Hey, TheTeleporter here! I re-read the previous chapter, and I saw some errors. Don't worry, I will make sure to change them soon enough, and I'll make sure to have little to no errors in this piece as well. Now, on to our fuzzy blue elf!

Message— Kurt's normal thoughts

Message— Kurt's inner thoughts

"Message"— speaking

Message— flashbacks

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"Well, Kurt, how do you like your room?" Xavier asked Kurt as Kurt examined his room in awe. "It is magnificent, professor! How can you afford all this? I've never seen a single room as big as zis!" Kurt looked at the professor with questioning and marveled eyes. Charles chuckled at Kurt's antics. "Well Kurt, that is a different discussion for a different time. Now, how about we get you something to eat, eh, Kurt?" Charles started down the hallway motioning for Kurt to follow. But Kurt did not move. "What's wrong Kurt?" Charles turned to see a stunning sight. Kurt was glaring at him! "Kurt? Kurt!" That's all he got out before Kurt spoke again. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, professor. It's a shame that I heard such a dreadful discussion in ze car. I know zat you two do not like my appearance, but vreally now, must you tell me such lies? Vhy did you approach me if you did not want me here? Am I vreally zat bad? Professor, I have been taught ze art of mind blocking, you cannot force your way into my mind professor, for I will rip your heart out. Do you understand Xavier?" Charles flinched when he was called only by his last name. "Now, I vill stay vith you, only if I can go to school, and if I'm accepted here vithout complaint. I'm headed downstairs to meet ze ozzers." And with that, Kurt teleported with a cloud of brimstone, leaving a shocked and mentally disturbed professor in the room.

Kurt reappeared in the kitchen, where he saw two teenagers and an adult with their backs turned to him. Perfect, time to put on a show they'll never forget. And with that he teleported once more.

Kurt teleported into a large room that looked never ending. It was oddly spherical, with nothing but a large computer in the middle. Hmm, wonder what this does. He pressed the enter key, and quickly hacked into the computer. Thank god for Germany, he thought smugly.

Flashback

Kurt Wagner, a thirteen year old boy, peered around a statue, waiting for his next victim. He saw a soldier walk by, and as Kurt teleported, the soldier looked around the same statue that the mutant had been at moments before. Appearing behind the man, Kurt quickly snatched the three keys the guard had in a ring. Then he disappeared as the man started to stand. Not noticing the missing keys, the soldier walked away without a second glance. Kurt smirked and disappeared back to what he called "home" When he arrived, he saw his father figure waiting for him. "Haben Sie etwas zu greifen?" The man question Kurt with a questioning eye? "Ja, Ich griff diese off eines Soldaten" Kurt explained with a grin. "sehr gut" the man praised. Then the man started to speak in English. It was his goal to teach English to Kurt, in case they ever got separated when they arrived in America. "Now, I vill teach you a most sacred art. Zis has run in my family for generations. I vill teach you how to block psychics vith just your mind and vith technology. This vill also teach you how to hack into several computers, and zat is a most helpful art in itself." Kurt grinned. Now, a technique that will actually help him in the future! "Vhen do I start, Herr Sebastian? I cannot vait!" Kurt's tail was wagging like a fun loving puppy. Sebastian was impressed with how developed Kurt's English was. Kurt certainly was a fast learner. "Bald, Kurt. Now ve must get some rest. It has been a long day, and I'm sure zat you need to return zose keys to the owner, correct? Now, go on. I vill see you tomorrow." Kurt quickly scampered off. Sebastian closed his eyes. He loved Kurt like a father, and he's sure that Kurt loved him like a son.

Kurt was certainly a fast learner, Sebastian repeated to himself. Kurt had a bright future ahead, and Sebastian certainly hoped that Kurt would use those opportunities that lay ahead to his advantage.

Kurt hummed happily to himself. Today was the day! He and his father figure were to depart to America, and live happily! But all of a sudden, Kurt had a horrible feeling. Oh, dear! Something is happening to Herr Sebastian! "Herr Sebastian! Vas happened? Herr Sebastian?" Kurt whimpered as he made his way upstairs. He heard a coughing sound in Sebastian's room. "Don't vorry fazzer! Ich komme!" But he arrived in time to see a horrid sight. Sebastian had black and red spots all over himself, and was paler than ash. "Kurt?" Sebastian croaked, not having the strength to open his eyes. "Ja, fazzer, ich bin hier." Kurt was on the brink of sobbing. What had caused his father such pain and suffering? "Fazzer." Sebastian, smiled weakly. "I alvays knew zat I vas your fazzer." Kurt looked pain. Somehow, he knew that his father figure wasn't going to make it. Sebastian knew it too. "Listen, Kurt." Kurt looked up to see his father's brilliant face, as if the dying man was well again. "Kurt, I need you to go to America vithout me. I'm not going to make it out of here. Use zat money to buy vatever food you need for ze trip. And remember zat I vill be in heaven, smiling down at you. Look in the dresser, I left a surprise. It vas for your birthday in a couple weeks. So now zat I von't be zere, Alles Gute zum Geburtstag." And with that, Sebastian went to sleep, forever. "NEIN!NEIN FAZZER! VHY? FAZZER, VAKE UP! BITTE! NEIN!" and those howls turned to quiet sobs.

Kurt had eventually made it to the ship, and purchased a room that was meant for him. Kurt sat alone, wallowing in shame. Depression kicked in, but for only a little bit of time, and Kurt eventually accepted that his best friend, his only friend, and mentor was not coming back. A few days later, an educated man approached Kurt, and Kurt accepted his offer to join him and be a new student at his school. And Kurt eventually went on a train Bayville, where he had met the professor officially.

Flashback over

Kurt wept at that memory, where he had lost his only friend. He was the same Friend who was the only one who had understood him. He was the first man to look past his appearance and give him a home to stay in. Soon, Kurt will go with his mentor's word and use his opportunities to his advantage. Not that he had to enjoy the choices he made.

Now this is interesting, Kurt thought as his golden eyes scanned over information. He had found several character files and was reading each one carefully

Profile: James Howlett, a.k.a. Wolverine

Age: unknown

Abilities: regenerative healing, animalistic senses, a full adamantium skeleton

Profile: Jean Grey

Age: 17

Abilities: telekinesis, psychic abilities

Profile: Scott Summers

Age: 18

Abilities: Summers has uncontrollable lasers that shoot out of his eyes if opened. He controls them with

glasses with lenses made of ruby quartz.

Profile: Ororo Munroe

Age: 26

Abilities: Control over weather

Kurt looked over each of these very carefully, and was just about to leave, when he heard some voices outside the door. "I think he went in here!" Well, shows over, I guess. Kurt thought before teleporting. And just as he did, the door slammed open. "damn, nothing!" a very irritated cyclops growled. He was just about to leave, when he noticed a glint of gold peek at him from the ceiling. "What the—" he started as the figure drop down the ceiling and land in front of him. When Kurt opened eyes, he saw a very frightened and very pale cyclops in front of him. "Hallo?" That's all Kurt got out when Cyclops started screaming. "What the hell are you? The professor said something about a new student, not a demon!" Scott started to back away. "I'm not a demon; I'm a human, same as you. Now, let's start over, shall ve? I'm Kurt Vagner, a new student." Kurt started with a smile. But that smile soon turned to a scowl as Cyclops continued to back away. "Get the hell away from me, you bloody demon! And get the hell away from Jean, too! Things like you don't belong here." Scott immediately turned around and slammed the door, leaving a very stunned and angry Kurt in his wake.

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Translations:

-"Haben Sie etwas zu greifen?"— "Did you grab anything?"

"Ja"— "yes"

"Ich griff diese off eines Soldaten"— "I grabbed this off a soldier"

"sehr gut"— "very good"

"Ich Komme"— I'm coming

"ich bin hier"— I am here

"Alles Gute zum Geburtstag"— Happy Birthday

"Bitte"— please