ARG!!! I'M SO SORRY I POSTED THIS TWICE!!! Something funky is going on
with my computer and when I posted the story it came out al wrong!!!
Gahh!!!
*thoughts* because italics don't work.
^ telepathically talking ^ just because.
Kitty Pryde sat on the institute couch in the living room, flipping through channels. *Jeese, there is like, nothing on.* she scowled and after flipping past a Japanese soap opera, an infomercial selling ceramic, collectable pogo sticks, and a psychic palm reader, she finally shut off the TV and fell back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.
*You'd think a gazillion dollar mansion would have something for you to do.* She had been at the mansion for about 3 days, and she was still getting used to the place. She had gotten lost at least 3 times, and still had trouble finding her room. Luckily, two of the other students, Scott and Jean, were nice and had told her where to go. They, unfortunately, were both gone, leaving her bored with no one to talk to accept for that Kurt guy. Kitty shivered.
Kurt scared her. A lot. When she had been introduced to everyone when she arrived, he had looked just like a normal guy, and seemed really nice. Then he had turned off his watch thing, and turned into a fuzzy blue demon thing. Kitty had screamed, then fallen down the stairs and hit her head on the tile. It had hurt a lot. In fact, it still hurt. She tenderly prodded the sore, bruised spot on the back of her head, and winced. She was certain he had done that on purpose. *That stupid, skinny little--- RRRGH!* Kitty crossed her arms and pouted, only to jump about a foot off the couch and onto the floor when she heard a voice in her head.
^ You know Kitty, you really should give Kurt another chance. He didn't mean to scare you. ^ The Professor's voice rang in her head, and Kitty sighed, slightly peeved. She then screwed up her face and concentrated.
^ Yeah, I'm like, so sure he didn't. And why were you reading my mind? I thought you said you didn't go into other peoples' heads without their permission. ^
The professor sighed in her head. It felt weird. ^ Yes, I did say that, but I wasn't trying to Kitty. You were thinking a bit to loud I'm afraid. You still have yet to learn how to block your thoughts from others, not to project them. ^
^ OK, OK, I'll think quieter. Sorry. ^
^ That's perfectly all right. ^ Kitty sighed, prepared to get back to being bored, but sense that the professor was still 'on mind' with her, so she spoke again. ^ Did you like, need me for something? ^ She immediately regretted asking. She could feel his smirk in her mind from there.
^ Why, yes actually. ^
~
*STUPID KURT!!! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SICK???* Kitty stomped noisily up the stairs, muttering to herself. The professor's little 'favor' was for her to go and keep an eye on Kurt, who had been recently suffering from a really bad cold. *He did this on purpose!! I swear, if he gets me sick, I am gonna kill him!!!!!!* She didn't care if the professor heard her thoughts now. He was just plain crazy for sending her into a room, by herself, with a crazy, diseased animal!
Kitty reached Kurt's room and stormed through the door, not bothering to open it. (Her mutation was very handy when she was pissed) She glared around the room, daring the fuzz-butt to try anything funny on her.
Her eyes fell on the bed, which had a big lump in the middle of it. She was relieved. *At least he's like, asleep. Now he wont try to scare me or touch me or something.*
She walked over to the bed, pulled up a chair, and sat, staring at his sleeping form. He was lying curled up on his side, like a cat, with his tail hanging of the side of the bed. There was a mound of tissues on the floor, and Kitty made sure to keep her distance from those. She cocked her head to the side. *I guess he's not too bad.when he's sleeping.*
He mumbled to himself, speaking in a language she couldn't understand. Where had the professor said he was from? Germany sounded like it would be right, but she wasn't sure. She had been to busy screaming and nursing a concussion to care. Kitty felt a small pang of guilt. It was a very small pang, but a pang none the less. *The Professor said he had been through a lot lately. Maybe I shoulda been a little nicer to him.* Kitty slumped in her chair. Stupid conscience.
Kurt stirred, and looked like he was going to wake up. Kitty stiffened. He rubbed his nose and sniffled a little, and she relaxed again.
"ACHOO!!" BAMF
Kitty yelped and jumped back, her chair toppling over as she fell to the floor. "GAHHHH!!!! YOU STUPID FUZZY-" She searched her mind for a word. "Arg! I don't know what you are but you had better-" she stopped when she pulled herself upright and saw that he was gone. "Kurt?" Silence. She looked around the room frantically. "Kurt? Are you still in here?" Kitty panicked. *Oh my god where is he?* She heard a slight sniffle from under the bed, and lifted up the covers to find Kurt, still curled up in a ball. She sighed, relieved and miffed at the same time.
"How did you get under there?" She reached forward, paused, then grabbed his wrist in an attempt to pull Kurt out from under the bed. *Weird. His fur is so soft.* She shook her head, banishing all good thoughts about Kurt from her head, and started to drag him out to prop him back up on his bed. She still wasn't entirely sure how he had gotten there. Maybe it was his gift. She was sure the Professor had told her, but she had been too preoccupied with trying to get away from the fuzz ball to care. Another pang of guilt. *STUpid, STUpid conscience!!!* She was distracted when Kurt sneezed, and a rushing sound filled her ears. She staggered, still clasping Kurt's wrist. Her head was spinning wildly, and looking around she was pretty sure they weren't in Kurt's room anymore. Her stomach turned, and she blacked out.
~
Kitty opened her eyes. She was staring at the sky, and was wrapped in something soft and warm. She lifted her hand to her head. Where did that throbbing headache come from? She tried to push herself up, but was held tight by Kurt, who had his arms wrapped around her middle and purring softly. His tail had managed to wrap itself once around her leg and every once in a while would flick the spade tip back and forth. Kitty tried not to scream and quickly broke Kurt's grip around her waist. She stood up and involuntarily shuddered, trying desperately to wipe off any fur that may have stuck to her. She tried to uncoil his tail from her shin, but had failed. That thing was strong, and persistent.
Kitty stomped her free foot on the ground before looking around. They were on the roof. *Great. How the hell did we like get up here?* It had to be Kurt. Maybe that was his gift? He was doing some sort of disappearing thing or another, and had just happened to take her with him. Well, she would just have to take him back. She knelt down and put her hands on his arm, then phased, first through what looked like Scott's room, then down to the first floor where they landed on the kitchen table with a loud thud.
She managed to put one foot on the floor, but couldn't get Kurt to let go of her leg, and was starting to lose the feeling in her foot. Grabbing a chair for support, she tried to pry his tail off. Getting frustrated, she yanked harder, earning and disgruntled moan from Kurt. *Note to self. Pulling his tail hurts. May work to my advantage someday.* Kitty steadied herself for one final hard pull, and took a hop backwards. This just threw her off balance, and flailed her arms wildly to right herself again. This only made it worse, and she thwacked her arm on a chair and toppled to the floor, knocking the wind out of her.
"Ouch." She wheezed.
"ACHOO!!" BAMF
*thoughts* because italics don't work.
^ telepathically talking ^ just because.
Kitty Pryde sat on the institute couch in the living room, flipping through channels. *Jeese, there is like, nothing on.* she scowled and after flipping past a Japanese soap opera, an infomercial selling ceramic, collectable pogo sticks, and a psychic palm reader, she finally shut off the TV and fell back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.
*You'd think a gazillion dollar mansion would have something for you to do.* She had been at the mansion for about 3 days, and she was still getting used to the place. She had gotten lost at least 3 times, and still had trouble finding her room. Luckily, two of the other students, Scott and Jean, were nice and had told her where to go. They, unfortunately, were both gone, leaving her bored with no one to talk to accept for that Kurt guy. Kitty shivered.
Kurt scared her. A lot. When she had been introduced to everyone when she arrived, he had looked just like a normal guy, and seemed really nice. Then he had turned off his watch thing, and turned into a fuzzy blue demon thing. Kitty had screamed, then fallen down the stairs and hit her head on the tile. It had hurt a lot. In fact, it still hurt. She tenderly prodded the sore, bruised spot on the back of her head, and winced. She was certain he had done that on purpose. *That stupid, skinny little--- RRRGH!* Kitty crossed her arms and pouted, only to jump about a foot off the couch and onto the floor when she heard a voice in her head.
^ You know Kitty, you really should give Kurt another chance. He didn't mean to scare you. ^ The Professor's voice rang in her head, and Kitty sighed, slightly peeved. She then screwed up her face and concentrated.
^ Yeah, I'm like, so sure he didn't. And why were you reading my mind? I thought you said you didn't go into other peoples' heads without their permission. ^
The professor sighed in her head. It felt weird. ^ Yes, I did say that, but I wasn't trying to Kitty. You were thinking a bit to loud I'm afraid. You still have yet to learn how to block your thoughts from others, not to project them. ^
^ OK, OK, I'll think quieter. Sorry. ^
^ That's perfectly all right. ^ Kitty sighed, prepared to get back to being bored, but sense that the professor was still 'on mind' with her, so she spoke again. ^ Did you like, need me for something? ^ She immediately regretted asking. She could feel his smirk in her mind from there.
^ Why, yes actually. ^
~
*STUPID KURT!!! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SICK???* Kitty stomped noisily up the stairs, muttering to herself. The professor's little 'favor' was for her to go and keep an eye on Kurt, who had been recently suffering from a really bad cold. *He did this on purpose!! I swear, if he gets me sick, I am gonna kill him!!!!!!* She didn't care if the professor heard her thoughts now. He was just plain crazy for sending her into a room, by herself, with a crazy, diseased animal!
Kitty reached Kurt's room and stormed through the door, not bothering to open it. (Her mutation was very handy when she was pissed) She glared around the room, daring the fuzz-butt to try anything funny on her.
Her eyes fell on the bed, which had a big lump in the middle of it. She was relieved. *At least he's like, asleep. Now he wont try to scare me or touch me or something.*
She walked over to the bed, pulled up a chair, and sat, staring at his sleeping form. He was lying curled up on his side, like a cat, with his tail hanging of the side of the bed. There was a mound of tissues on the floor, and Kitty made sure to keep her distance from those. She cocked her head to the side. *I guess he's not too bad.when he's sleeping.*
He mumbled to himself, speaking in a language she couldn't understand. Where had the professor said he was from? Germany sounded like it would be right, but she wasn't sure. She had been to busy screaming and nursing a concussion to care. Kitty felt a small pang of guilt. It was a very small pang, but a pang none the less. *The Professor said he had been through a lot lately. Maybe I shoulda been a little nicer to him.* Kitty slumped in her chair. Stupid conscience.
Kurt stirred, and looked like he was going to wake up. Kitty stiffened. He rubbed his nose and sniffled a little, and she relaxed again.
"ACHOO!!" BAMF
Kitty yelped and jumped back, her chair toppling over as she fell to the floor. "GAHHHH!!!! YOU STUPID FUZZY-" She searched her mind for a word. "Arg! I don't know what you are but you had better-" she stopped when she pulled herself upright and saw that he was gone. "Kurt?" Silence. She looked around the room frantically. "Kurt? Are you still in here?" Kitty panicked. *Oh my god where is he?* She heard a slight sniffle from under the bed, and lifted up the covers to find Kurt, still curled up in a ball. She sighed, relieved and miffed at the same time.
"How did you get under there?" She reached forward, paused, then grabbed his wrist in an attempt to pull Kurt out from under the bed. *Weird. His fur is so soft.* She shook her head, banishing all good thoughts about Kurt from her head, and started to drag him out to prop him back up on his bed. She still wasn't entirely sure how he had gotten there. Maybe it was his gift. She was sure the Professor had told her, but she had been too preoccupied with trying to get away from the fuzz ball to care. Another pang of guilt. *STUpid, STUpid conscience!!!* She was distracted when Kurt sneezed, and a rushing sound filled her ears. She staggered, still clasping Kurt's wrist. Her head was spinning wildly, and looking around she was pretty sure they weren't in Kurt's room anymore. Her stomach turned, and she blacked out.
~
Kitty opened her eyes. She was staring at the sky, and was wrapped in something soft and warm. She lifted her hand to her head. Where did that throbbing headache come from? She tried to push herself up, but was held tight by Kurt, who had his arms wrapped around her middle and purring softly. His tail had managed to wrap itself once around her leg and every once in a while would flick the spade tip back and forth. Kitty tried not to scream and quickly broke Kurt's grip around her waist. She stood up and involuntarily shuddered, trying desperately to wipe off any fur that may have stuck to her. She tried to uncoil his tail from her shin, but had failed. That thing was strong, and persistent.
Kitty stomped her free foot on the ground before looking around. They were on the roof. *Great. How the hell did we like get up here?* It had to be Kurt. Maybe that was his gift? He was doing some sort of disappearing thing or another, and had just happened to take her with him. Well, she would just have to take him back. She knelt down and put her hands on his arm, then phased, first through what looked like Scott's room, then down to the first floor where they landed on the kitchen table with a loud thud.
She managed to put one foot on the floor, but couldn't get Kurt to let go of her leg, and was starting to lose the feeling in her foot. Grabbing a chair for support, she tried to pry his tail off. Getting frustrated, she yanked harder, earning and disgruntled moan from Kurt. *Note to self. Pulling his tail hurts. May work to my advantage someday.* Kitty steadied herself for one final hard pull, and took a hop backwards. This just threw her off balance, and flailed her arms wildly to right herself again. This only made it worse, and she thwacked her arm on a chair and toppled to the floor, knocking the wind out of her.
"Ouch." She wheezed.
"ACHOO!!" BAMF