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Anyway, here's the third chapter of the story I never thought would make it past chappie one. Wow, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: To be free, one must give up a little part of oneself.
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Kurt sat pensively on his balcony railing, staring out over the bay. He had the best luck, getting this room. The view was breathtaking.
Ever since coming to America, Kurt had gotten into the habit of staring out over the vast expanse of water whenever he was feeling homesick. His view was of the east, and he knew, that miles and miles in that direction, was his family, missing him as much as he missed them. But over time, his bouts of homesickness became less frequent.
Today, though, was another story. He had gotten his daily call from his Mama that morning, but she bore grim news. The family dog had died the night before. They'd had that dog since before Kurt could remember, and he was his best friend for most of his life. Needless to say, Kurt was feeling a bit more than upset.
He stared out over the water, thinking back on the times he spent with his pet, and missing Germany more than he ever had, when a hand grabbing his tail startled him. So much so that he fell backward onto the balcony.
"Whoa, sorry bout that," Tabby said, as she pulled herself over the railing and onto the balcony.
"Jeez, can't you knock on a door like normal people?" Kurt asked, aggravated. He pulled himself back onto his feet.
"Touchy, touchy!" Tabby teased. "It's as if you're not happy to see me!"
Kurt just scowled at her, noticing what she was wearing. "Where did that come from?" he asked, motioning at the jewelry.
"You like? It's my new look," Tabby told him, twirling dramatically. "Princess punk. I found them all hidden in Mystic's room. With this stuff." She held the papers out for Kurt to see.
He pulled the papers from her hands and glanced them over for a second. "They're German."
"Well, duh! Why'd ya think I came here?" she replied, walking past him into his bedroom. She plopped herself down on his bed.
"Oh, yeah, make yourself comfortable," Kurt said sarcastically.
"Thanks, I will," she said, sticking out her tongue. She put her head back onto his pillow.
Kurt was in no mood for her games today. He pulled his pillow out from under her head. "I was being sarcastic."
"I know," she stuck her tongue out again, lifting her head. "Ow, these earrings are frikken heavy. I don't know how anyone could wear them for too long." She slowly pulled the jewelry off and set it on Kurt's bedside table, before snatching back the pillow and getting comfortable. "So, what'd that papers say?"
Kurt glared at the girl before him. He hoped that the glare alone would do it, but it obviously didn't.
"Blue? Hello! Didya hear me?" Tabby asked, sitting up.
Kurt had to exercise every bit of control not to hit her. He wasn't a violent person, but she was really testing his nerves today.
"Tabitha, I didn't invite you here," he told her.
"Well, yeah, I know. I had to climb the damn wall!" she giggled.
"And I really don't want you here either," he told her coldly.
"So, what're you saying here, Blue?" Tabby inquired.
Kurt answered by lifting the girl off his bed and depositing her outside his bedroom door. Tabby looked up as he slammed the door with a huff. "Whatever!" she yelled. "God, boys can be so moody!"
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Kurt heard Tabby bitching on the other side of his door, but he really didn't care. He was having a bad day, and he wanted to be left alone. That was that.
He walked over to fix his bed. God, couldn't Tabby take a simple hint? What was wrong with that girl! He made it pretty clear that she was not welcome from the minute she had come in, but she didn't budge. And on top of it, she left all her crap here!
Kurt picked up the earrings and looked at them for a second. Upon closer inspection, he realized how extravagant they were. He looked at the necklace too. Where had Tabby found them? Mystic? Mystique's room? Good thing for Tabby that Mystique was out of town. Maybe not such a good thing for him. He wanted to see Tabby get her ass kicked right now.
His attention turned back to the jewelry. It really was quite amazing, He'd never seen anything like it before. He remembered the other stuff Tabby had brought with her, the German papers. She probably had wanted him to translate for her. The elf walked to where he had deposited the papers and began to scan them. He noticed a theme to the papers, they all seemed to be showcasing a young couple. According to the paper it was the Count Johann Bellwiegg and his young Countess. Kurt had heard of this Count, but didn't really know much about him. He continued scanning the papers, which pretty much documented the life of the Count and his wife. He read about their wedding, their life together, and finally, he read about the Countess's pregnancy. It was obvious that these two were the media's sweethearts. They were a very handsome couple, no doubt. But why would Mystique have these things in her room?
Although Kurt was less than thrilled about his newly found parentage, but at the same time, he was more than curious about anything surrounding his "mother". And this definitely aroused his interest. Here was something linking Mystique to Germany. But, what was it about this couple?
He began to study the paper's a bit more closely. He looked at places, he looked at dates. These papers were rather old, from before the wall fell in Berlin. Older than him. He studied them further, finally getting to the most recent of the papers, the one detailing the pregnancy. Upon seeing the date, it looked like the Count's child was born the same year as himself. But Count Bellwiegg had no children, to the best of his knowledge. He wasn't even aware that he was married. He wasn't even a Count anymore.
Things still weren't meshing. Until, he spied it. There, in that picture, the Countess. He squinted his eyes, pulling the picture closer to his face. That was it! Those earrings she was wearing, the necklace. It was the same that Tabby had left here, that she had found in Mystique's room. What was Mystique doing with-suddenly, it clicked. Mystique was a shape shifter. This Countess WAS Mystique. He didn't put it past her to marry a Count, the woman was thirsty for power.
So, here was Mystique, his birth mother. She had married a Count, in Germany. And she had become pregnant by him-no. No, it couldn't be, could it? Kurt could feel a tightness in his stomach, and his tail lashed out behind him, nervously. He went back to the last paper. The date was right. But, was it possible? Was Count Bellwiegg his father?
No, there was no way. He was stupid to even jump to those conclusions. There were many other ways Mystique could have ended up with the Countess' jewelry. She could have stolen it. Kurt shook his head at himself. It wasn't true.
He looked closer at the pictures. Kurt couldn't deny certain resemblances he saw between himself and the man. NO! It was just wishful thinking. You don't just find your father like this, things don't just fall into your lap.
But Kurt had to know more. He went back through the papers. He had to stop again on the picture of the Count and his pregnant wife. The man looked so happy. He was looking forward to becoming a father, it was quite evident in his smile. A smile that so resembled Kurt, it was scary.
Kurt pushed that thought aside. Wishful thinking, he reminded himself. He read through every single page, going over it all with a fine tooth comb. Ok, so the Count's kid was born in the same year as him, actually, in his estimation, right around the same time as him. That meant nothing! It meant nothing that this all took place in Germany, his birthplace. And it meant nothing that Mystique had kept all of this stuff. It aroused suspicion, yes, but it didn't mean that Kurt was the son of a Count.
The furry mutant stopped. He put the article he had currently been reading down, tears gathering in his eyes. It couldn't be true, could it? There it was, the proof he needed, in the paper before him. That was it. It was true, it had to be. He reread that caption, underneath a picture of the happy couple. He had to be sure he didn't imagine it.
"The Count Johann Bellwiegg and his Countess to be, American Raven Darkholme-"
Kurt didn't have to read on. The tears in his eyes began to spill down his cheeks, matting his fur. His father. He had found his father. His head began to swim with all kinds of questions. What had happened? Why hadn't his father or mother wanted him? The Count looked quite pleased in that one picture, he wanted to be a father. Well, yes, a handsome man like him would want to be a father, to a handsome child. A normal child. Not a disfigured mutant.
Kurt tried to push those depressing thoughts out of his mind. He had to stop jumping to conclusions! He had no idea why he was separated from his birth parents, and he shouldn't immediately assume. But no matter what the reason, he'd never know unless he asked. And now, at least, he knew who to ask.
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Chapter three. There's something that doesn't rub me right about this chap, but I can't put my finger on it. Anywho, please review!!
Kiki: Do I even have to tell you how much I love you? Seriously, you are the coolest person ever. I think you have reviewed every single story I have written, and you always have something constructive to say. Nothing beats it!
Sashi: even though ya didn't leave an official review, thanx for reading!!! You too are frikken amazing..
Anyway, here's the third chapter of the story I never thought would make it past chappie one. Wow, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: To be free, one must give up a little part of oneself.
~&~
Kurt sat pensively on his balcony railing, staring out over the bay. He had the best luck, getting this room. The view was breathtaking.
Ever since coming to America, Kurt had gotten into the habit of staring out over the vast expanse of water whenever he was feeling homesick. His view was of the east, and he knew, that miles and miles in that direction, was his family, missing him as much as he missed them. But over time, his bouts of homesickness became less frequent.
Today, though, was another story. He had gotten his daily call from his Mama that morning, but she bore grim news. The family dog had died the night before. They'd had that dog since before Kurt could remember, and he was his best friend for most of his life. Needless to say, Kurt was feeling a bit more than upset.
He stared out over the water, thinking back on the times he spent with his pet, and missing Germany more than he ever had, when a hand grabbing his tail startled him. So much so that he fell backward onto the balcony.
"Whoa, sorry bout that," Tabby said, as she pulled herself over the railing and onto the balcony.
"Jeez, can't you knock on a door like normal people?" Kurt asked, aggravated. He pulled himself back onto his feet.
"Touchy, touchy!" Tabby teased. "It's as if you're not happy to see me!"
Kurt just scowled at her, noticing what she was wearing. "Where did that come from?" he asked, motioning at the jewelry.
"You like? It's my new look," Tabby told him, twirling dramatically. "Princess punk. I found them all hidden in Mystic's room. With this stuff." She held the papers out for Kurt to see.
He pulled the papers from her hands and glanced them over for a second. "They're German."
"Well, duh! Why'd ya think I came here?" she replied, walking past him into his bedroom. She plopped herself down on his bed.
"Oh, yeah, make yourself comfortable," Kurt said sarcastically.
"Thanks, I will," she said, sticking out her tongue. She put her head back onto his pillow.
Kurt was in no mood for her games today. He pulled his pillow out from under her head. "I was being sarcastic."
"I know," she stuck her tongue out again, lifting her head. "Ow, these earrings are frikken heavy. I don't know how anyone could wear them for too long." She slowly pulled the jewelry off and set it on Kurt's bedside table, before snatching back the pillow and getting comfortable. "So, what'd that papers say?"
Kurt glared at the girl before him. He hoped that the glare alone would do it, but it obviously didn't.
"Blue? Hello! Didya hear me?" Tabby asked, sitting up.
Kurt had to exercise every bit of control not to hit her. He wasn't a violent person, but she was really testing his nerves today.
"Tabitha, I didn't invite you here," he told her.
"Well, yeah, I know. I had to climb the damn wall!" she giggled.
"And I really don't want you here either," he told her coldly.
"So, what're you saying here, Blue?" Tabby inquired.
Kurt answered by lifting the girl off his bed and depositing her outside his bedroom door. Tabby looked up as he slammed the door with a huff. "Whatever!" she yelled. "God, boys can be so moody!"
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Kurt heard Tabby bitching on the other side of his door, but he really didn't care. He was having a bad day, and he wanted to be left alone. That was that.
He walked over to fix his bed. God, couldn't Tabby take a simple hint? What was wrong with that girl! He made it pretty clear that she was not welcome from the minute she had come in, but she didn't budge. And on top of it, she left all her crap here!
Kurt picked up the earrings and looked at them for a second. Upon closer inspection, he realized how extravagant they were. He looked at the necklace too. Where had Tabby found them? Mystic? Mystique's room? Good thing for Tabby that Mystique was out of town. Maybe not such a good thing for him. He wanted to see Tabby get her ass kicked right now.
His attention turned back to the jewelry. It really was quite amazing, He'd never seen anything like it before. He remembered the other stuff Tabby had brought with her, the German papers. She probably had wanted him to translate for her. The elf walked to where he had deposited the papers and began to scan them. He noticed a theme to the papers, they all seemed to be showcasing a young couple. According to the paper it was the Count Johann Bellwiegg and his young Countess. Kurt had heard of this Count, but didn't really know much about him. He continued scanning the papers, which pretty much documented the life of the Count and his wife. He read about their wedding, their life together, and finally, he read about the Countess's pregnancy. It was obvious that these two were the media's sweethearts. They were a very handsome couple, no doubt. But why would Mystique have these things in her room?
Although Kurt was less than thrilled about his newly found parentage, but at the same time, he was more than curious about anything surrounding his "mother". And this definitely aroused his interest. Here was something linking Mystique to Germany. But, what was it about this couple?
He began to study the paper's a bit more closely. He looked at places, he looked at dates. These papers were rather old, from before the wall fell in Berlin. Older than him. He studied them further, finally getting to the most recent of the papers, the one detailing the pregnancy. Upon seeing the date, it looked like the Count's child was born the same year as himself. But Count Bellwiegg had no children, to the best of his knowledge. He wasn't even aware that he was married. He wasn't even a Count anymore.
Things still weren't meshing. Until, he spied it. There, in that picture, the Countess. He squinted his eyes, pulling the picture closer to his face. That was it! Those earrings she was wearing, the necklace. It was the same that Tabby had left here, that she had found in Mystique's room. What was Mystique doing with-suddenly, it clicked. Mystique was a shape shifter. This Countess WAS Mystique. He didn't put it past her to marry a Count, the woman was thirsty for power.
So, here was Mystique, his birth mother. She had married a Count, in Germany. And she had become pregnant by him-no. No, it couldn't be, could it? Kurt could feel a tightness in his stomach, and his tail lashed out behind him, nervously. He went back to the last paper. The date was right. But, was it possible? Was Count Bellwiegg his father?
No, there was no way. He was stupid to even jump to those conclusions. There were many other ways Mystique could have ended up with the Countess' jewelry. She could have stolen it. Kurt shook his head at himself. It wasn't true.
He looked closer at the pictures. Kurt couldn't deny certain resemblances he saw between himself and the man. NO! It was just wishful thinking. You don't just find your father like this, things don't just fall into your lap.
But Kurt had to know more. He went back through the papers. He had to stop again on the picture of the Count and his pregnant wife. The man looked so happy. He was looking forward to becoming a father, it was quite evident in his smile. A smile that so resembled Kurt, it was scary.
Kurt pushed that thought aside. Wishful thinking, he reminded himself. He read through every single page, going over it all with a fine tooth comb. Ok, so the Count's kid was born in the same year as him, actually, in his estimation, right around the same time as him. That meant nothing! It meant nothing that this all took place in Germany, his birthplace. And it meant nothing that Mystique had kept all of this stuff. It aroused suspicion, yes, but it didn't mean that Kurt was the son of a Count.
The furry mutant stopped. He put the article he had currently been reading down, tears gathering in his eyes. It couldn't be true, could it? There it was, the proof he needed, in the paper before him. That was it. It was true, it had to be. He reread that caption, underneath a picture of the happy couple. He had to be sure he didn't imagine it.
"The Count Johann Bellwiegg and his Countess to be, American Raven Darkholme-"
Kurt didn't have to read on. The tears in his eyes began to spill down his cheeks, matting his fur. His father. He had found his father. His head began to swim with all kinds of questions. What had happened? Why hadn't his father or mother wanted him? The Count looked quite pleased in that one picture, he wanted to be a father. Well, yes, a handsome man like him would want to be a father, to a handsome child. A normal child. Not a disfigured mutant.
Kurt tried to push those depressing thoughts out of his mind. He had to stop jumping to conclusions! He had no idea why he was separated from his birth parents, and he shouldn't immediately assume. But no matter what the reason, he'd never know unless he asked. And now, at least, he knew who to ask.
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Chapter three. There's something that doesn't rub me right about this chap, but I can't put my finger on it. Anywho, please review!!