Disclaimer: Don't own them; wish I did, but I don't… Poor teenager syndrome should keep any interested in sueing from doing so. Besides, if I DID own them, don't you think Kurt and Kitty would be together by now?
Summary: Christmas comes rolling along at the Institute once again. What IS it in the air that has all those at the Institute so cuddly all of a sudden?
Author's note: For those of you who thought I'd deserted you, this is a sequel to my earlier fic, Is it finally going to happen on Christmas? Remy, Jubilee, and Bobby are the only ones I know anything much about… And I realize that I have totally screwed poor Kurt's accent over, but I have no idea how Germans talk. Enjoy and review!! I need at least one review per chapter to continue to write or my muse leaves me with no inspiration. One more thing you should know is that this takes place about two years after my first fic and so they will be slightly different, though not too different.
Kitty Pryde usually adored Thanksgiving vacation. Once she had come to the Institute, it had gotten even better since Kurt Wagner stayed in New York as well. Of course, now that he was Mr. College Freshman, his foster parents wanted him to come visit, and he would go since he hadn't been to Germany after the very first Christmas he had had at Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youths. Actually, her boyfriend''s visit home was the reason Shadowcat had opted to walk home alone this last day before Thanksgiving holiday.
After about the first ten minutes of walking, Kitty felt calm enoug to contemplate the whyfor of her aversion to Kurt's absence. She knew something, it was just to extremely hard to admit it to herself or the object of… Wait! Kitty stopped walking as it hit her, that which she had been avoiding. After almost two years of dating and conversing and… kissing… little Kitty Pryde had actually gone and fallen in love. Hmmm… So that box will come in handy. The thought brought a shining smile to her face.
A smile which quickly vanished as unknown voices reached her ears.
"Woohoo! Baby, smile for me again!"
"Start sashaying again, hots. I wanna see those hips MOVE!"
"Boys, boys… She'd never want you when someone such as myself could just TAKE her!"
As the last speaker finished, three boys Kitty had seen around school stepped from behind a screen of trunks. All leered suggestively at her, while one even licked the area between his fore and middle fingers! At the sight of them, all Kitty could do was squeak and drop the light bag she had been carrying. The Professor, Ororo, and Logan had never really prepared any of the female students for encounters of this sort, figuring they would be so used to battle that panic was impossible.
Oddly terrified of the three teenagers, Kitty managed to stutter, "Wh-wh-what do you wa-want w-with me? I don't even know you guys!" In her painc, Kitty's usual habit of saying like after every other word had deserted her.
"Oh, but Kitty, we know you! And after we're through, we'll know you even better. C'mon, no boyfriend to protect you now." The oldest looking of the group smiled malicously at her as the others moved to flank her.
At the mention of his name, she had whispered questioningly, "Kurt?" before noticing the maneuver these mere boys were trying on her. Still slightly frightened, though, Kitty threw back her head and screamed, "KKKKUUUUUURTTTT!!"
Once she'd closed her mouth, though, one of her attackers had back-handed her across the cheek, bringing her to her hands and knees. Another or the same grabbed her ass, sqeezing cruelly. She tried again, "Kurt!" This earned her another back-hand which landed her on her back. Her vision had begun swimming and she noticed one of the blobs of color lowering himself down. Some part of her knew what would happen, what was going to happen, and it whimpered.
Kurt knew today was Kitty's last day before Thanksgiving break and so had bamfed to walk with her. When she had been so deep in thought as to not notice when Nightcrawler almost bumped into her, he decided about five minutes then follow her. He had some thinking to do himself, actually. For instance, his parents had asked, well practically begged, him to come visit some time and since he couldn't, wouldn't, leave Kitty for Christmas, he would leave her for Thanksgiving. Noticing that five minutes or so had passed, Kurt began the walk to the Institute.
He hoped to find his Katzchen under the willows, maybe even in one of the few covered pavilions {small pavilions for two} they had placed throughout. Seeing her there always stirred his heart, and he felt that that stirring would be necessary to finally telling how he felt. And that love was involved.
Had his hologram not been on, gleaming fangs would have shown as the college boy smiled brightly. The smile faded slowly as a whisper of sound reached his cocked ears. Listening harder, the elfin one moved not at all, hopin gthe sound would come again. And it did. In the form of a long,terrified scream calling for him. Knowing Rogue would call for Remy and Jean for Scott or Evan, there was only his Shadowcat who might scream his name. When the scream repeated itself, Kurt took off running in his odd, wolf-like, ground-devouring gait.
Arriving almost immediately, Kurt took in the scene. Three high-schoolers crowded around a small figure on the ground, though one was unbuttoning his pants and moving towards the prone one. It was then that Kitty whimpered and all hell broke loose. Nothing angered Kurt more than something defenseless being tortured; or so he thought until he saw his beloved Katzchen there on the ground, about to be brutalized. Her innocence about to be taken instead of freely offered and given.
He never knew just how long he beat upon those three, only that afterwards he picked up Kitty, who had curled into a fetal position, and 'ported her straight to his room. He had no roommates while Kitty had Rogue, so they had spent more time in his room and the willow grove than anywhere else.
When he'd gently placed her on his bed, she had clung desparately to him, and so he had lain down as well, gathering the sobbing girl into his embrace. Carefully, he took off his watch and wrapped his tail around Kitty's waist. Deciding she needed comforting more than just warmth, he began to croon a German lullaby his foster mother had sung to him then he'd had horrible nightmares of villagers chasing him.
As he sang, Kurt noticed a piece of paper clinging to his Katzchen's lavender sweater. Plucking it off, he attempted to read it, but he was German, not French. He'd have to get Remy to translate it for him later.
Je Serais Votre Fleaux
"Quand son obscurite mange son coeur parti
Je serais la nouvelle lune de la nuit
Quand les astres tous echouents pres d'un
Je serais la lampe cassee de la rue
Quand votre lumiere nouris tous les pleir d'espoir oeuils
Je serais l'ombre d'ebene de la fenetre
Et quand l'adoration de vos disciples meurt
Je serais la morgue ou tu couches"
Even if he had no idea just what it said, from the little he could make out, this was not a nice poem. Noting that Kitty had fallen asleep, Kurt sighed at his dilema. He had to go to Germany over this break, but he didn't want to leave Katzchen. As he hummed to the sleeping girl, Kurt too fell asleep.
Note: What ya'll think? I had started this chapter earlier this week, but it was crap. That's why it took so long. Review, please!! Oh, yeah! I reiterate that this is a sequel to an earlier story and so you might want to read it to understand some of the allusions. Especially later on when I come to that damned box everyone wants to know about. ^_^ The translation to the poem will be shown in either the next chapter or the one after that… And I will tell what's in that box soon. The Alciontae Shadow promises. Happy Holidays.
