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Chapter 10: Solutions

I heard the door closing behind me, but I was already standing in fornt oft he professor's desk and held the knife under his very nose, wrapped in the sleeve of my shirt which I had ripped off. „What the fuck is that?"

The surprised look on Xavier's face didn't change a bit. „Where did you get that?"

„That shit burned me.", was what I managed to say, showing the old man my tattered shirt and my arm. „That damn X, it must stand for you!"

„You stole it."

„I was bored."

„Don't think I didn't know you had it." He sighed and rolled around his desk. He carefully felt my arm, which surprisingly barely hurt. „This is exceedingly interesting."

„Why?"

„The briefcase with the knives. Did you bring it?"

I nodded and took the set of knives out of my jacket. I gave it to the professor who opened it.

„There were nine knives in here.", he said calm and looked directly into my eyes. I shivered. „Eight normal ones and one that shows the truth. They were all forged in Germany in the late 1900s, around the Fall of the Wall, by a group of mighty mutants from different countried. They all had one thing in common, they were very strong physically, but their mind was easy to play tricks on by telepaths."

„I don't understand why you're telling me that story.", I said, pulled back my arm and put my hands in my pockets.

„Wait for it." Xavier smiled. „They had a hostage, a female mutant with telepathic powers who they were trying to get information out of. But she always kept on controlling their way of thought, eight oft he nine mutants went insane, only the last one had a plan: He made a smith from a parallel world forge the weapons of which one had the power to show the true intentions of telepaths when they touch it." Xavier took the knife and showed me the handle where the little intentation were. It was one more than before and for a second I thought to see my own initials, G.S..

„Every time it does ist work, the mutant it works on is left with a small scar. You seem to be the fourth one."

„That's nice." I tried to look chilled and not impressed, but my voice bus shaking. „But I'm not a fucking telepath."

„I know, I know …" The professor seemed in deep thought. „But telepathy is deceit in a way, just like your power is, or Mystique's shape shifting. That it why it worked, I think."

„So I'm gonna have to live with this scar fort he rest of my life." Like I cared.

The professor smirked. „We both know you like it. Andy es, you will have to, but at least none oft he people here will ever suspect you of still working for Magneto."

„And I'll be served on the silver platter to his allies.", I hissed. „Why doesn't it tattoo me something on the forehead?"

„You really have to try to moderate your hot temper, Galathea."

„Shadow."

„Galathea, that's your name."

„My temper is non of your business."

„Well." The professor looked at the knife again as if he hadn't heard my comment. „I find this weapon fascinating. That is why I own it, to study the way it works."

„There you go, take it back." I made a cantilevered gesture.

„Thank you for bringing it back to me." He smiled his grandfather-like smile. „By the way, you're pretty amazing at throwing knives."

„Well, thanks." I fixed the position of the chair I was standing next to and took a step back into the direction oft he office's door.

„You're already leaving?" YOu really didn't have tob e a telepath to figure out that it didn't surprise him at all. „We'll get another chance to talk sooner or later."

I murmured a quiet thank you when I closed the door. Then I just stopped, my back leaning against the wooden door. The professor had touched the knife. He, a teleptha. Did that mean I had a little scar somewhere, like me? Or was he immune due to all his studies? And the X stood for Xavier, so how could he have an X scar somewhere? What if he was the telepath in his story? No, he had said female mutant.

Dammit, why was I even thinking about that?

I glanced at my forearm that made a piteous impression in combination with the scar and the burnt and ripped shirt. I touched the little X. I actually liked it, it had something bold and cool, but I wasn't happy about the meaning of it. I could only hope that not many people knew about it.

I didn't dress up for my second date with Kurt, no dress, no jewelry. I just put on my second pair of jeans, green with many pockets on the legs and a dark sweater. They weren't technically my clothes, but I had found them in the wardrobe of my room. The former resident of the room must have been a girl, however her things were more girly, but not pink and no dresses or skirts.

Anyways, Kurt's room didn't impress me anymore like last time, even though he had again litt he room with only candles. But this time there was a low table standing in the middle of the room, with two bowls of soup on it. Soup? And where was Kurt?

I saw him when I turned around. He was hanging from his wardrobe, only by his toes. The tension of his body was probably something he had learned at the circus. I grinned a bit when he teleported and appeared right in front of me wih messy hair. Different from the first time he hugged me tight to welcome we and I showed him my fondness by wrapping my arms around him as well.

„I wanted to cook something, but all I'm able to do is soup." He grinned as an apologize when he let me go and saw my slightly confused look at the table. „So that's a fail I guess."

„Not at all.", I smiled and playfully hit him in the stomach. „We'll just have soup, it's fine. It's better than anything I could do." His skin color got a bit darker, which was probably the equivalent of blushing for blue-skinned people. He reached for my hand and guided me tot he table. It was beautifully decorated with Asian signs.

„I lived in Japan for a while." He explained. „Or I rather hid from mutant hunters in Europe. Some lunatic called Stryker."

„He actually caught me and Storm a few years ago!", I said surprised. „You were lucky!"

„He caught you? How?"

„He had set up traps. He studied me and knew every single one of my steps.", I remembered. „Even though he hates mutants, he hired telepaths to see through my powers for him. Killed them all afterwards."

„Wow." Kurt sat down on the floor cross-legged and I did the same. I looked down into the bowl and was suprised that the soup actualy smelled and looked good, even though I had never seen it before.

„Potato soup.", he said. „It was my favorite food as a child." He took his spoon and I tried it. It didn't taste too bad, thinking of this as a kind of date and that it was already nine o'clock. I never really had a date, but I was sure that usually people didn't eat soup at Japanese tables. I had to laugh about my own thoughts.

„What happened?" Kurt looked at me, but instead of an answer I put my spoon aside and slowly touched his hand. He followed me with his eyes, but when I carefully started fondling it he closed his eyes and grabbed my hand. I shivered.

Then everything went black and I fell on the floor, the floor of Kurt's little oriel.

„We'll have to practice that." I picked myself up and tried to sit like a normal person, but Kurt came closer, his yellow eyes focused on my face, my lips. My whole body started prickling again when he kissed me and I couldn't keep myself from moving closer to him and putting my hands around his neck.

I loved how unperfect and still beautiful everything was with him.

Wait, did I just say the l-word?

There was no time left to think about that because he gently interrupted the kiss and looked me in the eyes, his face so close to mine that I could feel every breathe he took. I noticed that his eyes weren't just yellow, but that they had different shades, with something like a darker iris in the middle. I lost myself in his honest, soft look and lost in thought placed my hand on his cheek.

Then he lay over me and gently pressed me down into the pillows as he kissed me. His lips were soft and warm and the slight movements feld natural, as if they were made for interacting with mine.

„Please don't tell this to anyone.", I wispered while I slowly slipped my hands under his shirt. „Everyone here hates me already."

„Not everyone.", Kurt replied, wispering like me, and gave me a kiss onthe forehead. Then he took off his short with a fluent move. I grinned like little girl but then I skillfully retraced the muscles on hi schest.

And in this night I stayed in his room without running away in the middle of the night.