The day was right for the taking, as a new weekend drew near. Few days after Tora's bold questioning, the chains of school-life clasped around the younger students for two days. Freedom for them was spent wisely, either studying, sleeping, eating, making mischief and mayhem wherever they please, goofing-off with close buddies, or anything else a lazy teenager could plan upon the spur-of-the-moment.
Kurt's Saturday was spent bumming along-side Tora and Oasis, two of his funny-buddies, as they lingered around the city-side shops.
Oasis could hide her wings beneath a beige over-coat, the length of it apparent as the tips flowed centimeters above cold concrete. The tail was looped around her lean waist, the golden ring tightly placed on her tail tip depicting as a belt-buckle. The rest over her body was underneath a white tube-top, the edges frilled, and her thin legs brushing upon tan cargos, zippers and pockets galore.
Tora had slipped herself into a deep red Chinese-dress, black strings were tied just under her left shoulder, the dress, short as a skirt, was cut very short on her legs, but not unbelievably short enough to draw attention to prowling men mistaking her for a prostitute.
Besides that, she could easily be mistaken for a human, for she had forced her body to present a true-human form. The flowing hair stretching to the end of her back and beginning of her hind was no longer the dark gray it normally was. Jet black hair shimmered beneath sunshine rays. No stripes, to tiger ears or tail, no walking on the ball of her foot, she stood like any other woman would.
Her raven hair wasn't the only thing different in her looks as a human. Her eyes were no longer a bright, sparking flash of lime-green. Now they were dark, hazed, deep brown.
Kurt's digital watch made up for his looks, the hologram of skin had worked well for him many-a-time in the past, and this action was not something he was about to stop now. However, it was a hologram, and just that, it didn't make up for the short furs on his body, which Tora often pestered him about. His long tail was kept just like Oasis': wrapped tightly around a small waist, acting as a belt.
"Tora! Over there! A Chinese restaurant!" Oasis about had a fit, although she often did for many things in a sarcastic way.
"Right, like I be caught dead at American restaurant where they dish up China food…" Tora would never insult a country were society was free to speak it's mind-and, clearly, she was no exception-but Kurt had spoken much on relations of Oriental foods and MSG in America.
"Then vhy not try Germany?" a skin-toned, yet fuzzy, finger darted at a pastry shop, the name Süsse Träume evidently leading to it's German roots, "Lassen Sie uns gehen, jetzt!"
Kurt took off like a cheetah for pray, leaving confused ladies behind him, both neither knowing the European uttering that came from him just now. Their legs pumped as they followed him, twisting the shop-doorway corner and crashing into each other as Kurt, in awe, notes everything in the shop. The country's flag hung from the ceiling, images of his mother country were lined on each wooden wall, the smell of foods freshly baking giving the store the perfect touch, "Haupt…"
The owner approached the glass counter, below her all the beautiful sweets lay on display. She brought a smile, her elder face happy to see customers taken by her art of pastries, "What can I get for you, eh?"
Never letting a moment to let his true tongue speak pass by, he was joyful to order in German words, hoping she'd reply back as so, "Wundervoll! Mag ich etwas Schokolade Käsekuchen haben?"
The elder woman stood for a second, surprised. Had she known her German kin would wander in, she would have whipped up ten chocolate cheese cakes, "Selbstverständlich!"
The woman dashed off to the back, behind silver ovens and yeast mixers, while Kurt rocked on his heels, the greatest grin stretching on his face from the pleasure of knowing he could be his German self so close to the institute.
"U-uh…" Oasis had her jaw open a few inches, unpainted nails scratched scalp under brown locks of silk-like hair, "Y-you don't have any idea what they just said… do you Tora?"
Tora had her face similar to Oasis'… until that brilliant question was stuttered from her lipstick-tinned lips. All in silence, she pulled a napkin from it's dispenser, snatching the pen taped to the counter for checks and swiftly scribbling on it. The ball-point was gently set back to it's home on the counter, Tora spinning herself right back around and slapping the napkin in the flat palm of Oasis… not that she could read what it said…
是。.. 我讲德语。.. 愚笨。
The aged woman now handed Kurt a small box, the sweets of chocolate cheese cake he had ordered the prize within. Even though tied to his waist, the spear-like tip of his tail tapped on the rest of it, his way of blissfully wagging without getting caught for the mutant he was.
Jittering from excitement-it had been ages since he had last let his taste buds brush on chocolate cheese cake-prying fingers opened the triangular box as soon as it was handed to him, a rose tongue tapping his lower lip.
Little did this fuzz-ball realize both his allies leaping at him, one aimed at his legs, the other at his back, tackling him to the ground, the cake flipping from it's box and splattering on the white tiled floor. His next train of thought was to truly bitch on what in hell they had done, but the reason for their sudden outburst was soon answered as a BMW car tore the support beams like paper and shattered through the glass. The vehicle flew straight through the shop, little left holding up the roof and, to say the least, the shingles were last to fall on the three.
Dust settled, people gathered, and a long pause befell the area before anyone pulled their body from the devastation.
Oasis was first, trying to free herself from her over-coat, snagged on broken glass, wood, and whatever else this once cozy shop was made of. It ripped, getting to her goal a different way than she wanted.
It was pointless to keep the shredded coat on her much longer, her wings fluttering on her body and blurting out to the huge and still gather group of spectators she was a mutant.
Tora came second, her body back to looking it's normal way: human body, black stripes, hair not pitch black, eyes of green, tail, ears… she had morphed to withstand the blast and now saw what a costly mistakes that was. The group once gawking at Oasis with sneering lips and angry eyes put it's attention on Tora, such shouting as 'Another one!' and 'They fuckin' planed a terrorist attack!' were heard.
"You idiots!" Oasis just couldn't help herself, it seemed. Her shouts were thrown at the gathering of normals, her balled fist swiping at them as they gathered crumbled remains of the building and chucked them at her.
Kurt's body was last of the three to find it's way through the mess, lines of red bodily liquid traced down the side of his face, startling at the roots of his hair strands. It took him a moment to stand upright, thought, in the end, it was pointless as a bit of rubble landed upon his shin, his upper-torso fell over.
His digital projector had been smashed to hell, no wonder they hurled stones upon him as they did with Tora and Oasis. One smoldering selection of wood flung at him ricocheting from his forearm, which was guarding his forehead for that exact reason, "V-vhat are you all doing?!"
"God! What a fuckin' horrid creature!" Kurt would stop to note the public's remarks on his blue physique, but for the time being, he was too busy trying not to get more blood to drain from his skull by flying rocks.
"What the hell are you people doing?! I know you dumb asses have seen mutants before!" Oasis, as well as Tora, stepped themselves backwards as a mob formed, one on either side of Kurt, who's blood wept from his head.
"We're never had terrorist mutants!" A deep man's voice boomed above the rest, his tone wanting to roar and assert that he was going to take charge of the freaks, but a true bellow from the wild Tora put him back in his shallow place, her K-9 teeth growing in as her body took shape of a tiger.
Tossing his head, as well as a number of crimson droplets upon Tora's arm, Kurt's blurred eyes bounced at face-less normals, stones, smoldering wood, or metal beams in their hands, ready to beat down their better half in the evolution chain. Terrorist? What…? All he wanted was to taste simple chocolate cheese cake from a pure German much as himself, he never wanted the corruption of irrational thought and judgmental actions, "I just vhaned cheese cake…"
"Shut up, freak!" yet another man dared to step up to plate and challenge the mutants: one wounded and in dire need of care, the others mercilessly protecting him like mothers. The man was dragging something from the wreckage, something humanoid. The body was tossed over the man's board shoulder, a thick finger pointing at the three, "You're not getting your damn way out of a homicide!"
"Homicide!?" Kurt shuttered at the word, knowing full well what it meant.
"We didn't cause this you fucking idiots! We just wanted to eat!" Oasis persisted her cries of anger, she was ready to blast into battle, ready to stomp on the sinful asses of the disapproving.
"Ich tat nicht nichts! Lassen Sie mich leben, zu gefallen!" Kurt came crashing to his already scraped-up knees, tri-fingered hands reached out to the crowd as his blood-tainted lips spouted out native words.
Tora's body was beside Kurt's within a heartbeat, a huge white feline paw resting on his head with utmost care, though her roar and bared fangs to the crowds told her she wouldn't be so soft on them. Like all times when she stands before others as a anthro-tiger and speaks, her voice his low, deep, and powerful. It was, however, in this case, unpredictably calm, "...We had nothing to do with this… now… for all we know you people framed us…"
"Like we'd try and destroy our own city!" Tigress' attempts to bring this to a peaceful resolution were overlooked entirely… not something she took to kindly, as the flame of rage within her began to blaze.
"I know as God as my witness-"
"Our lord doesn't find you as people, you're freakish demons!" The rants continued to step on Oasis' words, it would seem the mob wouldn't listen to them, the psycho-Christians they appeared to be.
"How is judging us make you any better in God's eyes?" Tora hadn't given up her strength to the crowds just yet either, although she did safeguard Kurt, who had.
That shut their shouting mouths up fairly well, if Tora and Oasis were to ignore the fact mutters and murmurs of quite dark words ran wild in the circling normals. Kurt pushed his body up upon Tora's, his mind utterly lost in a confusion maze as it often was… but never to the point where his limbs quivered scarcely and clear tears from his eyes mixed with those crimson tears from his wound. It was just too fast for him, not only that, but it seemed to attack so much more than the already damaged respect of his mutant identity: this was a assault at his memories of his German lands, the land where he grew, the circus where his skills became his trade-markings, the people who once watched him only to swerve back around and attempt to burn his body at the stake. It would be the same way for Tora or Oasis, if their weak-point where to be placed under stress, he was sure they'd fall to their knees as well. He had found a place where he could feel at home, and in an instant, it was taken from him.
Of course, the question at hand was exactly who? Who took it from him? Who smashed it to crumbling bits by slinging a car in here like it where a rock?
"It had to be you three! We don't have… powers or… whatever to destruct buildings! You three were in it last!" Persistence was their strong point, needless to say.
"You all are just a bunch of stubborn-"
"Silence!" 'Interrupt Oasis day' was still going without a hitch, for it had happened a number of times to her today… this would be the last. A fresh figure was rapidly flung into the previously great situation, his body looming over the edge of a petite store once nestled beside the German bakery. He was painted in black shadow, or at least the front half of him was, as the sun spread it's bright arms behind him. As a snarl emerges from his dark face, his lion-tail whipped out wildly, the glitter of white fangs becoming visible.
Oasis could hold her breath no longer, not wanting to for this foe anyways. It was released in a odious groan, knowing exactly who it was by those fangs, and not liking one damn bit of it, "Oh great, Sabretooth… that's all we need now…"
To be concluded…