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A/N: Thank you Xiowolfe, and Wolvies gal 1 for your reviews (And the Wolvie plushie, ::hugs it:: ^___^). Thank you Hello201 for your review and the fan mail, that made my day. ^_^
A/N #2: I guess you all are wondering how old Kimla is, huh? Kinda forgot 'bout that part. ::Smiles sheepishly:: Kimla is 23 years old.
A/N #3: (so many of these… ::Sighs::) This chapter takes place a month after the last chapter.
Okay I'm done now, read on!!! ^_________^
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Kitty watched the grin pull at Kimla's lips in shock, "Like, no way! You're like, crazy if you're gonna like, do that!" She sputtered then shook her head, "No!"
Kimla laughed resting her hand on the doorknob, "Come on Kitty, he wont be home for another hour."
"But like, nobody touches Logan's stuff and gets away with it."
Kimla rolled her eyes and opened the door checking out the hallway before she continued out the door. Kitty followed her wondering absentmindedly when Kimla had started to act normal, rather than the quite depressed woman that had wandered to the mansion over two months ago.
She paused watching Kimla walk into Logan's room without hesitation then walk back out holding a pair of orange and black combat boots.
"What's with you and those boots?" Kitty asked following Kimla back to her room.
Kimla shrugged, "Always wanted a pair, I guess," She smirked sitting down on her bed, "Besides," She grinned pulling on the boots, "They match my hair."
Kitty rolled her eyes, "Like, no they don't! They like, totally clash with the blue!" She laughed at the thoughtful expression that crossed Kimla's face.
"You think so?"
"Yea."
"Oh well," Kimla smiled standing up and took a couple of steps, "Kinda big, but they'll do."
Kitty shook her head, "Like, I'm getting out of here before Logan comes home and finds you with his boots." She then disappeared out the door with a shout of "good luck" over her shoulder.
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(90 Minutes Later)
Kimla glanced around the hallway and sighed, Logan had been home for fifteen minutes and had yet to find out that his boots were missing.
"Good." She mumbled to herself as she walked out from her room still wearing Logan's boots.
"KIMLA!!"
She cringed at the growl/shout that echoed down the hallway, 'How did he… oh yea, that nose of his… shoot.' She then took off in the opposite direction knowing full well that NOTHING can stop an angry Wolverine.
Hopping down the stairs two at a time, she skidded past Kurt with a squeak that left a black smudge on the wooden floor. Kurt raised an eyebrow and turned just as an angry Logan ran down the stairs in his costume and socks.
"That way." Kurt pointed in the direction Kimla had run in.
"Thanks Elf." Logan grunted sliding on the slippery wood floor as he ran out the door.
Kimla ran down the hallway towards the large oak door to freedom, or a larger area of hiding space. The boots, a size too large for her feet, thumped on the ground as she struggled to run faster.
"HEY!"
She jumped at the thunderous growl and forced herself to run faster. Reaching the door, she came to a jerky stop as she pulled open the door and ran outside down the steps and into the grass. Not a second later the door busted outwards in an explosion of splinters.
"AHH!!" She screamed as Logan caught up to her and tackled her to the ground with a snarling grunt, "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!" She shrieked trying to pull her wrists out from the vice like grip.
"The boots." Logan growled tightening his hold on her wrists as he sat on her stomach.
"Dude," She gasped trying to hold in a laugh, "You're heavy! Have you been eating Hanks Twinkies again?" A strangled laugh exploded from her lungs.
"When did you become such a smart ass?" Logan growled.
"Can't breath…"
Logan smirked, "Gonna give me back my boots, or would ya rather suffocate?"
"That's… a… tough one." She snickered squirming underneath Logan's weight.
"Fine, I'll make the decision for you." He grunted managing to hold both Kimla's hands down with one hand as he grabbed for her foot with his other hand.
"No!" Kimla laughed kicking her feet managing to get her hands free.
Logan fell to the ground snagging Kimla's foot with his hand as she scrambled to stand up.
"Ah!" She cried out tripping and falling onto her face.
Pulling one of the boots completely off, Logan pulled it onto his own foot then leapt at Kimla's legs as she climbed to her feet in an attempt to escape. Trying to pull her foot free, Kimla fell backwards as the boot slid off into Logan's hands causing him to stumble backwards.
"Man," Kimla pouted, "Your feet smelled anyways!"
Logan shrugged walking off not expecting the rock that bounced off the back of his head.
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