Quill of Molliemon: Hee! Thanks! I really try to make what I write long. Sometimes it's hard. Anywho, Azazel has a big plan. Yes yes.

Karakin: He's not evil! He just wants a heir! Or... you didn't hear that from me.

ME: Heh. Rogue only recognized the tune. It's a great song! ::hums the tune:: Hehe!

UncannyAsianGirl: Whoo! That was a long review, it made me feel great! I live to get reviews from you people! Thank you so much! And don't worry, you're guesses are not unfounded! (There is German at Bayville High, she just doesn't take it.) ::tehe::

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He opened his eyes. It was just as though he hadn't, for all he could see was dark blobs and shapes.

Hey, that one was person shaped. And that one, and that one- wait. No, that one was more blocky than anything.

What was he lying on? He yawned and turned over to lie on his stomach.

His head really really hurt. Good thing mother was here with her famous calorie-laden sludge for soup. He could smell it now.

He smiled in his sleep and hugged the lumpy pillow. His sisters would have been jumping on him by now. In fact, he should be outside helping his mother in the garden by now, it felt like noon.

He pushed himself up off the bed and slumped to the floor. His head felt worse than he thought.

"No, no." He heard a deep voice rumble. Whatever had muttered it picked him up under his shoulder and put him back on the lumpy bed. He opened a bleary eye at the thing. All he could see was a shape that was Iclearly/I not his father.

It all rushed back to him. Kurt lay back against the bed with a groan. "Much better." Another deep voice said. He felt something cold press against his forehead and something prick his skin. He slowly sank back into his sleep.

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Willy Wonka wasn't an evil man. Neither were his oompa-loompa's. It was Azazel, who had gotten his furry hands on a large amount of Nerds. He was planning some thing big with the tiny candy coated sugar crystals.

At first it had been funny how energized Kurt had gotten when he had had candy. He took after his old man!

Well... he wasn't that old.

So Azazel had BAMFed to the balcony where the camera taping the door was. He gripped the black iron handrail with his misshapen feet and slowly lowered the package down by its bow to the ground in front of the door. He knew if anyone was watching the security tapes, they would see the package drop out of nowhere.

Now that much candy would surely get Kurt out of the bed he was probably in. If he was already out of bed, he'd give those Auslanders a run for their money!

Azazel only wished he could be there.

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"So... you knew what he was saying? I hope it wasn't anything rude." Kitty wrung her hands and looked over at Rogue.

"No, I recognized the tune." She replied as she turned the page in her new book.

She and Kitty had been back from the mission almost a week now, and the kid was still in the med bay.

"What tune? It was the ramblings of a half crazed... thing!" Kitty said. She whipped the book out of Rogues hands and glared at her.

"You don't know? He was singing 'Close To You.'"

"What's that?"

"It's a 'song.' Do you know what that is?"

"What sort of song? If it was rude-"

"It's a love song!" Rogue glared right back and tried to get her book back. Kitty pulled it out of reach.

"He likes me?"

"No. He hates you so much that he sings a love song to you." Rogues voice dripped with sarcasm.

"And you're ok with this?! He's... he's got a tail!"

"So?"

"A TAIL."

"And?"

"Can't you hear me? I said, he has a tail."

"I'm not dumb, Kitty." Rogue finally managed to snatch her book back. "I just see nothing wrong with this. He's just deformed. That's all."

"Deformed? So... you don't think he'll be scary looking under all that mud?"

"No, he's probably just a normal person with a deformity. When you meet him, just don't scream and point. He's a nice person. He did, after all, sing a love song to you."

"Oh. That makes me feel a bit better."

"I can't wait to see him! I bet by now they'll have the last of the mud off."

"He probably smells a lot better too. Did you notice, when we went back into the jet, it smelled a lot like wet dog?"

"That was a bit weird. He-" The doorbell interrupted Kitty's short speech on the weirdness of his smell. And she, loving to receive visitors, squealed and rushed down the hall to the front door.

She was disappointed to find just a plain brown box on the ground. But she yanked the package inside and ripped it open.

"Ooh! Candy!" She squealed again. And her favorite, Nerds!

Kitty reached in to get a hold on a smaller box of Nerds within the package.

Candy! Whoo!