"Sorry, I'm not very interested in religion,"
"Vhy not?"
"It's what drove me against my family."
As usual, the professor was asking me to go against my instincts.
"Professor, you know I don't trust Jean's power, especially not after what happened at Liberty Island!" I tried reasoning with him, even then knowing it wasn't much use.
"I understand Tigre, but I have a feeling that this particular mutant would relate to your appearance" My hands instinctively went up to my ears, my tail swishing in confusion.
"What is he, a dog?" I asked sarcastically. The old man smiled, and I could tell he was done.
"Would it help if Storm came along?" He offered. 'Please, Tigre. I need your help'
"Oh fine!" I gave up, exasperated. "Just stay out of my head!" I left his office to look for Jean and Storm.
I am forever in debt to Professor Xavier. My family kicked me out when my powers came out. They took one look at the ears and tail, and my mother screamed at me, calling me the devil. I was 17, and I spent years running from persecution. By the time I was 22, my powers were at its peak, and fully erratic. I had turned into a tiger in the middle of a diner; people went crazy. They had cornered me with a gun when suddenly, everything froze.
'Hello, Christina' I heard a voice inside of my head. 'Don't call me that!' I yelled, to possibly no one. The professor approached me, Storm and Cyclops behind him. "What would you rather me call you then?" I had gotten back control over my powers, and I looked at him with human eyes. I thought back to the feline I had just taken form of, my favorite, it seemed. "Tigre… Call me Tigre."
My thoughts were interrupted by the smell of… Logan?
"Hey there fur ball, you know you didn't have to come back for me," I called, walking in the front room, watching Rogue look at Logan, and Storm walk into the room. I looked at her, and she sighed, realizing she was coming on the mission too.
"You wish, kitty cat." Logan smirked at me, when Jean walked in the room, and his eyes immediately turned to her. I rolled my eyes at their not so subtle flirting.
"You've come back just in time," Storm told him, breaking him away from his oogling. "We need a baby sitter."
"Baby sitter?" Logan asked, looking from her to me. I smirked.
"Good to see you Logan" She smiled, and we left to start the jet.
"You know Ororo, they're going to have to settle that sexual tension one day."
"Let's just pray that we're not there to witness it"
The flight to Boston was awkward, to say the least. I could tell Jean knew I was wary of her, even though I tired to hide it somewhat.
"So," I blurted, to break the silence. "Why are we trying to find the mutant who attacked the president again?"
"To find out why he did it," Storm started, descending the plane.
"And to make sure he doesn't do it again." Jean finished.
I sighed at the way the two of them worked off of each other. I guess that's what happens when you've been on a team with someone for so long.
I let my thoughts drift as I curled up on the backbench, taking a well-deserved catnap.
Jean woke me up, far too soon for my liking, asking me to go in first, as a house cat. I obliged, and soon enough, I was slinking into a church chapel in Boston. It was a very large, most likely Catholic church, my slitted eyes averted to the single candle lit. This was it, I thought, and began sniffing. I located a person soon, a mutant, and went towards the scent carefully. They must have seen me, however, for at the sound of a BAMF noise, the scent changed, to right behind me.
Italics are in Kurt's POV
He was scared of what the feline would do when it saw her. Most of the time, they ran away in fear. However the tabby cat was very friendly, and after looking at him and sniffing, began to rub up and between his legs. He ever so carefully bent down to pet it. The fur felt like velvet between his three digits.
I understood what the professor meant now. From what my now colorblind eyes could see, he had purple skin and orange eyes. From his short, hesitant smile, he had all canines, and when he went to pet me, I only felt three fingers. While I made myself friendly to him, I noticed his tail, which was furless, unlike mine, but a tail nonetheless. He was kind, and timid, and very gentle. How could a man like this have tried to kill the President? I found myself disappointed when I heard that Jean and Storm were coming. I left him with a short touch to his pants leg, and ran back to the entrance, transforming back into a human when I saw the other two women approach.
The cat had run away, as he was sure it would eventually. He savored the contact they had made. Any relationship with another living being, however small, was important and irreplaceable to him. When he turned around, to follow it's path with his eyes, he did not see it's small retreating figure, but three adult beautiful women. The woman in the middle had red hair, with her hand stretched out towards him, and he suddenly realized he no longer had control over his teleporting. A dark-skinned woman with white hair approached him slowly.
"Please don't kill me!" He pleaded, his eyes wide with exasperation. "I didn't mean to harm anyone!"
"Now why would people have gotten that idea?" She asked, and a female voice behind her let out a short laugh. His eyes turned to the source, and he instantly knew that she was the cat he had just encountered. Her eyes were yellow, like his, and matched the wild set of hair on her head. Atop them was what got his attention however. Ears. Cat ears. And… a tail! It was covered in fur, but his eyes were drawn to them. Looking back to her face, he saw the fierce, but curious and caring look in her.
He was more beautiful in color. My feline eyes never a good judge, his skin was not purple, but in fact blue, and covered in strange tattoos. His eyes were also yellow, and had a frightened look in them, with well reason. I looked into them, my mind temporarily going blank. I came back to reality, and forced my vocal cords to move.
"What's your name?" I asked steadily.
"Wagner.. Kurt Wagner," He replied, our eyes still locked.