Summary: Kitty fights with her grandma. WARNING: Some of it can have an unsettling effect. It could also be disturbing. Don't read if references to the Holocaust and the millions that died upset you, DON'T READ...
Disclaimer: I own NUTZING! Nutzing! Although I wish I owned and elf. A fuzzy, blue elf... heh heh... sigh... read the story.
Chapter 3 "Pride and Prejudice"
You'll never know the one
Who thinks of you each night.
Who longs to kiss your lips
Who wants to hold you tight.
Oh I am just a friend.
That's all I've ever been.
Cause you don't know me.
Kitty sighed as she started to clean up the blankets and popcorn on the floor and couch.
"Kitten? What did that German call you when he was through handling you?"
"He wasn't handling me! Katzchen. It's German for-"
"I know what it means. My family lived in Berlin for 5 years."
"Then, how can you hate Germans? You are one!!"
"Katherine! I am Polish! I was born in Krakow!"
"Don't call me Katherine. It's Kitty. And, what difference does it make what my friends call me?"
"Friends?!?! Kitten, no matter where I've lived or where I'm from, I am a Jew first and foremost and I cannot nor will I forget what those Nazis did to me! That's why I no longer speak German. I once spoke it fluently. However, that is the language that Nazis speak. Am I correct?"
"Nein." Kitty spoke the word knowing the effect it would have on her grandmother.
"What?! What did you say?"
"You heard me grandmother. German does NOT equal Nazi. And Nazi does NOT equal German! Not anymore. There are Nazis here in America you know. Kurt has saved my from them more than once. I was shot by one. Did you know that grandmother? Kurt saved me! Kurt. The German. He's NOT a Nazi; he's the farthest thing from it. Therefore, my answer is nein! Does that make me a Nazi now?"
"But, Katherine!" Miriam pulled up her sleeve and showed Kitty the numbers burned there, "Germans did this! Germans!"
"No, grandmother!" Kitty was yelling now, "Nazis did that! Nazis not Germans! They are NOT the same thing! Open your eyes and look beyond your prejudice, grandmother. Look around... THEY ARE NOT THE SAME THING!!"
"That still doesn't give you the right to-"
"To what?! To what, Grandmother? To have a friend who's German? Maybe even LOVE him?!?"
" Love him?! Kitten," Miriam's voice was softer now. "You can't honestly think that you Love him!"
"Maybe I DO! Maybe I'm in love with Kurt Wagner. But, you wouldn't know about that! You don't have any room for love anymore! Only HATE!" Kitty ran out of the room and headed for her own. She threw herself on the bed and sobbed until she was almost sick. She heard her grandmother come upstairs and go to her room. She sat up and looked at herself in the mirror. "Why did I say that," she said to herself, "Why? I don't love Kurt! Do I?" Images floated through Kitty's mind. Images of her with Kurt at the mall, Kurt at the movies, her with Kurt downstairs a few minutes ago. Except now, she was analyzing every moment of it. He couldn't love her. Of course he didn't. But, she loved him. She knew it. This was different than she'd ever felt about anyone. She hadn't even felt this way about Pete. And she thought she loved him. Love was... was... what she felt right now... and for Kurt. It was hopeless. She started to cry.
Kurt Wagner sat in his room next to Kitty's. He could hear her crying. He was the cause of her problems. Just like always. He was always the cause of Mangali's problems. He was obviously the cause of Mystique's problems, or she wouldn't have abandoned him... He was always causing the ones he loved problems... WHOA! Waitaminnute! When did Kitty become one of the one's he loved! I mean, she was his best friend and he cared deeply for her. But, not like that! Definitely not! He... couldn't love her... "Oh Mein Gott!" he thought, "I do! I love her! Oh man, why is my life so difficult? She'd never love me! I'm such a freak! I'm-"
*Knock Knock* "Kurt? Elf?" Kitty, his best friend, the woman he loved, was knocking on his door. "Can I come in? I think we should probably talk..."