AC: Yikes, my first story. I really hope I did a good job. If you didn't read the summary, this'll be a KurtXOC fanfic. So, I don't own X-Men: Evolution. If I did, Wolverine would be my own personal slave, and I would be married to Nightcrawler. Sigh. Please review.

Siren Song

Chapter 1

"I'm sure you'll be quite happy here," Professor Charles Xavier told the new addition to the Institute. "The other children are good friends with each other, and-oh, one moment, please. Kurt," he said, raising his voice slightly, "you may come in and meet the new student, if you like."

There was a moment of silence before the door opened to reveal a sheepishly grinning Kurt Wagner, image inducer in place. "Eh-heh, sorry about zat, Professor. Ze ozers made me eavesdrop," he admitted with a small chuckle.

"No matter. I was going to make all the necessary introductions in a short while anyways." He turned to the hooded figure in the seat in front of his desk. "Would you like to introduce yourself? I am sure you and Kurt will have a lot in common."

The figure nodded quickly and turned in the seat and pulled down their hood.

"Bonjour, mon ami! Je m'appelle Mirabelle DeLaCroix(1)," she told him in perfect French. Noting the dark-haired boy's bewildered expression, she giggled and said, "But, you may call me Mira. Je suis desole(2); if I am not paying attention, I sometimes slip into another language. I can speak English well, but I was taught French and German from birth."

At that, Kurt's eyes lit up. "You speak German?"

Mira's gaze dropped to the floor, and she gave a small smile. "Ja, and thanks to my maman-rest her soul-I am nearly a quarter German. I hope you do not have a problem with that."

"Oh, no problem at all!" he replied quite excitedly: now there would be someone in the mansion that would get his remarks that were normally received with raised eyebrows. "By ze vay, I am Kurt."

"It is nice to meet you, Kurt," she replied, smiling brightly at him.

She offered her hand to shake and he took it, noticing the thick leather gloves she wore. "If you are wondering, I am a small bit self-conscious about how my hands look," she explained softly.

His cheeks flushed at being caught, and he instantly fumbled for an explanation. "Oh, I-I did not...I mean-"

"It is quite alright. You are not the first to feel embarrassed about it," she told him with a laugh. "When I was younger, I was in a fire and my hands were badly scarred. My maman did not want me to be ridiculed, and it is actually fashionable to wear gloves in my hometown, so everything fell together surprisingly well."

"I am sorry, I did not know," he said, trying to make amends. He hadn't know the girl for five minutes and he was already messing up!

"Like I said, it is alright. As long you don't tell too many people," she replied. "Though, I feel I can trust you very well,Kurt. I wonder why that is."

"Well,I believe we should go and introduce you to the others before get too anxious," Professor Xavier broke in, picking up on the other students' thoughts. "You two will have some time to talk later after Mira unpacks."

"Oh, of course! I do wish to meet everyone else," the French girl exclaimed, clapping her hands together in delight.

"Shall we, then?"

"Oui, it is only right after having made them wait this long," she said, a bit of her accent betraying her otherwise perfect English. She reached down and picked up two rather large suitcases at her feet that Kurt had not noticed earlier, hefting them as if they weighed much less than they actually did; he also realized that she carried a violin case on her back.

Taking that moment to get a good look at her, he could tell she was quite small, even under her thick coat; she was also nearly half-a-foot shorter than him. Her skin was a pale, yet still healthy, color, and her features made her look very young. She had perfectly black hair pulled into a tight braid that tumbled down to her waist. Her eyes, however, were easily the most unusual thing about her; a very pale, almost silvery blue color that seemed strangely flat(3). He also noted that she moved with an odd, slightly disjointed grace. The teleporter had to admit: she was rather good-looking.

"Kurt?Are you coming?"

Kurt snapped back into reality when he saw Mira was standing by the door already. Realizing he had been caught staring at her, he felt his cheeks heat up again; what was it about this girl that was making him blush so much?!

"Ja, sorry," he replied quickly. "Sometimes ze ozers say I am kind of odd."

"Do not worry. I can be quite odd at times, too," she whispered to him, as if confiding a great secret to him. They shared a quick laugh, then her face grew serious. "Will you do me a small favor, Kurt?"

"Of course," he answered. Vhat is it?"

"Whatever I say out there, can you please not laugh?"

The request was easy enough, but it made him curious. "Ja, I can do that, but vhy?"

A sly look crossed her face and she smile mischeviously. "You will see, mein freund." He couldn't deny the small tingle that went down his spine when spoke in German. "You will see."

With that, she fully walked out of the office, leaving a a puzzled and slightly awe-struck Kurt in tow.

Notes:

(1): For those of you who can't figure out basic French, Mira said, "Hello, my friend! My name is Mirabelle DeLaCroix."

(2): "I am sorry."

(3): If you figured it out already, don't spoil it for everyone else. If you didn't, it'll be explained later.

AC: So, there's the first chapter. Like it? Love it? Loathe it? Dieu, I hope not. Either way, review! And, please, don't review anonymously. I absolutely hate that. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them! Any will help since I barely have the second chapter written. There will be important notes at the bottom of most chpaters-French/German translations and whatnot-so make sure you don't just skip down to the bottom. Get it? Good. Once again, review, lovely readers!