A/N: Chapter two! Thanks for all the reviews, you fabulous people, you. I won't bore you with a lot of unnecessary author's commentary, but I will warn you that these chapters aren't very long. Thought I'd let you know. And now, read on!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Marvel's the one with all the money.
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Sie Sind Schön
an 'X-Men: Evolution' fanfiction
by Wakizashi
Chapter Two
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"Yo! Hey, Kitty, hold up!"
Shoving her locker closed, Kitty turned to see Evan running down the hall toward her. It was almost third period, and the bell was about to ring. Thankfully, they were both on their way to gym class. As Evan caught up with her, they fell into step beside each other. "What's up?" she asked him.
"That's what I was gonna ask you," he replied. Kitty looked up at him in confusion, and he continued. "You've been blowing off Kurt all day. First in science when he asked you for help, then at lunch you walked right past him after he saved you a seat. You mad at him or something?"
She sighed and shook her head. "No, Kurt's never done anything to make me mad." She paused. "Well, not *really* mad. I know I should apologize, and I will. I'm just... having a weird day."
Evan shrugged. "Fair enough," he said. They reached the locker rooms, and he waved to her. "See you in the gym."
Kitty wanted to pull her hair out. Was it so obvious that she was trying to avoid Kurt? She wasn't trying to be a jerk to him, but just being near him was making her feel... tingly. Yeah, that was a good word. It was like Kurt was a rubber balloon, and the closer he got to her, the more the hairs of her skin stood on end. But just because she was suffering from an inexplicable, insane crush, it was no reason to be rude to him.
As she changed into her gym clothes in the girls' locker room, she decided she had to apologize to him for her nasty behavior. He didn't deserve such treatment.
Pulling on her sneakers, she tightened her ponytail and headed into the gym. A few other students were already in there, including some of the mutants from the mansion. Remy LeBeau, that charming Cajun Rogue was so crazy about, was talking to Evan, and Bobby was shooting hoops with Kurt, waiting for the teacher show up. Evan caught Kitty's eye, and he gestured with his head at the German boy. She nodded and made a shooing motion with her hand.
For a while she just watched Kurt in action. He dodged Bobby's blocks with such speed and effortless grace, and he looked good doing it. His gym shorts were baggy, but he was wearing a tank top that revealed his thin but muscular arms. Like every other day at school, his image inducer was turned on, and instead of blue fur, he was five feet seven inches of pale skin, brown eyes, and dark hair that he brushed out of his face to keep his eye on the ball.
Kitty's chest tightened as she watched him. She decided that if she was going to have a stupid crush, she could do a lot worse than Kurt Wagner.
Distractedly, she noticed that the basketball was flying toward her. Her shoes squeaked on the polished floor as she made an attempt to get out of the way, and then all she saw was orange as the ball collided with her forehead. She felt her eyes cross, and she hit the floor with a thud.
Blinking her eyes back into focus, she waited for the ceiling to stop spinning. Then a face flooded her vision, smiling apologetically. "Keety spill in Aisle Six," said Kurt, grasping her hand and helping her up. The other kids laughed, and he patted her on the shoulder. "Sorry, Kätzchen. The ball got away from me."
Now dizzy from other reasons besides the impact of the ball, she shook her head. "It's okay," she replied, a wildfire of warmth spreading from his hand as it rested on her shoulder. "Look, Kurt... I'm the one who should be sorry. I've kind of, like, been snotty to you all day. I'm not mad at you or anything; it's basically my problem. Forgive me?"
Kurt smiled warmly, and she nearly became a pile of goo. "Ja, of course," he assured her. "And if you didn't have a reason before, at least you do now."
At that moment the teacher arrived, and Kurt's hand slipped from her shoulder. She mentally snapped her fingers. "All right, kids, sorry about the delay," said the teacher. "You know the drill, everyone. Ten minutes of stretching, then out to the track for some laps. We're gonna take full advantage of the weather and play some football today."
The students cheered, and Kurt's voice was heard above the rest with a resounding "Woo-hoo!" Kitty grinned and rolled her eyes as they all went through their stretching routines. By the time she was done with her laps (Kitty was a pretty fast runner, but Pietro Maximoff still managed to pass her three times) she was grateful for the rest as the teams were picked.
The teacher, as always, chose the team captains. "Okay, Paulson and uh... let's see," he said. "How about Wagner? You two split up the teams."
Kurt immediately chose Evan, Kitty, and to her distaste, Pietro. As much as she couldn't stand the little weasel, though, it was a good idea to have him on their team. But Kurt didn't to have all the mutants on one side, because the other team wouldn't stand a chance. So he allowed the other captain to take Bobby and Remy.
"Huddle!!!" Kurt yelled, making his teammates wince and cover their ears.
They pressed in around him, and Pietro asked in his quick, irritating manner, "So what's the game plan, huh? We got any nice moves to play on these suckers? Huh, German boy?"
Evan's eye began to twitch. "Shouldn't you be on Rydolin or something for your ADHD?" he muttered.
The blonde boy glared at him, and Kurt quickly shushed them both. "Here's what we are going to do," he said quietly. "Zack has the first throw. He is going to pass it to Evan. All the attention will be on him, and by that time I will already be at the endzone for him to throw it to me." His teammates nodded their comprehension. "Everyone has to make sure Evan doesn't get tackled, okay? Perfect, let's go!"
The huddle broke, and everyone took their positions on the field. All rested from the running they did on the track, they were ready to play. Zack Stewart gave a quick glance at Evan, and he nodded almost imperceptibly. The whistle blew, the ball fell neatly into Evan's hands, and Kurt was off like a shot.
Kurt was more comfortable running on both his hands and feet, but when he had to run upright, he was shockingly fast. By the time Evan had thrown the ball, he was over halfway to the goal line. Kitty cheered him on along with the rest of the team, but suddenly she noticed one of the members of the other team running toward him.
She elbowed Pietro, and the both of them took off after the boy who was threatening to mess up their perfect game plan. Several of their teammates also noticed and followed suit, which made the other team begin to pursue *them*. Before long half the players on the field were making their frenzied way toward Kurt.
He was, however, oblivious to everything but the ball as it spiraled toward him through the air. He had already reached the endzone, and it was coming toward him. He was going to catch it. He was going to score their first touchdown. Holding out his hands, he shouted out, quite unnecessarily, "I got it!!"
And then the ball was in his hands. He had scored a touchdown. But he was pretty sure it wasn't the impact of the ball that knocked the wind out of him. Falling onto his back, he felt the weight of one of the other team members, and then two. Pretty soon he was all but crushed under the combined volume of half a dozen people. Still, he held onto the ball tenaciously. At least he had scored.
But he knew something was definitely wrong when a sneakered foot stepped on his left wrist, and he heard a crunch of breaking glass.
Kitty winced as she watched Kurt being swiftly buried under a bunch of sweaty kids. That couldn't be any fun. Someone shouted "Dogpile!!" and the teacher started blowing his whistle. The players didn't immediately get to their feet, but without warning one of them let out a frightened scream. Kitty's eyes widened in surprise, and to her horror she saw a long blue tail snaking out from under the dogpile, lashing wildly.
"Oh God," she whispered.
The kids began scrambling to their feet in a blind panic, and Kitty saw what had frightened them so much. Lying on the trampled grass, groaning in pain, was Kurt. The *real* Kurt. He clutched the football with a furry blue hand, and as he tried to sit up, he hissed through his teeth, revealing a set of gleaming white fangs.
"What is that!?" somebody shrieked.
"I think it touched me!!"
"Where's Kurt? What happened to Kurt?"
"Eww, it's so gross!!"
One by one, Kitty looked at all the other mutant children, and they all had the same expression of dread on their faces. Sooner or later - more likely sooner than later - they would figure out that the bizarre tailed creature holding the football *was* Kurt.
Without regard to what the shocked human students would think, Kitty ran over to Kurt and knelt by his side. He was in pretty bad shape; his limbs were covered in cuts and scrapes, and he was favoring one arm gingerly, as if it was sprained. Taking a closer look, she saw what she had feared all along. His holographic image inducer had been crushed, and was broken.
"Kurt," she said softly. "Are you okay? Can you get up?"
She heard startled gasps from the students, and voices asking in disbelief, "That's *Kurt*!?" But she ignored them, and asked again: "Can you stand, Kurt?"
Biting his bottom lip, he shook his head. "My knee," he said in a tight voice.
Nodding, she waved her hand frantically at Evan. The boy was with them in an instant, but was unable to think of anything to say. Unfazed, Kitty hooked her arm around Kurt's right shoulder. "His knee's been hurt," she told Evan. "Help me get him to his feet, but be careful. I think his left wrist might be sprained, or even worse."
Together they lifted the injured mutant to his feet. Deciding he had stood back long enough, the teacher stormed up to them, which was more than the students were able to do. "What is going on here?" he demanded.
Kitty looked at Kurt, but his golden eyes were cast down toward the ground. Finally she sighed, knowing the truth was the only answer that would do. "Kurt is a mutant," she told him.
The children immediately burst into appalled speech. "I knew it! Didn't I tell you?"
"I always thought there was something weird about him!"
"I thought he was just foreign!"
"Kurt's a mutant? He's one of those *freaks*!?"
Her hand clenching into a fist, Kitty felt rage burning up inside her. *If they only knew who were the real freaks here,* she thought furiously. "Kurt," she said quietly, trying not to lose her temper, "do you think you can 'port us out of here?"
He nodded slowly. Curling his tail around her tightly, he held on to both her and Evan, and with a cloud of blue smoke, they were gone. The students gaped at the spot on the grass where they had been standing, and as one they all began shouting at once. The teacher tried ineffectually to calm them down. Bobby and Remy stared at each other, still trying to process what had happened, and Pietro just stared at the ground, shaking his head.
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A/N: Nooooooo! Poor Kurt, WHY!?! Ahem. Sorry. Getting a little worked up over my own story, even though I know what happens. Leave a review, so I can be all happy and continue with the next chapter.
Wakizashi
tricksparrow@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Marvel's the one with all the money.
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Sie Sind Schön
an 'X-Men: Evolution' fanfiction
by Wakizashi
Chapter Two
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"Yo! Hey, Kitty, hold up!"
Shoving her locker closed, Kitty turned to see Evan running down the hall toward her. It was almost third period, and the bell was about to ring. Thankfully, they were both on their way to gym class. As Evan caught up with her, they fell into step beside each other. "What's up?" she asked him.
"That's what I was gonna ask you," he replied. Kitty looked up at him in confusion, and he continued. "You've been blowing off Kurt all day. First in science when he asked you for help, then at lunch you walked right past him after he saved you a seat. You mad at him or something?"
She sighed and shook her head. "No, Kurt's never done anything to make me mad." She paused. "Well, not *really* mad. I know I should apologize, and I will. I'm just... having a weird day."
Evan shrugged. "Fair enough," he said. They reached the locker rooms, and he waved to her. "See you in the gym."
Kitty wanted to pull her hair out. Was it so obvious that she was trying to avoid Kurt? She wasn't trying to be a jerk to him, but just being near him was making her feel... tingly. Yeah, that was a good word. It was like Kurt was a rubber balloon, and the closer he got to her, the more the hairs of her skin stood on end. But just because she was suffering from an inexplicable, insane crush, it was no reason to be rude to him.
As she changed into her gym clothes in the girls' locker room, she decided she had to apologize to him for her nasty behavior. He didn't deserve such treatment.
Pulling on her sneakers, she tightened her ponytail and headed into the gym. A few other students were already in there, including some of the mutants from the mansion. Remy LeBeau, that charming Cajun Rogue was so crazy about, was talking to Evan, and Bobby was shooting hoops with Kurt, waiting for the teacher show up. Evan caught Kitty's eye, and he gestured with his head at the German boy. She nodded and made a shooing motion with her hand.
For a while she just watched Kurt in action. He dodged Bobby's blocks with such speed and effortless grace, and he looked good doing it. His gym shorts were baggy, but he was wearing a tank top that revealed his thin but muscular arms. Like every other day at school, his image inducer was turned on, and instead of blue fur, he was five feet seven inches of pale skin, brown eyes, and dark hair that he brushed out of his face to keep his eye on the ball.
Kitty's chest tightened as she watched him. She decided that if she was going to have a stupid crush, she could do a lot worse than Kurt Wagner.
Distractedly, she noticed that the basketball was flying toward her. Her shoes squeaked on the polished floor as she made an attempt to get out of the way, and then all she saw was orange as the ball collided with her forehead. She felt her eyes cross, and she hit the floor with a thud.
Blinking her eyes back into focus, she waited for the ceiling to stop spinning. Then a face flooded her vision, smiling apologetically. "Keety spill in Aisle Six," said Kurt, grasping her hand and helping her up. The other kids laughed, and he patted her on the shoulder. "Sorry, Kätzchen. The ball got away from me."
Now dizzy from other reasons besides the impact of the ball, she shook her head. "It's okay," she replied, a wildfire of warmth spreading from his hand as it rested on her shoulder. "Look, Kurt... I'm the one who should be sorry. I've kind of, like, been snotty to you all day. I'm not mad at you or anything; it's basically my problem. Forgive me?"
Kurt smiled warmly, and she nearly became a pile of goo. "Ja, of course," he assured her. "And if you didn't have a reason before, at least you do now."
At that moment the teacher arrived, and Kurt's hand slipped from her shoulder. She mentally snapped her fingers. "All right, kids, sorry about the delay," said the teacher. "You know the drill, everyone. Ten minutes of stretching, then out to the track for some laps. We're gonna take full advantage of the weather and play some football today."
The students cheered, and Kurt's voice was heard above the rest with a resounding "Woo-hoo!" Kitty grinned and rolled her eyes as they all went through their stretching routines. By the time she was done with her laps (Kitty was a pretty fast runner, but Pietro Maximoff still managed to pass her three times) she was grateful for the rest as the teams were picked.
The teacher, as always, chose the team captains. "Okay, Paulson and uh... let's see," he said. "How about Wagner? You two split up the teams."
Kurt immediately chose Evan, Kitty, and to her distaste, Pietro. As much as she couldn't stand the little weasel, though, it was a good idea to have him on their team. But Kurt didn't to have all the mutants on one side, because the other team wouldn't stand a chance. So he allowed the other captain to take Bobby and Remy.
"Huddle!!!" Kurt yelled, making his teammates wince and cover their ears.
They pressed in around him, and Pietro asked in his quick, irritating manner, "So what's the game plan, huh? We got any nice moves to play on these suckers? Huh, German boy?"
Evan's eye began to twitch. "Shouldn't you be on Rydolin or something for your ADHD?" he muttered.
The blonde boy glared at him, and Kurt quickly shushed them both. "Here's what we are going to do," he said quietly. "Zack has the first throw. He is going to pass it to Evan. All the attention will be on him, and by that time I will already be at the endzone for him to throw it to me." His teammates nodded their comprehension. "Everyone has to make sure Evan doesn't get tackled, okay? Perfect, let's go!"
The huddle broke, and everyone took their positions on the field. All rested from the running they did on the track, they were ready to play. Zack Stewart gave a quick glance at Evan, and he nodded almost imperceptibly. The whistle blew, the ball fell neatly into Evan's hands, and Kurt was off like a shot.
Kurt was more comfortable running on both his hands and feet, but when he had to run upright, he was shockingly fast. By the time Evan had thrown the ball, he was over halfway to the goal line. Kitty cheered him on along with the rest of the team, but suddenly she noticed one of the members of the other team running toward him.
She elbowed Pietro, and the both of them took off after the boy who was threatening to mess up their perfect game plan. Several of their teammates also noticed and followed suit, which made the other team begin to pursue *them*. Before long half the players on the field were making their frenzied way toward Kurt.
He was, however, oblivious to everything but the ball as it spiraled toward him through the air. He had already reached the endzone, and it was coming toward him. He was going to catch it. He was going to score their first touchdown. Holding out his hands, he shouted out, quite unnecessarily, "I got it!!"
And then the ball was in his hands. He had scored a touchdown. But he was pretty sure it wasn't the impact of the ball that knocked the wind out of him. Falling onto his back, he felt the weight of one of the other team members, and then two. Pretty soon he was all but crushed under the combined volume of half a dozen people. Still, he held onto the ball tenaciously. At least he had scored.
But he knew something was definitely wrong when a sneakered foot stepped on his left wrist, and he heard a crunch of breaking glass.
Kitty winced as she watched Kurt being swiftly buried under a bunch of sweaty kids. That couldn't be any fun. Someone shouted "Dogpile!!" and the teacher started blowing his whistle. The players didn't immediately get to their feet, but without warning one of them let out a frightened scream. Kitty's eyes widened in surprise, and to her horror she saw a long blue tail snaking out from under the dogpile, lashing wildly.
"Oh God," she whispered.
The kids began scrambling to their feet in a blind panic, and Kitty saw what had frightened them so much. Lying on the trampled grass, groaning in pain, was Kurt. The *real* Kurt. He clutched the football with a furry blue hand, and as he tried to sit up, he hissed through his teeth, revealing a set of gleaming white fangs.
"What is that!?" somebody shrieked.
"I think it touched me!!"
"Where's Kurt? What happened to Kurt?"
"Eww, it's so gross!!"
One by one, Kitty looked at all the other mutant children, and they all had the same expression of dread on their faces. Sooner or later - more likely sooner than later - they would figure out that the bizarre tailed creature holding the football *was* Kurt.
Without regard to what the shocked human students would think, Kitty ran over to Kurt and knelt by his side. He was in pretty bad shape; his limbs were covered in cuts and scrapes, and he was favoring one arm gingerly, as if it was sprained. Taking a closer look, she saw what she had feared all along. His holographic image inducer had been crushed, and was broken.
"Kurt," she said softly. "Are you okay? Can you get up?"
She heard startled gasps from the students, and voices asking in disbelief, "That's *Kurt*!?" But she ignored them, and asked again: "Can you stand, Kurt?"
Biting his bottom lip, he shook his head. "My knee," he said in a tight voice.
Nodding, she waved her hand frantically at Evan. The boy was with them in an instant, but was unable to think of anything to say. Unfazed, Kitty hooked her arm around Kurt's right shoulder. "His knee's been hurt," she told Evan. "Help me get him to his feet, but be careful. I think his left wrist might be sprained, or even worse."
Together they lifted the injured mutant to his feet. Deciding he had stood back long enough, the teacher stormed up to them, which was more than the students were able to do. "What is going on here?" he demanded.
Kitty looked at Kurt, but his golden eyes were cast down toward the ground. Finally she sighed, knowing the truth was the only answer that would do. "Kurt is a mutant," she told him.
The children immediately burst into appalled speech. "I knew it! Didn't I tell you?"
"I always thought there was something weird about him!"
"I thought he was just foreign!"
"Kurt's a mutant? He's one of those *freaks*!?"
Her hand clenching into a fist, Kitty felt rage burning up inside her. *If they only knew who were the real freaks here,* she thought furiously. "Kurt," she said quietly, trying not to lose her temper, "do you think you can 'port us out of here?"
He nodded slowly. Curling his tail around her tightly, he held on to both her and Evan, and with a cloud of blue smoke, they were gone. The students gaped at the spot on the grass where they had been standing, and as one they all began shouting at once. The teacher tried ineffectually to calm them down. Bobby and Remy stared at each other, still trying to process what had happened, and Pietro just stared at the ground, shaking his head.
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A/N: Nooooooo! Poor Kurt, WHY!?! Ahem. Sorry. Getting a little worked up over my own story, even though I know what happens. Leave a review, so I can be all happy and continue with the next chapter.
Wakizashi
tricksparrow@hotmail.com