Kurt Wagner shook his head and turned away from the scene presenting itself to his weary golden eyes as he glanced out the massive bay window that overlooked the main yard of the mansion. It seemed that no matter where he went, he was presented with the evidence of that which he most definitely did not want to see, or be made aware of.
Kurt wandered aimlessly through the halls of the mansion, wringing his three fingered hands and muttering to himself. Occasionally, he would brush past some one, and they would either yell at him or stare after him, confused, wondering what had the usually happy-go-lucky young mutant so out of sorts. His meandering took him to all sorts of places he would never go under normal circumstance. At one point he had to stop and blink as he practically crashed into the door that led to the attic. He backed away, turned around, and soon found himself once again lost in the maze of halls that made up the massive house he had learned to call home.
He found himself in the library next. Jean Grey was there, so he decided that probably wasn't the best place for him. Jean had been. . . seltsam. . . lately, and was quick to anger. She was curled up in a chair in a corner, reading a book; it looked like a very bad book, with dark leather bindings, and angry red print on it. She raised her eyes from her book to stare daggers at Kurt, even as he backed slowly out of the library, cringing as he closed the door behind him.
His wandering brought him once again to the door to the attic, and he cocked his head to the side, staring at the door, confused that he would find himself in such an odd part of the mansion twice in so short a time span. Shaking his head, trying to clear cobwebs that most likely weren't actually there, he turned and made his way away from the ominous path, a clear destination in mind.
Kitty! He had made his way to the common area, and there, plugging away at her homework, was his favorite person to pick on. A quick BAMF and he was hanging upside down from a light fixture in front of her.
"Hey zhere, Kätzchen!" He grinned as she shrieked and he easily caught the book she threw at him, even as he dropped from the ceiling to land in a crouch on the coffee table.
"Ugh! Kurt, you know I hate when you do that!" Kitty was really cute when she pouted.
"Sorry. I'm just so bored," he said, hoping for. . . Well, he wasn't sure what he was hoping for, but the response he got was one he had been expecting.
"Well, go bug some one else. Can't you see, I'm busy?"
"Fine, fine. Sheesh!"
And with that, he found himself once again face to face with the door to the attic after roaming about the mansion for another ten minutes. He blew out a breath in frustration.
"Was ist dis? Vhy do I keep endink up here?" He reached a hesitant hand to the door knob, hoping against hope that it would be locked. He hung his head in defeat as the rather old looking door opened, surprisingly easy. "Vell, so much for zhat idea." And with that he started up the stairs.
The attic was a sight to behold. Kurt stared in wonder at the treasure trove he had discovered. For a place in which it seemed no one ever went, it was remarkably well kept. Boxes and chests and random objects were placed with an almost meticulous precision. Scott probably had something to do with that. Kurt shook his head. He didn't want to think about Scott right now.
Kurt had to smile at the plethora of nick knacks that adorned the attic, but his smile lost some of it's luster as he slowly made his way to the octagonal window. Sure enough, it gave him an eagle's eye view of the scene he had previewed earlier.
"Zhis is vhy I vas brought here? Really!?" Kurt stared down at the scene before him, shaking his head.
Out in the garden, the two figures he could never bring himself to see as a couple were currently snuggling together, giggling and holding each other close; best friends brought together under the most strenuous of situations.
Kurt pulled away from the window, shaking his head. He wanted to be happy for them, but he just couldn't seem to bring himself to accept the obvious. "Zhis is too veird! I gotta get outta here!"
For a moment, Kurt couldn't seem to turn himself away. Much like a highway car accident, he seemed unable to pull himself away from the seeming train wreck before him. Blinking a few times, he managed to wrench his view away from the mess before him, and deliberately turned his attentions towards the stairs.
With cautious calculations Kurt left the seeming confines of the attic, smirking to himself as he put the memories of what he had seen behind him. He smiled to himself as he passed the likes of the Wolverine, who couldn't wait to test the limits of the Elf in the Danger Room, and Storm, who could really use his help in the gardens.
Kurt was feeling smug. He had made it this far without putting up with anymore of their. . . lovey dovey. . . He managed to make it to the front door, when. . .
"Hey! Kurt! Long time, no talk to!" He said. Currently, she was about as tightly wrapped around him as she could be.
"Ja, vell. . ."
"Whassamattah, sugah? Cat got yer tongue?"
Kurt could only stare and blink in response.
"Kurt? Are you okay? You're looking a little. . . pale?"
How could he not see what they were doing to him? His brow furrowed and he stared at the man he once called his brother. He grimaced and he couldn't contain himself anymore.
"Mein Gott! Are you serious? I mean, c'mon, Scott! You vere like a bruzzer to me!" He paused a moment to see if Scott might have caught on. He didn't.
"Zhen I find out Rogue is mein sister? Adopted, yes, but still!"
Rogue clutched to Scott, tugging on his arm, sort of realizing all of a sudden what had Kurt so upset.
Scott, not a leader for nothing, had caught on by this point as well. "Kurt. . . I. . ."
"Nein!" He shook his head, having none of it. "Zhis is too odd! Mein bruder und mien schwester! It's too much!"
With that Kurt BAMFed away, leaving Scott and Rogue to stare at each other. A sort of nod between the two left them hanging, regardless.
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