It was just another day at the institute, Logan was yelling at kids to stop loafing around, Jean and Ororo were teaching outside, Professor was having an in-depth talk about politics with Scott in the garden, Kitty was one of the loafers bothering the wolverine-mutant, Hank was laughing at Logan's misery, and Kurt was sitting around, bored out of his mind. He was sitting on the roof of the large, sprawling mansion, his blue tail twitching. He breathed in the fresh spring smell that had been gone for so long that had been replaced with cold wind, snow, and rain. Normally, Kurt would be one of the annoyances, teleporting around Logan, playing keep-away with Logan's favorite cowboy hat, or maybe his jacket depending on the weather; but for some reason, Kurt just wasn't in the mood to be childish. He ran his three-fingered hand through his indigo hair, the hair on this head, not the velvety fur covering his body, and wished for a mission; breaking up The Brotherhood, or something. He didn't care; he just wanted to do something that wasn't so boring. He could go to the Danger Room if he wanted, but some of the younger students were in there, so he couldn't really do that… If he tried to join them, Kurt would either dominate the group and they wouldn't get any real training, or ask for the danger level to be put up a few levels so he could actually work out, therefore causing the new students to be unable to have any education. Kurt suddenly heard a loud crash followed by a symphony of swear words. He looked towards the calamity, and saw Logan sitting in the large fountain, surrounded by laughing kids, and an apologizing Evan, skateboard in hand. Kurt chuckled at these silly, childish games, and closed his eyes, soaking in the warm springtime sun. He loved the spring and the fall because it was cooler then; due to being completely covered in dark blue fur, he sweated a lot more than the average teen. Kurt sighed and got up.

"I'd better get to za kitchen qvickly, oser vise there will be no food left for me!" He teleported to the kitchen, where he saw his sister Rogue, cooking the lunch for everyone at the institute.

"Hey there sugar, you ready to eat?" she said in her thick Southern accent.

"Ja." Kurt said in his thick German accent. Their mother had abandoned Kurt in Germany, and left Rogue in southern North America. Kurt started dishing out the soup and sandwiches Rogue slaved over for the past half an hour for the hundreds of child mutants that inhabited the institute. It was run by Professor Charles Xavier, the full name was The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, and gifted they were. Kurt has dark blue fur covering his entire body, a pointed tail, yellow eyes, fangs, and the ability to teleport, stick to walls, and blend in with deep shadows. Rogue could copy a mutant's powers and memories by touching them; she could copy non-mutant gifts as well. Sometimes it's almost fatal, so she tended to wear gloves often and keep away from people. Especially at the school most of the kids went to.

"So you got stuck with lunch duty today eh?" Kurt asked his older sister.

"Yeah, and it stinks too because I wanted to finish my book today."

"Vhat one now?"

"Scarlet Letter, I have to have it done by next Monday, and I didn't want to have to do it over the weekend."

"Ja, I know how zhat feels. Tell you vhat… I'll finish up here, and you can read your book vhile everyone is coming inside. Ja?" Kurt offered. He's often doing things for people for free, that and pulling innocent pranks on people. Rogue smiled at her little brother.

"Thanks Blue, I owe you one." She messed up his hair lovingly with a gloved hand and ran off to finish the novel. Kurt smiled at his sister's playfulness, and thought about him, this school, where he belonged, and many other things. Soon, Rogue came in teary-eyed, obviously finished with the novel for school, and began to put plates out for everyone. Almost as if on cue, as soon as Kurt and Rogue finished admiring their work, it was ruined by hundreds of hands and feet running through to get their midday meal. Through the wave of children, a gruff voice yelled over the din,

"Move outta the way! I'm hungry here bub!" Soon, a hungry and tired Logan broke from the flood of children and teens and managed to get where the siblings were serving food at the island. "We gotta get a better way to feed these wolves." He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and huffed. Kurt and Rogue smiled at the gruff man and handed him a bowl of soup and a sandwich. "Thanks." Said Logan. He leaned on the countertop and munched away like the rest of the wolves, well, Logan's a wolverine, but, you get the picture. Suddenly, a voice came into Kurt and Logan's heads.

"Kurt, Logan, I need you two to come to my office." Said the voice.

"Right away Chuck." Logan replied in his head.

"Yes Professor." Kurt responded. The two put down their food and walked away together, leaving Rogue to feed the masses.

The elf-cat and the wolverine walked in silence, wondering why they were called at the same time to see the Professor; normally when Logan was called down, he was gone for a month and then came back as if nothing happened, but when Kurt was called down, he was usually also not seen for a month, but that's because some prank back-fired and he ended up having costume-cleaning duty and the job to clean and wax the Blackbird. Kurt twisted his tail around his finger, thinking he was in trouble. He immediately tried to think of what he could've done wrong. Logan chuckled at him and continued walking, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I don't think you did anything wrong bub. I think it's some sort of mission for us." Logan winked at the elf-cat and started whistling. Kurt smiled slightly on the outside, but on the inside, he was ecstatic at the thought he had something to do again.

"Ah! Vunderbar! I've been itching to go and do something!" Kurt grinned.