Futile Love (title so graciously bestowed by SpazSailor [you know who you are])
Genre: X-Men (specifically X-Men Evolution)
Written by: PallaPlease.
Started: December 16, 2000.
Finished: December 17, 2000.
AN: I can make no claim to being an expert on X-Men (quite the contrary-read NO issues of the comic, seen one or two episodes of the original television series, saw the movie, and have recently fallen in love with X-Men Evolution) and I'll readily admit some (most) of my information is 1. incorrect, 2. partial, and 3. based on my personal views. So, please, bear with me. I write Nightcrawler and Shadowcat as a sort of couple (in Evolution, he SO obviously is infatuated with her…and I think she likes him), so if they aren't…deal with it. Now, here's my story.
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Hanging from the ceiling by his demonic tail, Nightcrawler pursed his lips thoughtfully, clutching a pen in one hand, a pad of paper in the other. Carefully composing words mentally, the 'furry' blue mutant stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in absolute concentration.
''Dear Kitty,'' he inscribed, ''I'm writing this because'…Nightcrawler paused, swinging himself up to a sitting position on the ceiling-pipe. "What to write," he muttered nervously, "what to write." Chewing the end of his pen, the young teenager mulled over his situation, oblivious to the sharp cracking sound as his teeth broke the plastic of the ink-filled writing device.
When a dagger-like pain bit into his gum, Nightcrawler spat out the pieces, poking the sore spot with one finger. With a shrug, he started writing again. A smile, void of his usual mischief, appeared on his face, the horribly mangled pen moving furiously across the lined note-paper, his scribble writing covering the page rapidly, the occasional spelling error occurring.
After a few moments, the German 'X-Man' smiled in satisfaction, smugly proud of his letter. Ripping it off the pad, the t-shirt/jeans clad boy popped out of existence in the room. With a dull thud and clatter, paper-pad and pen hit the floor.
With a flicker of startling bright smoke, Nightcrawler transported outside Kitty's room. Swallowing nervously, he was, absurdly out of character, raising a three-fingered hand to knock, but a familiar male voice broke his thoughts.
'No…'
Big brother Cyclops.
Undoubtedly discussing 'schoolwork' with Kitty.
Unconsciously, the 'elf' clenched his hand into a fist, a spurt of anger welling inside of him. And then, unbelievably, a pervasive feeling of numb helplessness.
The long-drafted letter he held became a crinkled ball of trashy uselessness.
Falling from his newly-limp hand, it hit the floor silently, mute and deaf.
Then Nightcrawler left.
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End AN: Please forgive its short length. I felt like writing a bittersweet story, and there's a longer version one of my three best pals will help plot. So, SpazSailor, you up to it?
PallaPlease,
Angel of:
Daikari.
Kenmi.
Miyakeru.
Wiloyo.
Kurtty & Shadowcrawler (Kurt/Kitty & Shadowcat/Nightcrawler).
The word 'please.'
(Lengthy title, no?)
Genre: X-Men (specifically X-Men Evolution)
Written by: PallaPlease.
Started: December 16, 2000.
Finished: December 17, 2000.
AN: I can make no claim to being an expert on X-Men (quite the contrary-read NO issues of the comic, seen one or two episodes of the original television series, saw the movie, and have recently fallen in love with X-Men Evolution) and I'll readily admit some (most) of my information is 1. incorrect, 2. partial, and 3. based on my personal views. So, please, bear with me. I write Nightcrawler and Shadowcat as a sort of couple (in Evolution, he SO obviously is infatuated with her…and I think she likes him), so if they aren't…deal with it. Now, here's my story.
*
*
Hanging from the ceiling by his demonic tail, Nightcrawler pursed his lips thoughtfully, clutching a pen in one hand, a pad of paper in the other. Carefully composing words mentally, the 'furry' blue mutant stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in absolute concentration.
''Dear Kitty,'' he inscribed, ''I'm writing this because'…Nightcrawler paused, swinging himself up to a sitting position on the ceiling-pipe. "What to write," he muttered nervously, "what to write." Chewing the end of his pen, the young teenager mulled over his situation, oblivious to the sharp cracking sound as his teeth broke the plastic of the ink-filled writing device.
When a dagger-like pain bit into his gum, Nightcrawler spat out the pieces, poking the sore spot with one finger. With a shrug, he started writing again. A smile, void of his usual mischief, appeared on his face, the horribly mangled pen moving furiously across the lined note-paper, his scribble writing covering the page rapidly, the occasional spelling error occurring.
After a few moments, the German 'X-Man' smiled in satisfaction, smugly proud of his letter. Ripping it off the pad, the t-shirt/jeans clad boy popped out of existence in the room. With a dull thud and clatter, paper-pad and pen hit the floor.
With a flicker of startling bright smoke, Nightcrawler transported outside Kitty's room. Swallowing nervously, he was, absurdly out of character, raising a three-fingered hand to knock, but a familiar male voice broke his thoughts.
'No…'
Big brother Cyclops.
Undoubtedly discussing 'schoolwork' with Kitty.
Unconsciously, the 'elf' clenched his hand into a fist, a spurt of anger welling inside of him. And then, unbelievably, a pervasive feeling of numb helplessness.
The long-drafted letter he held became a crinkled ball of trashy uselessness.
Falling from his newly-limp hand, it hit the floor silently, mute and deaf.
Then Nightcrawler left.
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*
End AN: Please forgive its short length. I felt like writing a bittersweet story, and there's a longer version one of my three best pals will help plot. So, SpazSailor, you up to it?
PallaPlease,
Angel of:
Daikari.
Kenmi.
Miyakeru.
Wiloyo.
Kurtty & Shadowcrawler (Kurt/Kitty & Shadowcat/Nightcrawler).
The word 'please.'
(Lengthy title, no?)