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Chapter 5

Kurt paced in front of the front doors, his tail swishing in aggravation behind him. It was one o'clock and Kitty was late for curfew. He looked at the door every time he passed it, then looked down at his wrist to check the time. He stopped suddenly when he heard the creak of the large wooden doors and he stormed toward the girl. "Keety! Vere have you been? I've been vorried sick!" Kitty looked up at Kurt and smiled weakly "sorry Fuzzy. I didn't mean to scare you." Kurt took in his friends appearance and his anger dissipated. Her hair was a bit wind swept, her eyes oddly bright and she was in a different top. "Keety vhere is your shirt?" She glanced down at the top Wanda had given to her.

The girl had taken the time to clean her up, wiping the make up from her face and removing the signs of tears. She had let Kitty cry in to her shoulder for over an hour before taking charge and giving Kitty no time to feel sorry for herself. Kitty was sure that it was the best thing the girl could have done for her, keeping up a stream of constant conversation while she brushed her hair, cleaned her face, helped her clean other parts of her body and had covered up her exposed skin with a shirt of her own.

Kitty tugged on the bottom of the shirt, it was rather large and seemed to swallow her small frame whole "Oh.. Something was spilled on mine so Wanda let me borrow one of hers." Kurt looked at the girl strangely but shrugged it off. He walked forward and engulfed the girl in a hug. "Don't ever scare me like that again. Got eet?" Kitty nodded and hugged her friend back "I promise Elf." She hid her face in his shoulder letting his soft fur brush against her skin and sooth her frazzled nerves. "I'm going to go to bed now. I'll see you in the morning." Kurt nodded. "Gute Nacht Katzchen."

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When the sun rose on Monday morning it shone in through the windows of the mansion, brightening all the rooms, and illiciting groans from the occupants of said rooms, except for one. The room the Rogue and Kitty shared was empty as both girls huddled in the bathroom. Kitty was sitting on the counter as Rogues glove covered hand held her chin, turning her face to see it from as many angles as she could.

"Suga, what happened?" Kitty blushed a little as Rogue examined her slightly swollen and bruised cheek. Luckily it hadn't quite set in the night before since Wanda had placed some ice against it. Kitty was just glad that Kurt didn't see it, as she knew he would over react. "It's like totally nothing." Kitty chirped, her bright smile stretching the bruised cheek and not quite reaching her eyes.

"You know how much of a klutz I can be. Can you just help me cover it up?" Rogue frowned and raised an eyebrow at her younger friend. Sure Kitty was a total klutz when she had first joined the X-Men but all of them had, had so much training they all had almost perfect reflexes. She looked in to the blue eyes in front of her and sighed. She didn't know what Kitty was hiding but she knew the girl would tell her on her own. "Ah don't think there's much ah can do for ya."

Kitty seemed to deflate at the thought of all the looks and questions she would get when people saw her face. She nodded slowly "Well thanks anyway." She hopped off the counter and carefully maneuvered past Rogue and out in to the hallway. Rogue watched her as she disappeared through the wall to their bedroom.

Rogue sighed and bit her lip. "What has that girl gotten herself in to?" She shook her head, making herself a promise to keep an eye on the girl then followed her path back to the bedroom to get changed for the day.

Kitty and Rogue slowly walked in to the kitchen, Kitty's head was down but since her hair was in her ever present pony tail her face was exposed and it didn't take Logan's keen eyes very long to see the large bruise on her cheek.

He stood from the table and swiftly walked over to her, lifting her face by her chin and growling loudly. The chatter stopped as the kids in the kitchen watched, wide eyed. Kitty's eyes met with her teachers and she could see the fury he tried to suppress. "Half pint! What is this?" Kitty shifted her eyes away and shrugged, trying to break from his hold. "It's a bruise Logan, what does it look like."

Most of the younger students winced as she spoke back to him and he growled again. "And how did it get on your face?" Kitty's thoughts whirled as she tried to think up an excuse. Luckily for her she heard a honking out front. She stiffened and her eyes widened, "Sorry Logan but my ride is here." She phased out of his grasp and bolted out the door.

Logan's eyes narrowed and he quickly projected his thoughts to the head of the institute. "Chuck, there's a problem we need to talk about." He heard the reply echo through his head. "Understood. Come to my office once all the children have left for school."

Kitty took a deep breath before making her way through the foyer and out to Lances jeep. She could see him sitting calmly in the front seat and she hesitated before jumping in beside him. "Hey pretty Kitty, ready to go?" She nodded and then her breathe stopped as he leaned over and cheerily kissed her bruised cheek.

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Logan paced in front of Charles Xavier's desk. "Chuck I could smell him on her. She was late for curfew last night, I could hear the elf storming around waiting for her. How else would she get that bruise on her face if it wasn't for that slime ball Alvers!" His claws unsheathed and he stopped, slamming his hands down on his old friends desk. "Just wait till I get my hands on him."

Charles sighed and closed his eyes. He was worried for his young pupil but was sure that the girl would have come to him if something was wrong so he set about to calm the angry man down. "Logan please, think this through, you could smell young Lance on Kitty because they are engaged in a relationship. This also explains her absence from the mansion last night. They are young, They will break rules every once in a while and be home past curfew. And there could be many a reason why she was injured. But if it makes you feel better I shall sit with the girl and talk to her."

Logan took a deep breath and carefully retracted his claws. "What would make me feel better, would be to see Alvers roasting over a spit." He growled before turning and exiting the office with a slam of the door.

German:

Gute Nacht Katzchen - Good Night Kitten

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