And now for something completely different. I will attempt a genre of fanfiction that I have never touched: the Drabble. Drabbles are, if I understand correctly, pieces that are really, really short.
All three of these drabbles seem to involve Kitty. Don't ask me why. There is no Kurtty in these, so those who have not yet embraced the idea need not fear.
=== 3 DRABBLES ===
~@~ Kitty's Haiku ~@~
Kitty Pryde moaned in frustration. She was hunched over her desk, scribbling. It was past midnight and she still hadn't finished her English assignment: "Write a haiku. It must be clever, or inspired. Due Tomorrow!" --- which was technically today.
BAMF
"Kurt, go away."
Kurt ignored her. "Vassap, Keety? Vhy ah you up so late?"
Another moan. "I have to write a stupid haiku for English, and it's supposed to be inspired, and I can't think of anything!"
"Hmm. Vell, you know, sometimes, inspiration is jast seeing za everyday in a new light." She felt his hand, warm and fuzzy, on her shoulder. "You'll sink of somesing. Güte nacht, Keety."
A smile. "Thanks, Kurt. G'night."
BAMF
She stared down at the paper. Then something hit her, hard, and the words started flowing. 5-7-5, she reminded herself, and counted syllables on her fingers. She looked down at the results.
white-black smoke fans out
yellow eyes blinking at me
that smile --- nuts but nice
the horror! a snake
slithers 'round my waist, but no …
it is just his tail.
you can always tell
when Kurt's been in the kitchen …
all the food is gone.
Laughing, she crossed the first two out (too revealing). But she read the last one again, and grinned, and realized she had her haiku.
THE END
~@~ Mr. Fluffle ~@~
Kitty was flying over Chicago, wearing her pink pajamas. Her stuffed dragon, Mr. Fluffle, was tucked under one arm.
"Whee!!" she yelled, and flew over downtown, the wind in her face.
Suddenly, her flight slowed. And like some sort of awful carnival ride, she dropped like a stone. Her jowls were flapping from the wind, her eyes were rolling back in her head from the G-force, and she was screaming, and falling, and falling …
Just before she hit the cement, she woke up in a cold sweat. She was lying on a bed in a very dark room, on top of the covers, panting. Assuming she'd kicked the covers off herself during her nightmare, she crawled under the blankets and tried to go to sleep.
She felt around in the dark, trying to locate her stuffed animal.
Had she only looked up, she would have realized that her dragon was phased halfway through the ceiling above her, along with most of her bedding. That damn falling nightmare was vicious --- and the result was always the same. Only this time, instead of landing in a basement, she'd landed in someone else's bedroom.
Snuffling about with closed eyes and quivering breaths, she felt something big and fuzzy next to her and without hesitation, wrapped her arms around it and snuggled.
"Mmm. Mr. Fluffle," she murmured.
Trapped in her grip, Kurt Wagner's eyes went wide as dinner plates.
THE END
~@~ The Note ~@~
It was Kitty's birthday, and Kurt had bought her a cute t-shirt to replace the one that he'd accidentally stretched out a few weeks ago. It stated simply, "I'm Cute" on the front, and "Hug Me!" on the back. Of course, the thought of her wearing it around Lance was gag-worthy, but he knew she'd like it. He carefully placed it in a box, wrapped it, and set about writing a note.
That night at dinner, a few of the students gave Kitty presents. She opened a joint present from Scott and Jean --- leg warmers and a bag of coffee.
"I know you just started ballet. The leg warmers are for class. You'll need 'em when the mornings get cold," Jean explained.
"And you stay up so late, we figured you could use some coffee, too," Scott added.
Kitty smiled. The use of "we" was not lost on her. "Aw, thanks, guys!" she said, and hugged them both.
After a pet rock from Evan ("Isn't it cool?") and a pop CD from Rogue ("B'leeve me, it's tha most painful purchase ah evah made,") Kurt handed her his present. Kitty kept the note for later, opened the box, squealed over the shirt, and was very happy.
Later, alone in her room, she read what Kurt had written.
Deer Keetee,
Happie Burthday! Hope u like this shirt. I peeked it out because it vass kül, like u. :) Sorree für the bad spellink, I am trying too gett better. Ennyway, hope u like the pressent.
Luv,
Kurt
Something about the unruly scrawl and innocent sentiment, not to mention the horrific spelling, touched something in her. She felt her eyes getting puffy. And when Kurt knocked on her door a few minutes later, he found her sitting on the floor, holding his note, and crying.
He was a bit alarmed. "Keety? Vhat happened?"
"Nothing. You're just, like, really sweet, an' junk," she said simply, wiping her eyes. She sniffed, and looked at him. "Don't ever change, kay?"
Kurt smiled at her. "I vouldn't dream of it."
THE END
Yee ha! Drabbles rock! What fun! Well, I suppose now's as good a time to say this as ever: the Project is starting to wind down. I have a quick Kurtty (run for your lives), at least one other story, and then it should be time to write the grand finale.
Much luv too u all,
Kiki
