Hand Me Down
Don't own X-men Evolution, but if I did…well. It'd be a whole different ballgame
Author: Dimitri Aidan
Rating: All in all, this is not a story for little kids or people who may be easily offended, since I've been known to push the Pg-13 boundaries.
Warnings: Lots of Slash, a few male OCs but only one of them is real, OOC-ness, a Goth!Neko Boy with a major attitude problem, general insanity. Deep breath Drug abuse, child abuse, underage activates, rape, language, mentions of suicide and self mutilation, valley girl bashing, and the occasional insult to/of Bobby's intelligence.
Pairings: Lance/OMC/Kurt. Other stuff drifting around in the background.
Summary: Lance and Kurt find themselves involved with a new kind of kitty, but this one is a little on the unbalanced side. Still, they can't help but be drawn to him, despite the risks and the chaos brewing around them.
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Chapter One
Dysfunction
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Dammy. It was a strange name. A very strange name for an equally strange boy, or at least Kurt assumed he was strange. Maybe where Dammy was from he wasn't strange...Kurt kind of doubted that though.
Dammy, that name was really odd, was about 5'3" with a thin, willowy frame and milky white skin. He had long burgundy hair, maybe to his waist, and his bangs hung into his golden cat-like eyes that almost glowed when he looked at you. He wore lipstick, colors ranging from electric blue to Slut!red, as Jean put it, to pure black and his sense of style seemed to be made up by black, red, tight, and feminine. He wasn't quite like anyone Kurt had ever met and Kurt had met a lot of interesting people.
The reason Kurt was so stuck on him was probably the fact he was currently hiding in the basement of a nearly rundown house with the aforementioned boy and Lance Alvers, former Brotherhood member, while some weird government guys traipsed overhead.
But maybe he was a little ahead of himself. Yes, he probably was, so backtracking a little bit: it had started years ago when he was born…
Wait no, that was a bad joke.
It had actually started the first time he saw Dammy, which hadn't been that long ago. A couple of months…a couple of very interesting months.
After they'd defeated Apocalypse, if you could really consider it that, the Brotherhood and Magneto's Acolytes had merged with the X-men. They still kept their distance but for the most part the bad blood had been overcome. The Brotherhood had, with some persuading from Professor Xavier and Magneto, been permitted back into school. A few new teachers had been hired and, in the grand scheme of things, everything had calmed down for the most part.
It had been in school, right after chemistry, and he had been on his way to Latin when Kelly, still principal albeit reluctantly, had called him from down the hall. And he was leading a person, who Kurt thought to be some girl, towards him.
No such luck.
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"Mr. Wagner."
"Herr Kelly." Kurt said, squirming a little bit. The man still made him extremely nervous. "Is there something you wanted?"
"Actually Kurt, there is." Kelly said, moving to the side a little so Kurt could get a better look at his companion, who just blinked at with dull amber eyes Kurt. "This is a new student, who I was going to show around, but I have an…important meeting to attend."
Why did Kurt think he was lying through is teeth?
"But I noticed you two have identical before lunch classes, and thought you could keep an eye on Dammy for me." Principal Kelly looked nervous. "There's extra credit in it for you."
Dammy blew a bubble and Kelly jumped then laughed forcibly. Dammy quirked an eyebrow at Kurt, then licked pale purple lips with a blue tongue and brushed a lock of hair back. Dammy was kind of pretty if the tight black thing was your style. Kurt looked at Kelly who was sweating a little bit.
"Umm…okay." Kurt said slowly, looking back at Dammy who looked disinterested in with the whole affair. What had Kelly so nervous?
"Wonderful. Kurt Wagner, this is Damien Feles. Damien this is Kurt."
Wait, Damien, as in a boy?
"No kidding." Damien said, rolling his eyes. And Kurt said he, because despite his earlier assumption, this was indeed a boy. The voice kind of gave it away.
Kurt shuddered mentally. Eww…
"Umm, right, well, give him to Lance after lunch please." Principal Kelly stopped his hasty retreat as if a thought had just occurred to him. "You do know Lance right? I've seen you hanging around him-"
"Ja, I know Lance." Kurt interrupted, half expecting to be yelled at. Kelly just nodded then dashed off.
"He tisn't nervous." Damien said, smiling faintly then blowing another bubble. Kurt noticed the gum was blue, which explained the tongue. Now the rest of the boy…
He was shorter then Kurt and his eyes seemed to taking in everything slowly. His lips were tinted a pale shade of purple and the coloring above his eyes was a slightly darker shade. His waist length hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail.
"I can't imagine why he would be." Kurt lied.
Damien snorted. "Thanks, but I make people nervous, it's not like I don't already know it. I'm a freak, no need to be nice about it."
"I wouldn't go that far." Kurt almost laughed. This boy knew nothing about freaks. A real freak would send him running.
"Whatever." Damien started shifting from one foot to the other. "Shouldn't we get going? We'll be late for class otherwise won't we?" Not that he cared that much. Forty-five minutes of being stared at had never been high on his list of fun things.
It was almost enough to make his change his look back to the preppy rich kid from Dublin.
Ah, no, that familiar feeling of self-disgust said being gawked at was not enough to make him preppy again. Looked like his Da was going to wait a little longer for hell to freeze over. He was going to be so disappointed.
Kurt nearly slapped himself. Of course, how could he forget he had to get to class? And Latin was on the top floor too. Damn it…normally he would port into the upstairs bathroom and, hoping Scott wasn't around, make a run for it.
But he couldn't exactly do that with an audience.
The bell rang and the last of the students ran for their classrooms. Damien just stared at Kurt, waiting for him to do something. Like lead the way to the classroom, Kurt realized. Yes he was a wonderful tour guide.
"Let's hope he called and let the teacher know we'd be late then." Kurt said.
"Ay."
Damien followed behind him, not seeming to notice his rushed pace. He was a little busy looking around at the posters, banners, cases, and assorted things in the hallways. Kurt slowed down and watched him for a second then grinned.
"Different from your old school?"
"Think big cold drafty castle, lit by torches and candles in the winter, no females within a hundred mile radius except the cook, and a set of dorms a mile away, but you have to walk through grass that always seemed wet and thick mud. That's me school."
"That sounds…no girls?" Kurt asked, looking horrified.
"The headmaster's daughter." Damien gave in.
"Not pretty?"
"Uh, sister." Damien shuddered. "I spent a good check of me life beating up every guy who looked her way." Which made it impossible to get any…but he digressed.
"Oh." Kurt frowned. "That does not sound pleasant."
"The wonders of private school." Damien quipped. "So Latin?"
"Ja." Kurt said defensively. Why did everyone say that when he said he was taking Latin?
"It's kind of dead isn't it?"
"Then why are you taking it?" Kurt asked.
"Dead things interest me."
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Lance scowled at the principal's retreating back and resisted the urge to have him fall on his ass care of a little tremor or two. But the last thing he needed was the X-Brats on his case. Like baby-sitting some new kid wasn't bad enough. Now that all the groups were playing nice he wasn't allowed to step out of line and make trouble or else he risked the 'wrath of Magneto'.
Which, to be honest, was something he wasn't eager to be on the receiving end of thank you very much. He didn't care how nice the man was pretending to be now, Lance was pretty damn sure he was crazy.
"Hey, Lance." Kitty bounced over and Lance perked up immediately. He might as well have a little bit of fun before he had to grab this kid from the elf.
"Kitty." He replied, winking at her. She blushed then smiled.
"So, what did Kelly want?" Kitty asked, while Lance marveled at her ability to not say like for a change.
"I'm babysitting some new kid." Lance said dismissively.
"That is like, so sweet." Kitty said happily.
Lance smirked. He could use this to his advantage. Kitty liked it when he did 'selfless' things and any chance to get on her good side was one he had to take.
"Yeah, he was telling his secretary how he had a meeting and wasn't going to be able to show some kid around, so you know, I volunteered, being to selfless guy that I am." Lance said proudly.
"Please." Kurt was walking towards them. The elf looked less then happy to see Lance and Kitty together. There was some short kid next to him. "You volunteered about as much as I did."
Lance glared. "Just because you aren't nice enough to offer and had to be forced into it doesn't mean I did. Honestly Kitty, some people just don't know how to do a good deed."
Kitty frowned at him. "That's not very nice Kurt. It's not like showing a kid around is going to interfere with anything."
"I wasn't-"
"Does anybody care that I don't being liked called 'kid'? You know, since my parents did actually give me a name and I don't think they did it just for fun or anything." All three teens looked at the smaller boy like he had grown another head. "Fine, forget I'm even here."
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Apparently he was already forgotten. They went back to whatever love triangle they were involved in. Damien had never been one to intrude on personal matters, and he had a splitting headache, so he just shrugged and left.
The bathroom had been this way…he was pretty sure it had been anyway. Yeah, it was. He slipped in then looked around to make sure he was alone. And he was. How convenient.
He pulled out the rubber band and scratched his head, coming in contact with two furry nubs. He glanced up and waited, then sighed when two furry ears popped into view. They twitched a little bit, listening out for any sounds. They were better then human ears that way and that was about the only advantage to…whatever it was he was.
He sighed and rubbed at his temples. God he had a headache and he really just wanted to get the hell out of here. He should have known better really, he just…couldn't handle all of these people at once. He'd thought maybe he could pretend like he could do this but…he couldn't.
"So, Damien, what's up?"
Damien jumped then glanced over his shoulder out of habit. He rolled his eyes when four different voices laughed at him, mocking tones seeming to bounce off of the tile. There was no one behind him.
"I never get tired of watching you do that." A voice drawled, low and dark.
Another voice commented, much like his own. "Like you think we're going to be there."
The next held a slight accent, like the one Damien usually kept carefully repressed. "Haven't we done this before?"
"All the time." A final voice spoke, serious and tinged by something almost like sadness.
"Go away." Damien muttered, rubbing at his head again. He could feel a headache building up behind his eyes and it was…irksome to say the least of the matter. He couldn't take this right now. Even now, in this bathroom, he felt trapped and uncomfortable, as if his skin didn't fit.
"No can do. We thought we'd come to check up on you." The first voice again. He wondered if he should name them, just to keep them straight in his head…
"Yeah, we were worried. We can't have you messing up our body again. Those scars still won't go away. What would your mother say."
"Piss off." Damien said, leaning against the sink. He was pretty sure he was going to be sick. He needed to get out of here.
"Aww, he's angry."
"Poor baby, we must be upsetting him. We should apologize."
There was a low mocking laughter. Damien was pretty sure the pressure in his head wasn't going to go away anytime soon. He wished he was drunk. The voices weren't so loud when he wasn't coherent enough to remember his own name.
"Someone's coming."
"So? It's not like anyone but me can hear you." He snapped annoyed. All he wanted was a moment of quiet and he couldn't even achieve that in his own head. It was…annoying.
"Ears, you idiot, the ears."
Damien blinked then caught on. A little concentration and the ears were gone, shrunken back into…well his skull he supposed. He tried not to think about it. He pulled his hair back up to make sure they were covered, and then raised an eyebrow at his reflection.
He noted there were dark smudges around his eyes and he rubbed at them almost distractedly. When was the last time he'd slept anyway?
The door swung open and two other boys walked in, chatting about something. They paused when they laid eyes on Damien, in all of his two steps from cross dressing glory. The staring again. Still, if people were focused on the way he looked they tended to miss the other various things wrong with him.
At least he assumed that was how it worked. He'd never stopped to actually ask or anything.
"Who were you talking to?" One of them asked finally. Damien's mouth twitched.
"I'd say the voices in my head, but that always gets me weird looks." He pretended to be confused. "I can't imagine why though."
"Well as long as they're in your head and not outside." The other boy said. "It's when they take on a mind of their own that you're in trouble."
"Bobby." The blond looked exasperated with his friend.
"Yes Sam?"
"Don't scare the boy." Sam looked at him. "Sorry."
Damien shrugged then slid past them and out of the bathroom. He expected to be left alone until the next bell, but found Kurt and that other guy-Lance? - were in the hall looking for him.
How nice of them. He considered running away but he didn't really feel like it. So, instead, he just stopped and allowed them to catch up.
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"Why'd you leave like that?" Lance demanded. "Are you trying to get me in trouble?" Kelly would lose his cheap plastic wig if he knew Lance had lost the new kid and that last thing Lance needed was that man ragging on him. Again.
Kelly was just waiting for him to fuck up so he could get rid of him. That man was an anti-mutant moron and Lance seemed to be at the top of his list of people to get rid of as soon as humanly possible.
"Yes, my whole day revolves around getting you in trouble." Damien deadpanned. Kurt snickered and Damien offered him a small smile. "Look, whatever your name is, don't worry about babysitting. I'm going home. It's been…yes. Bye now."
"Wait." Lance protested. "You can't just bail."
"Yeah, actually I can." Damien disagreed. "I'm sixteen, I have a car, and I can pretty much go wherever the hell I please. Wild, right?"
"What Lance means is, if Kelly sees him without you, the two of us are in trouble." Kurt explained, ignoring Lance's dirty look.
"I think he knew what I meant, fuzzy."
"Well, maybe my way was nicer." Kurt said, glaring at him. "And don't call me fuzzy." He made a small gesture in Damien's direction, hoping Lance would catch on and care enough to keep his mouth shut for a change. Hopefully Lance wasn't as big an idiot as he seemed.
"Well, Blue boy, who said being nice was going to get us anywhere?" Lance growled.
Damien whistled. 'Repressed much boys? I can almost smell the tension here.' "You two can come if you want, but I wouldn't recommend it."
Lance and Kurt seemed surprised that he had spoken.
"Nein." Kurt shook his head. "We'll get in trouble."
"Then stay." Damien said, turning around. "See you tomorrow."
Lance stood open mouthed, trying to piece that together then stormed after the escaping boy. Like he had anything better to do with his time. And no one could say he left the kid alone. Kurt fidgeted for a moment then followed as well; he couldn't just leave Damien with Lance.
It was cruel.
