-A/N: Here's chapter 3. Just to warn everyone, even though this is a Kurtty fic, this chapter does have Lancitty in it although it won't last for long. It's still written in Kitty's POV (I know some of you want Kurt's POV but that might come later) and in case anyone is wondering (trust me, with the situations dealt in this fic, you might start to wonder) Kitty is 16 years old.
-Disclaimer: The usual, I don't own any of the characters or X-Men: Evolution.
~~~~~~~~~~ = Flashback, written in third-person POV
~*~*~*~*~ = Scene change
-Heartbreaker
-By Selene TsukinoWhat would you think if you saw a girl, barely sixteen, wearing a pink tank top and denim capris, shivering uncontrollably as she walked along the dark streets of Bayville, blatantly aware that it was well past midnight? Would you feel sorrow or remorse? Would you think her to be some kind of idiot? Or would you just dismiss it as an event that occurs regularly?
As much as I would like to know the answer to that question, no answer would ever come. For starters, the streets were deserted with only the distant sounds of an occasional vehicle to break the silence. Even though I hate being alone, I felt grateful that -HE- hadn't followed. He could be stupid sometimes but for once he actually took me seriously and did the right thing.
Even now, as I wander aimlessly through the dark, struggling to not breakdown in the middle of the street and sob my heart out (it's all that I ever seem to do anymore), I can't get his harsh words out of my head. I guess now would be the time to retrace my steps and give out some sort of explanation.
It all started a few hours ago…
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His brown eyes bore down into hers, filled with more love and hope than one could expect from someone like him. The fearless leader, the rebel, was reduced to nothing more than a harmless kitten as his vulnerability kicked in and he opened his heart to a girl -the enemy- of confused intentions.
He always questioned her, always doubted, that her feelings for him were of complete and honest sincerity. Her decision to be with him seemed like something out of a dream. Although, in his dreams, she never cast sad glances at a certain dark-haired boy…or silently cried over that boy's broken heart the second –his- back was turned.
And as he looked into her beautiful eyes, he saw…confusion? Sadness? Dullness? Her usually vibrant eyes remained….distant. It was as if her mind was somewhere else… thinking about a certain yellow-eyed boy…
"Kitty?"
She continued to stare at him, as if looking through him. He then decided to test his theory, wishing that he wasn't right, that she wasn't thinking of blue-boy.
"Katzchen?"
He knew he sounded cold and bitter. But, as he saw her eyes grow wide, welled with pain and regret, her body flinch at the mention of her pet name, he realized just how right he was. How he despised being right.
Detecting his despite, Kitty forced an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, Lance," she whispered, looking down at her trembling hands. "I-I was just, sort of…distracted…"
A remorseful laugh left his throat, causing the petite brunette to flinch yet again. Her eyes remained away from his piercing gaze, her silence causing yet a heavier weight to fall upon his delicate heart.
"Distracted?" he snorted. "What is it that's more important than us at the moment?"
He knew he sounded rude and arrogant. And it tore him up inside, knowing that his words were hurting poor Kitty. But he hated this game they were playing. For the last two weeks, since she waltz into his arms, he felt like her forced choice. Not who she wanted but who she felt compelled to settle for.
Kitty finally brought her eyes to his, realizing how pathetic she probably looked.
"N-nothing's more important than us," she stuttered. "It's…It's just that…"
She didn't know what to say. She couldn't find any response that would satisfy him.
Without thinking, Lance pulled her close, gently placing a kiss on her shaking lips. At first, he could sense her tense body hesitating his bold move. But…as he began to slowly stroke her back, he felt her begin to relax in his arms. She started to kiss him back as the innocent peck grew to a passionate battle, both sides eagerly seeking dominance.
Regardless of his recent worries, Lance pushed that past him, thinking that if Kitty wasn't completely satisfied with him, she wouldn't be here in his arms. Feeling his mind at ease, his lips left hers and began to slowly make their way to her neck.
Just a few inches below her chin, he began to nip and suck at her recently tanned skin. Feeling a bit more confident, he allowed his hands to slowly travel up her pink tank top, trying his best to not startle her as he began stroking her abdomen.
As the passion heated up, Lance was rewarded with her gurgling moans and erratic breathing. Until…
"Mmm….Kurt…."
And then he let her go.
The pain in his eyes…
The sound of his voice shouting "It's Over!"…
The strangled sob that left her throat…
The blue-furred, yellow-eyed mutant that filled her thoughts…
It had been too much for her to take.
After a moment, hanging her head in shame, Kitty walked out of his room, filled with sadness and sorrow. She heard him call to her, apologizing and suddenly taking his harsh words back. But it was too late. The damage had been done.
She felt him chase her down the stairs of his home…reach for her arm…and pull her into his embrace. And for the first few seconds, she remained, missing the feel and comfort of her protector's arms. But this wasn't her protector…her guardian angel (or elf)…this was Lance, the boy who's heart she broke.
Coming to her senses, she phased through his arms.
"Don't follow me."
The seriousness of her voice scared her. She was rarely that serious. But the reaction that it had on the leader of the BoM convinced her that this was the right thing to say, that maybe he would understand.
Muttering an apology, she phased through his door, without a single glance back.
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Since then, I've wandered around, walking up many alleys and down many streets as I cleared my thoughts. I wanted to go back home, well aware that Logan would kill me the second that I stepped through the front door. But I wasn't afraid of him (okay…maybe a little). I was afraid of facing Kurt. Of facing the mistake I had made. I just couldn't deal with all this pain right now.
Maybe I was meant to make the mistake of choosing Lance. Maybe that would have been the only way to realize how much Kurt meant to me, regardless of his 'blue' appearance or overbearing 'class clown' attitude. But hadn't I known I was in love with Kurt all along? I guess I just wasn't ready to accept it.
I felt the cold, night air nip away at my bare shoulders. Looking ahead, I realized that I was only about a ten minute walk away from the mansion. And I had to return sometime. I had to stop running away from my problems and my fears. It was time for me to do the right thing…
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Advantages of being able to phase through solid matter: entering the mansion without disturbing everyone. I knew that in the morning, since by now everyone knew I hadn't returned at curfew, Jean or the Professor would interrogate me to find out where I was and why I hadn't returned. Oh well. I'll save my worry for tomorrow.
Through the dark hallway, I stared at his door, contemplating whether I should just open it or phase through. I don't know how long I just stood there, fearing the next step that I would be taking. Maybe a few seconds…maybe a few hours…all I could remember was the throbbing of my heart.
I closed my eyes, picturing the scene in my head. There would always be over a million results of a situation. But two stuck out in my mind: his rejection or his acceptance. I know that by going to him now…by putting my heart on the line like he had done so many times for me…I should probably expect the same answer I always gave him: rejection. But if he truly meant those words he'd said…he would forgive me for hurting him…right?
I willed myself to step forward. Just a small step, with my foot barely phasing though his door. I didn't want to rush into this but I also couldn't run away from this. It was now or never.
I took another step. And with each small step I took, I felt my heart rise higher in my throat, my lips becoming dry and parched. With each step, I came closer to the final truth…the final confrontation…
My eyes scanned his dark room, finally coming to rest on his resting form, lying peacefully above the covers of his still-made bed. He lightly snored, a solemn look plastered on his face. And, without really knowing why, I brought my hand up to his blue-furred face and lightly stroked the side of his cheek.
I felt my skin tingle at the sensation of my skin against his own. And I felt that old longing return. I needed him to be my protector…to drive away the fears that plagued the mind of the young girl trapped inside me…to remind me of the wonderful gift of life that we had been blessed with, even if we were different…but I also needed him to just be with me.
I know that if anyone had happened to witness what I was about to do next, they probably would have thought I was crazy. I wrapped my arms around fuzzy elf, resting my head on his shoulder and just stood there, waiting for some sort of reaction. Okay, so maybe I should have just poked him, slapped him, screamed, coughed, or done something else to wake him up but all I could think of was physically touching him the way he had done to me before this whole mess had started.
And as expected, the elf awoke.
-To Be Continued-By Selene Tsukino
-A/N: Okay, I did promise a hell of a lot more excitement because I have some VERY interesting interaction that is to go on as soon as Kurt awakes. But…I thought that I would be a bit more evil and leave a little cliffhanger. Once Kurt hears Kitty out, will he accept her? Or will Kitty's heart be broken? The answers in the next chappie! Please review!