((Author's Notes: I decided to write a plotted fanfic. I mean, how many are
there really that I
write? Thank goodness, a non-JAT though. And complete Kurt/Lance/Kitty love triangles.
Gotta love those. Shall I explain the plot? Nein. I think I'll just let you read and figure it out
yourself. Can you guess who gets the girl? Oh, and to compromise, if you read and reveiw
my story, I'll do the same for you. I'm a nice little furry elf, aren't I?))
((Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or the X-Men. But I do own this awesome Slayers
Tape I got from eBay! I love Slayers the Motion Picture!))
((Next Chapter will be yet another JAT. Very very funny. Lance gets pay back on Pietro and Toad!))
Bayville High Drama Club Presents... "Romeo & Juliet"
by N I G H T C R A W L E R
"Gods, Kurt. I'm so nervous." Kitty sat in the back of the auditorium while the rest of the casting crew waited to score the last performers, which happened to be Pietro and Toad.
Kurt looked a bit worried too. All that practicing is down to this. Five minutes on stage that tell whether or not it's the end or the beginning. Kurt looked at Kitty, and tried to put on the best possible face. "Don't worry, Katzchen. Just imagine we are in my room, practicing like normal. You'll do fine."
Kitty nodded and clutched her script to her chest. "You're right. I just need to calm down, thats all." She tilted her head downward, letting her hair brush over her pink sweater. Chill out, Kitty. You'll do fine. She thought repeatedly.
Jean turned to Kitty and Kurt, and Kitty was almost certain that she was about to call on them. Kitty grabbed Kurt's arm and dug her fingernails into his arm in fright. Kurt cringed, forcing one of his eyes shut. "Err.. Kitty..."
"Lance Alvers and Mia Phertt, you're next." Lance, who the whole time had been standing behind Kitty and Kurt, holding himself down to a low growl, emerged from the shadows. He made his way up to the stage, and swung his whole leg over the side.
Mia rose, and walked over to the stairs on the stage. She placed each foot softly on the steps, her long black hair swishing behind her, and her pink form fitting skirt following her curves masterfully.
Kitty leaned back in her chair, and released Kurt's arm. Kurt gave her a weak smile and placed his hand on her shoulder.
Lance took place at the edge of the stage, Mia on the other side. Kitty and Kurt directed their attention.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough cheek with a tender kiss." Lance spoke the words loud and clear, taking a few steps to Mia in between.
Mia continued the flow. "Good Pilgrim, you do wrong your hands too much, which mannerly devotion shows this. For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss."
"Have not saint lips, and holy palmers too?"
"Ay, pilgrim. Lips that they must use in prayer."
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; then pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers sake."
"Then move not, while my prayers effect I take. Thus, from my lips, your sin is purged."
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took."
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!" Lance pulled him arm around Mia, and gave her a slight peck beside the lips, looking real enough to pass as a kiss. "Give me my sin again"
"You kiss by the books."
Jean called out the Nurse's line from the bottom of the stage. "Madam, your mother craves a word with you." And Mia exited, downstage left, and sat back beside Jean. "That was good, you two."
Lance smiled and made his way back to the back of the auditorium, sneaking a smirk at Kurt before taking his seat.
"Okay. Kitty and Kurt, you're next."
Kitty took a deep breath as she walked down the isle to the stage. Kurt followed closely after until finally they were on the stage. Close, but not too close to each other, hand in the other's.
"Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yon pomegrante-tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale." Kitty's voice seemed to have aged from when she normally talked, and even the expression on her face fit the scene. Jean was quite impressed. But were the feelings true, or was Kitty just acting?
Kurt looked deeply into Kitty's eyes, and spoke softly. His german accented the words which flowed freely from his lips. "It was the lark, the herald of the morn, no nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks," Kurt pointed upstage. "do lace the severing clouds in yonder east; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip toe on the misty moutaintops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die."
"Yon light is not day light. I know it. It is some meteor that the sun exhales, to be to thee this night a torch bearer, and light thee way to Montua. Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not be gone.
Jean looked amazed, and as if she could have been watching the actual play, not the auditions. Rogue felt the same way. They're perfect for each other. She thought. Even they're hands fit perfectly together.
Jason was the first to break the moment. "That'll do, you two. Thanks a lot. We'll post the casting tomorrow."
Kitty sighed and dropped to her knees. "Thank god!" She smiled up at Kurt. "We did it."
Kurt smiled as well, and extended a hand down to her. "Lets go home, Katzchen."
Kitty nodded, accepted Kurt's hand, and left with him.
write? Thank goodness, a non-JAT though. And complete Kurt/Lance/Kitty love triangles.
Gotta love those. Shall I explain the plot? Nein. I think I'll just let you read and figure it out
yourself. Can you guess who gets the girl? Oh, and to compromise, if you read and reveiw
my story, I'll do the same for you. I'm a nice little furry elf, aren't I?))
((Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or the X-Men. But I do own this awesome Slayers
Tape I got from eBay! I love Slayers the Motion Picture!))
((Next Chapter will be yet another JAT. Very very funny. Lance gets pay back on Pietro and Toad!))
Bayville High Drama Club Presents... "Romeo & Juliet"
by N I G H T C R A W L E R
"Gods, Kurt. I'm so nervous." Kitty sat in the back of the auditorium while the rest of the casting crew waited to score the last performers, which happened to be Pietro and Toad.
Kurt looked a bit worried too. All that practicing is down to this. Five minutes on stage that tell whether or not it's the end or the beginning. Kurt looked at Kitty, and tried to put on the best possible face. "Don't worry, Katzchen. Just imagine we are in my room, practicing like normal. You'll do fine."
Kitty nodded and clutched her script to her chest. "You're right. I just need to calm down, thats all." She tilted her head downward, letting her hair brush over her pink sweater. Chill out, Kitty. You'll do fine. She thought repeatedly.
Jean turned to Kitty and Kurt, and Kitty was almost certain that she was about to call on them. Kitty grabbed Kurt's arm and dug her fingernails into his arm in fright. Kurt cringed, forcing one of his eyes shut. "Err.. Kitty..."
"Lance Alvers and Mia Phertt, you're next." Lance, who the whole time had been standing behind Kitty and Kurt, holding himself down to a low growl, emerged from the shadows. He made his way up to the stage, and swung his whole leg over the side.
Mia rose, and walked over to the stairs on the stage. She placed each foot softly on the steps, her long black hair swishing behind her, and her pink form fitting skirt following her curves masterfully.
Kitty leaned back in her chair, and released Kurt's arm. Kurt gave her a weak smile and placed his hand on her shoulder.
Lance took place at the edge of the stage, Mia on the other side. Kitty and Kurt directed their attention.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough cheek with a tender kiss." Lance spoke the words loud and clear, taking a few steps to Mia in between.
Mia continued the flow. "Good Pilgrim, you do wrong your hands too much, which mannerly devotion shows this. For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss."
"Have not saint lips, and holy palmers too?"
"Ay, pilgrim. Lips that they must use in prayer."
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; then pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers sake."
"Then move not, while my prayers effect I take. Thus, from my lips, your sin is purged."
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took."
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!" Lance pulled him arm around Mia, and gave her a slight peck beside the lips, looking real enough to pass as a kiss. "Give me my sin again"
"You kiss by the books."
Jean called out the Nurse's line from the bottom of the stage. "Madam, your mother craves a word with you." And Mia exited, downstage left, and sat back beside Jean. "That was good, you two."
Lance smiled and made his way back to the back of the auditorium, sneaking a smirk at Kurt before taking his seat.
"Okay. Kitty and Kurt, you're next."
Kitty took a deep breath as she walked down the isle to the stage. Kurt followed closely after until finally they were on the stage. Close, but not too close to each other, hand in the other's.
"Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yon pomegrante-tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale." Kitty's voice seemed to have aged from when she normally talked, and even the expression on her face fit the scene. Jean was quite impressed. But were the feelings true, or was Kitty just acting?
Kurt looked deeply into Kitty's eyes, and spoke softly. His german accented the words which flowed freely from his lips. "It was the lark, the herald of the morn, no nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks," Kurt pointed upstage. "do lace the severing clouds in yonder east; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip toe on the misty moutaintops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die."
"Yon light is not day light. I know it. It is some meteor that the sun exhales, to be to thee this night a torch bearer, and light thee way to Montua. Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not be gone.
Jean looked amazed, and as if she could have been watching the actual play, not the auditions. Rogue felt the same way. They're perfect for each other. She thought. Even they're hands fit perfectly together.
Jason was the first to break the moment. "That'll do, you two. Thanks a lot. We'll post the casting tomorrow."
Kitty sighed and dropped to her knees. "Thank god!" She smiled up at Kurt. "We did it."
Kurt smiled as well, and extended a hand down to her. "Lets go home, Katzchen."
Kitty nodded, accepted Kurt's hand, and left with him.