Kitty pulled the veil down to cover her eyes and walked into the sanctuary of the church, boquet in hand. Her long dress trailed behind her, and her dad walked down the aisle with her, holding her hand gently. He didn't know Kurt, and didn't like mutants in general, but he would always be there for his little girl, especially at such an important event.
Most of the pews were occupied, and a lot of people were crying, even Rouge.
Especially Rouge.
Mystique had come as well, but she stood to the far side instead of sitting, looking lost.
Kurt was at the front. He was dressed in an altered tux, and he had no image inducer on, so everyone who came could see him. The real him.
Kitty had been terrified of the blue mutant at first, but she eventually realized how much he meant to her.
He was truly an amazing person, right down to the layer of fur, the pointed ears, and the demonic tail.
She felt tears slide down her face, and was glad the veil hid them.
Kitty remembered how, on her first day at the institute, she had seen him and started screaming. It dredged up painful memories for the fuzzball, who had almost been burnt at the stake for looking like a demon.
She knew that now, and wished she could take it all back, the screams, the weeks it took her to look beyond his appearance and see him for who he was; a gentleman, a romantic, a joker, an all around perfect guy.
He had forgiven her for everything, he always forgave everyone, choosing to blame himself for whatever happened instead of getting upset.
Kurt was so supportive during Kitty's breakup with Lance three years ago. Had it really been three years since she had looked at him with disgust so plain in her eyes?
He never tried to take advantage of her the way Lance had, he was so caring, so protective, so attentive, and she found herself wondering how on earth she could have ever looked at another man. He would always be the one for her.
She wished she could have told Kurt the truth before. She had only told him she loved him a month ago, after the rioting had started. Before he had been shot. Before he had died.
Walking the last few steps, she placed her flowers with the others that lined his coffin, glad her father had come, so she didn't have to do it alone. She smoothed down the fabric of her black dress, hands trembling slightly, then turned away slowly.
Kitty sat down in the front row, one hand protectively over her pregnant belly, and sobbed, mourning the loss of the man she had loved.
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I get depressed and take it out on the characters.
I'm not going to write anymore, but creatorX33 might, so bug... er, him or her?
Sorry to disappoint, I suppose.