Disclaimer: standard procedure.
A/N: the plot twist shall be explained, all in good time. Oh, and sorry about Jimaine's accent. It's quite thick. She hasn't really learned or spoken English like Kurt, so it only makes sense to make her accent thicker. If you don't get it, try saying it out loud.
Desire
Kitty didn't bother packing her suitcase. Not like she was going on a vacation, anyway. Cyrus, sitting on her bed and now old enough to stumble on his little paws over the thick comforter, mewled at her. Kitty sighed and turned toward the kitten.
"You wanna go too?" she asked. Cyrus mewled at her again. "I don't, like, know, it might be, like, dangerous."
Kitty swore that if Cyrus wasn't a week-and-a-half old kitten and a human, he would have given her a withering look. Kitty reached out a hand to stroke him gently, and smooth the little cowlick of fur he had on the back of his head. It stuck up exactly the same way Kurt's cowlick stuck up. Kitty's stomach flipped slightly at thoughts of Kurt.
The girl was rather annoyed by the fact she had to wait for school to get out to go to Germany after Nightcrawler. She was wasting time. Kurt could already have caused major damage, and Kitty was still here in America, letting him get away with murder.
Kitty, bored and with nothing to do, phased down to the kitchen, one of hers and Kurt's favorite haunts. Just as Kitty was sweeping her hand through the air to check for Milani, the phone rang, making her jump onto the table with surprise.
She approached the phone cautiously, as if it were going to explode at any moment. She picked up the receiver and hesitantly addressed the person on the line.
"Hello?"
"Hallo? Eez zis ze Zavier Eenstitute?" A very, very, heavily accented German voice asked.
"Who's calling?" Kitty asked. She didn't know the voice, but she knew it wasn't Kurt. Kurt didn't have a female voice.
"Ah, zis eez Jimaine Szardos. Kurt's seester."
Kitty fell silent.
"Kurt's . . . sister?"
"Ja. Und you are . . .?"
"Kitty, his friend."
"Freundin?" Jimaine asked, astounded. Kitty had no idea what she said.
"Um, I didn't quite understand that,"
"Sorry. Freundin means gerlfriend een German,"
"I am not—" Kitty started to say indignantly, but was cut off.
"Ven ze gerls say zat, eet just proves zat zey are, or zat zey vant to be." Jimaine said levelly. Kitty huffed through the phone.
"So why did you call?"
"I vanted to talk to you about somezing zat happened to me ze ozzer night,"
"You're a sorceress, if I'm, like, right. I'm a mutant, so why would I be able to help you?"
"Just leesten to me. Ze ozzer night, a ghost came to me," Jimaine said, pronouncing the 'h' in 'ghost,' which Kitty found funny. "Und she said zat she vas ze ghost ov a voman named 'Mystique.' I heard Kurt mention zat name a few times ven I came over to ze States. Hvoo his zis Mystique lady?"
"Um, well, that's scary. Mystique, like, can't be dead. No way. She comes to the Brotherhood, like, every few months, but we haven't, like, seen her for a while . . ." Kitty said, rubbing the back of her neck in anxiety.
"Precizely. You have not seen her for a vile. Venn I saw her, she vas on fire. Does zat mean nozing to you?"
"It's 'does that mean something', not – whatever. You said she was, like, on fire?"
"Ja, flames all over her, on her hair und dress, zough her arms und hands vere unmahrked, as zough she held zem clear of ze flames."
"That's really, like, weird. Who would burn Mystique to death . . .?" Kitty mused.
"Ze townspeople. Zey hasse – hate – mutants, zat und zorceressez, like Margali vas – like I am." Jimaine said with bitterness.
"So what was Mystique doing back in Germany?"
"Don't ask me! She appeared to me und said, 'Seien Sie der Teufel du vorsichtig ist dein Freund.' Eet means, 'Beware ze Devil hvoo you zink is your friend.' I don't know vat it means. Do you?"
"Devil? Devil, devil, devil . . . Do you think it could mean, like, demon?" Kitty mused.
"Dämon? Vy vould it mean demon? Ze message she vrote said very cleahrly Teufel, Devil."
"I said that because Kurt looks like a demon . . ."
"Nein! I know vere you're going mit zis, und Kurt vould never tu—" Jimaine stopped.
"What?"
"Vell, ven Kurt came to me, he said he vould kill all Margali's murders. Zat's vat Mystique's message could mean. Kurt might turn on . . . us?" Jimaine finished slowly.
"If that's what the message said,"
"Ja."
"I have to cut school!" Kitty said quickly. Logan walked into the kitchen and saw Kitty on the phone.
"Half-pint, no way you're cuttin' school!" he growled. "Who's on the line?"
"I'm sorry, Jimaine, someone's interrupting me. I'll get the next flight I can to Munich." Kitty said coldly, more for Logan's benefit than Jimaine's. She hung up the phone and stared at Logan.
"Who's this Jimaine?" That was all he could say. Kitty was ticked.
"Jimaine, FYI, is Kurt's sister. Kurt showed up in town, and said he was going to kill people. I am leaving for Munich, and nobody, not even you, is going to stop me." Kitty turned and phased through the wall in a huff, leaving Logan standing slightly bewildered in the kitchen, wondering what he had done to get Kitty so upset. Then it hit him. Kurt was going to kill people?!
"Half-pint! Get back here!" Logan yelled, running out of the kitchen up the stairs to Kitty's room. He pounded on the door, having to wait an agonizing second before Kitty opened the door, feigning surprise.
"Oh hi, Logan,"
"What did you say in the kitchen? About Kurt?"
"Oh, he's angry and he wants to kill people," Kitty said, acting as if this was a lighthearted conversation just to annoy Logan.
"What else did ya say?"
"I'm cutting school and going to Munich to stop him,"
"And?"
"Mystique showed up as a ghost to Jimaine and said Kurt would turn on her." This last statement caught Logan in the gut.
"What?" he gasped in disbelief.
"Mystique was burned to death like Margali, and she showed up to Jimaine and gave her a message that said, more or less, that Kurt would turn on her." Kitty started glowering again.
"The hell is that elf up to?!"
It's a short chapter. If I seem to be shifting my focus or going slightly askew of the main idea, please tell me. I've been wrapped up in other things, and my brain's not really in fanfic mode. Please review, people-who-read-this-other-than-100-Silver-Wings-and-Nightcrawler's-Shadow! (You guys can keep reviewing, please!) I just want new input.