Notes: The Alciontae Shadow would like to thank PallaPlease for the term Kurtty, since she now finally knows who actually invented it. Now, just so you know, I won't be updating or adding anymore to this after this chapter until I find 20 reviews there… I'm getting fairly close. {Pleading expression} If that proves too much, I might be so lenient as to go down to 17, but no less than that. Now, I know that Kitty's Jewish, and most likely wouldn't give Kurt a gift like one of the ones she gives him, but I've seen plenty of stories where she's slightly or greatly out of character. And who knows, with things the way they are in our society today, she just might have…
One more thing: The Shadow craves any and all feedback, thrives on it actually… And the bribe of authors stands as well. Ya'll have no idea how much I adore reading ya'lls stories. Now to the part everyone's been dying for… What did they give each other?
For a few moments, neither of the teenagers sitting beneath the willow trees with the fluffy snow drifting towards them were able to forget all troubles that had ever plagued them. Even the question of what the other had gotten him or her left their minds as eternity became reduced to orbs of honey and molten gold. Yet, the wonder of the other's company couldn't hold back the childlike curiousity of what lay inside the boxes discarded besdies them for long. Muffled sighs for the lost peace accompanied the shuffling around for the slightly snow-covered presents. All-in-all there were five; two from Kurt to his Katzchen and three from Kitty to her Nightcrawler. While his had merely been wrapped as best as possible, hers had been meticuously decked out with ribbons, and one even had a fresh flower from Storm's greenhouse garden woven with one of the ribbons.
Shyly, she pushed the smallest towards him, the one with the flower. "Open this one, like, first, Kurt! But you can't open all of it… Like, not just yet." The fuzzy one carefully placed the flower over Kitty's ear before tearing open the wrapping. Inside lay a box of dark mahogany, shut and tightly locked. Puzzled, he turned to her. "I, like, threw away the key. Now I'm the only one who can, like, get what's inside. I'll, like, get it for you when I think you're, like, completely ready to handle what's inside. Until then, promise me you won't, like, try to open it?"
Kurt smiled, still looking slightly confused, and nodded. "Of course, Keety. Now, open zhis one. I got it for you just zhe ozher day." Kitty blushed becomingly as she ripped open the package to find the black dress she had tried on when her elf had asked her to finally become his girlfriend. And on top of the dress he had placed a pair of black satin gloves that would reach her elbows.
The Shadowcat squealed, overjoyed, at what the box contained. "Kurt, this must have, like, cost a fortune! How can you afford it? I, like, love it! Ohmgod! Kurt, it's, like, so beautiful!" Reaching her hand behind his soft head, Kitty pulled her elf into a brief kiss. He grinned, dazed. "No, I don't think I want to know… Luckily, it's, like, your turn. This one now." She handed him another one.
"Zhank you, Keety." He opened the shimmering package to find a picture of Kitty smiling joyously, right at him, framed with a simple rectangle of dark indigo painted wood. In the right-hand corner a poem had been placed.
""Of all that's never come for me
You're what I wanted most
Of all I thought that I might have
You're what I wanted most
Of all I watched others get
You're what I wanted most
Of all the things that I have seen
You're what I wanted most.""
She looked over at him, "The frame, like, reminded me of your fur. Plus," here the girl blushed prettily, "I, like, thought that you needed to see this poem, cause I kinda, like, wrote it just for you. Merry Christmas, fuzzy! My turn!" Eagerly she reached over Nightcrawler for the last present he had for her. Inside, a little stuffed cat with indigo fur and feathery wings looked up at her. She squealed with delight at the adordable kitten and squeezed her new boyfriend in a tight hug. "And now the last one for you, Elf-boy!"
Shadowcat shoved the last gift into his three-fingered hands and watched as he gleefully tore it apart in an attempt to sooner find out what was inside it. And when he did, he came that close to dropping it. Inside lay a special edition Beatles collectors album, an ALBUM not a CD! "Katzchen, how did you vind zhis? No vone has seen zhesze in vorever!" Sweeping her up, both ended in a standing position as Kurt twirled a giggling Kitty under the sweeping willow trees. "C'mon, Keety, let's go decide vhat should be put under zhese willowsz."
Pulling her around, Kurt pretty much had a monologue with himself with Kitty murmuring suggestions quietly into his soft, pointy ear. After a while, the tickling of her slight whispers became too much for the teenage boy and so he did the only thing any red-blooded, mutant boy would do; he kissed his girlfriend and kissed her well. That could only last so long until both felt even the intense winter begin to become a little too warm; neither was ready for any extra, too-speedy commitments that could ruin any adoration blossoming beautifully. And so they merely sat there, enjoying each other's presence, conversing every now and then until the time to get ready for the big, fancy dinner the Professor had pretty much ordered them to go to. Neither minded, though. Kurt wouldn't even have to wear his inducer since the Institute had been closed, except for the students, for the holidays.
Kitty gasped at the sight of her, she smiled brightly at the thought, HER blue elf actually walking down the stairs for once in his life. He was doing rather well, too. Of course, the Nightcrawler was also a shadow walker and acrobat extraordinaire, so it shouldn't have been any surprise. When he saw Kitty, though, he immediately bamfed to her side, leaving the smell of sulfur clinging to his suit and fur as well as Kitty's dress and hair. Grabbing her around the waist, he whisked her into the dining room, to the stairs of many of the other students.
Kurt looked at the dumbstruck expressions around the table, "Vhat? You all knew I'd eventually vigure out szome vay to ask her out. Ja? Vell, I did. And I zhink she said ja as vell… Vhat do you szay?" Kitty giggled as she lightly punched his arm and told him to, "…like, take your seat, fuzzy!" It actually took the others, except for Xavier and surprisingly Ororo, a few more minutes to fully realize that Jean had won the poll and the fifty bucks. It looked like she and Kitty would be going shopping soon.
I adore this writer's bribe thing! I have been able to find some great stories. Please review, I want a reason to tell you guys what's in the box… But I have to get 20 for that. If I get between 17 and 20, then you'll get jack, cause this is the end unless enough people are interested… ~Happy Holidays, all!~
~The Alciontae Shadow~
