Mutants 101
..Kurt II...
by Michiru
I have decided that I shall write a book. I will call this book "Life Stinks and Other Crap". I will outline within this book how I realize that life is utterly not fair and how I seem to have been selected to have several people's share of unfairness.
Such as this…
Not only have I been born a mutant, I was born BLUE, with only three of the prerequisite five fingers on each hand, and two of the five on each foot, but I'm covered in FUR and I have a TAIL. Talk about unfair! (We will ignore the fact that I AM pretty cute, and I have AWESOME hair!!)
Let's take this plethora of unfairness further. My mother. Not the one I grew up with, but the one that I have the unfortunatness of having been my natural mother. She is a blue skinned, insane, homicidal maniac, who has the power to be anyone she wants to looks like. Why wasn't I born with this power? Who knows.
Now add in the fact that I only found this out pretty recently. And she's one of my enemies. If I were a normal kid, I would shoot myself!!
Now we get to the revelations of today. I have a sister. She's very moody, can be sarcastic and hostile and looks like a vampire. She certainly could have used my cheerfulness as she grew up. Though actually, it's kind of cool to know Rogue's my sister. We always did get along pretty well.
Hey, did I mention she's my TWIN sister? No? Well, she is.
Great family resemblance, nein?
But she's probably the best thing out of this whole mess. Really.
Now we'll add in the father of my life. Another revelation of today. I would have been thrilled except for one thing. He was not. Definitely not a good reaction when he found out he had twins.
I always liked Logan, and thought he liked me. Obviously I was wrong.
Anyone have a gun? I think I've changed my mind about shooting myself…
So, anyway, I've decided that this book will have a picture of me on the dust jacket. People will think it just a publicity stunt, but hey, whatever sells the book
"Dollar for your thoughts."
That's Duncan. He's got that awesome smile that's giving me shivers.
Good, another thing for the book. I seem to be bi-sexual. My future fans are going to love this book, I tell you!
"Just thinking about what happened today," I sigh. He was there, so he does know (Read the last 2 chapters -- of this story, not my book -- if you want to know more. I don't narrate them, but they're good anyway…).
"I guess it was pretty upsetting, hm?" Duncan asks, looking concerned. I'm giving him a tour while the Professor calls his parents. Seems that since Duncan is a mutant, he gets to stay here for awhile to hone his powers – once we find out what they are, anyway…
"Oh, most definitely," I nod emphatically.
"I'm really sorry Kurt. This is a crappy day for this to come out," he says solemnly. Mein Gott, he is cute!
"It's not that bad. I knew that Mystique… you'd know her as Principal Darkholme by the way … I knew she was my mother. I didn't know about Rogue, but I really don't mind. We've gotten along pretty well, actually. She only gets along with me and Scott to tell the truth."
He reaches out and gives me a one armed hug. Very nice, I may say. How in the world did I get him interested in me?
"Did I mention wishes for a happy birthday?" he asks me.
"Uh, I can't remember," I play along.
"I hope you have a very happy birthday, Kurt," Duncan smiles softly down at me.
Mmm, I think I'm turning to putty now.
"What would you like as a present?" He asks me. He has one hand cupped at the small of my back, the other one touches my cheek.
"You don't have to get me anything," I tell him quietly, leaning into his caress. I close my eyes and just enjoy the sensation.
"I insist," he murmurs.
So this is where 'IT' happens. The moment all you vultures have been waiting for. (Don't think I don't know you haven't!!)
Duncan gently tips my chin up, then his lips touch mine in not only my first kiss with a guy, but my first kiss period! (I do NOT count kissing Bobby as my first kiss…. No, nein, nyet, iie, non!)
Wow, it's nice. I lean up slightly, sliding an arm around his neck. He smells rather musky, a bit animal-like, but really good. And all those muscles I'm pressing myself against feel really, really good. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and the kiss deepens. I wrap my tail around his waist, and sigh in happiness. This is really nice. Great birthday present.
"Wow," I breath as the kiss breaks.
"Wow," he agrees, and I feel his reluctance to let me go. Which is ok, because I don't feel too inclined to be let go of. "You smell so good."
"So do you," I tell him, flattered to pieces. And I am. Here we have exhibit one. One ultra skinny, sophomore class clown, who doesn't look normal, and can do things like hanging from a chandelier by his really strange TAIL. Next we have exhibit two. Ultra hunky, muscle-bound, quarterback senior, adored by all the babes of Bayville (catchy, huh?) who looks awesome, 'nuff said.
And all I can think (between things like, he's so cute, he kisses great, he feels awesome, he's really cute etc) is what does he see in me?
So, naturally… "Why me?"
"Why you what?" Duncan asks, bewildered.
"Why do you like me? I'm nothing special. Actually, I'm freaky and weird," I look at the floor, because I have told the truth and don't want to look into his eyes right now.
"I think you're great. You're really cute, and you're a sweet, honest person," Duncan tells me with seriousness oozing from every pore.
"Despite what I really look like?" I ask, hating myself, because I know I just look like an old rag doll.
"Huh?" Duncan says intelligently. "I LIKE the way you look, Kurt. You—someone's coming," he sighs, pulling back from me.
"Elf?" I hear a familiar voice behind us.
I look over to regard Logan. "Vas?" I ask a bit petulantly.
"Would I be able to speak with you up in Rogue's room? She's expecting the both of us," Logan told me.
"You should go," Duncan gave me a squeeze.
"Ja, sure," I shrug. "Why not? Nothing to lose, right?"
"Thank you, Kurt," Logan said quietly, heading towards Rogue's room.
I give Duncan a wan smile. "I'll see you later, Duncan. You should go down and see how the Professor is progressing."
"I'll do that," Duncan smiles.
I follow Logan with more than a fair amount of trepidation. Next chapter of book, I suppose? Ramblings of a New Found Father, I shall entitle it…
TBC
**Disclaimer**
Some of the situations aren't necessarily always out of just my head. As Haruka and I do a lot of role-playing, if you read her stuff, you might find a general theme with our stuff once in a while, even though she does write much better than I do =3
I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.
..Kurt II...
by Michiru
I have decided that I shall write a book. I will call this book "Life Stinks and Other Crap". I will outline within this book how I realize that life is utterly not fair and how I seem to have been selected to have several people's share of unfairness.
Such as this…
Not only have I been born a mutant, I was born BLUE, with only three of the prerequisite five fingers on each hand, and two of the five on each foot, but I'm covered in FUR and I have a TAIL. Talk about unfair! (We will ignore the fact that I AM pretty cute, and I have AWESOME hair!!)
Let's take this plethora of unfairness further. My mother. Not the one I grew up with, but the one that I have the unfortunatness of having been my natural mother. She is a blue skinned, insane, homicidal maniac, who has the power to be anyone she wants to looks like. Why wasn't I born with this power? Who knows.
Now add in the fact that I only found this out pretty recently. And she's one of my enemies. If I were a normal kid, I would shoot myself!!
Now we get to the revelations of today. I have a sister. She's very moody, can be sarcastic and hostile and looks like a vampire. She certainly could have used my cheerfulness as she grew up. Though actually, it's kind of cool to know Rogue's my sister. We always did get along pretty well.
Hey, did I mention she's my TWIN sister? No? Well, she is.
Great family resemblance, nein?
But she's probably the best thing out of this whole mess. Really.
Now we'll add in the father of my life. Another revelation of today. I would have been thrilled except for one thing. He was not. Definitely not a good reaction when he found out he had twins.
I always liked Logan, and thought he liked me. Obviously I was wrong.
Anyone have a gun? I think I've changed my mind about shooting myself…
So, anyway, I've decided that this book will have a picture of me on the dust jacket. People will think it just a publicity stunt, but hey, whatever sells the book
"Dollar for your thoughts."
That's Duncan. He's got that awesome smile that's giving me shivers.
Good, another thing for the book. I seem to be bi-sexual. My future fans are going to love this book, I tell you!
"Just thinking about what happened today," I sigh. He was there, so he does know (Read the last 2 chapters -- of this story, not my book -- if you want to know more. I don't narrate them, but they're good anyway…).
"I guess it was pretty upsetting, hm?" Duncan asks, looking concerned. I'm giving him a tour while the Professor calls his parents. Seems that since Duncan is a mutant, he gets to stay here for awhile to hone his powers – once we find out what they are, anyway…
"Oh, most definitely," I nod emphatically.
"I'm really sorry Kurt. This is a crappy day for this to come out," he says solemnly. Mein Gott, he is cute!
"It's not that bad. I knew that Mystique… you'd know her as Principal Darkholme by the way … I knew she was my mother. I didn't know about Rogue, but I really don't mind. We've gotten along pretty well, actually. She only gets along with me and Scott to tell the truth."
He reaches out and gives me a one armed hug. Very nice, I may say. How in the world did I get him interested in me?
"Did I mention wishes for a happy birthday?" he asks me.
"Uh, I can't remember," I play along.
"I hope you have a very happy birthday, Kurt," Duncan smiles softly down at me.
Mmm, I think I'm turning to putty now.
"What would you like as a present?" He asks me. He has one hand cupped at the small of my back, the other one touches my cheek.
"You don't have to get me anything," I tell him quietly, leaning into his caress. I close my eyes and just enjoy the sensation.
"I insist," he murmurs.
So this is where 'IT' happens. The moment all you vultures have been waiting for. (Don't think I don't know you haven't!!)
Duncan gently tips my chin up, then his lips touch mine in not only my first kiss with a guy, but my first kiss period! (I do NOT count kissing Bobby as my first kiss…. No, nein, nyet, iie, non!)
Wow, it's nice. I lean up slightly, sliding an arm around his neck. He smells rather musky, a bit animal-like, but really good. And all those muscles I'm pressing myself against feel really, really good. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and the kiss deepens. I wrap my tail around his waist, and sigh in happiness. This is really nice. Great birthday present.
"Wow," I breath as the kiss breaks.
"Wow," he agrees, and I feel his reluctance to let me go. Which is ok, because I don't feel too inclined to be let go of. "You smell so good."
"So do you," I tell him, flattered to pieces. And I am. Here we have exhibit one. One ultra skinny, sophomore class clown, who doesn't look normal, and can do things like hanging from a chandelier by his really strange TAIL. Next we have exhibit two. Ultra hunky, muscle-bound, quarterback senior, adored by all the babes of Bayville (catchy, huh?) who looks awesome, 'nuff said.
And all I can think (between things like, he's so cute, he kisses great, he feels awesome, he's really cute etc) is what does he see in me?
So, naturally… "Why me?"
"Why you what?" Duncan asks, bewildered.
"Why do you like me? I'm nothing special. Actually, I'm freaky and weird," I look at the floor, because I have told the truth and don't want to look into his eyes right now.
"I think you're great. You're really cute, and you're a sweet, honest person," Duncan tells me with seriousness oozing from every pore.
"Despite what I really look like?" I ask, hating myself, because I know I just look like an old rag doll.
"Huh?" Duncan says intelligently. "I LIKE the way you look, Kurt. You—someone's coming," he sighs, pulling back from me.
"Elf?" I hear a familiar voice behind us.
I look over to regard Logan. "Vas?" I ask a bit petulantly.
"Would I be able to speak with you up in Rogue's room? She's expecting the both of us," Logan told me.
"You should go," Duncan gave me a squeeze.
"Ja, sure," I shrug. "Why not? Nothing to lose, right?"
"Thank you, Kurt," Logan said quietly, heading towards Rogue's room.
I give Duncan a wan smile. "I'll see you later, Duncan. You should go down and see how the Professor is progressing."
"I'll do that," Duncan smiles.
I follow Logan with more than a fair amount of trepidation. Next chapter of book, I suppose? Ramblings of a New Found Father, I shall entitle it…
TBC
**Disclaimer**
Some of the situations aren't necessarily always out of just my head. As Haruka and I do a lot of role-playing, if you read her stuff, you might find a general theme with our stuff once in a while, even though she does write much better than I do =3
I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.