Kitty slowly walked down the stairwell, Rogue's peculiar behavior crowding her mind. Her roommate was siting on the window sill, as normal, her sketchbook lightly clutched in her hand, but the thing that caught Kitty was the fact that Rogue wasn't moving. She'd just dropped her pencil and hadn't moved a millimeter to pick it up. Kitty had gone as far as to wave her hand in front of her eyes and practically screamed her name for several minutes before Rogue shook her head and shooed Kitty out of the room. Kitty shook her head thinking about Rouge was just way too depressing. However, escaping thoughts of Kitty's only gothic friend was not an easy task.
"...she stopped right in the middle of her answer. I swear man, she was out for like three minutes, every one was laughin' not a pretty sight." Evan looked up at Kitty, giving her a single nod in greetings then returned to his audience, which consisted of Bobby and Kurt. "I think somethin' up, somethin' she ain't tellin' us."
"Are you, like, talking about Rogue?"
"Ya, how'd you know?" asked Bobby.
"She just, like, did the same thing upstairs." She looked around at the faces of the kitchen occupants.
"Do you zink ve should tell ze Prof?"
"Rogue, like, doesn't like going to the Professor for some reason."
"I don't want her to get hurt," commented the Iceman, "If he can help her then we gotta tell him."
"Well, ain't y'all sweet," started a southern tinted voice from behind the four, "Ya jus' go `round talkin' behind peoples backs. Nice way ta say ya care." She gave them a mocking smile then frowned and walked to grab an apple from the fruit basket on the counter behind Bobby. They all noticed her change of clothing for the day. Instead of he normal black skirt and gauze over bra top she wore black jeans and a long-sleeved black sweater type shirt. Of course, she wore black leather gloves to go with it.
"Ve are just vorried about jou mein zizter," replied Kurt to her sarcasm.
Rogue let out a long breath, "Ah know Kurt," she started placing a gloved hand gently on his shoulder, "But ya gotta believe me Ah know how ta take care of mahself."
Kurt lifted his own hand and placed it on top of his sisters, and what happened next surprised not only him but also the rest of the present X-men.
Rogue winced, pulled her hand away, and muttered several curse words under her breath.
Bobby and Evan immediately jumped from their respective seats, dangerously grabbed her forearm, which caused her to nearly scream out in pain, and gently pulled her glove off reveling various small and large cut inflicted onto her hand. But they didn't stop there, oh no, the cuts continued up her arm until they reached her elbow.
She angrily pulled her arm from their grasps and pulled her glove away from Bobby.
"Y'all had no right!"
"Rogue what the hell was that?!" screamed Evan.
"Nuthin'," she muttered, suddenly unable to look any of them in the eyes.
"What would make you do this to yourself!" yelled Kitty.
Had the question not been of such seriousness Rogue would have cracked a joke about Kitty forgetting her valley girl accent. Instead, the currently marred goth replied, "Ah didn't do this ta mahself, Kitty," quite calmly compared to the others.
"You mean someone else did! Who? I'll kill `em!" cried Bobby at the same time Kurt shouted, "Lieber Gott, was meine Schwester geschah! Ich beende, wem überhaupt dies tat!" (trans: Dear God what happened my sister! I will kill who ever did this!)
"Relax, both of ya. Ah can handle it." Rogue frowned, `I hope.'
"Girl, we gotta tell the Prof, he...he'll know what to do."
"NO! Don't tell the Professah anythang! Please." Her eyes were wild, "He can't know. Promise me, no matter what y'all can't tell him."
Kitty studied her friend's eyes. "All right, we, like, promise," she replied evenly.
"WHAT?!" came three male voices.
"I said," Kitty looked at them starting to get angry, "We promise we won't tell. Right?" she growled sounding strangely like Logan.
The three gulped and replied in their own versions of "yes".
"Thank ya guys. Really, it means a lot."
"I swear Scott, if you don't like him just SAY IT!" roared Jean.
"OK *I* //DON'T// *LIKE* //Him//!" retorted Scott, emphasizing each word.
"Bye y'all."
Rogue simply turned and left as Scott and Jean walked into the kitchen arguing with one another.
Kitty turned to look at the three guys that stood company with her, she was scared beyond belief for her friend and in Bobby, Kurt, and Evan's eyes she could see she wasn't alone.
Look I know I should be working on `Love and Betrayal,' but this just came to me. And besides my current muse was stolen from me in the form on a tournament basketball game. We were so close, a single point in overtime.
And believe me this isn't like Phoenix Angel Suyari `Heaven Can Wait' (which by the way, it you like Rogue fics you should really read), it's my own little twisted idea.
PS: I need help deciding coupling, so please E-mail or review or, hey IM me at ducklling.
"...she stopped right in the middle of her answer. I swear man, she was out for like three minutes, every one was laughin' not a pretty sight." Evan looked up at Kitty, giving her a single nod in greetings then returned to his audience, which consisted of Bobby and Kurt. "I think somethin' up, somethin' she ain't tellin' us."
"Are you, like, talking about Rogue?"
"Ya, how'd you know?" asked Bobby.
"She just, like, did the same thing upstairs." She looked around at the faces of the kitchen occupants.
"Do you zink ve should tell ze Prof?"
"Rogue, like, doesn't like going to the Professor for some reason."
"I don't want her to get hurt," commented the Iceman, "If he can help her then we gotta tell him."
"Well, ain't y'all sweet," started a southern tinted voice from behind the four, "Ya jus' go `round talkin' behind peoples backs. Nice way ta say ya care." She gave them a mocking smile then frowned and walked to grab an apple from the fruit basket on the counter behind Bobby. They all noticed her change of clothing for the day. Instead of he normal black skirt and gauze over bra top she wore black jeans and a long-sleeved black sweater type shirt. Of course, she wore black leather gloves to go with it.
"Ve are just vorried about jou mein zizter," replied Kurt to her sarcasm.
Rogue let out a long breath, "Ah know Kurt," she started placing a gloved hand gently on his shoulder, "But ya gotta believe me Ah know how ta take care of mahself."
Kurt lifted his own hand and placed it on top of his sisters, and what happened next surprised not only him but also the rest of the present X-men.
Rogue winced, pulled her hand away, and muttered several curse words under her breath.
Bobby and Evan immediately jumped from their respective seats, dangerously grabbed her forearm, which caused her to nearly scream out in pain, and gently pulled her glove off reveling various small and large cut inflicted onto her hand. But they didn't stop there, oh no, the cuts continued up her arm until they reached her elbow.
She angrily pulled her arm from their grasps and pulled her glove away from Bobby.
"Y'all had no right!"
"Rogue what the hell was that?!" screamed Evan.
"Nuthin'," she muttered, suddenly unable to look any of them in the eyes.
"What would make you do this to yourself!" yelled Kitty.
Had the question not been of such seriousness Rogue would have cracked a joke about Kitty forgetting her valley girl accent. Instead, the currently marred goth replied, "Ah didn't do this ta mahself, Kitty," quite calmly compared to the others.
"You mean someone else did! Who? I'll kill `em!" cried Bobby at the same time Kurt shouted, "Lieber Gott, was meine Schwester geschah! Ich beende, wem überhaupt dies tat!" (trans: Dear God what happened my sister! I will kill who ever did this!)
"Relax, both of ya. Ah can handle it." Rogue frowned, `I hope.'
"Girl, we gotta tell the Prof, he...he'll know what to do."
"NO! Don't tell the Professah anythang! Please." Her eyes were wild, "He can't know. Promise me, no matter what y'all can't tell him."
Kitty studied her friend's eyes. "All right, we, like, promise," she replied evenly.
"WHAT?!" came three male voices.
"I said," Kitty looked at them starting to get angry, "We promise we won't tell. Right?" she growled sounding strangely like Logan.
The three gulped and replied in their own versions of "yes".
"Thank ya guys. Really, it means a lot."
"I swear Scott, if you don't like him just SAY IT!" roared Jean.
"OK *I* //DON'T// *LIKE* //Him//!" retorted Scott, emphasizing each word.
"Bye y'all."
Rogue simply turned and left as Scott and Jean walked into the kitchen arguing with one another.
Kitty turned to look at the three guys that stood company with her, she was scared beyond belief for her friend and in Bobby, Kurt, and Evan's eyes she could see she wasn't alone.
Look I know I should be working on `Love and Betrayal,' but this just came to me. And besides my current muse was stolen from me in the form on a tournament basketball game. We were so close, a single point in overtime.
And believe me this isn't like Phoenix Angel Suyari `Heaven Can Wait' (which by the way, it you like Rogue fics you should really read), it's my own little twisted idea.
PS: I need help deciding coupling, so please E-mail or review or, hey IM me at ducklling.