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Romance, but now (crying) I can expand my horizons! Plus I just finished
writing it, the beginning is boring but the end is better, much better!
Anyway, enough with my blabbering, on with the story!
*Flashbacks*
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Kurt ran into his bedroom, the one he shared alone. He didn't want to ever be near Rogue again. He'd have to speak to the Professor about her secret, but wait! What if in retaliation Rogue touches him and learns his secret. He lay on his bed and curled up into a fetal position, remembering the reason why he was at the institute, the secret that only the Professor knew. As he reminisced he remembered the poem Kitty had given him.
*Kurt was a normal looking twelve year old boy who loved to joke around. He had peach colored skin with a bit of blue fuzz in all the right places. His indigo colored hair was darker than the rest of his peach (blue) fuzz. He loved to go into peoples things.*
I'm aware some stare at my hair.
In fact, to be fair,
Some really despair of my hair.
*He had looked in his adopted mother's drawers and found her, OMG, bra! Putting it on he realized that that surely must be the difference between a man and a woman. It was black and lacy with little beads sown in the middle. In fact it looked quite pretty after he pulled on the matching underwear.*
But I don't care,
Cause they're not aware,
Nor are they debonair.
*Laughing joyously, he teleported to his adopted sisters bedroom and took one of her pretty red dresses, the one with the sequins all over that her mother didn't know she had. Luckily for him, her sister had bought a pair of shoes too big, so he took those with him and disappeared back into his parents bedroom, and laid it out on the bed besides the pretty under clothing he had previously dawned.*
In fact, they're just square.
They see hair down to there,
Say, 'Beware' and go off on a tear!
*The next stop was in his grandmother's room. There he dawned a set of pearls that looped four times around his neck, that would go perfect with his new outfit.*
I say, 'No fair!'
A head that's bare is really nowhere.
So be like a bear, be fair with your hair!
*But wait! He realized that his hair was a tangled mess. He couldn't go out that way and decided to use the new body wash he had seen his father bring in from a discount store. There it was in a brown paper bag.*
Show it you care.
Wear it to there.
Or to there.
Or to there, if you dare!
*Oh he was so excited. He pulled the two large bottles and went into the bathroom. He began to rub it in his hair in glee and washed the foam, creating as he lathered. This was always the best part, when he felt it soothe his hair. He decided to style his hair after he bathed and dried.*
My wife bought some hair at a fair, to use as a spare.
Did I care?
Au contraire!
Spare hair is fair!
*He dried his whole body with a fluffy blue towel and looked on the counter for some lotion. It was another large bottle. Without thinking he began to rub it all over his body. It felt so good, giving him a tingling sensation that he rubbed more fervently until her almost finished the bottle off.*
In fact, hair can be rare.
Fred Astair got no hair,
Nor does a chair,
Nor nor a chocolate eclair,
And where is the hair on a pear?
*He looked at the words and realized it said something in English that he couldn't pronounce since his English hadn't yet developed. All he understood was hair lotion, and thus he decided rubbing it on his head wouldn't hurt.*
Nowhere, mon frere!
So now that I've shared this affair of the hair,
I'm going to repair to my lair and use Nair, do you care?
*He dressed in his little outfit and yawned. It had been a long day. He threw the clothes on a corner of the floor, looking sadly at it since he wouldn't be able to dress prettily for his parents. He entered his bed and had a wonderful dream, regardless of the ever present itch that surrounded his body.*
(Beard Poem)
Here's my beard.
Ain't it wierd?
Don't be sceered,
Just a beard.
*That morning he woke up and stretched his arms wide, when he looked at his already 'disfigured' hands he screamed, high pitched. His adopted parents ran into the room and began to scream.
"Ein Mörder Teppich," they shouted. Kurt wondered why they were calling him 'a killer carpet', he began to cry not understanding what was going on. "Wo das vaccum Reinigungsmittel ist?" Kurt started to cry harder, why were his parents asking for a vacuum cleaner. He couldn't understand.
He than got up and tried to run away but his parents grabbed him by the now blue tail and pulled him back towards them. When they saw his eyes Kurt's mother cried, his yellow eyes stood out against the blue mass of fur on his skin. He remembered how they had used the sheep shearer to shore off some of the fur so that he was at least a little visible.
That night he had received a visit from Charles Xavier, who was a powerful mutant.
"Hello Kurt, my name is Charles Xavier and I'm handicapped." The Professor said. Kurt raised an eyebrow at the Professor's perfect German. He wondered why he would mention such obvious news. "You see, I'm like you, marred by the world's circumstances. As a child I spilled a little bit of Rogaine just as you did on my legs and suddenly the hair began to grown and become alive. It ate my flesh and left me with nothing but bone." The professor began to cry, "I'm just so afraid it will happen to you!"
Kurt screamed with all his might at the tale. He had nightmares for weeks until he received the call from Xavier to join him at his institute. Kurt decided that only this man could save him from his cruel fate! The fate of having his fur eat all of his body, and thus was how he joined the X Men!*
***
Kurt rolled on his back and wondered why he had poured 'Mane & Tail' hair growth conditioning lotion, all over his body. He knew that it was because Gott had wanted him to help that poor man in the wheelchair. Xavier had saved his life. He thought of his true mother and how she came to be and wondered if her fate had been worst than his. Ignoring the thought he took out the garden shears hidden in his desk to find the Professor, so that he could trim his fur.
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That was so dumb at first but after I got to Xavier I felt much better after the chapter. I couldn't find a song for Kurt and there fore used a poem called Hair Poem by George Carlin. Hope you guys liked it. Next is Mystique's chapter. Review please.
Kurt ran into his bedroom, the one he shared alone. He didn't want to ever be near Rogue again. He'd have to speak to the Professor about her secret, but wait! What if in retaliation Rogue touches him and learns his secret. He lay on his bed and curled up into a fetal position, remembering the reason why he was at the institute, the secret that only the Professor knew. As he reminisced he remembered the poem Kitty had given him.
*Kurt was a normal looking twelve year old boy who loved to joke around. He had peach colored skin with a bit of blue fuzz in all the right places. His indigo colored hair was darker than the rest of his peach (blue) fuzz. He loved to go into peoples things.*
I'm aware some stare at my hair.
In fact, to be fair,
Some really despair of my hair.
*He had looked in his adopted mother's drawers and found her, OMG, bra! Putting it on he realized that that surely must be the difference between a man and a woman. It was black and lacy with little beads sown in the middle. In fact it looked quite pretty after he pulled on the matching underwear.*
But I don't care,
Cause they're not aware,
Nor are they debonair.
*Laughing joyously, he teleported to his adopted sisters bedroom and took one of her pretty red dresses, the one with the sequins all over that her mother didn't know she had. Luckily for him, her sister had bought a pair of shoes too big, so he took those with him and disappeared back into his parents bedroom, and laid it out on the bed besides the pretty under clothing he had previously dawned.*
In fact, they're just square.
They see hair down to there,
Say, 'Beware' and go off on a tear!
*The next stop was in his grandmother's room. There he dawned a set of pearls that looped four times around his neck, that would go perfect with his new outfit.*
I say, 'No fair!'
A head that's bare is really nowhere.
So be like a bear, be fair with your hair!
*But wait! He realized that his hair was a tangled mess. He couldn't go out that way and decided to use the new body wash he had seen his father bring in from a discount store. There it was in a brown paper bag.*
Show it you care.
Wear it to there.
Or to there.
Or to there, if you dare!
*Oh he was so excited. He pulled the two large bottles and went into the bathroom. He began to rub it in his hair in glee and washed the foam, creating as he lathered. This was always the best part, when he felt it soothe his hair. He decided to style his hair after he bathed and dried.*
My wife bought some hair at a fair, to use as a spare.
Did I care?
Au contraire!
Spare hair is fair!
*He dried his whole body with a fluffy blue towel and looked on the counter for some lotion. It was another large bottle. Without thinking he began to rub it all over his body. It felt so good, giving him a tingling sensation that he rubbed more fervently until her almost finished the bottle off.*
In fact, hair can be rare.
Fred Astair got no hair,
Nor does a chair,
Nor nor a chocolate eclair,
And where is the hair on a pear?
*He looked at the words and realized it said something in English that he couldn't pronounce since his English hadn't yet developed. All he understood was hair lotion, and thus he decided rubbing it on his head wouldn't hurt.*
Nowhere, mon frere!
So now that I've shared this affair of the hair,
I'm going to repair to my lair and use Nair, do you care?
*He dressed in his little outfit and yawned. It had been a long day. He threw the clothes on a corner of the floor, looking sadly at it since he wouldn't be able to dress prettily for his parents. He entered his bed and had a wonderful dream, regardless of the ever present itch that surrounded his body.*
(Beard Poem)
Here's my beard.
Ain't it wierd?
Don't be sceered,
Just a beard.
*That morning he woke up and stretched his arms wide, when he looked at his already 'disfigured' hands he screamed, high pitched. His adopted parents ran into the room and began to scream.
"Ein Mörder Teppich," they shouted. Kurt wondered why they were calling him 'a killer carpet', he began to cry not understanding what was going on. "Wo das vaccum Reinigungsmittel ist?" Kurt started to cry harder, why were his parents asking for a vacuum cleaner. He couldn't understand.
He than got up and tried to run away but his parents grabbed him by the now blue tail and pulled him back towards them. When they saw his eyes Kurt's mother cried, his yellow eyes stood out against the blue mass of fur on his skin. He remembered how they had used the sheep shearer to shore off some of the fur so that he was at least a little visible.
That night he had received a visit from Charles Xavier, who was a powerful mutant.
"Hello Kurt, my name is Charles Xavier and I'm handicapped." The Professor said. Kurt raised an eyebrow at the Professor's perfect German. He wondered why he would mention such obvious news. "You see, I'm like you, marred by the world's circumstances. As a child I spilled a little bit of Rogaine just as you did on my legs and suddenly the hair began to grown and become alive. It ate my flesh and left me with nothing but bone." The professor began to cry, "I'm just so afraid it will happen to you!"
Kurt screamed with all his might at the tale. He had nightmares for weeks until he received the call from Xavier to join him at his institute. Kurt decided that only this man could save him from his cruel fate! The fate of having his fur eat all of his body, and thus was how he joined the X Men!*
***
Kurt rolled on his back and wondered why he had poured 'Mane & Tail' hair growth conditioning lotion, all over his body. He knew that it was because Gott had wanted him to help that poor man in the wheelchair. Xavier had saved his life. He thought of his true mother and how she came to be and wondered if her fate had been worst than his. Ignoring the thought he took out the garden shears hidden in his desk to find the Professor, so that he could trim his fur.
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That was so dumb at first but after I got to Xavier I felt much better after the chapter. I couldn't find a song for Kurt and there fore used a poem called Hair Poem by George Carlin. Hope you guys liked it. Next is Mystique's chapter. Review please.