a new try on a kuroro fic...
I had a kuroro fic going before, but I decided I was greatly unhappy with it, and
abandoned the project. Anyways, it's 2 in the morning, so bear with me, because I've
decided to take another crack at it....here goes.....
Oh yeah, this is going to be a huge love story thing, so expect a lot of fluff, okay? Okay.
And it's slow in the beginning, but it'll pick up...I promise.
Epilogue:
It had been three years to the day since the death of a much loved member of the X-
men......Jean Grey. Teacher, Friend, lover.......After her death, all seemed to change, as
some relationships grew closer, some farther apart, and some dissolved altogether. Scott
had gone, left to only lord knows where, without so much as a second thought. Logan
stayed in the institute as Xavier's "right hand man", more or less. Kurt Wagner also
stayed in the mansion, hanging onto his new family, the x-men, with every single fibre of
his being. Storm also stayed, but became tired, withdrawn, and depressed. She stopped
teaching and spent most of her time in her room staring out of her window sorrowfully,
wondering how different it would be if Jean had lived. As for Bobby and Rogue? They
grew closer each and every day, teaching a lesson that all the x-men seemed in need of.
That love does, indeed, conquer all. Even tragedy.
CHAP 1
KRAKOOM!!!! The mansion's windows rattled at the sound of thunder. The subtle
pitter-patting of rain could be heard throughout each and every room as the clear drops
splashed against the windowpanes.
"Vater Unser en himmel"
BOOM! A single bolt of lightening stretched across the sky and hit a nearby tree with
such remarkable force that even Xavier stopped his class to stare out into the storm.
"geheiligt werde dein Name"
KABOOM!
"Dein Riche Komme, dein Wille geschehe"
KRAK!
"wie in Himmel so auf Erden!!!!" Kurt held his rosary to his chest, furiously
rubbing the tiny faux ruby beads that made up its chain, and rocking back and forth in
fear. He opened one of his citrine colored eyes and then the other, cautiously scanning the
darkened room. A small rumble emitted from the sky outside, and the rain's "pitter-
patting" slowed to a soft hum.
"She's done elf. You can stop hiding. It's over." A gruff voice drifted from the
doorway.
"Logan?" questioned Kurt, attempting to see him around the various furniture and
schoolbooks piled on top of each other and strewn about.
"Who else would it be? I sure ain't Xavier!" Logan shook his head in mild
amusement at the German's question of his identity. Honestly....who ELSE speaks as
raspy and tough as Logan does?
"ja. Of course. I am just tired, I think." Kurt tried his best to hide his
embarrassment. "uhm....Logan....do you think that.....you think that she is okay, yes?"
Kurt eyed the stairs leading to the bedrooms on the second floor, nodding towards one
particular bedroom that was isolated in the corner of the hallway, next to a large window.
"Ororo? Ah, she's always ok. She gets by good. She's been getting' by since
before I even showed up in this joint. She's just upset is all." Logan placed a cigar
between his chapped, cracked lips, and lit it with a match. "Hell......we ALL are." He
stumbled out of the room, leaving the heavy, sickening smell of cheap cigar smoke
behind him.
"here I thought I had...had gotten through to her." Kurt mumbled, still eyeing the
far bedroom. 'Come on, Kurt, she's your friend, ja? Be brave! Be a man for once in your
life! Talk to her!' his mind urged him to go. "okay....okay." Kurt drew a deep breath in
and held it. He let it out forcefully. "She is my friend, and she needs me. No more being
shy around her! No more being scared of who or what she will think I am. She needs
me."
In all truthfulness, Ororo terrified Kurt like nothing else. Not because she was
powerful, not because she was mystifying, or beautiful, or angry....but because of the
feelings that arose inside of him every time she was near. He could never pin-point what
these feelings truly were, but they were there, nonetheless. Torturing him, haunting him.
Half the time he pushed these feelings aside, telling himself that he felt that way simply
because she treated him normal, like a human being, and that there was no real substance
behind them. The other half of the time he hid from her, avoided her as much as humanly
possible. But he knew that was not an option now. She needed him, whether he liked it or
not.
Speaking of which....DID he like it? 'no no, stupid! Dumkoff! Focus on the
problem at hand!' he mentally scolded himself as he mounted the stairs. He finally
reached her room and knocked ever so lightly with his three fingered hand.
"GO AWAY!" came Ororo's reply through the door, a crash of thunder flowing
after her exclamation.
"um...Ororo, I just want to....uh....um....nevermind." Just as Kurt was about to
teleport away, perhaps to the kitchen for a snack, or maybe to his room to wallow in self
pity, the door to Ororo's room swung open, and the beautiful weather goddess stood at
the opposite side of the door, her ivory hair cascading down her back like a water fall.
Willowy white fabric wrapped itself around her body, a white night dress, flowing around
her hands and ankles, making her look like, like....'like an angel' Kurt thought, in awe of
her natural beauty.
"Kurt......I didn't know it was you. I'm terribly sorry I yelled. I'm just not myself
lately. Come in." She backed away from the door as Kurt stepped in, scanning the room
and stepping lightly. "Kurt...you look like a puppy who just got kicked. You need not
fear me. You know that."
Kurt cleared his throat and stood beside the bed, trailing his foot along her wine red
carpet. 'mein GOTT give me strength! She is beautiful! So beautiful. Wait! Kurt! Focus!"
Kurt thought, biting his lip. 'Out with it already!' his mind screamed.
"I was just....worried for you....or...wait....how do you say???" great! He was
even forgetting English!
"Worried ABOUT me?" Ororo volunteered, taking a stab at what he meant. She
touched his face lightly and he turned, almost afraid of her touch.
"ja, ja. That is it. Worried about you. That was....quite a storm you caused
earlier!" Kurt cocked his head and smiled. He was delighted to receive a smile back from
Ororo, who laughed lightly, and said "yes. Yes I suppose so." Her face suddenly turned
somber, and she sat on her large silky bed, and patted the space next to her. "Sit down,
Kurt." She smiled. Kurt stood stiff, like a deer in headlights. "Kurt......we're just friends.
It's ok. You can sit down here next to me. It's NOT a sin." Kurt continued to stare at her,
eyes wide, large yellow orbs staring at Ororo in a strange sort of fear. "...or you can
stand. That too." She smiled again and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
"ja, I would much rather stand, I think...." He managed to mumble.
"hey Kurt? Can I talk to you?" her eyes searched his, her lips parted in a silent sob.
Kurt stood, waiting. "Listen, I just....you know, it's been three years, and sometimes....I
still....I still.....goddess, I miss her, Kurt. I miss her and if I could go back and take her
place I'd do it. I'd do it in a heatbeat." With that, her body rocked with sobs, tears spilling
down her mocha colored cheeks. She closed her eyes and let the hot tears run down her
face, not bothering to wipe them away, when suddenly, she felt them being wiped away
by some unseen force.
She opened her eyes and came face to face with a very concerned Kurt Wagner.
"there, there. You are going through a tough time, I know. But Jean would not
want you to be sad, liebchen!" he said, caressing her slender face with his tail.
"But I'm so....so ANGRY with her." Ororo found herself confessing.
"and that is why I shall tell you again my dear....many times you must rely on
faith, and not anger, to get you by. And I believe this is one of those cases."