A/N: Woot! Starting another story. I think this is starting to become a bad habit of mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution or it's characters. Neither does Evil-Clowns-Rule. But she does like to keep Kurt hostage in her closet *evil giggles*.

"Kurt, behave yourself now," his mother scolded the little boy as she entered the house with dry laundry. His pointed blue ears poked out from his black-blue hair. "Yes, Mutter," he said, smiling. He ran up and down the laundry she had hanging out to dry, enjoying himself in the afternoon warmth of the sun. He heard someone giggle, and looked to see where it had come from. He tried to follow, but no matter how close he got, it only seemed to get farther away. Everyone once in a while he saw a flash of black hair, through the white sheets.

"Through the mosses bare, they have planted thorn trees," a bright voice said, sounding like wind chimes. "For pleasure here and there. If any man so daring as dig them up in spite, he shall find their sharpest thorns in his bed at night." He tried to find the source of the voice, and was met by a girl. She was ordinary, like most others that he had seen. She had aqua skin, with eyes that were a light sky blue, the whites nothing but oil black. She smiled at him, a delightful smile. "Hello, I'm Kaye. Are you a fey too?"

'I'm Kurt,' he wanted to say, but was speechless. It was as though his mouth and voice wouldn't work. She came closer, till she was almost in his reach. "Auf Wiedersehen," she said, and disappeared.

Kurt woke up. His dream was so real, she was real. Kaye. He stood up, not realizing the time, and walked over to his desk. He took out a notebook, an opened it to the first page. It was a small sketch. Ever since he first started having the dreams, no, remembering the girl, he had draw as much of her as he could remember. It wasn't much, but it was the closet thing he had. He had finished her a few days ago, but he always had the feeling that he was missing out on a few details.

He remembered being so excited after first seeing her, knowing he wasn't the only one who was different in appearances. Kaye was like an illusion. He remembered her being there, and yet it was as though she never was. Even the Professor couldn't find her, no matter how hard or how many times he tried.

The blue furred elf looked out the window on his porch. The sun was just starting to rise, filling the once dark sky. He put the notebook back on his desk, and attempted to get dressed. When he was fully ready for the day, he placed the notebook inside his bag. He had a good feeling about today, and something in his gut told him to bring it with him. He teleported himself down to the kitchen, where Scott was up and eating breakfast already.

"Hey Kurt, what's up?" he called over to him. "Nuzing, veally," Kurt said. "I just had a weird dream."

"Was it the same one?" he asked curiously. Kurt nodded his head. "I vas able to finish zhe picture zis morning." He pulled out the notebook, and showed it to Scott. He studied the drawing carefully, before handing it back to Kurt. "She looks like a mutant, but it's strange that the Professor isn't able to find her." Kurt only looked at the picture again. "Um, Kurt. You know there is a possibility that she might not exist. She could have been just an illusion."

"I'm not crazy. I know vhat I saw, and she vas real! I saw her vith my own two eyes," Kurt snapped at him. Scott jumped back in surprise. Kurt relaxed a bit. "Sorry, I shouldn't have yelled," Kurt apologized.

"Hey, it's okay," Scott said, waving his hand. Kurt could hear the other young mutants coming down the stairs so they could have breakfast. He watched asKitty, Rogue, Evan, and others walk into the room, talking loudly. "Hey, Kurt. Did you think about her again?" Kitty asked him.

"For zhe last time, it vas a dream. And ja, I did," he said. Kitty rolled her eyes. "I mean, like, she's a mutant, isn't she? You act like your in love with her," she said, sarcastically.

"Ha ha," he faked. It was true, he did want to see her again, just to get to know her. But he wasn't in love with her or anything. "Alright, anyone riding with me better hurry up, or you'll be left," Scott said.

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Kurt listened to his teacher, Mrs. Kennedy, drone on. Fifteen minutes in history class, and he was already bored. He took out his notebook, and pretended to take notes. Instead, he doodled a bit, little things. He noticed the room had gone quite, and the teacher was talking to someone at the door. Whoever the person was, they were either tardy, or they were a new kid.

"Come on in, and take a seat in the back, Miss?" she said, waiting for the person, girl, to say her name. "Fata. Kaye Fata," the girl said. Kurt's head shot up. Kaye? A voice that sounded like wind chimes? When she entered the room, Kurt's jaw dropped.

She had thick black hair that had been tied into a braid. Her eyes were what caught his attention the most. They were an extremely light blue, glinting like jewels. She had a slim black shirt, and black jeans. She had tied a belt around her waist above her shirt. Kaye walked past Kurt, into the empty seat behind him. He turned to face her, but her attention was to somewhere else. She looked at him, her luminous blue eyes watching him. She waved to him, and smiled. He felt his heart flutter.

"Mr. Wagner, Miss. Fata, please kindly keep your attention up here," the teacher said. Kurt forced himself to look away. He felt her poke him in the back. "I'm Kaye, it's nice to meet you," she whispered. "I'm Kurt," he was able to say. The rest of class passed without much excitement. As soon as the bell rang, Kurt jumped out of his seat, and almost ran into Kaye.

"Oops, sorry," he said. "That's okay," she said, smiling that smile again. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach. He was sure it was her, he was almost positive. Just as he was about to say something, she spoke. "I have to go somewhere at the moment. Have you heard of a place called the Xavier Institute?" she asked him. He nodded. "I live zhere, and I can take you zhere too. I mean, if you'd like?" he said. She giggled.

"I love your accent. German, I'm guessing?" she laughed. Kurt laughed along with her. "Ja, it is." He had never felt so at ease with someone before, not like he was when he was with her. He was only worried about what she would do if she saw what he truly looked like. 'Probably run away' he thought. He walked with her quietly, and noticed that Scott was waiting for him already in the car. "Hey Kurt, it's about ti-" he was saying, until he noticed Kaye. "Well, hello," he said.

"Hello. I'm Kaye. Kurt was just showing me to the Xavier Institute," Kaye said. "Oh, so, your-" Scott was about to say 'the girl Kurt was dreaming about', but Kitty cut him off. "The new girl, yeah. So, Kaye, is it, like, true that you came from Italy?" Kitty gave Kurt a smile, and he gave a sigh of relief. He had to remember to thank Kitty later.

"Yes, I am from Italy. But I was born in Russia," Kaye said. "I do speak Italian, and I'm learning Russian at the moment." She set her bag down in Scott's car, and started to unbraid her hair. Kurt watched her from the corner of his eye. He swore that he could see her skin color change every few seconds. "I was sent here to Xavier's Institute. Kurt said he lived there, and he'd show me the way."

"Oh really? We live there too," Scott said. "How about we head over there instead of sitting on campus all night?" They all agreed in unison, and Kurt hopped in the back seat between Kitty and Kaye. Kaye by now had all her hair down, and a small portion was over her right eye. Her black hair flew gently in the wind. By now, he was absolutely certain that this was her, the Kaye he had met years ago.

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