Hi everyone! Some of you who might have read my other works know this XD I go in bursts. My Tin Man fan stuff was a constant FLOW over a period of time but I am not FEELING it lately. And I wont insult the people who like it by adding chapters that have no heart, that goes for ALL of my writing, a lot is in purgatory at the moment and apologize if you read something and are waiting for the next part. I hate leaving things unfinished so I promise to wrap this story and anything else up if I lose the passion for that story!
Mmk, so I don't own X-Men or Kurt's furry butt even if I want to Movie-verse after Jean died. The best part of the entire series in my opinion. I hate her I hate her SO damn bad. OMG I AM ALL EMO WAA get over it and DIE pairing is Logan and Kurt. Ignoring the last X-men movie because I refuse to see it. Because Kurt isn't in it, I demand Alan Cumming damn you!
German is in here of course, but the translation is in (this) XD cause I hate having to go to the bottom and find out what shit means then go find my place again!
P.s XD is it weird if Kurt's my favorite character and is a devoutly religious man and I am atheist? Oh well.
Occasions of Dread
When it rained, it poured. He suspected the pouring had to do with Ororo however. Kurt felt very much out of place at a funeral for a woman he barely knew, so he stood behind the group crowded around the empty coffin. Small children held onto teachers hands and sniffled, older teenagers stood with solemn faces and sad eyes. The rain felt appropriate, regardless of it's cause, it made the land lush and green. Fertile and beautiful as the tree's shivered in the wind and flowers reached twords the heaven's.
His tail sank slightly, watching the small occasion of dread. For in the back of everyone's mind they knew, it could happen to 'me'. I may perish for this cause I bravely fight for, young or old. All lives are at risk. The man sighed in softly, Logan did not attend this event. No one really expected him to for that matter, he had gone off somewhere on his Motorbike. Letting the rain wash away that horrible dirty feeling one gets when a friend has gone.
Kurt left the funeral early, walking out back of the school to the large Gazebo, leaning against one great pillar to watch the storm.
"..Kitty"A small female voice and a little tug at his sleeve.
"Hm..?" Looking down he smiled amused at the small girl latching herself onto his coat sleeve, the mousy haired little thing once again said "Kitty, I am scared of the storm" her black dress was dripping water with a soft 'tap' 'tap' on the marble flooring and onto her little black shoes.
"Nein,Ich bin kein Kätzchen"(No, I am not a kitten)He let the child hold his jacket however."Klein Ein, there is nothing to be afraid of"(Little one)Kurt was quite gentle with children, and they often found him quite pleasing to be around as if he to possessed some form of child-like innocence and at time wonder. He frowned softly as the child sniffled a few times and rubbed the back of her small hand against her cheek.
"Oh no..do not cry"Kurt knelt down and picking the small creature up he made his way to the school, in the distance he heard a low rumble. Large ears twitched like a Lion listening for the lost member of it's pride, picking up the rumble of a Motorbike.
Short! I know, most of them are I am sorry! But I promise I am already writing chapter two! Playing Kurt in Rp's and Fan-Fics teaches you some German XD How crazy is that? I am even starting to call my cat Katzchen! I am losing my mind for sure.