Disclaimer: Screw all of you!!!! LOL, jk. I've had the suckiest day on the
face of the earth, and I need to write. So, Im gonna ignore the vote, I'm
gonna decide about the baby. You probably wont find out about it for a
while anyways. Besides, it will be a good story.
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Kurt had never been so angry in his life. He felt cold hatred surge through him, and it was all because of that slime ball, Duncan Matthews. HE had done this to Kitty. HE had ruined her life, and taken advantage of her while she was helpless.
Boy, was Duncan Matthews gonna rue the day he crossed the X-Men.
After putting Kitty in bed, he headed down to the training room. He needed to let off some steam.
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Kurt leaned on the punching bag, breathing heavily. It was 2 AM, and he was still training. He'd been on the bars, run on the treadmill, ridden the bikes, and left the exercise room a mess.
He took a quick wash in the adjoining locker room, and *BAMFed* to his room upstairs. He couldn't sleep yet; he was still high from exercising. He sat down at his desk, and turned on the light.
He decided to do something useful. He fired his computer and logged on to the Internet. He went to his favorite search engine, "Moogle," and typed in "rape." He was shocked to see 6,830,000 search results. He became engrossed, and the next thing he knew, it was time to go down to breakfast. He quickly changed, and *BAMFed* downstairs.
The rest of the team was already there. Kitty just seemed to be picking at her food. The adults kept taking side-glances at her. Once she realized this, she said, "Excuse me. I'm going for a walk." She got up quietly, picked up her jacket, and headed out the door.
It was getting chilly, even for November. She hugged the coat tightly around her waist. She decided to go around the back of the estates, where it was nice and secluded.
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Kurt grabbed a couple Pop Tarts, and headed outside. He figured she would've gone out back; she liked it there.
He saw her there, standing at the edge of the cliff. She seemed deep in thought. He *BAMFed* over there and tapped her on the back.
"Gah!" she yelled, startled. She turned around and smiled. "Hi, Kurt."
"Hey, Kitty. I saw you didn't have any breakfast, so, here." He handed her one of the pastries, and they walked over to one of the gazebos a near the edge of the woods. They sat together on the love bench, swinging quietly.
When they had finished, Kitty said, "Thanks, Kurt." She smiled at him. "No problem, my Katzchen." She leaned her head on his shoulder, and they just sat there.
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Kitty looked through her wardrobe, trying to find something that would go nice for a date. She decided on a nice, red, form-fitting turtleneck. She chose some black jeans, and put her hair up in a nice bun. She put on some light makeup, and got some nice black high tops.
She and Kurt met in the foyer, and they headed to the garage (Kurt had asked for permission to borrow his car). Kurt started the engine, and they left the manor.
When Kurt passed the main road, with all the restaurants, Kitty looked at him quizzically. He just smiled, and drove uphill.
They pulled into a small parking lot on top of the large hill that overlooked all of Bayville.
Kurt took Kitty's hand and led her for a short walk inside the woods. They came to a small clearing, where, to Kitty's delight, a table was set up with candles, and two empty dishes.
"Oh, Kurt!" Kitty squealed in delight. He pulled out her chair, and motioned for her to sit. After pushing her in, he stood next to a cooler, which sat next to the table.
Taking on a fake French accent, he said, "Pardon me, mademoiselle, but dinner is served." He opened the cooler revealing two bottles of Pepsi, and two dishes of chicken salad. "Mmm," Kitty said. "How delightful!" in a fake snooty tone. "And I believe the Pepsi is to cleanse our palette, no?" Kurt laughed, and served the food.
They had a great time that night, joking around and telling each other about their lives before the X-Men.
After the main course, Kurt took out two slices of French Silk Pie. Kitty laughed, and once again regained her snooty tone. "Why, sir. I do believe that French silk is not technically French!" she said, pretending to be insulted.
Kurt sat down, and picked at his food. He obviously had something on his mind.
"Kurt?" Kitty asked. "Is something the matter?" He looked up at her, blushing. "Well, Kitty, actually, there is." He began. " I've loved you for a long time now, and I've always wanted to ask you something." He reached down behind the cooler, and pressed a button. Soft music filled the clearing. "Would you like to dance?"
Blushing furiously, Kitty nodded and took his outreached hand. She put her head gently on his chest. Kurt felt Kitty's head, and breathed in the light scent of her coconut shampoo. He loved her so much that it hurt sometimes. But now he had her. Kurt and Kitty were together.
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The next day was uneventful. Those who hadn't put off their homework until Sunday just hung around the mansion lazily, watching those procrastinators work.
Kitty and Kurt watched a movie together, lying on the couch, just enjoying each other's company.
Like I said, it was an uneventful day.
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PS, heh heh. Sorry foe the ranting before, I was just really pissed off. And no, I haven't found my cell. I like this chappy, don't you? Review!
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Kurt had never been so angry in his life. He felt cold hatred surge through him, and it was all because of that slime ball, Duncan Matthews. HE had done this to Kitty. HE had ruined her life, and taken advantage of her while she was helpless.
Boy, was Duncan Matthews gonna rue the day he crossed the X-Men.
After putting Kitty in bed, he headed down to the training room. He needed to let off some steam.
* * * * *
Kurt leaned on the punching bag, breathing heavily. It was 2 AM, and he was still training. He'd been on the bars, run on the treadmill, ridden the bikes, and left the exercise room a mess.
He took a quick wash in the adjoining locker room, and *BAMFed* to his room upstairs. He couldn't sleep yet; he was still high from exercising. He sat down at his desk, and turned on the light.
He decided to do something useful. He fired his computer and logged on to the Internet. He went to his favorite search engine, "Moogle," and typed in "rape." He was shocked to see 6,830,000 search results. He became engrossed, and the next thing he knew, it was time to go down to breakfast. He quickly changed, and *BAMFed* downstairs.
The rest of the team was already there. Kitty just seemed to be picking at her food. The adults kept taking side-glances at her. Once she realized this, she said, "Excuse me. I'm going for a walk." She got up quietly, picked up her jacket, and headed out the door.
It was getting chilly, even for November. She hugged the coat tightly around her waist. She decided to go around the back of the estates, where it was nice and secluded.
* * * * *
Kurt grabbed a couple Pop Tarts, and headed outside. He figured she would've gone out back; she liked it there.
He saw her there, standing at the edge of the cliff. She seemed deep in thought. He *BAMFed* over there and tapped her on the back.
"Gah!" she yelled, startled. She turned around and smiled. "Hi, Kurt."
"Hey, Kitty. I saw you didn't have any breakfast, so, here." He handed her one of the pastries, and they walked over to one of the gazebos a near the edge of the woods. They sat together on the love bench, swinging quietly.
When they had finished, Kitty said, "Thanks, Kurt." She smiled at him. "No problem, my Katzchen." She leaned her head on his shoulder, and they just sat there.
* * * * *
Kitty looked through her wardrobe, trying to find something that would go nice for a date. She decided on a nice, red, form-fitting turtleneck. She chose some black jeans, and put her hair up in a nice bun. She put on some light makeup, and got some nice black high tops.
She and Kurt met in the foyer, and they headed to the garage (Kurt had asked for permission to borrow his car). Kurt started the engine, and they left the manor.
When Kurt passed the main road, with all the restaurants, Kitty looked at him quizzically. He just smiled, and drove uphill.
They pulled into a small parking lot on top of the large hill that overlooked all of Bayville.
Kurt took Kitty's hand and led her for a short walk inside the woods. They came to a small clearing, where, to Kitty's delight, a table was set up with candles, and two empty dishes.
"Oh, Kurt!" Kitty squealed in delight. He pulled out her chair, and motioned for her to sit. After pushing her in, he stood next to a cooler, which sat next to the table.
Taking on a fake French accent, he said, "Pardon me, mademoiselle, but dinner is served." He opened the cooler revealing two bottles of Pepsi, and two dishes of chicken salad. "Mmm," Kitty said. "How delightful!" in a fake snooty tone. "And I believe the Pepsi is to cleanse our palette, no?" Kurt laughed, and served the food.
They had a great time that night, joking around and telling each other about their lives before the X-Men.
After the main course, Kurt took out two slices of French Silk Pie. Kitty laughed, and once again regained her snooty tone. "Why, sir. I do believe that French silk is not technically French!" she said, pretending to be insulted.
Kurt sat down, and picked at his food. He obviously had something on his mind.
"Kurt?" Kitty asked. "Is something the matter?" He looked up at her, blushing. "Well, Kitty, actually, there is." He began. " I've loved you for a long time now, and I've always wanted to ask you something." He reached down behind the cooler, and pressed a button. Soft music filled the clearing. "Would you like to dance?"
Blushing furiously, Kitty nodded and took his outreached hand. She put her head gently on his chest. Kurt felt Kitty's head, and breathed in the light scent of her coconut shampoo. He loved her so much that it hurt sometimes. But now he had her. Kurt and Kitty were together.
* * * * *
The next day was uneventful. Those who hadn't put off their homework until Sunday just hung around the mansion lazily, watching those procrastinators work.
Kitty and Kurt watched a movie together, lying on the couch, just enjoying each other's company.
Like I said, it was an uneventful day.
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PS, heh heh. Sorry foe the ranting before, I was just really pissed off. And no, I haven't found my cell. I like this chappy, don't you? Review!