Alrighty, here it is, the next chapter. LOL, if you want to, you can just skip over this chapter. Nothing but nosense out of my bored mind here, lmao. But, anyway, when I went back to my story to look it over, I realized I was coming on a bit strong with Kurt's attitude... he would never voluntarily touch someone never mind a girl who hardly knows him. Weird, lmao, I normally don't do that. Just think of it as a... kick of confidence fueled by sadness over Fairenth. It'll be explained somewhere in here. This should be a fun chapter, what with Fairenth learning the basics of 2002 and it's technology. Kurt will be allot toned down here, but the obvious tug of attraction is always going to be there, lol. So have fun, this chapter is actually NOT going to depress you!!
A/N: This is from KURT'S perspective here, so... okie dokie. lmao
DISCLAIMER: opps, I forgot one last chapter, huh? Sorry. Anyway, McDonalds isn't mine, X-Men isn't mine, and whoever invented the microwave isn't mine. Lol, happy now?!?!? j/k.
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
((a week later from Fairenth's emotional outbreak))
It was forever going to be amusing how simple things seemed to amuse her.
Flashing lights, buttons to press, things that made noise... everything had a meaning to her, and seemed to improve her days no matter the state of affairs. And Kurt knew there had to be circumstances. Fairenth tended to blank out at times, staring off into vague space, her breathing become deeper and a little mellow. The other X-Men strained when she did this, reasoning that she might refute like the last time. It was truly a fear to be held, and Kurt knew that in some way Fairenth knew they all were high-strung around her. She would look down as if shamed, and she would not talk if not asked, at all times. The Professor resolved that in her day, she was prohibited to talk unless inquired amongst males, and her mind was still set in the patriarchal rules. She hadn't smiled once since she came back to the new built Institute, and her eyes remained a sordid, lifeless white. Fairenth was truly a compassionate soul at heart, and the X-Men seemed to like her as Kurt did.
So with their disposition, they all tried their hardest to make the girl smile and feel at ease.
Evan was trying with his own allure, which wasn't ensuing too well in Kurt's assumption. He, in all frankness, thought that maybe the root had disturbed a few essential parts in his mind when he got hit. More than a few times, he had taken her to his room, and tried to get her input on music, amongst other aimless things. Fairenth, being the girl she was, sat softly and listened with a blank look on her face, discouraging Evan each time. Kurt smiled facilely. Evan did find though, that she had a current interest for slow music, genial and dulcet. He had told Kurt that when he turned it on, her eyes had taken on a new light, a shining but stainless white light. She had stood up, and manipulated his boom box with curiosity, and then turned to him at a leisurely pace for some means of clarification. Kurt almost laughed when he recalled that Evan had to illustrate to her how it worked. Knowing Evan, he probably had to dig deep for the composure to do that one.
Fairenth seemed to connect with the girls more than she did with the guys. They had told him that she still was the alert girl she was before, just a little more open with her words and discussion. Kitty had tried more than once to get her into the more fashionable pieces of clothing, but Fairenth always not approved it, sticking to the baggy sweater and sweatshirts with slacks. True, she didn't look too seductive in them, but something embered in his chest when he conceived she wasn't out to fascinate anyone, she was what she was and if they didn't like it, then they would deal. Jean and Rogue seemed to find opulence in her very permanence, since she wasn't like everyone they knew. She had an aura of tranquility around her, even if it was concealed with undeviating pain.
"Are you all right?" a serene but accented voice intrigued him. He snapped his head to the kitchen door, and realized it was Fairenth, whom he had been showing around the kitchen. He smiled at her mutely, and rubbed his furred head blandly before nodding his head and replying.
"Uh, ja. I'm cool" he said with a lament, and she seemed gratified with the answer. He brushed past her casually as he went through the door, and his faint memory of them in the back woods flashed in his face. He didn't know what had come over him, what with the contiguity (A/N: lmao, and there it is) and all. He turned to her when they came to the microwave, and he couldn't help but smile when he saw her eyes traverse over the machine, enchantment drifting in and out of them. He sighed with a smile, and put his hand affectionately on the microwave oven.
"And THIS, this is by far the best invention ever dreamed up on Gods holy earth. Right up there with McDonalds" Kurt said while he slapped the machine, and then looked down at the girl who had her delicate female eyebrow raised at him.
"Ah, forget it. I'll explain that later" he said with a laugh at her perplexed expression, and then looked back to the diminutive oven. He pressed one of the larger buttons, and the door poped open, much to Fairenth's wide eyed awe. Kurt didn't realize how indulgent it was to see her so amazed. He smiled as she walked forward, and brushed her finger over the button, biting her lip all the way. There was another thing he definitely caught hint of, she always bit her lip when nervous or concentrated on something. He continued.
"So this little thing can cook or preheat anything, with the exception of a few things" he said, and watched her further as she looked in the machine and around it with child like behaviors. She pressed buttons, and bit her lip vigorously with concentration. She then turned around to face him, a small smile on her lips. Kurt raised his eyebrows at her first smile directed at him, and then realized that she was only about three inches away from his face. He took a deep breathe, and was about to say more when a sarcastic voice sounded from the kitchen door.
"Yeah, Kurt, like, learned that the hard way when he put a hot-dog in the micro. 'With the exception of some things', oh man, maybe you should be practicing what you preach, Kurt" Kitty entered with a playful smile and a giggle, Jean walking behind her. Kurt gave a protesting frown.
"Hey, I didn-" he started, but Jean cut him to the chase.
"Hey Farah, wanna come to the park with us? It would be good to get some fresh air" Jean said with a warming smile. Fairenth looked like she was about to answer, but Kurt questioned something before she could talk.
"Farah? Where'd that come from?" he asked, and Kitty shrugged as she sat down at the long table in the kitchen.
"Eh, her name is like, way to long. Farah just like, fits her" she said, and Jean sighed and gave a more knowledgeable answer.
"Fairenth is going to receive way too much slack for having the name 'Fairenth Croix'. She needs time to relax with people, not have people swarming her for having the name of a historical figure" she finished and then shrugged a little too, swiping her hair to the side.
"And yeah, I like Farah better" She finished, and then looked back to 'Farah' again. Jean smiled gently and leaned against the counter to look at the girl across from her.
"Is... that all right with you?" she said, and Farah just nodded slowly, looking not sure but compliant. Jean grinned lightly, and picked her purse off the floor, letting Kitty talk.
"So you like, wanna come?" she asked, and just as before, Fairenth tried to talk, but Kurt set it before she could, a certain protectiveness coming over him, and out of nowhere.
"She can't be around anyone yet, what if there are allot of people there? She should just stay here till she is comfortable with us first" he said, looking at Fairenths placid face to the others. He didn't know why he wanted her to stay all of a sudden, because he knew she could most likely handle a few people. He stared back at Kitty when she stood up with a sigh.
"Oh c'mon Kurt, you like, know just as well as I do that she needs to get out sometime. She's been here a week, and seems to be doing fine. You can't like, keep her here so you can philander over her every move" Kitty said, and Kurt's mouth dropped. He stared back at her, and Jean had to turn around not to laugh.
"First of all, yes, I do know she has to get out, but at least wait till the Professor gives the OK, and secondly, I am NOT uh, philandering her every move" he said, and Kitty giggled, starting to follow Jean as she walked out. Jean yelled out as she walked.
"The Professor DID give the okay, and you are SO philandering her!" Kurt walked after them quickly, watching them laugh. He walked through the empty doorway, and the playful argument drifted through the halls.
"AM NOT!"
"YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE, KNOW WHAT PHILANDERING IS, DO YOU?"
"BYE FARAH!!"
"YEAH I DO! IT'S NOT THAT HARD TO FIGURE OUT...."
"OH YEAH? WHAT IS IT THEN?"
"IT'S UH..."
"HA!!"
"SHUT UP KITTY! WHATEVER IT IS, YOUR IMPLYING IT, I'M NOT!"
Fairenth stood in the kitchen, completely alone now and perplexed as she heard the fading accusations go down the hall. She scrunched her face up in confusion, and sat down in one of the wooden chairs in the kitchen. She finally just sighed, and rested her head on the table till he got back, one thought slowly drifting through her head.
What have I gotten myself into?
Lmao, OK, much lighter chapter here. This is completely through Kurt's eyes, expect for the last part. Fairenth is now to be called 'Farah', which in turn, is logical for the most part. Uh, while this chapter is fun... it's completely useless, lol. I just felt the mood to write fun stuff. You don't even have to read it. Anyway, next chapter will be up soon!!
A/N: This is from KURT'S perspective here, so... okie dokie. lmao
DISCLAIMER: opps, I forgot one last chapter, huh? Sorry. Anyway, McDonalds isn't mine, X-Men isn't mine, and whoever invented the microwave isn't mine. Lol, happy now?!?!? j/k.
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
((a week later from Fairenth's emotional outbreak))
It was forever going to be amusing how simple things seemed to amuse her.
Flashing lights, buttons to press, things that made noise... everything had a meaning to her, and seemed to improve her days no matter the state of affairs. And Kurt knew there had to be circumstances. Fairenth tended to blank out at times, staring off into vague space, her breathing become deeper and a little mellow. The other X-Men strained when she did this, reasoning that she might refute like the last time. It was truly a fear to be held, and Kurt knew that in some way Fairenth knew they all were high-strung around her. She would look down as if shamed, and she would not talk if not asked, at all times. The Professor resolved that in her day, she was prohibited to talk unless inquired amongst males, and her mind was still set in the patriarchal rules. She hadn't smiled once since she came back to the new built Institute, and her eyes remained a sordid, lifeless white. Fairenth was truly a compassionate soul at heart, and the X-Men seemed to like her as Kurt did.
So with their disposition, they all tried their hardest to make the girl smile and feel at ease.
Evan was trying with his own allure, which wasn't ensuing too well in Kurt's assumption. He, in all frankness, thought that maybe the root had disturbed a few essential parts in his mind when he got hit. More than a few times, he had taken her to his room, and tried to get her input on music, amongst other aimless things. Fairenth, being the girl she was, sat softly and listened with a blank look on her face, discouraging Evan each time. Kurt smiled facilely. Evan did find though, that she had a current interest for slow music, genial and dulcet. He had told Kurt that when he turned it on, her eyes had taken on a new light, a shining but stainless white light. She had stood up, and manipulated his boom box with curiosity, and then turned to him at a leisurely pace for some means of clarification. Kurt almost laughed when he recalled that Evan had to illustrate to her how it worked. Knowing Evan, he probably had to dig deep for the composure to do that one.
Fairenth seemed to connect with the girls more than she did with the guys. They had told him that she still was the alert girl she was before, just a little more open with her words and discussion. Kitty had tried more than once to get her into the more fashionable pieces of clothing, but Fairenth always not approved it, sticking to the baggy sweater and sweatshirts with slacks. True, she didn't look too seductive in them, but something embered in his chest when he conceived she wasn't out to fascinate anyone, she was what she was and if they didn't like it, then they would deal. Jean and Rogue seemed to find opulence in her very permanence, since she wasn't like everyone they knew. She had an aura of tranquility around her, even if it was concealed with undeviating pain.
"Are you all right?" a serene but accented voice intrigued him. He snapped his head to the kitchen door, and realized it was Fairenth, whom he had been showing around the kitchen. He smiled at her mutely, and rubbed his furred head blandly before nodding his head and replying.
"Uh, ja. I'm cool" he said with a lament, and she seemed gratified with the answer. He brushed past her casually as he went through the door, and his faint memory of them in the back woods flashed in his face. He didn't know what had come over him, what with the contiguity (A/N: lmao, and there it is) and all. He turned to her when they came to the microwave, and he couldn't help but smile when he saw her eyes traverse over the machine, enchantment drifting in and out of them. He sighed with a smile, and put his hand affectionately on the microwave oven.
"And THIS, this is by far the best invention ever dreamed up on Gods holy earth. Right up there with McDonalds" Kurt said while he slapped the machine, and then looked down at the girl who had her delicate female eyebrow raised at him.
"Ah, forget it. I'll explain that later" he said with a laugh at her perplexed expression, and then looked back to the diminutive oven. He pressed one of the larger buttons, and the door poped open, much to Fairenth's wide eyed awe. Kurt didn't realize how indulgent it was to see her so amazed. He smiled as she walked forward, and brushed her finger over the button, biting her lip all the way. There was another thing he definitely caught hint of, she always bit her lip when nervous or concentrated on something. He continued.
"So this little thing can cook or preheat anything, with the exception of a few things" he said, and watched her further as she looked in the machine and around it with child like behaviors. She pressed buttons, and bit her lip vigorously with concentration. She then turned around to face him, a small smile on her lips. Kurt raised his eyebrows at her first smile directed at him, and then realized that she was only about three inches away from his face. He took a deep breathe, and was about to say more when a sarcastic voice sounded from the kitchen door.
"Yeah, Kurt, like, learned that the hard way when he put a hot-dog in the micro. 'With the exception of some things', oh man, maybe you should be practicing what you preach, Kurt" Kitty entered with a playful smile and a giggle, Jean walking behind her. Kurt gave a protesting frown.
"Hey, I didn-" he started, but Jean cut him to the chase.
"Hey Farah, wanna come to the park with us? It would be good to get some fresh air" Jean said with a warming smile. Fairenth looked like she was about to answer, but Kurt questioned something before she could talk.
"Farah? Where'd that come from?" he asked, and Kitty shrugged as she sat down at the long table in the kitchen.
"Eh, her name is like, way to long. Farah just like, fits her" she said, and Jean sighed and gave a more knowledgeable answer.
"Fairenth is going to receive way too much slack for having the name 'Fairenth Croix'. She needs time to relax with people, not have people swarming her for having the name of a historical figure" she finished and then shrugged a little too, swiping her hair to the side.
"And yeah, I like Farah better" She finished, and then looked back to 'Farah' again. Jean smiled gently and leaned against the counter to look at the girl across from her.
"Is... that all right with you?" she said, and Farah just nodded slowly, looking not sure but compliant. Jean grinned lightly, and picked her purse off the floor, letting Kitty talk.
"So you like, wanna come?" she asked, and just as before, Fairenth tried to talk, but Kurt set it before she could, a certain protectiveness coming over him, and out of nowhere.
"She can't be around anyone yet, what if there are allot of people there? She should just stay here till she is comfortable with us first" he said, looking at Fairenths placid face to the others. He didn't know why he wanted her to stay all of a sudden, because he knew she could most likely handle a few people. He stared back at Kitty when she stood up with a sigh.
"Oh c'mon Kurt, you like, know just as well as I do that she needs to get out sometime. She's been here a week, and seems to be doing fine. You can't like, keep her here so you can philander over her every move" Kitty said, and Kurt's mouth dropped. He stared back at her, and Jean had to turn around not to laugh.
"First of all, yes, I do know she has to get out, but at least wait till the Professor gives the OK, and secondly, I am NOT uh, philandering her every move" he said, and Kitty giggled, starting to follow Jean as she walked out. Jean yelled out as she walked.
"The Professor DID give the okay, and you are SO philandering her!" Kurt walked after them quickly, watching them laugh. He walked through the empty doorway, and the playful argument drifted through the halls.
"AM NOT!"
"YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE, KNOW WHAT PHILANDERING IS, DO YOU?"
"BYE FARAH!!"
"YEAH I DO! IT'S NOT THAT HARD TO FIGURE OUT...."
"OH YEAH? WHAT IS IT THEN?"
"IT'S UH..."
"HA!!"
"SHUT UP KITTY! WHATEVER IT IS, YOUR IMPLYING IT, I'M NOT!"
Fairenth stood in the kitchen, completely alone now and perplexed as she heard the fading accusations go down the hall. She scrunched her face up in confusion, and sat down in one of the wooden chairs in the kitchen. She finally just sighed, and rested her head on the table till he got back, one thought slowly drifting through her head.
What have I gotten myself into?
Lmao, OK, much lighter chapter here. This is completely through Kurt's eyes, expect for the last part. Fairenth is now to be called 'Farah', which in turn, is logical for the most part. Uh, while this chapter is fun... it's completely useless, lol. I just felt the mood to write fun stuff. You don't even have to read it. Anyway, next chapter will be up soon!!