A/N: Once again, thank you for all your reviews, especially RedLion! You're married, but you're not too proud to say you're too adult to love 'X-Men'. You rule! *high-fives you* You're an inspiration to our entire organization! And to anyone who was wondering, the title of the story is german (duh) for 'You Are Beautiful'. You'll see how that fits in later. And now, chapter three!
Disclaimer: I claim ownership to nothing. If you have any complaints, take your beef up with Marvel.
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Sie Sind Schön
an 'X-Men: Evolution' fanfiction
by Wakizashi
Chapter Three
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So that was where they stood. Kurt, Kitty, and Evan had left early, with the entire high school in an uproar about the idea of a furry blue mutant among them who could appear and disappear in a puff of smoke. One of the teachers had contacted all of the local news stations, and now the name Kurt Wagner was all over the media. Everyone at the mansion was hoping it would all blow over eventually, but no one was honestly expecting it to happen.
Kitty knew it wasn't anyone's fault that it had happened. It was just an accident; no one could have prevented it, because no one had seen it coming. It was too late to be worrying about what-ifs. It was Kurt she was worried about.
Since the incident on the football field, Kurt was immediately sent to the mansion's doctor. Dr. Hank McCoy had treated him for a hairline fracture in his wrist and a hyper-extended tendon in his right knee. After he was given a plaster cast and an elastic bandage, he was assigned a room to himself and ordered to get plenty of rest. Since it took considerable exertion to teleport, he was advised to avoid doing so until he was fully healed.
Which basically left Kurt stranded in his room.
Everyone at the mansion, including the X-Men, had signed his cast until there wasn't a square inch of room left that was not covered with words of love and encouragement. After what had happened, they knew he needed to be assured that they were in it with him.
He welcomed their visits, as always, with a sweet smile, but to Kitty it seemed full of sorrow. His secret was out, and he could no longer go to school as just another student. They all knew he was a mutant, and they would never look at him the same way again.
The next day most of the children who lived at the mansion were conspicuously absent from school, and the ones who did attend did not join in the mindless gossip and speculation that the rest of the school was absorbed in. Kurt's closest friends stayed home with him, he meant more to them than the consequences of skipping class.
After a while Kurt requested them to stop checking in on him, which worried Kitty half out of her mind. If he was rejecting the company of his friends, that meant he was depressed. It had taken a major catastrophe, but something had finally succeeded in getting him down. That was a bad sign in Kitty's eyes.
"Rogue," she said to her roommate, who was lying on her bed reading a magazine. It was almost ten o'clock at night and they had heard nothing about their injured friend. "Do you think Kurt will ever get over this?"
Rogue rolled over and propped herself up on her elbow, brushing her white-streaked hair out of her face. "Ah honestly don't know," she replied. "Ah mean, it takes a whole lot ta get Fuzzy down, but this was a pretty danged big deal. He's not gonna shrug it off like he does everything else."
Kitty sighed, knowing Rogue was right. "I know," she said, "but I'm still worried." Standing up in determination, she knew what she had to do. "I'm going to go see him."
"Whoa, hang on there, Kitty," Rogue protested. "Ya know he told everybody ta stop buggin' him. He's just gonna be ticked that ya didn't listen."
"Maybe he will. But he shouldn't be all alone right now, all like, stewing in his own misery. It's not good for him." She shoved her feet into her sandals. "You know he'd do the same for any of us." Rogue shrugged in defeat, too lazy to argue, and Kitty held her breath and phased through the door.
She hoped she wasn't making a mistake by intruding on her friend's privacy, and she knew it wasn't too late to go back. But what she had told Rogue was true; if any of them were feeling down, Kurt would be right there trying to make them feel better, whether they wanted him to or not. Walking down the hall to the door at the very end, she took a deep breath. Steeling herself, she lifted her hand and knocked.
"Kurt?" she said hesitantly. "It's me. Can I come in?"
There was a short silence, and then a soft, sad little voice answered: "No thank you."
Kitty frowned, hoping she wouldn't have to use her last resort. "Please? I really want to talk to you."
The voice was stronger this time. "Verschwinden."
"What?" she asked, confused.
"Go away, Keety."
She felt a brief wave of annoyance, but it quickly faded. *All right,* she thought to herself as she held her breath. *He asked for it.* She passed her hand silently through the wooden door, and followed it with the rest of her body. Once on the other side, she looked around. All the lamps were switched off, and the only light in the room came from the moon as it glowed outside the window. There was a plate of food on the bedside table, but it appeared to be untouched. Kitty knew something was wrong if Kurt wasn't eating.
Somehow Kurt had gotten out of his bed, and he sat curled up on the wide windowsill, staring outside. Kitty cleared her throat, but he didn't turn to face her. "Hey, Fuzzy," she said quietly. "You holding up okay?"
He gave a little nod, his gaze still fixed outside the window. "Ja," he answered. "Ja, I am..." His voice broke, and he finally turned his head to look at her. His yellow eyes, faintly luminous in the darkness, were brimming with tears. "Nein, I am not okay," he choked out. "They called me a freak, Keety."
Kitty's heart wrenched at the sight of his tears. She quickly crossed the room and sat beside him on the windowsill, gathering him into her arms. He collapsed instantly into her embrace, sobbing against her neck. His furry cheek was hot and damp.
"Oh, Kurt," she whispered, squeezing him tightly. "I'm so sorry all this has happened."
He sniffed. "Don't be sorry, Kätzchen. It was my fault. If I hadn't decided that I would be the one to score that first touchdown..." He gave a hiccup. "I was just being selfish."
"Don't say that," she said fiercely. "You are by *far* the least selfish person I know. It was just an accident. Nobody could have seen it coming."
His head sunk down to rest on her shoulder, and she just stroked his luxuriant dark hair. Having expended all his tears, he sighed. "Kätzchen," he murmured into her ear, causing her heart to leap into her throat. "Do you think... that there will ever be a day when people will see each other for who they are inside?"
Kurt's question brought tears to her own eyes, and she blinked them quickly away. "I hope so, Kurt," she said softly. "But people have never been very good at, like, accepting outward appearances." She felt him nod slightly, and she placed her hands on both of his shoulders, compelling him to look at her. "All I know is, if they don't accept you, Kurt, they're missing out on something beautiful."
He smiled, and at that moment she saw it was true. He *was* beautiful.
Slowly, she reached up and placed her hand on his warm, velvety cheek. He closed his golden eyes, leaning into her touch, and deep in his chest she could hear a rumbling purr, like that of a content jungle cat. His disobedient tail snaked leisurely around her waist, but this time neither of them minded. Kitty felt her head lean closer to his, and before she could stop herself, she brushed her lips lightly against his.
Kurt's eyes snapped open, and a fraction of a second slid by as they stared at each other. Then he closed the gap between them and kissed her deeply.
Her mind spun as he pulled her closer, his fingers teasing the delicate hairs at the back of her neck. She was not expecting him to be so fiery and passionate, and was certainly not prepared for such a perfect, heavenly kiss. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she kissed him back, running her hand down the length of his tail.
Suddenly she winced in pain, and Kurt pulled away, concern etched on his features. She tasted blood in her mouth, and immediately she realized that one of his sharp fangs had cut her lip. Pressing her finger against the cut, she took it away to see a small streak of red.
Kurt's eyes widened in mortification. "I'm sorry, Keety," he said, backing away from her.
She knew what he was about to do, and she tried her best to keep him from doing it. "No, Kurt, it's okay," she protested. "It's not bad, it's only a scratch."
"Forgive me," he whispered, humiliated.
"Kurt, please! I'm okay, Kurt, wait!" But it was too late. With a 'bamf' and a puff of smoke, he left her on the windowsill, her heart pounding from the kiss. And she had no idea where he had gone.
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A/N: Sorry it was short. I warned you. I also apologize for the sort-of cliffhanger. But don't worry, Kurt's okay! He's always okay. But of course, I won't keep you waiting for long. Review, is all I ask! It's what I thrive on! So if you'll excuse me, I have even more writing to do.
Wakizashi
tricksparrow@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I claim ownership to nothing. If you have any complaints, take your beef up with Marvel.
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Sie Sind Schön
an 'X-Men: Evolution' fanfiction
by Wakizashi
Chapter Three
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So that was where they stood. Kurt, Kitty, and Evan had left early, with the entire high school in an uproar about the idea of a furry blue mutant among them who could appear and disappear in a puff of smoke. One of the teachers had contacted all of the local news stations, and now the name Kurt Wagner was all over the media. Everyone at the mansion was hoping it would all blow over eventually, but no one was honestly expecting it to happen.
Kitty knew it wasn't anyone's fault that it had happened. It was just an accident; no one could have prevented it, because no one had seen it coming. It was too late to be worrying about what-ifs. It was Kurt she was worried about.
Since the incident on the football field, Kurt was immediately sent to the mansion's doctor. Dr. Hank McCoy had treated him for a hairline fracture in his wrist and a hyper-extended tendon in his right knee. After he was given a plaster cast and an elastic bandage, he was assigned a room to himself and ordered to get plenty of rest. Since it took considerable exertion to teleport, he was advised to avoid doing so until he was fully healed.
Which basically left Kurt stranded in his room.
Everyone at the mansion, including the X-Men, had signed his cast until there wasn't a square inch of room left that was not covered with words of love and encouragement. After what had happened, they knew he needed to be assured that they were in it with him.
He welcomed their visits, as always, with a sweet smile, but to Kitty it seemed full of sorrow. His secret was out, and he could no longer go to school as just another student. They all knew he was a mutant, and they would never look at him the same way again.
The next day most of the children who lived at the mansion were conspicuously absent from school, and the ones who did attend did not join in the mindless gossip and speculation that the rest of the school was absorbed in. Kurt's closest friends stayed home with him, he meant more to them than the consequences of skipping class.
After a while Kurt requested them to stop checking in on him, which worried Kitty half out of her mind. If he was rejecting the company of his friends, that meant he was depressed. It had taken a major catastrophe, but something had finally succeeded in getting him down. That was a bad sign in Kitty's eyes.
"Rogue," she said to her roommate, who was lying on her bed reading a magazine. It was almost ten o'clock at night and they had heard nothing about their injured friend. "Do you think Kurt will ever get over this?"
Rogue rolled over and propped herself up on her elbow, brushing her white-streaked hair out of her face. "Ah honestly don't know," she replied. "Ah mean, it takes a whole lot ta get Fuzzy down, but this was a pretty danged big deal. He's not gonna shrug it off like he does everything else."
Kitty sighed, knowing Rogue was right. "I know," she said, "but I'm still worried." Standing up in determination, she knew what she had to do. "I'm going to go see him."
"Whoa, hang on there, Kitty," Rogue protested. "Ya know he told everybody ta stop buggin' him. He's just gonna be ticked that ya didn't listen."
"Maybe he will. But he shouldn't be all alone right now, all like, stewing in his own misery. It's not good for him." She shoved her feet into her sandals. "You know he'd do the same for any of us." Rogue shrugged in defeat, too lazy to argue, and Kitty held her breath and phased through the door.
She hoped she wasn't making a mistake by intruding on her friend's privacy, and she knew it wasn't too late to go back. But what she had told Rogue was true; if any of them were feeling down, Kurt would be right there trying to make them feel better, whether they wanted him to or not. Walking down the hall to the door at the very end, she took a deep breath. Steeling herself, she lifted her hand and knocked.
"Kurt?" she said hesitantly. "It's me. Can I come in?"
There was a short silence, and then a soft, sad little voice answered: "No thank you."
Kitty frowned, hoping she wouldn't have to use her last resort. "Please? I really want to talk to you."
The voice was stronger this time. "Verschwinden."
"What?" she asked, confused.
"Go away, Keety."
She felt a brief wave of annoyance, but it quickly faded. *All right,* she thought to herself as she held her breath. *He asked for it.* She passed her hand silently through the wooden door, and followed it with the rest of her body. Once on the other side, she looked around. All the lamps were switched off, and the only light in the room came from the moon as it glowed outside the window. There was a plate of food on the bedside table, but it appeared to be untouched. Kitty knew something was wrong if Kurt wasn't eating.
Somehow Kurt had gotten out of his bed, and he sat curled up on the wide windowsill, staring outside. Kitty cleared her throat, but he didn't turn to face her. "Hey, Fuzzy," she said quietly. "You holding up okay?"
He gave a little nod, his gaze still fixed outside the window. "Ja," he answered. "Ja, I am..." His voice broke, and he finally turned his head to look at her. His yellow eyes, faintly luminous in the darkness, were brimming with tears. "Nein, I am not okay," he choked out. "They called me a freak, Keety."
Kitty's heart wrenched at the sight of his tears. She quickly crossed the room and sat beside him on the windowsill, gathering him into her arms. He collapsed instantly into her embrace, sobbing against her neck. His furry cheek was hot and damp.
"Oh, Kurt," she whispered, squeezing him tightly. "I'm so sorry all this has happened."
He sniffed. "Don't be sorry, Kätzchen. It was my fault. If I hadn't decided that I would be the one to score that first touchdown..." He gave a hiccup. "I was just being selfish."
"Don't say that," she said fiercely. "You are by *far* the least selfish person I know. It was just an accident. Nobody could have seen it coming."
His head sunk down to rest on her shoulder, and she just stroked his luxuriant dark hair. Having expended all his tears, he sighed. "Kätzchen," he murmured into her ear, causing her heart to leap into her throat. "Do you think... that there will ever be a day when people will see each other for who they are inside?"
Kurt's question brought tears to her own eyes, and she blinked them quickly away. "I hope so, Kurt," she said softly. "But people have never been very good at, like, accepting outward appearances." She felt him nod slightly, and she placed her hands on both of his shoulders, compelling him to look at her. "All I know is, if they don't accept you, Kurt, they're missing out on something beautiful."
He smiled, and at that moment she saw it was true. He *was* beautiful.
Slowly, she reached up and placed her hand on his warm, velvety cheek. He closed his golden eyes, leaning into her touch, and deep in his chest she could hear a rumbling purr, like that of a content jungle cat. His disobedient tail snaked leisurely around her waist, but this time neither of them minded. Kitty felt her head lean closer to his, and before she could stop herself, she brushed her lips lightly against his.
Kurt's eyes snapped open, and a fraction of a second slid by as they stared at each other. Then he closed the gap between them and kissed her deeply.
Her mind spun as he pulled her closer, his fingers teasing the delicate hairs at the back of her neck. She was not expecting him to be so fiery and passionate, and was certainly not prepared for such a perfect, heavenly kiss. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she kissed him back, running her hand down the length of his tail.
Suddenly she winced in pain, and Kurt pulled away, concern etched on his features. She tasted blood in her mouth, and immediately she realized that one of his sharp fangs had cut her lip. Pressing her finger against the cut, she took it away to see a small streak of red.
Kurt's eyes widened in mortification. "I'm sorry, Keety," he said, backing away from her.
She knew what he was about to do, and she tried her best to keep him from doing it. "No, Kurt, it's okay," she protested. "It's not bad, it's only a scratch."
"Forgive me," he whispered, humiliated.
"Kurt, please! I'm okay, Kurt, wait!" But it was too late. With a 'bamf' and a puff of smoke, he left her on the windowsill, her heart pounding from the kiss. And she had no idea where he had gone.
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A/N: Sorry it was short. I warned you. I also apologize for the sort-of cliffhanger. But don't worry, Kurt's okay! He's always okay. But of course, I won't keep you waiting for long. Review, is all I ask! It's what I thrive on! So if you'll excuse me, I have even more writing to do.
Wakizashi
tricksparrow@hotmail.com