Disclaimer: The characters are all registered trademarks and copyrights of
Marvel and other people. I am using them without permission. I am making no
money off of this, profit or otherwise.
Archiving: E-mail me, I'll probably say yes.
Author's Notes: This is my first piece of fan fiction. I will try not to use
this as an excuse to suck. I don't write accents or dialects unless they are
being purposefully exaggerated. I only know enough German from two years in High
School and a German to English dictionary purchased from Half-Price Books. If
any of the German is wrong or misused, please let me know.
Enjoy.
Chapter 2: Soaking in the Irony
"An A! Take that, Geometry!" Kitty giggled and skipped into the mansion,
determined to hug the next thing she saw. She peeked into the kitchen. Nope, no
one there.
"...but first, headlines!"
Ah ha! Someone's in the den! She burst through the door and dove toward
the couch. "Kurt!"
The blue-furred mutant turned to see who called his name only to see a
young girl flying through the air at him, arms outstretched.
BAMF
"Kurt?" Kitty asked, now kneeling on the couch.
"Sorry, Kitty. It's just, I'm not used to people startling me like that
yet..."
She blushed. "Oops! I like, totally forgot all about that. I was just so
excited I aced my geometry test, I just had to tell somebody!"
"Oh, das ist wunderbar, Kitty." Whew, easier than he'd thought.
"So don't I like, get a hug for a reward, Fuzzy?" She got up from the
couch and held out her arms.
BAMF
She waited a moment, then noticed he hadn't reappeared in her arms. "Uhm,
Kurt?" She looked around the room and blinked. "That was weird..."
Jean was walking down the stairs when a blue blur flew up past her.
"Entschuldigung!"
She almost turned to look behind her, but only almost.
"Jean!"
She caught Kitty and hugged her back. "Congratulations on the A, Kitty."
"Oh, did Kurt like, tell you already? First he just runs off, then he
tells everyone the good news!"
"But he didn't..."
"Boys! One minute they'll do anything just to get you to look at them, the
next they're running away!" Kitty walked off with a "Humph!", leaving Jean alone
on the stairway.
"But... Oh, never mind." The mansion's resident telepath sighed, then
walked down into the kitchen for a well-deserved snack.
Meanwhile, up a floor and down a few hallways, the blue-furred mutant some
call Nightcrawler collapsed on his bed. Today, of all days! The first few weeks
he threw himself at Kitty, not so much because he *liked* her liked her, but
because he had wanted her to accept him. Then today, she'd actually gone out of
her way to hug him, and he had to turn her down. He looked over at his clock,
and the red numbers 8:17 stared back at him. His yellow eyes held the numbers in
their relentless stare, willing it to be the end of the week.
8:18
Hah! Fuzzy dude - 1, Clock - 0. Just two hours and twelve minutes until
you'll be tired enough to fall asleep, just one hundred twenty- "Argh!" Kurt
jumped off his bed and began pacing his room, hands clasped behind his back and
his tail twitching in agitation. It was the perfect plan, just stay in his room
when he wasn't training or at school for one stupid little week. Well, asked a
little voice in his head, if the plan is so perfect, why are you already so
bored?
Clappe, he instructed the little voice. So he was a little bored, so what?
The professor had outfitted all the rooms with various forms of entertainment,
and he had his stereo. He flipped through his CD collection, then tossed in a
random Beatles album before turning triumphantly toward his foe.
8:21
Verdammt! Only three minutes? He looked around his mostly spotless room
for something, anything to occupy his attention. His yellow eyes settled on a
small rumpled form in the corner.
"No, I left you in my locker at school. I distinctly remember putting you
in my locker and leaving you behind! How did you get here?"
His backpack said nothing.
Which at that moment is what Evan was wishing he had said.
"Why'd you have to like, jinx it? Now Kurt's gonna show up and start
throwing popcorn everywhere and ruin the whole movie for everyone and-"
"Be fair," Scott interrupted, "Kurt never gives away the actual ending.
Besides, aren't you being a little paranoid? I'm sure he's got better things to
do than think of ways to disrupt movie night." He looked around at the assembled
teenagers as they all stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "What?"
"I'll do a quick scan for him, just to make sure he isn't sneaking up on
us," Jean volunteered. Evan put the movie on pause while Jean rubbed her
forehead in preparation for the sweep. After a few moments of concentration, she
opened her eyes, "He's in his room..."
"So why do you look like you've seen a /pop!/ ghost?" asked Jubilee,
sucking in her gum after popping the bubble.
Jean looked straight ahead, her red lips and hair standing out in stark
contrast to her suddenly pale skin. "He's doing his homework."
Scott took advantage of the sudden silence to address his team, "It is a
Sunday night, and he's got school tomorrow just like all of us do..."
"Yeah man, but this is Kurt, the K-Man! Homework is his kryptonite. He
told me it makes his fur fall out," Evan confided.
"That can't be r..."
"And to think, I used to look up to him!" Scott was interrupted by the
Institute's newest prankster, Bobby. Jubilee nodded in agreement, too busy
trying to get her gum under control to speak.
"Even Kurt knows when it's time..."
"Well, I guess the stupid peasant needs an education. Though I have no
idea how he'll use it with the way he looks." Amara crossed her arms and stared
at the still-paused screen, not even acknowledging the fact that she had
interrupted Scott.
"That's not f..."
"He like, totally gets on to me about studying too much, and I only do my
homework for like, an hour," Kitty said.
"Look," Scott began, starting to sound very irritated at being interrupted
so much.
Nobody, however, took much notice of him and everyone began to talk at
once.
"Maybe Mystique came back and took Kurt's place!"
"What if he's sick?"
"Did you tell him that we didn't invite him again, Amara?"
"Maybe we should talk to the professor."
"Do you think he's under someone's control?"
Scott considered trying to call for order, but he just stood up and said
to no one in particular, "I've got some homework to do," and headed for his
room.
Marvel and other people. I am using them without permission. I am making no
money off of this, profit or otherwise.
Archiving: E-mail me, I'll probably say yes.
Author's Notes: This is my first piece of fan fiction. I will try not to use
this as an excuse to suck. I don't write accents or dialects unless they are
being purposefully exaggerated. I only know enough German from two years in High
School and a German to English dictionary purchased from Half-Price Books. If
any of the German is wrong or misused, please let me know.
Enjoy.
Chapter 2: Soaking in the Irony
"An A! Take that, Geometry!" Kitty giggled and skipped into the mansion,
determined to hug the next thing she saw. She peeked into the kitchen. Nope, no
one there.
"...but first, headlines!"
Ah ha! Someone's in the den! She burst through the door and dove toward
the couch. "Kurt!"
The blue-furred mutant turned to see who called his name only to see a
young girl flying through the air at him, arms outstretched.
BAMF
"Kurt?" Kitty asked, now kneeling on the couch.
"Sorry, Kitty. It's just, I'm not used to people startling me like that
yet..."
She blushed. "Oops! I like, totally forgot all about that. I was just so
excited I aced my geometry test, I just had to tell somebody!"
"Oh, das ist wunderbar, Kitty." Whew, easier than he'd thought.
"So don't I like, get a hug for a reward, Fuzzy?" She got up from the
couch and held out her arms.
BAMF
She waited a moment, then noticed he hadn't reappeared in her arms. "Uhm,
Kurt?" She looked around the room and blinked. "That was weird..."
Jean was walking down the stairs when a blue blur flew up past her.
"Entschuldigung!"
She almost turned to look behind her, but only almost.
"Jean!"
She caught Kitty and hugged her back. "Congratulations on the A, Kitty."
"Oh, did Kurt like, tell you already? First he just runs off, then he
tells everyone the good news!"
"But he didn't..."
"Boys! One minute they'll do anything just to get you to look at them, the
next they're running away!" Kitty walked off with a "Humph!", leaving Jean alone
on the stairway.
"But... Oh, never mind." The mansion's resident telepath sighed, then
walked down into the kitchen for a well-deserved snack.
Meanwhile, up a floor and down a few hallways, the blue-furred mutant some
call Nightcrawler collapsed on his bed. Today, of all days! The first few weeks
he threw himself at Kitty, not so much because he *liked* her liked her, but
because he had wanted her to accept him. Then today, she'd actually gone out of
her way to hug him, and he had to turn her down. He looked over at his clock,
and the red numbers 8:17 stared back at him. His yellow eyes held the numbers in
their relentless stare, willing it to be the end of the week.
8:18
Hah! Fuzzy dude - 1, Clock - 0. Just two hours and twelve minutes until
you'll be tired enough to fall asleep, just one hundred twenty- "Argh!" Kurt
jumped off his bed and began pacing his room, hands clasped behind his back and
his tail twitching in agitation. It was the perfect plan, just stay in his room
when he wasn't training or at school for one stupid little week. Well, asked a
little voice in his head, if the plan is so perfect, why are you already so
bored?
Clappe, he instructed the little voice. So he was a little bored, so what?
The professor had outfitted all the rooms with various forms of entertainment,
and he had his stereo. He flipped through his CD collection, then tossed in a
random Beatles album before turning triumphantly toward his foe.
8:21
Verdammt! Only three minutes? He looked around his mostly spotless room
for something, anything to occupy his attention. His yellow eyes settled on a
small rumpled form in the corner.
"No, I left you in my locker at school. I distinctly remember putting you
in my locker and leaving you behind! How did you get here?"
His backpack said nothing.
Which at that moment is what Evan was wishing he had said.
"Why'd you have to like, jinx it? Now Kurt's gonna show up and start
throwing popcorn everywhere and ruin the whole movie for everyone and-"
"Be fair," Scott interrupted, "Kurt never gives away the actual ending.
Besides, aren't you being a little paranoid? I'm sure he's got better things to
do than think of ways to disrupt movie night." He looked around at the assembled
teenagers as they all stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "What?"
"I'll do a quick scan for him, just to make sure he isn't sneaking up on
us," Jean volunteered. Evan put the movie on pause while Jean rubbed her
forehead in preparation for the sweep. After a few moments of concentration, she
opened her eyes, "He's in his room..."
"So why do you look like you've seen a /pop!/ ghost?" asked Jubilee,
sucking in her gum after popping the bubble.
Jean looked straight ahead, her red lips and hair standing out in stark
contrast to her suddenly pale skin. "He's doing his homework."
Scott took advantage of the sudden silence to address his team, "It is a
Sunday night, and he's got school tomorrow just like all of us do..."
"Yeah man, but this is Kurt, the K-Man! Homework is his kryptonite. He
told me it makes his fur fall out," Evan confided.
"That can't be r..."
"And to think, I used to look up to him!" Scott was interrupted by the
Institute's newest prankster, Bobby. Jubilee nodded in agreement, too busy
trying to get her gum under control to speak.
"Even Kurt knows when it's time..."
"Well, I guess the stupid peasant needs an education. Though I have no
idea how he'll use it with the way he looks." Amara crossed her arms and stared
at the still-paused screen, not even acknowledging the fact that she had
interrupted Scott.
"That's not f..."
"He like, totally gets on to me about studying too much, and I only do my
homework for like, an hour," Kitty said.
"Look," Scott began, starting to sound very irritated at being interrupted
so much.
Nobody, however, took much notice of him and everyone began to talk at
once.
"Maybe Mystique came back and took Kurt's place!"
"What if he's sick?"
"Did you tell him that we didn't invite him again, Amara?"
"Maybe we should talk to the professor."
"Do you think he's under someone's control?"
Scott considered trying to call for order, but he just stood up and said
to no one in particular, "I've got some homework to do," and headed for his
room.
