Ok, this is the SECOND TO LAST chapter. I had it all written and then I kinda re did it all...so now I like it more. It was just kinda blah before...now its all emotional and stuff! You can thank Fanfic.net for the delay in getting this up...I'm still not even sure what the deal was, but at the same time it gave me the opportunity to re-do this chapter a bit...so there ya go.
Thank you thank you to my wonderful reviewers. (I havent been able to read them all cuz ff.net is being all weird) Man I love you guys! You're all so nice! *hugs all the wonderful people who review*
RedLion- YAY! Someone who agrees with me about the whole "wimp" (coughitsnotwimpy!cough) thing. It's just that some people get mega defensive about that stuff. (I've seen people through hissy fits in reviews about it...weirdos lol.)
Beryl- Aww thanks...Now about Evan...I was thinking bout writing a fic with a lot of Evan...but hmm lol. I was gonna make it more about the brotherhood but focus on Evan and Pietro kinda sorta.. (In a friendship way only folks...but we aren't gonna get into that lol). Evan is fun to write cuz you get to make him up however you want lol. So anyways, if you've got any ideas pretty pleeeease lemme know ok?
Kiki Cabou- Wow I love you! Hehe. I'm kinda proud of my grammar nerdyness...I'm editor of our school paper so I get lots of practice lol. But thank you so much.
DBZsista- *GASP!!! You hafta read chapter 5! It's...aww man, you just hafta lol. But thank you so much, I'm honored to be a favorite hehe.
JDH3- Yes, Kurtty does grow on you. I really like it now lol.
Sprocket- You're my favorite! Hehe, no, no I love you all, but sprocket gave me a nice long review and said lotsa good stuff lol.
Obviously I'm not gonna personally address everyone, so don't be offended if I didn't...thank you so much for your review anyway! I like reviews....PLEASE REVIEW!!! lol.
I should have the final chapter up by the end of the week...if my computer can make it to the end of this week...stupid piece of machiner.....uhhh *to her comp* NO NO! I wasn't talking about you! Of course not...no! Oh no, please don't crash, please! I didn't mean it! Please just whatever you do don't....aww man! Overrated Microwave!!! *Ahem* Ok then...im done being an idiot for the moment....
Also, I don't know why I chose to make Kurt a Celine Dion fan...I was obsessed with that song when I started this fic so there you have it. I don't own her music either in case you were wondering.
One more thing, the whole thing with Kurt driving a Buick Skylark...*grins* That's what I drive. It's my first car. So, even though I'm driving an old man car, I love it, and now Kurt gets to experience the joys of a Buick too.
Now I'm officially shutting up so you can read this chapter.
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Kurt slammed the refrigerator door closed with little satisfaction and glared at the blonde sitting at the table.
"Evan, zat was za last of za milk!"
Evan shrugged and set down his glass. "Sorry man. Gotta have the moo-juice. Strengthens bones."
Kurt slumped into a chair and began to pick at the dry cereal in front of him. "Vell how do you expect me to eat zis?" His tone was harsh and annoyed.
Evan looked at him and furrowed his brow. "It's just milk. Get some eggs or something."
"Vell vaht if I don't vant eggs?"
"Man, what's your problem? It's just food!"
Kurt scowled. Vahtever. I'm out of here."
Kurt stormed out of the kitchen as best he could with his lame ankle, punching the door frame as he did. 'I just yelled at Evan over milk...MILK!'
Sighing, he headed for the back door of the mansion that led to the yard. He was so tired of just randomly blowing up at people. Evan had made it pretty clear that he was being, for lack of a better word, a 'jerkface,' (AN: I simply had to use that word. Inside joke..anyway...) but he truly didn't know what else to do.
Since the dinner incident he had snapped several times at several people. Like the time when Jean asked for the remote because she was tired of watching animal planet. He had twisted it all into this big thing about how she really just didn't want to watch furry things and that maybe he should just leave instead. She had done nothing but give him a blank stare and he stormed out. It surprised him actually. He almost wanted her to snap back at him; to get him riled up so he could blow off more steam. On the other hand, it was better that she hadn't. He had hurt enough people already.
He found that he was even unable to explain himself to Rogue. She made vain efforts to comfort him, but he couldn't except it from her. He wasn't exactly sure why either; they had never had a problem confiding in each other before. Maybe he just couldn't stand to see the hurt in her eyes every time she realized she was helpless in the situation. So he had resorted to spazzing out over stupid things with her as well, such as the time she asked to switch shower schedules with him since he didn't need to get up that early, not being in school and all. He had glared at her and started ranting in German about why everyone should just walk all over the fuzzy one because he wasn't in school anymore and therefor didn't have a care in the world.
He sighed and pulled himself onto a tree branch, ignoring the searing pain it sent through his still tender shoulder. It was worth the agonizing effort though; it was calming to be perched up there by himself. He surveyed the yard and sighed again. He was losing it, he knew. He wasn't himself anymore; too lost in his anger to care if he was hurting people, something he hated doing.
He toyed with the idea of trying to tick off Logan. At least he wouldn't be too hurt by his outbursts. Scott could probably take it too, but he basically refused to fight with him. Kurt had practically dared, no, begged Scott to start a raging verbal battle between them. Alas, the mighty leader had not lost his cool. Instead he left the room, cracking his knuckles as he went, the very picture of calmness.
Kurt shook his head. Logan wouldn't have taken it. He would probably just run Kurt through with those insanely sharp claws of his. Death by adamantium was not particularly how Kurt wanted to leave this world.
Clenching his eyes shut, Kurt grit his teeth. 'Why does it seem like the only way to make the pain stop is to hurt everyone else!'
"Idiot" He said to the air, "Idiot, idiot idiot!"
He jumped at the slight tug he felt on his tail. Regaining his balance he looked down to see Kitty smiling up at him. He had mumbled a few apologies to her since the night his tail had almost choked her. She had shrugged the whole thing off by then and said she knew he didn't mean it. Still, Kurt could barely look at her. Of all his outbursts, he had regretted that one the most.
"I hope you like, aren't talking about me." She smiled warmly at him and winked. "Because I don't see any idiots around here. What are you doing out here all alone?" She asked as she hoisted herself into the tree.
Kurt looked at her, trying to avoid her eyes, and shrugged. "Thinking."
The two sat in silence for a moment before Kitty spoke up again.
"So how are you Kurt?"
Again, Kurt shrugged. "I'm alvight."
Kitty reached over to him and gently put her hand on his arm. "No Kurt. How are you, really."
Kurt looked up at the brunette and raised an eyebrow. "Truthfully?"
She nodded.
"Not good, not good at all. I'm just so...I dunno."
"Go on." She urged gently.
He hesitated. This whole admitting to emotional defeat thing was dangerous ground for a 16 year old male. However, this was a way to relieve himself of all the baggage without hurting anyone. He mentally weighed the two possibilities. "I'm- Uh, Jeez Kitty I'm jest so angry!" He unintentionally shouted the words, but it felt good to scream them; felt good to verbalize the pain. "You've heard me. I keep blowing up at anyvon who talks to me. I jest got finished yelling at Evan over milk! I don't even like cereal that much! I hate being like zis. I'm hurting people, people who I am supposed to be a friend to, but I don't know what else to do." He looked at Kitty, expecting her to interrupt him with advice of some kind. She was just looking at him, waiting for him to continue. There wasn't any pity in her face, sorrow maybe, but not pity. Kurt let out a groan and leaned against the tree trunk. He softened his voice, not wanting to intimidate Kitty more than he already had. "I- I don't know how to deal with all of zis. Zere just doesn't seem to be any other vay to handle it. It hurt Keety, and I don't mean zeir punches." He looked away from her, ashamed of his admittance to being weak and hurt emotionally. 'Good going Kurt... really impressive. Show her what a wuss you are. That's gonna help things. Every girl wants to be with an emotional basket case..." Shaking off his sarcastic and bitter thoughts he focused intently on dissolving the lump that had formed in his throat.
Kitty's almond eyes focused on Kurt. She could see it in his face, the pain, the hurt. She never did understand why guys felt it was necessary to keep stuff all locked up, only to explode later on. She put her hand on his arm and forced him to face her. "Kurt, your gonna get through this. You just need time. Vent at people, yell, scream, when you get your strength back go to the danger room and tear stuff apart, whatever it takes for you to get it out. The others understand, why do you think you haven't been slapped for all your outbursts yet? They just don't know how to like, help. You know how much not being able to fix things bugs our fearless leader, he about punched through a wall that day you threw his being an orphan in his face. Do you seriously think he would have taken that if he didn't understand that you're just like, trying to work all this out?" She smiled a little. "So tell me what your thinking, how you feel, and don't be afraid to tell me you hurt, I'm not one of the guys you know, you like, don't have to pull that whole macho 'I'm tough so I can handle it' crap with me."
Kurt looked up at Kitty, his failed attempts to rid his throat of the growing mass was now becoming evident in his wide, yellow, eyes. "I thought some of zose people ver my friends. Why does the real Kurt Wagner have to be any different from the holographic one? I feel like I vos targeted vorse than the rest of you for no other reason than I'm blue and have a tail. It just isn't right."
He closed his eyes, in one final attempt to stop the dreaded tear from making its way past his eye lid.
"No, it's not, and you like, need time to heal from all of that. It's ok, we know you need to just deal with it however you can. Just, like, don't lose yourself in the process ya know?" Kitty studied him a minute and put her hand on his cheek. "Kurt, look at me." The blue elf forced himself to meet her eyes, still fighting against the current of tears fighting to be released. "Kurt," her voice was hardly even a whisper and it caught slightly in her throat. Her eyes were becoming slightly bloodshot as a tear slid down her own cheek. "Kurt, It's ok to cry."
Kurt let out a muffled choke as his tears fought for dominance. Part of him wanted to sob into the arms of the girl in front of him, and the other was too afraid to let them go. He inhaled sharply, he hadn't even been aware that he was holding his breath. The air caught in his throat, blocked by the large lump that he had been unable to remove.
Kitty threaded her fingers through his silky blue hair, moving it gently away from his face, the tears falling without shame from her blue orbs. "Wha-at are you afraid of?"
It was getting harder and harder to draw in air without his entire body shaking. Kurt looked at Kitty and shook his head. "I don't know." He couldn't hide the wavering, and the cracking in his voice. "I don't know anything right now."
Kitty continued to softly twirl her fingers through his hair. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you like they did. It's me Kurt, Katzchan."
Kurt's vision blurred, and he jumped nimbly off of the tree branch. He turned and held his arms out to help Kitty down as well. She planted her feet on the ground, wrapped her arms tightly around Kurt and felt him burry his face into her neck. Shaking, he allowed the tears to fall.
They weren't the same kind of tears he had cried the afternoon of the attack. Those had been from panic; the only way his body knew how to deal with the shock of being rendered so utterly helpless. These tears however, were raw emotion; weeks of anguish and anger being forced out of the tiny tear ducts of the young mutants eyes in the form of a salty fluid. He cried hard, but quietly, the only sound his muffled gasps for air. Growing weak from his over worked lungs, he felt his bruised body being pulled down by the gentle and firm embrace of Kitty, thinking only briefly that it was odd that she knew he needed to sit. Still wrapped in one another's arms, the pair kneeled somewhat awkwardly on the grass.
Kitty began to hum softly; soothing the crying young man in her arms. His gasps for oxygen became less frequent, and he slowly raised his face to look at Kitty's. The two pairs of wet, bloodshot, eyes met for a brief moment and Kurt opened his mouth to break the precious silence between them. Kitty shook her head, and ran a finger over the damp fur beneath Kurt's eyes, indicating that he didn't need to say anything. The pair leaned back against the tree trunk and into each other for support and gazed out across the lawn.
The two mutants sat in silence for nearly an hour. Each deep in their own thoughts. Kitty leaned further into Kurt and put her head on his shoulder. Kurt intertwined his tail with Kitty's wrist and closed his eyes. Kitty looked up at Kurt. She hesitated a little, not knowing if what she was about to do was a good idea. Brushing her thoughts aside, she went with her gut instinct that now was as good a time as any. She leaned forward and kissed Kurt softly.
Shocked, Kurt immediately tensed up, his eyes wide open in surprise. He tried to relax slightly and, as a reflex, concentrated on not injuring Kitty. She pulled away, he cheeks pink with embarrassment.
"I'm like, sorry. I- I just thought that, like..."
"Vaht are you sorry for?" Kurt looked at her in surprise.
"Well it like, didn't seem like you were really enjoying yourself much. I like, I dunno." Her face turned several shades redder.
Kurt ran his fingers through his long hair and shifted nervously. "No, it'z not zat, I jest um, vell..."
Kitty giggled nervously, "Your accents getting thicker Kurt, and your tail is doing that nervous flick thing. Just tell me."
Sighing, Kurt grabbed his tail to hold it still, and forced himself to meet Kitty's eyes. "I don't vahnt to hurt you." He curled his lip and revealed his fangs, emphasizing his point.
Kitty giggled again, this time less nervously. "You big dork. Just like, kiss me ok? The chances of you being a ferocious enough kisser to tear my lip apart are like zero to none! And worst case scenario...I wouldn't mind a lip ring."
Kurt laughed sheepishly. "Um, Keety?" his voice grew softer, "Vhy- vhy did you kiss me?"
Kitty gave him a funny look. "Well I don't know, why else would you kiss someone?"
Kurt looked at her and smiled, the first real smile Kitty had seen on him since his image inducer had bit the dust.
He leaned over to her and paused, "Keety? Vaht are we? You and me I mean..."
Kitty shrugged a little and moved her face inches away from Kurt's. "You tell me."
Kurt closed the gap between them and kissed her.
Kitty momentarily broke the kiss and grinned. "See, you aren't an animal after all." She giggled for the umpteenth time.
Kurt grinned in reply, bringing her lips once again to his own. This time, without any distractions, not even his fangs.
*Tear* lol...this is NOT the end! I got one more chapter that sorta wraps it all up. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I'm starting to thrive off of those things lol.
Thank you thank you to my wonderful reviewers. (I havent been able to read them all cuz ff.net is being all weird) Man I love you guys! You're all so nice! *hugs all the wonderful people who review*
RedLion- YAY! Someone who agrees with me about the whole "wimp" (coughitsnotwimpy!cough) thing. It's just that some people get mega defensive about that stuff. (I've seen people through hissy fits in reviews about it...weirdos lol.)
Beryl- Aww thanks...Now about Evan...I was thinking bout writing a fic with a lot of Evan...but hmm lol. I was gonna make it more about the brotherhood but focus on Evan and Pietro kinda sorta.. (In a friendship way only folks...but we aren't gonna get into that lol). Evan is fun to write cuz you get to make him up however you want lol. So anyways, if you've got any ideas pretty pleeeease lemme know ok?
Kiki Cabou- Wow I love you! Hehe. I'm kinda proud of my grammar nerdyness...I'm editor of our school paper so I get lots of practice lol. But thank you so much.
DBZsista- *GASP!!! You hafta read chapter 5! It's...aww man, you just hafta lol. But thank you so much, I'm honored to be a favorite hehe.
JDH3- Yes, Kurtty does grow on you. I really like it now lol.
Sprocket- You're my favorite! Hehe, no, no I love you all, but sprocket gave me a nice long review and said lotsa good stuff lol.
Obviously I'm not gonna personally address everyone, so don't be offended if I didn't...thank you so much for your review anyway! I like reviews....PLEASE REVIEW!!! lol.
I should have the final chapter up by the end of the week...if my computer can make it to the end of this week...stupid piece of machiner.....uhhh *to her comp* NO NO! I wasn't talking about you! Of course not...no! Oh no, please don't crash, please! I didn't mean it! Please just whatever you do don't....aww man! Overrated Microwave!!! *Ahem* Ok then...im done being an idiot for the moment....
Also, I don't know why I chose to make Kurt a Celine Dion fan...I was obsessed with that song when I started this fic so there you have it. I don't own her music either in case you were wondering.
One more thing, the whole thing with Kurt driving a Buick Skylark...*grins* That's what I drive. It's my first car. So, even though I'm driving an old man car, I love it, and now Kurt gets to experience the joys of a Buick too.
Now I'm officially shutting up so you can read this chapter.
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Kurt slammed the refrigerator door closed with little satisfaction and glared at the blonde sitting at the table.
"Evan, zat was za last of za milk!"
Evan shrugged and set down his glass. "Sorry man. Gotta have the moo-juice. Strengthens bones."
Kurt slumped into a chair and began to pick at the dry cereal in front of him. "Vell how do you expect me to eat zis?" His tone was harsh and annoyed.
Evan looked at him and furrowed his brow. "It's just milk. Get some eggs or something."
"Vell vaht if I don't vant eggs?"
"Man, what's your problem? It's just food!"
Kurt scowled. Vahtever. I'm out of here."
Kurt stormed out of the kitchen as best he could with his lame ankle, punching the door frame as he did. 'I just yelled at Evan over milk...MILK!'
Sighing, he headed for the back door of the mansion that led to the yard. He was so tired of just randomly blowing up at people. Evan had made it pretty clear that he was being, for lack of a better word, a 'jerkface,' (AN: I simply had to use that word. Inside joke..anyway...) but he truly didn't know what else to do.
Since the dinner incident he had snapped several times at several people. Like the time when Jean asked for the remote because she was tired of watching animal planet. He had twisted it all into this big thing about how she really just didn't want to watch furry things and that maybe he should just leave instead. She had done nothing but give him a blank stare and he stormed out. It surprised him actually. He almost wanted her to snap back at him; to get him riled up so he could blow off more steam. On the other hand, it was better that she hadn't. He had hurt enough people already.
He found that he was even unable to explain himself to Rogue. She made vain efforts to comfort him, but he couldn't except it from her. He wasn't exactly sure why either; they had never had a problem confiding in each other before. Maybe he just couldn't stand to see the hurt in her eyes every time she realized she was helpless in the situation. So he had resorted to spazzing out over stupid things with her as well, such as the time she asked to switch shower schedules with him since he didn't need to get up that early, not being in school and all. He had glared at her and started ranting in German about why everyone should just walk all over the fuzzy one because he wasn't in school anymore and therefor didn't have a care in the world.
He sighed and pulled himself onto a tree branch, ignoring the searing pain it sent through his still tender shoulder. It was worth the agonizing effort though; it was calming to be perched up there by himself. He surveyed the yard and sighed again. He was losing it, he knew. He wasn't himself anymore; too lost in his anger to care if he was hurting people, something he hated doing.
He toyed with the idea of trying to tick off Logan. At least he wouldn't be too hurt by his outbursts. Scott could probably take it too, but he basically refused to fight with him. Kurt had practically dared, no, begged Scott to start a raging verbal battle between them. Alas, the mighty leader had not lost his cool. Instead he left the room, cracking his knuckles as he went, the very picture of calmness.
Kurt shook his head. Logan wouldn't have taken it. He would probably just run Kurt through with those insanely sharp claws of his. Death by adamantium was not particularly how Kurt wanted to leave this world.
Clenching his eyes shut, Kurt grit his teeth. 'Why does it seem like the only way to make the pain stop is to hurt everyone else!'
"Idiot" He said to the air, "Idiot, idiot idiot!"
He jumped at the slight tug he felt on his tail. Regaining his balance he looked down to see Kitty smiling up at him. He had mumbled a few apologies to her since the night his tail had almost choked her. She had shrugged the whole thing off by then and said she knew he didn't mean it. Still, Kurt could barely look at her. Of all his outbursts, he had regretted that one the most.
"I hope you like, aren't talking about me." She smiled warmly at him and winked. "Because I don't see any idiots around here. What are you doing out here all alone?" She asked as she hoisted herself into the tree.
Kurt looked at her, trying to avoid her eyes, and shrugged. "Thinking."
The two sat in silence for a moment before Kitty spoke up again.
"So how are you Kurt?"
Again, Kurt shrugged. "I'm alvight."
Kitty reached over to him and gently put her hand on his arm. "No Kurt. How are you, really."
Kurt looked up at the brunette and raised an eyebrow. "Truthfully?"
She nodded.
"Not good, not good at all. I'm just so...I dunno."
"Go on." She urged gently.
He hesitated. This whole admitting to emotional defeat thing was dangerous ground for a 16 year old male. However, this was a way to relieve himself of all the baggage without hurting anyone. He mentally weighed the two possibilities. "I'm- Uh, Jeez Kitty I'm jest so angry!" He unintentionally shouted the words, but it felt good to scream them; felt good to verbalize the pain. "You've heard me. I keep blowing up at anyvon who talks to me. I jest got finished yelling at Evan over milk! I don't even like cereal that much! I hate being like zis. I'm hurting people, people who I am supposed to be a friend to, but I don't know what else to do." He looked at Kitty, expecting her to interrupt him with advice of some kind. She was just looking at him, waiting for him to continue. There wasn't any pity in her face, sorrow maybe, but not pity. Kurt let out a groan and leaned against the tree trunk. He softened his voice, not wanting to intimidate Kitty more than he already had. "I- I don't know how to deal with all of zis. Zere just doesn't seem to be any other vay to handle it. It hurt Keety, and I don't mean zeir punches." He looked away from her, ashamed of his admittance to being weak and hurt emotionally. 'Good going Kurt... really impressive. Show her what a wuss you are. That's gonna help things. Every girl wants to be with an emotional basket case..." Shaking off his sarcastic and bitter thoughts he focused intently on dissolving the lump that had formed in his throat.
Kitty's almond eyes focused on Kurt. She could see it in his face, the pain, the hurt. She never did understand why guys felt it was necessary to keep stuff all locked up, only to explode later on. She put her hand on his arm and forced him to face her. "Kurt, your gonna get through this. You just need time. Vent at people, yell, scream, when you get your strength back go to the danger room and tear stuff apart, whatever it takes for you to get it out. The others understand, why do you think you haven't been slapped for all your outbursts yet? They just don't know how to like, help. You know how much not being able to fix things bugs our fearless leader, he about punched through a wall that day you threw his being an orphan in his face. Do you seriously think he would have taken that if he didn't understand that you're just like, trying to work all this out?" She smiled a little. "So tell me what your thinking, how you feel, and don't be afraid to tell me you hurt, I'm not one of the guys you know, you like, don't have to pull that whole macho 'I'm tough so I can handle it' crap with me."
Kurt looked up at Kitty, his failed attempts to rid his throat of the growing mass was now becoming evident in his wide, yellow, eyes. "I thought some of zose people ver my friends. Why does the real Kurt Wagner have to be any different from the holographic one? I feel like I vos targeted vorse than the rest of you for no other reason than I'm blue and have a tail. It just isn't right."
He closed his eyes, in one final attempt to stop the dreaded tear from making its way past his eye lid.
"No, it's not, and you like, need time to heal from all of that. It's ok, we know you need to just deal with it however you can. Just, like, don't lose yourself in the process ya know?" Kitty studied him a minute and put her hand on his cheek. "Kurt, look at me." The blue elf forced himself to meet her eyes, still fighting against the current of tears fighting to be released. "Kurt," her voice was hardly even a whisper and it caught slightly in her throat. Her eyes were becoming slightly bloodshot as a tear slid down her own cheek. "Kurt, It's ok to cry."
Kurt let out a muffled choke as his tears fought for dominance. Part of him wanted to sob into the arms of the girl in front of him, and the other was too afraid to let them go. He inhaled sharply, he hadn't even been aware that he was holding his breath. The air caught in his throat, blocked by the large lump that he had been unable to remove.
Kitty threaded her fingers through his silky blue hair, moving it gently away from his face, the tears falling without shame from her blue orbs. "Wha-at are you afraid of?"
It was getting harder and harder to draw in air without his entire body shaking. Kurt looked at Kitty and shook his head. "I don't know." He couldn't hide the wavering, and the cracking in his voice. "I don't know anything right now."
Kitty continued to softly twirl her fingers through his hair. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you like they did. It's me Kurt, Katzchan."
Kurt's vision blurred, and he jumped nimbly off of the tree branch. He turned and held his arms out to help Kitty down as well. She planted her feet on the ground, wrapped her arms tightly around Kurt and felt him burry his face into her neck. Shaking, he allowed the tears to fall.
They weren't the same kind of tears he had cried the afternoon of the attack. Those had been from panic; the only way his body knew how to deal with the shock of being rendered so utterly helpless. These tears however, were raw emotion; weeks of anguish and anger being forced out of the tiny tear ducts of the young mutants eyes in the form of a salty fluid. He cried hard, but quietly, the only sound his muffled gasps for air. Growing weak from his over worked lungs, he felt his bruised body being pulled down by the gentle and firm embrace of Kitty, thinking only briefly that it was odd that she knew he needed to sit. Still wrapped in one another's arms, the pair kneeled somewhat awkwardly on the grass.
Kitty began to hum softly; soothing the crying young man in her arms. His gasps for oxygen became less frequent, and he slowly raised his face to look at Kitty's. The two pairs of wet, bloodshot, eyes met for a brief moment and Kurt opened his mouth to break the precious silence between them. Kitty shook her head, and ran a finger over the damp fur beneath Kurt's eyes, indicating that he didn't need to say anything. The pair leaned back against the tree trunk and into each other for support and gazed out across the lawn.
The two mutants sat in silence for nearly an hour. Each deep in their own thoughts. Kitty leaned further into Kurt and put her head on his shoulder. Kurt intertwined his tail with Kitty's wrist and closed his eyes. Kitty looked up at Kurt. She hesitated a little, not knowing if what she was about to do was a good idea. Brushing her thoughts aside, she went with her gut instinct that now was as good a time as any. She leaned forward and kissed Kurt softly.
Shocked, Kurt immediately tensed up, his eyes wide open in surprise. He tried to relax slightly and, as a reflex, concentrated on not injuring Kitty. She pulled away, he cheeks pink with embarrassment.
"I'm like, sorry. I- I just thought that, like..."
"Vaht are you sorry for?" Kurt looked at her in surprise.
"Well it like, didn't seem like you were really enjoying yourself much. I like, I dunno." Her face turned several shades redder.
Kurt ran his fingers through his long hair and shifted nervously. "No, it'z not zat, I jest um, vell..."
Kitty giggled nervously, "Your accents getting thicker Kurt, and your tail is doing that nervous flick thing. Just tell me."
Sighing, Kurt grabbed his tail to hold it still, and forced himself to meet Kitty's eyes. "I don't vahnt to hurt you." He curled his lip and revealed his fangs, emphasizing his point.
Kitty giggled again, this time less nervously. "You big dork. Just like, kiss me ok? The chances of you being a ferocious enough kisser to tear my lip apart are like zero to none! And worst case scenario...I wouldn't mind a lip ring."
Kurt laughed sheepishly. "Um, Keety?" his voice grew softer, "Vhy- vhy did you kiss me?"
Kitty gave him a funny look. "Well I don't know, why else would you kiss someone?"
Kurt looked at her and smiled, the first real smile Kitty had seen on him since his image inducer had bit the dust.
He leaned over to her and paused, "Keety? Vaht are we? You and me I mean..."
Kitty shrugged a little and moved her face inches away from Kurt's. "You tell me."
Kurt closed the gap between them and kissed her.
Kitty momentarily broke the kiss and grinned. "See, you aren't an animal after all." She giggled for the umpteenth time.
Kurt grinned in reply, bringing her lips once again to his own. This time, without any distractions, not even his fangs.
*Tear* lol...this is NOT the end! I got one more chapter that sorta wraps it all up. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I'm starting to thrive off of those things lol.
