((-Author's notes ; Okay, forgive this chapter if it isnt as great as the first. (not that the first was extreemly great, mind you I don't write very often) The reson behind its potential bad-ness could be attributed to the fact that I didn't have my beloved friend give it the ol' edit-o-ramen (I mean, edit-o-rama), so its quality is based soley on my own judgement...ph34r. When and If I can get it edited by someone, I will upload it over this one...Otherwise, enjoy as best you can and please review. Critque, even small error critique, is wonderfully welcomed. PS: I do not own X-men Evolution or any of it's characters. marks represent something said in another language, in this case german.))
Chapter 2: "The Question 'Why?'"
Kurt stood on a stool working over a pot while his mother bustled about the rest of the cooking. The little one had a face filled with all the importance and intensity of a child who has been given such an important task it cannot be done by anyone else, such as holding the hammer while someone works on the wall or in this case, stirring the pot of stew.
"Mutter?" he said quietly, when his mom had stopped bustleing about the kitchen to slice up some carrots.
"Yes?" she responded softly. Kurt stopped his intense stirring to look at his mom.
"Mutter, why did you and Papa choose me? I know you said that I was adopted, but why me? Why did you choose me? Because a normal kinder wouldn't get chased by bullies just because he took his hood off. I always make a lot of trouble..."
She had to think for a moment about this. "Well, it was because…God meant for us to have you I think. He loves you, and he loves us, and he decided to bless us with you." She said eventually. Silently she remembered that day;
It had been a quiet day, fairly normal comparably. Mr. and Mrs. Wagner were sitting by the river near their cottage home. It was strangely peaceful spring weather, especially when it had been stormy not long before, though the water had already dried from the ground. Mrs. Wagner looked up from her book for a moment. She wasn't sure what had distracted her, but she glanced around. She saw something floating in the water a little ways off. She tried for a moment to figure out the floating object, but she couldn't tell. It didn't move like any creature, and it certainly wasn't a log because it kept shifting, like and uncomfortable child.
"A child?" she whispered to herself, wondering where the thought had come from, but trusting her feeling, she signaled her husband who had just set up gear for fishing, "Out there, in the water, give me your pole please dear" she called to him. Grabbing the fishing pole she began wading out into the water to the floating bundle. She used the pole to direct it to her with the flow of the river. When it had finally come within reach she pulled carefully up out of the water, what appeared to be a pile of old blankets and cloth, but inside it, was something warm, and moving.
After wading back to the shore, the woman carefully unwrapped the bundle of blankets, her husband watching with curiosity. They both gasped quietly when a tiny hand reached up. A tiny hand, covered in the finest soft blue fur. The childs two small fingers and a tiny thumb wrapped tighly around Mrs. Wagner's extended finger. She glanced around several times, trying to make out if there was a mother nearby, but there was no one but her and her husband, and the strange little boy who had come from out of nowhere. She gently lifted him from the blankets and lovingly into her arms. He blinked at her with big yellow eyes, yawned, and then began to nod comfortably in the warmth of a woman's arms.
"He is a blessing child when we could have none" she whispered
"What shall we call him?" her husband said quietly, trying to keep from wakeing the baby
"We will call him…."
"Kurt…." She said out loud. "hmm?" answered Kurt, turning his head to the side slightly. She simply smiled at her adopted son. "It's nothing."
Kurt and his Mom cleaned the table, and put out the plates and bowls and silverware, twice Mrs. Wagner had to keep the small boy from trying to carry too much at once. They set out the bread and butter, and the stew in a big pot, just in time as the door opened. Through it stepped the strong man Kurt had come to know as Dad. He folded his umbrella and placed it in the stand, walking through to the dining-room and giving Kurt an affectionate rub on the head, messing up Kurt's almost-dried hair. Kurt grinned and followed his Dad.
Mr. Wagner kissed his wife and then sat down. He was a warm man, but of few words. Mrs. Wagner got out some napkins as Kurt climbed into his chair over the top of the backrest, and would have fallen straight into his bowl of stew if his mom hadn't pulled the chair back in time. Instead the child simply landed with a slightly awkward 'pluff' onto the chair's cushion. Mrs. Wagner sat down, bowed her head, and put her hands together, signaling a prayer before the meal. Kurt scurried into the sitting position and clasped his small hands together.
"Dear heavenly father, we thank you for the nourishing bread and stew, we thank you for the blessings which we see everyday, and thank you for protecting Kurt today. We ask that you bless this food, Amen." she said "Amen." Kurt and Mr. Wagner said in unison.
When dinner had been eaten and the story of Kurt's adventure with the town-boys had been told, things were being cleaned up from the table and the phone rang. Mr. Wagner made it to the ringing object first and picked it up. Kurt's curious nature gave in, and he stopped to try to listen, but was quickly shooed back to work by his Mom, winking, who moments later crept over to the doorway and tried to listen in. Kurt stifled a laugh and tip-toed over behind his Mom. The phone went 'click' as it was set back up on the hook. Mrs. Wagner and Kurt both hurriedly attempted to make it look as if they had been working the whole time on the dishes.
"Who was it dear?" Mrs. Wagner inquired.
"My boss. He is visiting tomorrow afternoon and is bringing his daughter because her elder brother can't watch her. Some sort of…accident or such. Be sure he is milking a simple bruise on the jaw to it's fullest." He said with a sarcastic smirk.
"Do I need to set a dinner place?" She asked unblinkingly.
"No, they'll be here later than that." He responded.
When the dished had been cleared and cleaned and the table was empty, Kurt looked up at his mom and said, "Mutter, do you think Fater's boss's boy told him about today?"
Mrs. Wagner smiled and picked Kurt up.
"No dear-one. You think that little snot would tell his dad he got beat up by your mom with a rake?" Kurt snickered impishly. His tail twitched as he was carried up-stairs. Rocking in his mother's arms he was lulled slowly to sleep, a smile still on his face.