~I finally got around to continuing this fic! Yay! ^^ I've had the first half-page kicking around in my My Documents for nearly a month now, but I've finally finnished it off! Now, Danfred's been trying to kick me off for the last half an hour. ("Only five more minutes, I'm on a roll, here!"), so I'd better let her on. . .~
Gone Through
"Gone through. And no, you don't."
A sigh.
"You'll never understand."
{BAMF!}
Kurt reappeared in his bedroom, hanging upside-down by his tail from the chandeleir that seemed to have been installed for just that purpose. At least he had a small amount of privacy here, in his room.
His position, upside-down, would have been uncomfortable to most, but not to him. The blood rushing to his head helped him think, focus his thoughts, or just relax.
Or try to forget.
He was alone. . .
Kurt folded himself into a sitting position, still hanging upside-down. The young mutant found meditation always helped ease some tension, when his thoughts threatened to overwhelm him. He banished all thoughts from his mind as he slowly drew in a breath, held it, then let it go. He soon fell into the practiced breathing patterns.
He was calm. At peace. His worries were gone, for the moment.
A lone thought flitted across his mind.
'...bliss...'
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Kurt, are you like, in there?"
...That was a very short moment.
He didn't even bother opening his eyes.
"What do you want, Kätzchen?"
There was the faint {Shrrrroom} sound that always accompanied Kitty's phasing, and Kurt knew that she had entered in her own unique way.
"Woah, like, isn't that uncomfortable?"
Kurt sighed, and repeated, "What do you want, Kätzchen?"
"I just wanted to. . .Y'know, talk."
A faint {cr-creak} as Kitty sat down on his bed.
Silence.
An awkward one, but not a silence that Kurt was about to break anytime soon.
"So. . .Uh. . . What was all that 'chase' stuff, like, about?"
Kurt sighed again.
"How did your power developpe, Kitty?"
"Uh. . . I was like, sleeping, and I had a nightmare, and I like, totally fell through my bed, all the way into the like, basement. . .Why?"
Kurt ran a three-fingered hand across his face.
"My first teleport was much more. . . traumatic, to say the least, Kätzchen."
"What, some villiagers went medival on you, and like, burnt you at the stake?"
". . .Ja."
"Excuse me?"
"Ja. . . I was burnt at the stake, okay?" His voice cracked. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm already having enough nightmares about it, without bringing it up again, ja?"
". . .Are you like, serious?"
"We've already established that, Kätzchen. Just. . . Leave me alone."
There was silence. For a moment, Kurt actually thought Kitty had left.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Nein."
"Why not?"
Tears pooled behind his closed eyelids as a memory resurfaced.
"[Demon!]"
"[Hell-spawn!]"
"[Go back from wence you came!]"
"[Devil!]"
"[Demon!]"
"Ich bin kein Dämon!" He sobbed.
"I need English, here, fuzzy. . ."
"Ich bin kein Dämon. . ." Kurt moaned, repeating the sentence over and over in a quiet voice.
Kitty was more than a little freaked, now. She'd come to speak with Kurt (mainly because the others had glared at her to do it), and try to figure out what was wrong. 'How can I do this? I mean, if Miss Perfect can't. . .' When she'd come in, Kurt was hanging by his chandelier by his tail. That position was freaky in itself, but now he was in a tiny curled ball, moaning something that was obviously german, but. . . She had no real clue of what it was.
He kept repeating himself, though. . . and that last word sounded suspiciously like 'demon'. She could guess what it meant, with a little certainty.
The implications of his side of their short conversation, though. . . That was what boggled her mind. Kurt had been. . . burnt at the stake?
. . .Well, that'd explain why he's like, upset. . .
The Fuzzy-dude, who helped the others with their German homework, who always seemed to shrug off the 'mutie-baiting' at school with so much ease, the only guy who could participate in Logan's early morning training sessions with a degree of consiousness, had been nearly killed? Because he looked like a demon?!
She couldn't really grasp the concept.
". . .Omygod. . . I'm so sorry, fuzzy. . ." And with a faint {Shrrrroom}, Kurt was once again alone.
Kurt tried to calm his thoughts, as he had before, but it was much harder, with the memories still in the front of his mind.
"[Demon!]"
"[Hell-spawn!]"
Why had it been him?
. . .That was easy to answer. . .Because there wasn't anyone else that looked like a demon.
He was alone, like that. . .
Alone in so many ways. . .
He should be used to it, by now. But he wasn't, at least, not yet.
Kurt had sometimes wondered, when he was younger, and had less depressing things to think of, was what he really was. Most of the people that knew him called him an elf. . . He'd even wondered if he would live forever, like the elves in the stories that his mother told him.
He now knew that that was unlikely, but he still wondered, sometimes. . .
He was alone. . . He'd probably always be alone; seperated, somehow, from his family, different from the X-men, and even all mutantkind.
He'd experienced the worst, and in his family's case, the best, of humanity.
He was different. . . Alone.
All alone. . .
And he probably always would be.
Because of what he'd gone through, that the others hadn't.
The smell of burning fur. . .
He was alone. . . Different. Always was, and always will be.
Because of what he'd gone through.