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Moonlight Reflections
Chapter Four
School Daze
By: NightElfCrawler
It was very unnerving for everyone's eyes to be on you constantly... all day long... even in classes....he'd expected it of course, but it still was a weird feeling. The only good thing out of it was that no one had the nerve yet to come and approach him with hostility. In fact, no one was really approaching him all day... oh well.
It'd started out fine, he'd walked down to his locker, silence reigning in the hallway as everyone froze, watching him, even if they'd seen him earlier the previous day, it was still a shock. He hid his nervousness by chatting merrily with the small group of friends who were accompanying him to class. It helped take the pain of silence and stares away.
Kurt smacked his locker as normal, and waved back to Rogue and Jean as they headed off, and Scott patted him chumly on the back and wished him luck, still seeming uncomfortable by this decision Kurt had made.
He didn't really start to feel the reality of what he'd done until he arrived in class... No one seemed to noice when he first came in, paper airplanes were zooming about, and spitwads plastered the chalkboard. He took his seat, and unpacked his things, trying to be non-chalant. It felt odd, since he had mixed feelings about the whole 'in the rough' thing. On one hand, he felt it was the best way to associate the students with the truth, since half of them knew anyway and that was too much for the Proffessor and Jean to wipe memories of, he'd be having to face prejiduce anyway. But if he could make it through one whole day without his holowatch...then he could be pretty sure that he'd survive by switching back and forth, and maybe it wouldn't have to be such a secret, but more of a convienice to keep from being a distraction.
When the teacher showed up, Mrs. Hawkson their boring-as-hell poly sci teacher, the class quieted down, and began to look bored. His seat was in the back of the room by the window, so most of the students had been so preoccupied goofing off they hadn't noticed a blue fuzzy elf-like/demon-like thing had walked into the room. However, as soon as Mrs. Hawkson began to call roll.....
"Wabash."
"Here."
"Waddins."
"Yo."
"Wagner."
"Ja."
Mrs. Hawkson glanced up each time a name was said, and then glanced back down again. When she came to Kurt, she glanced up, glanced down, then froze, and glanced up again staring.
Kurt grinned awkwardly, and gave a small wave, his tail swishing under his chair.
Mrs. Hawkson had of course heard RUMORS of a blue demon that had been a student showing up yesterday... but with all the oddities that typically happened around school, she'd blown it off as just another crazy student doing something absurd.... to see Kurt sitting there, behaving as if everything was perfectly normal that he was fuzzy and blue and in her class was just something that seemed to short circut her brain a bit. Kurt could almost see the gears grinding and smoke drifting out of her ears as she put two and two together, and blinked behind her huge owl-rimmed glasses. "Mr. Wagner." She said quietly, setting her book down. "I sincerely hope that this is just another prank of yours...."
The entire class turned to stare, some gaping, some looking a bit freaked out, some curious, and everyone surprised...
Kurt shrunk slightly in his seat, and gulped a bit. "Er... no.... not really." He managed, seeing some girls cringe when they caught sight of his fangs as he spoke. "Dis is vhat I really look like...."
The whole class seemed to collectivelly blink, and Mrs. Hawkson looked blank, seeming not to be able to comprehend what he'd just said. She seemed to ponder a bit more, as the students whispered quietly amongst themselves, staring at him. He wanted to shrink into nothing, and just fade into the courner, but he steeled himself to sit straight, and alert, not showing any of the fear that crept up his spine inside of him. "I'm not sure I understand what you're saying, Mr. Wagner." She said rather deliberately, still seeming not to believe what she was seeing. "I fail to..."
She was interrupted however, by a jock from the football team in the front row. "He's a friggin mutant, teach... one of them freaks." There were murmers of agreement in the classroom as students glanced at each other then back to him.
Mrs. Hawkson frowned and looked suddenly VERY severe. "MR. Dobson." She said, emphisizing the Mr. very sharply. "You will refrain from using such language in my classroom or risk being sent to detention, do I make myself clear?"
The jock blinked. "But teach, it's true. LOOK at him, he's a mutie! A freak of nature! He shouldn't be allowed to be here!"
Kurt blinked. He'd expected more actually, but steeling himself, he stood up and cleared his throat. Everyone's eyes instantly fled to him, rapt with attention, both in awe, fear, and curiosity. "And vhy does that single me out from going to school vith everyvone else?" His bright yellow eyes glittered at Dobson. "Just because I'm a... 'freak'..." He spat out the word with some difficulty. "Does zat mean I'm somehow lower on ze totum pole and dont' have rights? You know man, zat vas once said about a couple of other races of people....by those you called Nazis... and even futher back...slaveowners....iz this society so blind zat they have to revert to racist ways to feel better about zemselves?" HIs voice had remained calm and even through that small speech, with no hint of anger in it, as he was controlling himself very carefully. He knew he had to walk on eggshells to establish the first steps if he was to continue walking.
Mrs. Hawkson looked impressed, and glanced at Dobson. "Well? What is your counterclaim Mr. Dobson. This is a poly-sci class, and we SHALL get a lesson done today, even if it was not what I had written on my schedual." She guestured and pointed at students. "Assemble a debate squade, pro and con."
Everyone seemed to stare at the teacher as if she was nuts, including Kurt, but then slowly they began to obey her order, and within a few minutes, two horseshoes were formed with desks and chairs, facing each other. Surprisingly, there was a pretty even spread between the two, with nearly half the class on Kurt's side, and just a bit more students on Dobson's side. Kurt felt awkward being the center of this debate, but he wasn't going to drop out of it. And at least he seemed to be supported by some of the students, though most of them were still staring with curiosity on his side rather than belief in what he'd said. A few though sat directly next to him, with firm glints in their eyes, showing they backed him up.
"You may begin your counterstatement Mr. Dobson."
Dobson looked just as uncomfortable as Kurt, being the center of the argument against him, he'd probably not really believed what he'd said fully in his heart, he'd just said it to sound 'cool', Kurt thought. But still, he gave his best shot at the debate. "Well... I mean, people don't LOOK like that...It's not normal, it's like a glitch in evolution or something, a freak of nature. Kinda like a two headed fish. Things like that should be experimented on, not treated like one of us."
Kurt grinned faintly, feeling a good retort coming up. "So, vhat you're saying is zat I'm just a thing now, not sentient... I should be put in a cage like a monkey and taught to do tricks? Vell, no offense, but I can do tricks vithout ze cage." He caught up five erasers from various desks around him, and began to expertly juggle them in his hands, and then flung a few over to his tail and added that into the fray. When he'd finished his brief demonstration, there was a smattering of applause from the class, and many of the students were hiding smiles. He took a quick short bow, and sat down again.
Dobson frowned. "Um... But It's obvious that there's something WRONG with you. I mean, you go walking around school n stuff like that and you're just ASKING for trouble."
Kurt cocked his head. "I don't go up to people and say 'please, could you be nice and give me a bit of trouble sir?'" He rolled his eyes a bit, feeling the fluttering in his stomach still despite his easy-going demeanor. "I can't help ze vay I look. I vas born like dis. Vhy does that give you reason to say dat I have no right to learn, to go about my live how I vant. I have a mutter and vatter just like you. I have citizenship in Germany, that says I am a person, just like you have one here saying you are a citizen of dis country." He shrugged and leaned back in his chair casually. "I even pay taxes."
The bantering went on for the full class session, mostly with Kurt thinking up witty repoirte to shoot back at the rather dense statements that Dobson managed to come up with. By the end of the class, other students had joined in passionately debating with the other side on equal rights, and such. Kurt was basically left out of the discussion, which was fine with him, since the inside of him was glowing with pride at what was happening. When the bell rang, none of them seemed to notice, the debate was too intense. It was only when students heard the loud arguing in the hallway and began to crowd in the doorway, that Mrs. Hawkson had to step in and break the debate up.
Kurt packed up his things, and glanced up grinning and waving at the other students as they waved to him upon exiting. He even got a few pats on the back and handshakes from some of the guys, and giggling titters from some of the girls. When he walked out, Rogue, Jean, and Evan were all standing there, looking surprised. He blinked and cocked his head to the side feigning innocence. "Vhat? Do I have something on my nose?"
Evan blinked. "Dude, K-man...you rock..."
Jean shook her head in amazement. "I don't know how you pulled that off Kurt, but half the school is buzzing about what just happened. It seems all the hall montiors reported to their classrooms what was happening.. the whole SCHOOL knows about it now...." She was giving him a look like 'you're crazy'.
Kurt grinned widely. "Hey, everyone digs the fuzzy dude. They can't resist me."
Scott coughed. "Riight.... Well 'Fuzzy Dude', don't go showing off too much... We're SUPPOSED to be still keeping a low profile here."
Kurt gave him an 'are you nuts' look. "Come on man, a low profile after being on the national news? Keep dreaming!"
Jean sighed, and Evan just grinned and nudged Kurt. "You've got admirers dude." He pointed at a group of girls who were staring their way, and once he turned glancing at them, they disolved into nervous tittery giggles. He grinned wider, and puffed his chest out. "Ohhh yeah...."
Scott groaned. "BY the end of the day, his head will be bigger than his stomach...."
Evan whistled. "Man, and that's saying something."
Kurt slicked his hair back in mock coolness, and was promtly smacked on the arm by Evan. "Dude, tone it down. Like it's great that some people can accept you, but what about the rest of the school... I mean, what on earth prompted you to waltz around without your holo watch, man?"
Kurt glanced sideways at Rogue, who seemed to take a sudden interest in the wall. "Vell... I thought that since you guys had to go through the prejudice and stuff... it vasn't fair that I stood by and vatched it."
Jean, Scott and Evan stared at him as if he'd suddenly sprouted flowers out of his head. Rogue still examined the wall.
"Kurt...." Jean said quietly. "You've had more prejudice than we have... how could you think that it wasn't fair to us...."
Kurt just shrugged, and looked up at them. "Vell... I just like to stand by my friends...through thick and thin." He grinned and shouldered his pack. "Anyvay... I have to go to my next class... catch ya later!" He waved and quickly slipped out of there, before they could detain him anymore.
As soon as he was further away, he slowed down and sighed. His mind was a philisophical mess. He was so certain on some principles, but on others he was confused.... He sighed and paused outside his classroom door, ignoring the stares that he was getting still. Maybe half the school knew about it already, but that didn't mean that it'd be much easier to deal with. Why couldn't life be simpler, why couldn't people just tolerate physical differences just as they did other kinds....
He sighed again, and slipped into his seat, and stared out the window most of his next class. The students and the teacher both gave up staring and trying to get his attention, as it was completely distracted elsewhere, and who wanted to make a fuzzy blue elf jump in surprise suddenly?
When the bell rang, Kurt gathered his things, and just teleported to the ground instead of take the long way, wanting to get back as soon as possible so he could do some workout training to get his mind off of all these confusing thoughts. When he re-appeared on the ground, he startled a few people, and grinned awkwardly to shrug it off, and then decided he'd had enough stares for one day, and flipped his watch on, making the students watching stare even more at the change. He walked down the street, taking the casual way for a change, to clear his head. He'd noticed lately he'd been having problems focusing on things, his mind wandered frequently, and he seemed to be losing his way in life.... His mother had always told him, that he should seek guidance in spirituality... and he wondered if perhaps now was the time to explore that avenue...perhaps more lay there than he'd first given it credit. He walked along with his hands stuffed in his pockets deep in thought, and didn't even notice when he ran smack face into a tree. He fell down and rubbed his face in irritation. "Verdaam....*grumble*" He growled at the stupid tree that had the audacity to be in his way. He jumped a bit when he heard a voice.
"Hey, you done moping around walking into things now?"
He glanced up and saw Scott in his car with the usual crew, Jean, Evan and Rogue. "Ah... I guess I vas a little distracted." He stood up and brushed his rear off casually.
Scott guestured. "Come on, hop in."
Kurt grinned, and did just that, hopping onto the edge of the car first, then into the seat between Evan and Rogue. Rogue made a 'humph' sound, and scooted over a bit more, Evan just smirked and poked his head. "If I didn't know better, I'd say the K-man has his head in the clouds."
Kurt just grinned and poked Evan back with 'two' of his holo fingers. "Ja, but you know better."
The rest of the day went smoothly, the X-men did some training as usual, dinner came soon enough, and lead to everyone eating ravinously after a workout, Kurt always the one doubling that amount as usual. After dinner, each went their own ways, and Kurt found himself lounging on the couch in front of the tv in the rec room downstairs. He was bored, nothing good was on, and he was slouched in the couch in what looked like a most awkward position for anyone normal, but perfectly unordinary for him. His legs were twisted around so that his toes were pointed up at the ceiling, but his tail was curling around a pillow, as his head dangled off upside down from the cushions. His tail held the remote, and expertly pushed the buttons with the triangle tip as he stuffed popcorn into his mouth from a bowl on the floor. He heard footsteps on the carpet from behind, and his pointed ears twitched trying to determine who it was, but unless it was Logan or Beast, he normally couldn't tell. It turned out to be someone he didn't recognize, and he blinked from his upside down position at the new student, who looked tired and sleepy, and hadn't noticed he was there yet, though he wasn't exactly hiding. The girl looked like she had irish blood in her, her hair was flaming orange and very frizzy, almost like she'd stuck her hand in a wall socket. She wore a plain white nightgown with a loose robe thrown casually over it, and some petite slippers on her feet. She blinked her copper eyes that matched her hair, staring at the tv, which had some late night comedy talk show on it. Kurt watched her, not wanting to startle the girl, as most new students reacted that way to seeing him for the first time, no matter who they were. He stuffed some more popcorn in his mouth, and it crunched loudly, making her jump a bit and turn to stare at him. She blinked once, blinked twice, then rubbed her eyes seeming to think she was dreaming. Kurt grinned. "Can't sleep? Can't blame you, some of the guys can be really loud at night, ja?"
She blinked, seeming confused and nervous, but nodded slowly, and spoke in a shy quiet meek voice. "Yes...I couldn't sleep there with them." Her accent was heavily Irish, confirming his thoughs. "I've never been away from me home town before." She stood there uncertainly, watching him with large eyes.
He figured she had to be very young, maybe as young as thirteen or even twelve. He held the bowl up, perfectly without spilling it amazingly from his position, offering her popcorn. "Vant some? It's kind of cold by now, but I put extra butter on it."
She bit her lip and gingerly sat down on the edge of the couch next to him, and took one small piece of popcorn, almost as if she was afraid it would break, the way she held it like a loaded gun. "Thank ye."
Kurt flipped back rightside up, landing in the seat again. "No problem. I vas just about to go to bed myself." He yawned with his mouth open very wide, his sharp canines flashing, and making her eyes open wider. She was so small and frightened, he thought, and not just from him... she seemed scared of everything. "Did you just arrive here today?"
She nodded slowly, her eyes flicking back and forth from looking directly at him, to looking at something just past him, something that only she could see. "Yes..."
He glanced over his shoulder, noticing she was looking past him. "Vhat are you looking at over there?"
She flushed and looked down, staring at the popcorn. "....it's my power... I can see...things that others... can't."
He blinked, curious, and perched on the back of the couch comfortably. "Vhat kind of things?"
She looked down again, fidgiting nervously, then back up, and gave him a tentative smile. "It's like.... hard to explain really.... I see the person who is in front of me, but then I also can see their inner self..."
Kurt blinked, very curious. "Inner self? Like they're true personality underneath?"
"Something like that..." She said slowly. "But it's more complex... sometimes there are multiple parts...." She looked up at him, again with wide eyes. "I've never seen so many though... you have alot."
This was disturbing him a bit. Multiple inner selves? That sounded like some complex or something. "Vhat do you mean... I'm different people?"
She shook her head. "No.... you have different sides to who you really are.... One part is nice, and kind and..." She blushed bright red. "Very...cute..."
His grin widened at that part, and he slicked his hair back more. "Of course!"
Her smile wavered then. "But there are other sides....scared ones, angry ones, lost ones.... You have alot of things bundled inside of you that hides who you truely are... and they're confusing you." She looked up at him slowly. "If you didn't hide them, then they'd discover who you really were, and you wouldn't have so many."
He blinked, thoroughly confused now. "I'm not sure I understand that... You mean I have multiple people inside me?"
"No, no..." She seemed frustrated, and he sensed that she got this kind of explination alot. "It's like... We all have the person we are when we're in public, and when we're alone... when we're happy and when we're sad... sometimes these blend together, sometimes they're separate..." She looked up. "The people with separate ones are the ones hurting inside."
He blinked, and bit his lip, his tail lashing back and forth a bit. "and you see all this in everyone?" She nodded slowly. "Dat must be very hard..." He grinned, to cover up his uneasiness. "Seeing everyone's problems and stuff."
She shrugged faintly. "That's not so bad... it's seeing people who you thought were good, really weren't...."
"Oh..." He nodded slowly, understanding why that would make her upset. "You know, you should talk to Jean.. she knows something like what you're going through..."
She looked a bit brighter as he said that. "Really?"
"Ja! She has telepathic powers, and she hears things sometimes she didn't want to hear.. maybe you two could help each other out, ja?" He grinned. "It helps to have someone who understands you more."
She brightened visibly. "Thank you! I'll try that."
He nodded and waved with another yawn. "Ok, the fuzzy one is going to bed now... Auf Weidersehn." And with a puff of smoke, he was back in his room, laying on his bed, with a sigh. As he was falling asleep, he realized he didn't even find out what the new girl's name was... oh well, he'd see her around like all the others.
Author's note: mwhahaha I have a plot in mind.... but it won't develop till the next chapter! I am EVIL!
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Author's Note: Soooo lots of reviews, got some ideas off of them, I'll try to pay more attention to my grammar thingy, but since word STILL won't work on my computer, i'm without spell check! So you get to be harrassed with spelling errors! mwahahaha
Moonlight Reflections
Chapter Four
School Daze
By: NightElfCrawler
It was very unnerving for everyone's eyes to be on you constantly... all day long... even in classes....he'd expected it of course, but it still was a weird feeling. The only good thing out of it was that no one had the nerve yet to come and approach him with hostility. In fact, no one was really approaching him all day... oh well.
It'd started out fine, he'd walked down to his locker, silence reigning in the hallway as everyone froze, watching him, even if they'd seen him earlier the previous day, it was still a shock. He hid his nervousness by chatting merrily with the small group of friends who were accompanying him to class. It helped take the pain of silence and stares away.
Kurt smacked his locker as normal, and waved back to Rogue and Jean as they headed off, and Scott patted him chumly on the back and wished him luck, still seeming uncomfortable by this decision Kurt had made.
He didn't really start to feel the reality of what he'd done until he arrived in class... No one seemed to noice when he first came in, paper airplanes were zooming about, and spitwads plastered the chalkboard. He took his seat, and unpacked his things, trying to be non-chalant. It felt odd, since he had mixed feelings about the whole 'in the rough' thing. On one hand, he felt it was the best way to associate the students with the truth, since half of them knew anyway and that was too much for the Proffessor and Jean to wipe memories of, he'd be having to face prejiduce anyway. But if he could make it through one whole day without his holowatch...then he could be pretty sure that he'd survive by switching back and forth, and maybe it wouldn't have to be such a secret, but more of a convienice to keep from being a distraction.
When the teacher showed up, Mrs. Hawkson their boring-as-hell poly sci teacher, the class quieted down, and began to look bored. His seat was in the back of the room by the window, so most of the students had been so preoccupied goofing off they hadn't noticed a blue fuzzy elf-like/demon-like thing had walked into the room. However, as soon as Mrs. Hawkson began to call roll.....
"Wabash."
"Here."
"Waddins."
"Yo."
"Wagner."
"Ja."
Mrs. Hawkson glanced up each time a name was said, and then glanced back down again. When she came to Kurt, she glanced up, glanced down, then froze, and glanced up again staring.
Kurt grinned awkwardly, and gave a small wave, his tail swishing under his chair.
Mrs. Hawkson had of course heard RUMORS of a blue demon that had been a student showing up yesterday... but with all the oddities that typically happened around school, she'd blown it off as just another crazy student doing something absurd.... to see Kurt sitting there, behaving as if everything was perfectly normal that he was fuzzy and blue and in her class was just something that seemed to short circut her brain a bit. Kurt could almost see the gears grinding and smoke drifting out of her ears as she put two and two together, and blinked behind her huge owl-rimmed glasses. "Mr. Wagner." She said quietly, setting her book down. "I sincerely hope that this is just another prank of yours...."
The entire class turned to stare, some gaping, some looking a bit freaked out, some curious, and everyone surprised...
Kurt shrunk slightly in his seat, and gulped a bit. "Er... no.... not really." He managed, seeing some girls cringe when they caught sight of his fangs as he spoke. "Dis is vhat I really look like...."
The whole class seemed to collectivelly blink, and Mrs. Hawkson looked blank, seeming not to be able to comprehend what he'd just said. She seemed to ponder a bit more, as the students whispered quietly amongst themselves, staring at him. He wanted to shrink into nothing, and just fade into the courner, but he steeled himself to sit straight, and alert, not showing any of the fear that crept up his spine inside of him. "I'm not sure I understand what you're saying, Mr. Wagner." She said rather deliberately, still seeming not to believe what she was seeing. "I fail to..."
She was interrupted however, by a jock from the football team in the front row. "He's a friggin mutant, teach... one of them freaks." There were murmers of agreement in the classroom as students glanced at each other then back to him.
Mrs. Hawkson frowned and looked suddenly VERY severe. "MR. Dobson." She said, emphisizing the Mr. very sharply. "You will refrain from using such language in my classroom or risk being sent to detention, do I make myself clear?"
The jock blinked. "But teach, it's true. LOOK at him, he's a mutie! A freak of nature! He shouldn't be allowed to be here!"
Kurt blinked. He'd expected more actually, but steeling himself, he stood up and cleared his throat. Everyone's eyes instantly fled to him, rapt with attention, both in awe, fear, and curiosity. "And vhy does that single me out from going to school vith everyvone else?" His bright yellow eyes glittered at Dobson. "Just because I'm a... 'freak'..." He spat out the word with some difficulty. "Does zat mean I'm somehow lower on ze totum pole and dont' have rights? You know man, zat vas once said about a couple of other races of people....by those you called Nazis... and even futher back...slaveowners....iz this society so blind zat they have to revert to racist ways to feel better about zemselves?" HIs voice had remained calm and even through that small speech, with no hint of anger in it, as he was controlling himself very carefully. He knew he had to walk on eggshells to establish the first steps if he was to continue walking.
Mrs. Hawkson looked impressed, and glanced at Dobson. "Well? What is your counterclaim Mr. Dobson. This is a poly-sci class, and we SHALL get a lesson done today, even if it was not what I had written on my schedual." She guestured and pointed at students. "Assemble a debate squade, pro and con."
Everyone seemed to stare at the teacher as if she was nuts, including Kurt, but then slowly they began to obey her order, and within a few minutes, two horseshoes were formed with desks and chairs, facing each other. Surprisingly, there was a pretty even spread between the two, with nearly half the class on Kurt's side, and just a bit more students on Dobson's side. Kurt felt awkward being the center of this debate, but he wasn't going to drop out of it. And at least he seemed to be supported by some of the students, though most of them were still staring with curiosity on his side rather than belief in what he'd said. A few though sat directly next to him, with firm glints in their eyes, showing they backed him up.
"You may begin your counterstatement Mr. Dobson."
Dobson looked just as uncomfortable as Kurt, being the center of the argument against him, he'd probably not really believed what he'd said fully in his heart, he'd just said it to sound 'cool', Kurt thought. But still, he gave his best shot at the debate. "Well... I mean, people don't LOOK like that...It's not normal, it's like a glitch in evolution or something, a freak of nature. Kinda like a two headed fish. Things like that should be experimented on, not treated like one of us."
Kurt grinned faintly, feeling a good retort coming up. "So, vhat you're saying is zat I'm just a thing now, not sentient... I should be put in a cage like a monkey and taught to do tricks? Vell, no offense, but I can do tricks vithout ze cage." He caught up five erasers from various desks around him, and began to expertly juggle them in his hands, and then flung a few over to his tail and added that into the fray. When he'd finished his brief demonstration, there was a smattering of applause from the class, and many of the students were hiding smiles. He took a quick short bow, and sat down again.
Dobson frowned. "Um... But It's obvious that there's something WRONG with you. I mean, you go walking around school n stuff like that and you're just ASKING for trouble."
Kurt cocked his head. "I don't go up to people and say 'please, could you be nice and give me a bit of trouble sir?'" He rolled his eyes a bit, feeling the fluttering in his stomach still despite his easy-going demeanor. "I can't help ze vay I look. I vas born like dis. Vhy does that give you reason to say dat I have no right to learn, to go about my live how I vant. I have a mutter and vatter just like you. I have citizenship in Germany, that says I am a person, just like you have one here saying you are a citizen of dis country." He shrugged and leaned back in his chair casually. "I even pay taxes."
The bantering went on for the full class session, mostly with Kurt thinking up witty repoirte to shoot back at the rather dense statements that Dobson managed to come up with. By the end of the class, other students had joined in passionately debating with the other side on equal rights, and such. Kurt was basically left out of the discussion, which was fine with him, since the inside of him was glowing with pride at what was happening. When the bell rang, none of them seemed to notice, the debate was too intense. It was only when students heard the loud arguing in the hallway and began to crowd in the doorway, that Mrs. Hawkson had to step in and break the debate up.
Kurt packed up his things, and glanced up grinning and waving at the other students as they waved to him upon exiting. He even got a few pats on the back and handshakes from some of the guys, and giggling titters from some of the girls. When he walked out, Rogue, Jean, and Evan were all standing there, looking surprised. He blinked and cocked his head to the side feigning innocence. "Vhat? Do I have something on my nose?"
Evan blinked. "Dude, K-man...you rock..."
Jean shook her head in amazement. "I don't know how you pulled that off Kurt, but half the school is buzzing about what just happened. It seems all the hall montiors reported to their classrooms what was happening.. the whole SCHOOL knows about it now...." She was giving him a look like 'you're crazy'.
Kurt grinned widely. "Hey, everyone digs the fuzzy dude. They can't resist me."
Scott coughed. "Riight.... Well 'Fuzzy Dude', don't go showing off too much... We're SUPPOSED to be still keeping a low profile here."
Kurt gave him an 'are you nuts' look. "Come on man, a low profile after being on the national news? Keep dreaming!"
Jean sighed, and Evan just grinned and nudged Kurt. "You've got admirers dude." He pointed at a group of girls who were staring their way, and once he turned glancing at them, they disolved into nervous tittery giggles. He grinned wider, and puffed his chest out. "Ohhh yeah...."
Scott groaned. "BY the end of the day, his head will be bigger than his stomach...."
Evan whistled. "Man, and that's saying something."
Kurt slicked his hair back in mock coolness, and was promtly smacked on the arm by Evan. "Dude, tone it down. Like it's great that some people can accept you, but what about the rest of the school... I mean, what on earth prompted you to waltz around without your holo watch, man?"
Kurt glanced sideways at Rogue, who seemed to take a sudden interest in the wall. "Vell... I thought that since you guys had to go through the prejudice and stuff... it vasn't fair that I stood by and vatched it."
Jean, Scott and Evan stared at him as if he'd suddenly sprouted flowers out of his head. Rogue still examined the wall.
"Kurt...." Jean said quietly. "You've had more prejudice than we have... how could you think that it wasn't fair to us...."
Kurt just shrugged, and looked up at them. "Vell... I just like to stand by my friends...through thick and thin." He grinned and shouldered his pack. "Anyvay... I have to go to my next class... catch ya later!" He waved and quickly slipped out of there, before they could detain him anymore.
As soon as he was further away, he slowed down and sighed. His mind was a philisophical mess. He was so certain on some principles, but on others he was confused.... He sighed and paused outside his classroom door, ignoring the stares that he was getting still. Maybe half the school knew about it already, but that didn't mean that it'd be much easier to deal with. Why couldn't life be simpler, why couldn't people just tolerate physical differences just as they did other kinds....
He sighed again, and slipped into his seat, and stared out the window most of his next class. The students and the teacher both gave up staring and trying to get his attention, as it was completely distracted elsewhere, and who wanted to make a fuzzy blue elf jump in surprise suddenly?
When the bell rang, Kurt gathered his things, and just teleported to the ground instead of take the long way, wanting to get back as soon as possible so he could do some workout training to get his mind off of all these confusing thoughts. When he re-appeared on the ground, he startled a few people, and grinned awkwardly to shrug it off, and then decided he'd had enough stares for one day, and flipped his watch on, making the students watching stare even more at the change. He walked down the street, taking the casual way for a change, to clear his head. He'd noticed lately he'd been having problems focusing on things, his mind wandered frequently, and he seemed to be losing his way in life.... His mother had always told him, that he should seek guidance in spirituality... and he wondered if perhaps now was the time to explore that avenue...perhaps more lay there than he'd first given it credit. He walked along with his hands stuffed in his pockets deep in thought, and didn't even notice when he ran smack face into a tree. He fell down and rubbed his face in irritation. "Verdaam....*grumble*" He growled at the stupid tree that had the audacity to be in his way. He jumped a bit when he heard a voice.
"Hey, you done moping around walking into things now?"
He glanced up and saw Scott in his car with the usual crew, Jean, Evan and Rogue. "Ah... I guess I vas a little distracted." He stood up and brushed his rear off casually.
Scott guestured. "Come on, hop in."
Kurt grinned, and did just that, hopping onto the edge of the car first, then into the seat between Evan and Rogue. Rogue made a 'humph' sound, and scooted over a bit more, Evan just smirked and poked his head. "If I didn't know better, I'd say the K-man has his head in the clouds."
Kurt just grinned and poked Evan back with 'two' of his holo fingers. "Ja, but you know better."
The rest of the day went smoothly, the X-men did some training as usual, dinner came soon enough, and lead to everyone eating ravinously after a workout, Kurt always the one doubling that amount as usual. After dinner, each went their own ways, and Kurt found himself lounging on the couch in front of the tv in the rec room downstairs. He was bored, nothing good was on, and he was slouched in the couch in what looked like a most awkward position for anyone normal, but perfectly unordinary for him. His legs were twisted around so that his toes were pointed up at the ceiling, but his tail was curling around a pillow, as his head dangled off upside down from the cushions. His tail held the remote, and expertly pushed the buttons with the triangle tip as he stuffed popcorn into his mouth from a bowl on the floor. He heard footsteps on the carpet from behind, and his pointed ears twitched trying to determine who it was, but unless it was Logan or Beast, he normally couldn't tell. It turned out to be someone he didn't recognize, and he blinked from his upside down position at the new student, who looked tired and sleepy, and hadn't noticed he was there yet, though he wasn't exactly hiding. The girl looked like she had irish blood in her, her hair was flaming orange and very frizzy, almost like she'd stuck her hand in a wall socket. She wore a plain white nightgown with a loose robe thrown casually over it, and some petite slippers on her feet. She blinked her copper eyes that matched her hair, staring at the tv, which had some late night comedy talk show on it. Kurt watched her, not wanting to startle the girl, as most new students reacted that way to seeing him for the first time, no matter who they were. He stuffed some more popcorn in his mouth, and it crunched loudly, making her jump a bit and turn to stare at him. She blinked once, blinked twice, then rubbed her eyes seeming to think she was dreaming. Kurt grinned. "Can't sleep? Can't blame you, some of the guys can be really loud at night, ja?"
She blinked, seeming confused and nervous, but nodded slowly, and spoke in a shy quiet meek voice. "Yes...I couldn't sleep there with them." Her accent was heavily Irish, confirming his thoughs. "I've never been away from me home town before." She stood there uncertainly, watching him with large eyes.
He figured she had to be very young, maybe as young as thirteen or even twelve. He held the bowl up, perfectly without spilling it amazingly from his position, offering her popcorn. "Vant some? It's kind of cold by now, but I put extra butter on it."
She bit her lip and gingerly sat down on the edge of the couch next to him, and took one small piece of popcorn, almost as if she was afraid it would break, the way she held it like a loaded gun. "Thank ye."
Kurt flipped back rightside up, landing in the seat again. "No problem. I vas just about to go to bed myself." He yawned with his mouth open very wide, his sharp canines flashing, and making her eyes open wider. She was so small and frightened, he thought, and not just from him... she seemed scared of everything. "Did you just arrive here today?"
She nodded slowly, her eyes flicking back and forth from looking directly at him, to looking at something just past him, something that only she could see. "Yes..."
He glanced over his shoulder, noticing she was looking past him. "Vhat are you looking at over there?"
She flushed and looked down, staring at the popcorn. "....it's my power... I can see...things that others... can't."
He blinked, curious, and perched on the back of the couch comfortably. "Vhat kind of things?"
She looked down again, fidgiting nervously, then back up, and gave him a tentative smile. "It's like.... hard to explain really.... I see the person who is in front of me, but then I also can see their inner self..."
Kurt blinked, very curious. "Inner self? Like they're true personality underneath?"
"Something like that..." She said slowly. "But it's more complex... sometimes there are multiple parts...." She looked up at him, again with wide eyes. "I've never seen so many though... you have alot."
This was disturbing him a bit. Multiple inner selves? That sounded like some complex or something. "Vhat do you mean... I'm different people?"
She shook her head. "No.... you have different sides to who you really are.... One part is nice, and kind and..." She blushed bright red. "Very...cute..."
His grin widened at that part, and he slicked his hair back more. "Of course!"
Her smile wavered then. "But there are other sides....scared ones, angry ones, lost ones.... You have alot of things bundled inside of you that hides who you truely are... and they're confusing you." She looked up at him slowly. "If you didn't hide them, then they'd discover who you really were, and you wouldn't have so many."
He blinked, thoroughly confused now. "I'm not sure I understand that... You mean I have multiple people inside me?"
"No, no..." She seemed frustrated, and he sensed that she got this kind of explination alot. "It's like... We all have the person we are when we're in public, and when we're alone... when we're happy and when we're sad... sometimes these blend together, sometimes they're separate..." She looked up. "The people with separate ones are the ones hurting inside."
He blinked, and bit his lip, his tail lashing back and forth a bit. "and you see all this in everyone?" She nodded slowly. "Dat must be very hard..." He grinned, to cover up his uneasiness. "Seeing everyone's problems and stuff."
She shrugged faintly. "That's not so bad... it's seeing people who you thought were good, really weren't...."
"Oh..." He nodded slowly, understanding why that would make her upset. "You know, you should talk to Jean.. she knows something like what you're going through..."
She looked a bit brighter as he said that. "Really?"
"Ja! She has telepathic powers, and she hears things sometimes she didn't want to hear.. maybe you two could help each other out, ja?" He grinned. "It helps to have someone who understands you more."
She brightened visibly. "Thank you! I'll try that."
He nodded and waved with another yawn. "Ok, the fuzzy one is going to bed now... Auf Weidersehn." And with a puff of smoke, he was back in his room, laying on his bed, with a sigh. As he was falling asleep, he realized he didn't even find out what the new girl's name was... oh well, he'd see her around like all the others.
Author's note: mwhahaha I have a plot in mind.... but it won't develop till the next chapter! I am EVIL!