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Four days and Kurt still had not returned. Sighing, Rogue watched the sun rise from her brother's window and found her mind worrying over every single possibility that could have happened to him.

Could he have been seen?

Was he hunted down?

Did he fall?

Was he wondering somewhere out there with no memory?

Had he run away?

And she knew in her heart that every single one of those reasons could be blamed on the x-men, on herself. They should have been with him; they should have told him personally about the meeting. They should have included him in them, no matter how little they applied to him.

They should have shown him that they cared about him.

Sighing again, she wondered when the last time she told her brother that she cared in any way at all for him was and the answer made her dark heart grow colder. She couldn't remember a time at all when she was openly affectionate to him.

She couldn't remember a time when any of them were.

But perhaps the worst of it all was that the brotherhood was suffering too. Their hatred had been put aside for now as they searched for Wanda, another innocent who was simply always overlooked for being too different.

Perhaps they had run away, together?

Shaking her head, Rogue doubted that possibility. The idea was ludicrous considering that neither had ever spoken to each other! Or had they? They never asked Kurt what he had done and he never said. Not anymore.

What had they done?

Closing her eyes, the sunset caught the tears on her face in warm fiery hues.

No one commented on her red eyes when Rogue sat down at breakfast, or the fact that she was more silent than usual during it and the ride to school with Scott. In truth, no one spoke much, all of them busy thinking of the what ifs in their minds.

Sighing, Kitty left the car and walked to her class, she felt awful and a guilt burned in her chest that she felt would never go away. She felt bad about how nasty she was to Kurt, always shouting at him, telling him off when all he had ever done was try to be noticed, tried to be loved.

It was ironic how it was only now that she couldn't see his cheesy grin and his blue fur that she realised how much she really did care for him and how much he had cared for her.

"How's it going?" Lance asked softly, watching her pale face with her red eyes. "Not good then? Everyone at the brotherhood is going nuts, it's just like they both vanished."

"Kurt can teleport."

"You know what I meant." Sighing, the young man looked away before starting to walk. "Come on, we've got chemistry."

"Don't you miss Wanda? Don't you feel guilty that she's gone?"

He shrugged. "Why should I? I never done anything to make her vanish and as for missing her…I don't know. Everything's back to the way it was really before she came, though Toad is missing her an awful lot."

"What about Pietro?"

"What about him?"

She shrugged. "Doesn't he miss her?"

"Him? Nah, he's more scared of her than I am…"

Looking out of the window, Todd sighed. He felt miserable and alone. Not only had the only girl he had ever really cared for mysteriously vanished, it happened at the exact same time as another equally too noticeable yet unnoticed mutant vanished.

He half wondered if he had to have scales to be noticed by her but dismissed the thought before it had even really begun to form.

No, she was gone, with the fur ball, and no doubt she was very happy with him and enjoying being with someone who understood her more than he ever could.

And if that was the case, he was happy for them.

He was just sad that he was still alone.

A meeting had been called between the x-men and the brotherhood. However, since neither group could be trusted with the other because of the unsettled feelings between them, and the fact that they both blamed the other as much as themselves, it was a small affair between Mystique, Xavier, Magneto, Logan and Ororo.

The five all stood in an art gallery, looking at an art exhibit with the same intensity they would have looked at each others eyes.

Xavier broke the silence. "Have you heard anything at all?"

"No." The shape shifter sighed. "This is pointless; we should be searching for them both!"

"Raven." Magneto looked at the man in the wheelchair. "What are you thinking?"

"I know that Kurt was…unhappy in the mansion. He felt that he was always being overlooked for the way he appeared and that no matter how hard he tried, no one ever really saw him."

"You believe he and my daughter ran away together?"

"It is a possibility."

Eric looked at the painting for a moment. "They have both grown up in tough environments, with unkind treatment, I suppose it is only natural for them to leave somewhere they feel they are unwanted. Except for one thing."

Logan growled, he felt bad enough as it was that he hadn't been there to look out for the elf but Magneto criticising him? That was almost as bad as if Sabretooth was there gloating. "What?"

"Nightcralwer cares deeply about the people around him; he wouldn't want to hurt them by leaving so abruptly, unlike my daughter."

Raven sighed. "Does it matter? I want to know where my son is!"

"That's the problem, no one knows. I can't detect either of them on cerebro; they have, effectively, vanished."

No one said anything else for a long while, then Logan left with a growl and a mutter about how he was going to look for them if no one else would.

After that, Ororo left to placate him.

Then Xavier left with a simple nod of his head, leaving the two members of the brotherhood staring at a painting depicting war and hope.

Mystique spoke first. "I just want my son."

"I know, I want my daughter too."

"Are we going to do anything?"

"My contacts are searching as we speak, but Raven; do not get your hopes up. If cerebro is unable to detect them then you must consider the possibility that they are dead."

The shape shifters eyes never left the painting. "I am aware of how my son looks, Eric, it was the first thing I thought of. Hearing of cerebro has merely confirmed my suspicions."

"We'll find them."

"I hope your right."

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