Kurt kneeled in a darkened corner of the garden; his eyes shut tight, his head bowed in reverence. His lips mouthed a silent prayer, over and over again, using it like a mantra to ward off his sinful thoughts. Rain began to fall like tears from heaven, but Kurt, still deep in prayer, didn't seem to notice. Finally as the rain soaked through his threadbare clothing, Kurt finished his self-imposed penance.
He teleported to the covered porch of the mansion, and shook most of the rain off of himself. He was still soaked to the bone, and starting to get cold, but he didn't much care. He teleported again, this time to the room that had been set aside for his use. He still couldn't bring himself to think of it as his room.
Kurt stripped off his dripping clothes and hung them over the back of a chair to dry, then flopped onto bed, without his usual grace. Even though his body was weary, his mind was still to troubled to sleep. His fingers traced along the raised skin on his chest. A mark for every sin. His hand moved to the engraved skin over his heart. Pride. His first sin, and his first mark. He closed his eyes as his fingers wandered over other sins. Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy, and finally Wrath. When he was younger, his wrath and envy went hand in hand. His hatred of himself and his envy of 'normal' people.
Of all the seven deadly sins, there was still one that was not marked upon his body. But now, he was in danger of losing himself to that one sin. A face invaded his ruminations, causing him to shudder involuntarily. Mocha colored skin and dark eyes tempted him. They invaded his every though, his every dream. What he wouldn't give for one of her smiles, to feel her hand caressing his cheek. Kurt let out a soft moan, as his fevered imagination laced his daydream with carnal intentions. His hand began to move of it's own accord, down his chest, across his belly…
He suddenly froze. "Mein Gott.." he hissed to himself, as he bolted upright. He could not do that. He had to be strong. He could not give into that last sin. His eyes flew to the small balcony attached to his room. It was pouring outside. He stepped out, letting the cold rain fall upon him, in hopes that it would help wash away his guilt..
A/N: Yes it's short. But I wanted to get this bit done while it was fresh in my head. I want to thank Declared, Shian and Silma for reviewing =^_^= It really means a lot to me.. Remember, the more you press that little submit review button on the bottom, the quicker I upload chapters =^_^= Oh and again special thanks to Satsuki, who helped me with the German in the Prologue.