A/N: Do ya'll love me? Here I am. Updating this story for ya'll.
Chapter Ten
Karina had left. She hadn't told anyone. Just left. The girl didn't even care where she was going. All she did was drive. After several hours, she had to pull over because she couldn't see through her tears. She curled up and cried.
When there were no tears left, she drove on. There was nowhere she wanted to go but the girl needed to drive. It helped her deal.
Her phone buzzed for a text. It was from Kurt. "Are you okay? Rogue found your wings in the parking lot."
She sent a text back. "I'm fine. Something came up. I'll see you later."
The girl pulled over and sat on her hood watching the stars. She answered her phone as it rang.
"You okay?" Lance asked.
Karina sighed. "Yes. I'm just chilling out. Somewhere south of home. Very far south."
Her brother chuckled. "You always did like to travel. Especially, when you're upset. Mystique?" He nailed the problem.
"Yeah. Apparently, I'm not moving fast enough for Magneto." The teen leaned back.
"Just ignore them. You'll get the job done and you'll do it right. I believe in you, Karina." Lance assured her.
The seventeen-year-old girl sighed. "Ok. I'm heading home now," She paused for a second. "Scratch that. I'll be back for school on Monday. Later, Lance."
Lance sat at a table with Kitty, Kurt, Pietro, and Bobby. None of them had been able to contact Karina after her brother had spoken with her. To the brotherhood's surprise, the girl's X-geek friends were just as worried.
"And no one-" Kitty started.
"Yes. No one has spoken with Karina! For the hundredth time!" Pietro snapped.
"Aye. No need to be snippy, 'Tro." A new voice called.
The five turned to see the missing girl standing behind them. She wore a mid-calf length skirt that was custom made and a high-end brand. Hanging from her shoulders was a peasant's blouse-based shirt. Both were of a course, yet smooth, fabric. The skirt was a stormy gray where the shirt was a smoky blue. Both colors giving her beautiful accents.
"So, did ya miss me?" She smirked with her hands planted on cocked hips.
Lance confronted his sister. "Where the hell have you been? You've been gone for two days!"
The girl patted her brother's shoulder as she moved to perch on the table facing the small group. "I went to visit an acquaintance of mine. My wardrobe was ill fitting. I grew a decent amount since I was last measured. She made me better fitting clothes while I relaxed at a spa." She explained.
"You could've told us that. No one could get a hold of you. We were worried." Kitty complained.
Karina smiled at the girl. "It was a spa that requires all electronic devices turned off," When none of them relented, the girl sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry all of you. I promise to make it up to you. I'll buy dinner for everyone tonight." The other's blinked but nodded ever so slowly.
"I'm still mad at you, Kar." Lance muttered to her.
The conductor simply grinned. "Dress for a party." She called as she dragged Kurt to class.
"Hey. What did your brother just call you?" The boy asked.
"Kar. With a K." The girl answered. "A nickname from our childhood." She smirked wrapping her hand with his. He, then, noticed her flesh colored gloves.
"You wear gloves?" He posed to her.
"Not always but… I like this," She gestured to their hands. "This is nice." The grin that broke on the German boy's face was large.
"So, vhere are you taking us for dinner?" Kurt asked giving her hand a squeeze.
Karina laughed softly. "That's a secret. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."
Kurt pretended to pout. "That's not fair." He stated.
Shrugging, the girl responded, "In my world it is. That makes it okay." The two laughed.
Karina walked down the stairs to see Rogue, Kitty, Kurt, and Bobby sitting in the living room. Lance walked into the room just after Karina. The girl eyed the others' clothing.
Kitty was in dark blue skinny jeans, a tank top, and a matching denim jacket. Bobby was in jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Rogue wore her usual ensemble. Kurt was wearing a pair of black cargo pants and a dark blue v-neck sweater.
"Who's ready to go?" She asked jingling her car keys. The rest stood up. "Great. Kurt gets shotgun. Ya'll can figure out the backseat arrangement." She walked out the door.
Soon, they were all seated in her car. Kurt and Karina were up front. Rogue was behind the driver's seat. Bobby in the middle and Kitty was sitting on Lance's lap.
Karina looked at her brother. "No nookie in my backseat." She started the engine before accelerating out of the drive at 50 mph, with a chorus of screams.
Once she was on the road, she pushed on the gas pedal while turning the radio up. It was playing a Toybox cd. Of course, she sang along with it. Nothing was more fun than scarying the new comers to her car.
Kitty was holding on to Lance, who had one hand on the roof. The other was clutching the door. Rogue had both hands holding the door. Bobby was bent over with his head between his knees. Kurt, sitting beside her was clinging to one side of his seat and the door, but Karina noticed the small smile.
'He's having fun!' She thought. 'Awesome!'
"KARINA! SLOW DOWN NOW! BEFORE YOU KILL US ALL!" Lance roared from the backseat.
The conductor turned to look at him. "Oh. No, I won't. Come on. Relax." She turned back around just in time to dodge a car that was moving to slow. The other's kept screaming. Though, she noticed Kurt chuckling. She laughed out loud.
Turning a corner, she slowed down before throwing the car into park beside the most popular dance club restaurant. She stepped from the car. "We're here," She chirped. The four in the backseat stumbled from the car, looking ruffled. Handing her keys to the parker. The girl stated, "Keep it close." She gave him a fifty. The boy nodded.
Karina lead the group into the building. She stopped at the podium. They waited for the blonde hostess to notice them. After five minutes had passed with nothing from the blonde filing her manicured nails, the others' saw the conductor getting impatient and angry.
"Excuse moi, mademoiselle," The seventeen-year-old half growled. "But when, pray-tell, are you going to take time out of your immensely busy schedule to seat us?"
The blonde looked up at Karina. "Sorry," She drawled. "We don't serve anyone under eighteen. So, leave."
Lance noticed his twin's back muscles tightening in anger. He set his hand on her shoulder. As he went to say something, another worker walked up.
"Is there a problem, miss?" The manager asked.
"Oui. This kind lady has informed me that I'll not be served due to my age. I have a reservation." Karina stated.
The man nodded, looking at the book. "Name, please?"
"Rutherford. Karina Rutherford." The group watched the manager's face drain of color.
He, instantly, grabbed six menus and led them to a round booth. "I apologize, Ms. Rutherford. I promise we'll take care that hostess." He said.
"Stick her on dish duty for a month or so," Karina ordered. The manager nodded as he left. "Order whatever you want. All expenses paid."
Kitty was looking around in awe. "How did you get a reservation here? They're said to be booked for months. This is amazing."
"See that?" The now calm girl asked pointing to an emblem on the wall. Then, to the copies on the molding and the wall light fixtures. It was a daisy with a symbol in the center. The symbol was an elegant M with curls. All surrounded by a circle. They all nodded. "That means this is my domain."
They all blinked at her. "What?"
Karina laughed. "That sign is Lady Miragule's emblem. The Lady owns any business, which has that. Since she is my guardian, I'm an important person. Most people think if I say one bad thing to Lady about the business that didn't treat me right, she'll close them. So, I'm a super VIP." She explained.
"I thought the Lady never told you her name." Lance mentioned.
"She didn't," His sister confirmed. "I found out about it from going to one of her restaurants in Paris. I just forget from time to time until I need to drop her name."
The manager came back to take their orders. Dinner didn't take very long to make it to their table. After everyone ate, they all headed to the dance floor except Karina. When the other five left, she flagged down the manager. He left before returning with a shot of whiskey.
"You drink?" A German accent asked. "Ah, but I already knew that, didn't I?" Kurt smiled softly, remembering when they first met.
The girl knocked back the alcohol and began pealing her gloves off. "Oui. I have found that a nice buzz cancels out some of my powers. Allowing me to enjoy being normal. If only for an hour," She answered reaching out to take his hand with her bare hand. "Now, I want to dance." The girl pulled him into the crowd as a slow song came on.
Karina rested her head on Kurt's shoulder. One of her hands was in his. The other rested on the top of his arm that was around her waist. He timidly rested his cheek on the top of her head. She gave a content sigh. He smiled.
For a while, the world disappeared. There were no missions. No rival groups. No powers. No other people. For a few minutes, it was just them, and the music.
But like all good things, it had to end. Eventually, the song ran out of notes. Another up beat one started. They didn't move, though. They stood there until Karina lifted her head. She blinked at him. He could see the unshed tears. However, he knew none of them were because of him.
She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again before looking away. Gently, he took her chin. Once, she was looking at him, he smiled. She returned.
Then, Kurt kissed Karina softly.
A/N: Yes. Finally. They kissed. Lol. Later till sometime next year. *Waves*