This chapter might be boring, if not more than the last one, but I promise, I'm not going to have some creepy Brady Bunch, or Happy Days kind of story (which I've seen on some of the Inu Yasha fan fics, where it's all in the future, and nobody gets hurt.. waaaaa). I swear to give all you fans, so far, six -.-, plenty of swears, and many ass kickings, just prepare for some Mom lecturing action ahead, WHOO! Let the parties begin!

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I ended up hopping to damn fast down the stairs, and skidded into a wall, which just happened to start the flow of blood out of my nose, again, "OW, fuck it."

"YORI!"

Oops.. I did NOT just say that, "Geez Mom, I just said frick! That's not a bad word!" I covered my nose and walked into the kitchen where I found Mom tapping her foot at me, which reminded me of several movies, but I ignored it.

I knew she was going to get into a big lecture about 'Bad words and you' but I showed her my nose and she completely forgot about that little word, and rushed to get some more tissues.

"Yori! What did you do?"

"I was thinking about something and ran into the wall."

"Thinking about what?" She asked as she handed me another tissue.

I grinned to myself, let's play a game. Let's see what shocks Mom more, "Oh, boys."

"Boys?? Yori, you're too young, I won't allow it!"

I scowled. Don't get me wrong, I don't really want to date, it's the fact that she won't LET me that bugs me, "I'm 16 Mom! I can DRIVE, but you won't let me do THAT either, at least without supervision.. so, are you gonna supervise my dates? Hmm?"

Mom sighed, "Yori, Yori, Yori, let's talk about this later, maybe when your nose isn't so prone to be bleeding all over my poor floors."

Oh, so THAT'S how it is, your precious floors are all that matters... Wait, why the hell am I so mad? Ugh, so confusing.

I shrugged it off, "Fine Mom, let's just eat." I sat down and turned the television on again, just old stuff, but as I watched the scrolling bar at the bottom, we were still on watch for the mall attacker. I sighed, just let the mutant off the hook, I'll bet he was being harassed!! Which reminds me, Kurt said he was hiding from people.. He's probably been harassed lots of times... and he's still NICE?!? Whoa, what's up with that guy? I wish most PEOPLE were like that... I clenched my fist, people really piss me off, even Mom has problems with mutants, but at least she's not as bad as most people. Like that guy I heard about, what was his name? Kelly? Yeah, he was going to run for Senator.

".... okay?"

"Huh?" I looked up and saw Mom looking at me extremely concerned. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my hand, and found that I had dug my fingernails into the skin, "Ooh, that hurts.." I looked at my hand in a dazed way, and mom gasped as she ran off to grab the Band-Aids and Neosporin.

"Yori, what made you so angry?"

I looked at Mom, "People Mom, it was people... I can't stand how people are, apparently to a point that I can hurt myself without noticing."

Mom bit her lip like she always does, and decided it was best to not say anything. As she finished bandaging my hand, a loud crash from upstairs startled us both. Oh no...

I jumped up and hurried towards the stairs. Mom was following me but I turned around and grinned, "Hey, it's okay, I left some stuff on my bed and it might've fallen off." Technically, I hadn't lied. Mom nodded and went to re-heat dinner.

I hurried into my room, which was now a cloud of smoke. I coughed and walked inside, "Kurt?" I coughed more violently, "K-Kurt?" What the hell is this smoke MADE OF? It doesn't seem to agree with me very much. I waved my arms around to try to clear it out. Well THAT didn't help. I walked in the direction of the window, and fumbled around with it. I finally got it open and stuck my head out as another coughing spasm took over.

I felt a hand on my should and froze, "Are you.. okay?"

I turned and let out a sigh of relief, "Kurt!" I was hit again by yet another coughing fit and fell to my knees. God this is getting old.

Kurt grabbed me like before.

*BAMF*

I was finally outside and surrounded by fresh air. I took a deep breath, oh I was never this happy to be able to breathe! I stumbled to my feet and turned around.

Kurt looked weakened from his teleportation. What was my clue? The fact that he was huffing and puffing as he rested on one knee. I must be genius.

"Hey, you look worse than me, are you okay?"

Kurt breathed heavily, "I'm.. not used to teleporting more zan myself.."

"Oh... OH! That's why you passed out in my room!"

Kurt nodded.

"Well.. then why'd you do it?"

Kurt looked at me strangely, and it made me feel very stupid, "To help."

Damn it, there it is again. I don't get it, nobody can be THAT nice when they're leading THAT kind of life. It's got to be some kind of act, yeah, he just wants to get on my good side! I looked at Kurt suspiciously, but my look was returned with pure friggin' innocence, and how the hell are you supposed to stare down innocence?! You just can't I tell you!

Kurt looked at my hand and noticed the fresh bandages, "Vhat happened?"

"Huh? Oh." I hid my hand behind my back, "Nothing, I was cutting bread, and sliced myself, yup."

Kurt stood up and extended a hand, "Here, let me see it."

"No really, it's nothing."

"Vhat, am I embarrassing you?"

What's so embarrassing? Oh yeah, it's a guy.. asking for my hand, yeah... Why aren't I embarrassed?? I am so freaking weird, "No, look.. erm.. ok fine." I stuck my hand out.

"Umm..."

"Hmm? Oh, the bandages." I pulled them off and mushed them into a ball.

My hand wasn't bad... well, in the sense that the bleeding had stopped. The four gashes in my hand weren't so great.

Kurt stared at my hand, "Vhat did you do??"

I moved my foot around like I usually do when I'm uncomfortable, "Eeh, I was.. angry, and I made a fist..."

"... Vow... Zat would.. hurt."

"Uhh, yeah, it did."

"I've never been zat angry, vhat made you mad?"

I pulled my hand back, "You wouldn't understand." That sounded strange, seeing as I was saying it to a mutant, who was the kind of person who should've understood. But noooo, I had to meet the one that DIDN'T hate people. I gave up on thinking about it, and thought about something different, why are we talking about my hand? My turn to ask questions.

"Hey, why was my room filled with that smoke in the first place?"

Kurt looked extremely embarrassed, "Vhen, I voke up, I forgot vhere I vas, so I vas creating cover, but zen I finally remembered, but the room vas already filled, so.. ja."

"Ah, understandable. Hey, what are those?" I pointed at his face.

"Uhh.. my eyes?"

I shook my head, "Nooooo, those symbols."

"It's.. a long story."

"Oh well I have plenty of time.. No wait, no I don't, I'm supposed to be eating dinner!" I looked to my window, then back at Kurt, "Hey, do you think you can, y'know, poof me up there again?"

"Poof?"

"Yeah, poof!"

"Uh, right." Kurt grabbed me once again, I swear I'll get used to this some day, the grabbing and the poofing.. yeah, "Ja, Poof..."

*BAMF*

"WHEEEEEEeee... uh, oh, it's over." I turned around, "You okay?"

"It's becoming.. easier."

"Mmkay, well, I gotta eat, I'll swipe you something from the table, or of course you could raid my secret stash over in my closet, BUT, don't eat all the Reese's peanut butter thingies, I love those. So, ciao!"

Kurt nodded, and I rushed down the stairs.

Once down the stairs, I AVOIDED the wall, and the crushing feeling my nose gets with impact. I also avoided the snag in the carpet that could've caused serious bum-hurting. I sighed in relief once I reached the kitchen, but ended up stubbing my toe on the corner. What is it with me and walls? I swear they're plotting against me.

Mom watched me as I sat down and rubbed my foot. I kept myself from swearing, I'm getting better at that.

Mom continued to watch me, "You took quite a while."

I grinned nervously, "Oh, well I couldn't get the light to turn on, and I couldn't see that well, so I ended up knocking stuff around, so when I got that stupid light on, I had a big mess to clean up." As I said that I could've SWORN I heard a faint munching coming from my room. He had BETTER leave some Reese's there, I can't always get those so easily, and they're so nummy!

Mom finally placed the food on the table, and we chatted a bit. I was starting to get just a little bored, so I started a round of random questions, "Hey Mom, what's your favorite color?"

"Uhh, yellow I guess, yours?"

"Hmm.. blue.. Wait, no, I like green.. why'd I say blue?" Well, the sky is blue.. but what else in my life is blu-. I blushed and my eye started twitching.

I coughed a few times, "I think that last bite went down the wrong tube, excuse me.."

I rushed to the bathroom, evading all bum-hurting, nose-crushing, and toe-stubbing opportunities. *insert Monty Python "YAY!"*

I coughed a bit more until I was sure the clog was gone, splashed my face, and dried it off. What? You thought I was embarrassed about Kurt being blue? Well then, you obviously don't know me, hehe.

I got back to dinner, and finished up, cleaned up my plate, thanked Mom, and got upstairs. Well, I was worried about my Reese's, no really, I was!

I opened the door and found a pile of Reese's wrappers on the floor and a peanut butter smeared Kurt.

"YOU!"

Kurt went wide-eyed, and 'poofed' away before I could do anything.

I'm gonna kill that little shit! Right after this coughing spasm.

*hack hack*