CHAP2
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Kurt opened his cat-like yellow eyes as the first sunbeams of the day hit his face from the
window. He winced, his eyes adjusting to the light, and then relaxed again. It was the first
day in a week that it hadn't rained. Kurt rolled over; hoping to catch some more zzz's
when he was met with a mass of tangled ivory hair.
"Mein GOTT!" he jumped from the bed, staring down at Ororo's peaceful figure,
her chest heaving in and out evenly as she she slept. "
"WhathaveIdone?whatwillIdo?whatdoIdo?ohgottohgottohgott!!!!" Kurt jumbled his
words together and paced in circles around Ororo's room.
"Kurt?" Ororo mumbled, turning to him. Startled, Kurt replied with a....
"gah! Our father who art in heaven...."
"Kurt? Kurt what are you doing?" Ororo was sitting up now, staring at the blue
praying mass on the floor that was Kurt Wagner. He stared up at her in shock and horror.
Suddenly she burst out laughing, shaking her head, and motioning for Kurt to come over
to her. He didn't. "We didn't do anything, Kurt. Don't you remember? Last night I was
crying, and you came, and held onto me. I must've fallen asleep,
and....apparently.....you did, too. No fornication of any sort was committed here." She
continued to try and stifle laughs as Kurt continued to look on horrified.
"really?" he asked, his eyes the size of dinner plates.
"really."
"really truly?"
"yes! Really truly! Now come here!" She swung her long, sturdy legs over the bed
as Kurt plopped down next to her. He again stared at her in awe of her true magnificence.
"I must look....terrible." mumbled Ororo, tossing her tangled hair behind her.
"You could bring God himself to his knees, liebchen. You are beautiful." He
commented. 'Oops! Idiot! Why would you say that?' He thought. It was too late to take it
back. She smiled uncomfortably.
"Kurt...." She started, heaving a great sigh. "You're cute. That's all I can say."
She chucked his chin and stood up, heading for her bathroom. "I gotta take a shower,
Kurt. But hey....thanks for being here for me, huh?" she winked from the bathroom door
before entering and closing it behind her. Kurt fought the urge to follow her. To take her
in his arms, and....and....Kurt fingered a bead on his rosary tucked away in his pocket,
and mumbled the beginning of a hail Mary. Though he knew not all of his feeling for her
were...dirty, impure, LUSTFULL....in fact, most were....were.....what were they?
Could he, Kurt Wagner, the incredible nightcrawler......be in love?? Is it possible that he
HAD been in love with her? All along? Either way, whether it was lust or love, he didn't
want to find out. He teleported downstairs. To his room.
"Bobby, I can't take this anymore! I can't!" Rogue drawled, in her adorable
southern accent. She stuffed another pair of underwear in her small suitcase and clipped it
shut.
"can't take WHAT?! Whatever it is, Rogue, I will help you. I will." Bobby Drake
looked into her eyes, as a crystalline tear fell from her lashes and plopped on her cheek.
She turned from him as he tried to wipe it away. "Rogue....where are you going? Really?
Where?" asked Bobby, concerned.
"I don't know, Bobby! That's the beauty of it! Maybe I'll try and find Scott.....or
try to find someone who...who has a cure for this...this sickness that I have."
"Mutation is not sickness."
"It is when you can't so much as kiss someone." Rogue stared at him
determinedly.
"Then I'll go with you!" said Bobby, smiling, as though he had some brilliant
plan all thought out.
"NO!" shouted Rogue. "This is something that needs to be done alone."
"Rogue...."
"just forget I even said anything about it, Bobby." Rogue slid her suitcase under
her bed. "just forget it. I won't go, if that's what you want." She mustered a smile, and
touched his face with her gloved hand.
"I don't want to see you hurt, Rogue."
"I know." She took him in her clothed arms, and rocked him like a child. "I
know. I won't go."
Ororo floated down the stairs as if on air, her hair strewn about her shoulders, her eyes
still red, and full of pain, but full of confidence, and pride, too.
"so...what's for breakfast, guys?" she asked amiably.
"More like lunch, now, sweetheart." Mumbled Logan, taking a puff of his cigar.
Ororo sat at the table, sighing. Kurt watched her from the corner, nibbling his toast, and
wondering what would've happened if he HAD followed Ororo into the shower. Ah well.
It was too late now. Sensing someone watching her, Ororo looked up. Kurt quickly
averted his eyes. Ororo promptly picked up her plate of pancakes and sat next to Kurt.
Kurt winced.
"I won't bite, Kurt." She said, smiling. "you just looked so lonesome over here
in this little corner."
"nein. I am fine Ororo. Thank you."
The professor wheeled into the room rubbing his head. Ever since his little brush with
death back at Stryker's lab, he hadn't been the same. Migraines were not uncommon to
him, and there were times his psychic powers seemed to leave him. Those were his worst
times, for those were the times that he was simply an old crippled man, and nothing of
wonder. Ororo rose to her feet and planted a kiss on the professor's head.
"Good morning. Do you like the sunshine today Xavier? I made it for you."
She piled his plate with pancakes and turned back to sit with Kurt. But Kurt was nowhere
to be found.
Kurt sat in his room, rocking and praying, and praying and rocking. Why was this
happening?! Why, why why? Why did he feel such...such passion when it came to her.
"Kurt?"
"yah?!!"
"Kurt it's just me, Ororo." As she came towards him, his rosary slipped
from his hands and to the floor.
"Ororo?"
"yes?" Ororo's eyes scanned him over, trying to read him.
Kurt leaned forward, pressing his indigo blue lips to her pinkish mocha ones. The warmth
of her lips enveloped him in a veil of comfort. Her eyes widened as he pulled away,
trying to take in what had just happened. Had Kurt kissed her? Kurt had kissed her! She
pressed her slender fingers to her lips.
"p-please leave. Now. Please." Kurt said, fearfully, as though shocked at what
had just happened. 'but you kissed ME!" thought Ororo. 'you're kicking me out and
YOU KISSED ME!' but instead of protesting, she left, in a state of shock. When she was
gone, Kurt yanked a brown pleather suitcase from under his bed.
"I'm sorry, my friends" he said to himself, as though the rest of the x-men could
hear him. He began to pack what little possessions he owned when he noticed a sharp
object on top of his dresser. Calling to him like a Siren. He seemed to lose all control as
he took up the object in his pronged hand, and went to work. When he was done, a new
wound, soon to be a new scar, was etched deeply in his skin on his collar bone. Another
scar for another sin. It was the shape of a thunderbolt. A storm. His greatest sin thus far.