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Chapter 2- 011340
Shout out: Sorry again for the short chapter! In this chapter you might notice that I played around with what to call Toad. I mean should I call him Todd or Toad? I want to call Nightcrawler mostly Kurt, but I don't know if I should call Todd Todd or Toad. Which do you guys think sounds better?
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“Good morning everyone.” Kurt said charitably, managing to get Kitty to give a little yelp as he teleported into the kitchen. “What’s to eat? I’m hungry enough to eat a horse.”
Logan, AKA wolverine just grumbled angrily. He obviously wasn’t a morning person. Jean laughed lightly as she gestured to a plate. “Well there’s no horse, but there’s some bacon.”
“That’s good enough for me.” Kurt exclaimed, reaching across the table for the crispy meat, much to the harassment of a disgruntled wolverine. “So, vat’s up?”
“Well not my hair, that‘s for sure.” Kitty grumbled, trying to coax her hair into it’s usual ponytail holder. “I think it’s the new shampoo. I, like, can’t seem to do anything with it anymore.”
As Jean replied, giving Kitty ‘womanly tips’ on how to manage hair, Kurt tuned then out. No one asked how HIS days went. Even as he kept up a cheerful face through all the battles, even as he made small jokes, even as he teased others when he wanted to shut himself away….
A sudden clattering of dishes jolted Kurt from his thoughts and he realized the rest of them were cleaning up. He hurriedly stuffed a piece of bacon in his mouth and grabbed another for the road.
With a slender, midnight blue finger Kurt pressed the small button on his watch and his disguise came on, masquerading his true appearance with one of a fairly good looking guy. He looked down to see five fingers instead of three curled around the strip of bacon. The skin on his arms was slightly tanned and soft to the touch… at least it looked soft to touch. If anyone got too close, they would be able to feel his blue fur of his true form. He tried to move his devil like tail and found that he couldn’t. It was gone. Once again he could pretend he was normal, at least for awhile.
Kurt started towards the door, then stopped abruptly. “Oh no! I forgot my home vork!” He exclaimed. He had been planning to walk to school with Kitty but he didn’t want to make her late. “You go on ahead Kitty, I’ll catch up later if I can find ya.”
He didn’t wait for an answer and simply teleported to his room. Once there he looked around. He had been working on it yesterday…. And then …. He had fallen asleep on the floor. He would have done it on the bed but there was more room on the floor.
Wait! If he had fallen asleep sprawled out on the floor…. How did he get to his bed? And more importantly, where was his homework!?! He looked around frantically, getting onto his hands and knees and glancing under the bed. “Come out come out vherever you are…” he muttered to himself as he straightened up and glanced around the room, his disguised eyes seeking out the precious piece of paper.
Finally his eyes made their way around the room to his bed and there, on the bedside table, was his homework. “Ah there you are.” He breathed a sigh of relief, taking the paper and stuffing it into his bag. “I just vonder how you got there.”
He checked his watch and frowned. Somehow, it had been put on military time and it read 01 hours, 13 minutes and 40 seconds…. But that was impossible.
011340.… He felt like he remembered the number from somewhere… but where?
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Kurt yawned loudly. It was math class and they were in the middle of a test. He idly doodled on the edge of his paper making little loops and spirals intertwining into a spider web of designs.
SNAP!
Kurt let out a little yelp and fell backwards, falling hard onto the ground. There was a chorus of giggles and he rubbed his head as he looked up to see his teacher glaring at him with a ruler in her hands.
“Kurt Wagner, this is math time, NOT sleeping time.”
Kurt winced at her words. “Yes madam.” He said, struggling to his feet and picking up his chair before sitting in it once again and turning his gaze back onto his test. The numbers blurred before his eyes and gradually made the number 011340. He KNEW he had seem that somewhere before.
011340. It was driving him crazy. He saw the teacher eyeing him and he quickly punched some numbers into the calculator so that it looked like he was working. When he looked at the calculator he saw he had typed in the number. 011340.
011340.
His eyes widened. It couldn’t be….
He flipped the calculator over and covered up the 0.
Hello.
That’s what it was from! You could write certain things in your calculator and they would make words if you turned your calculator upside down. Scott had shown him that…. And someone had gone through the trouble of switching his watch to military time and typing in the number so that he might figure it out. Maybe it was the same person that had taken him from the floor to his bed! But who would have done it? Nobody went into his room because he usually locked the door, not wanting to be disturbed…. So how could they have gotten in? Kitty could walk through walls… but she wouldn’t have taken the trouble.
The window! That must have been it. The window had been open. Someone might have climbed in and-
Heh, what was he thinking. He was on the second floor. No one could have climbed up there. And besides, why would they? He sighed and pressed the ‘clear’ button on his calculator. He had to stop thinking that someone could possibly out there who would pay attention to him. Someone who would like him for him and not judge him on his appearance.
He was thinking about himself again. Wallowing in self pity.
Hail Mary…
Kurt managed to finish the test without the teacher yelling at him and he felt pretty good about it. He knew most of the material and there were a few bonuses. Since math was his last class before lunch he had brought lunch with him and he took it out of the bag slung over his shoulder so he could nibbled as he walked to lunch.
Suddenly something long and slimy stretched out and took the brown bag out of his hands. Kurt spun around and found himself looking into the golden eyes of Todd Tolensky, AKA toad. Kurt looked down the halls and was relieved and disgruntled to find them alone.
“Hey fuzzy.” Todd said, chewing a few times then swallowing Kurt’s lunch whole. “What’s up?”
Kurt glared at him. “Well a certain slimy froschaehnlich just stole my lunch.”
Todd grinned. “Ooo big word, how about you tell the poor little English boy what it means.”
Kurt smirked and bent over into a defensive crouch, his features mocking. “Froschaehnlich means froggy. A certain slime covered froggy stole my lunch.”
Todd’s eyes narrowed, the golden pupils becoming larger as the lids blocked off light. “Froggy huh? Better than being a little blue devil boy. I hope you don’t need a translation for that!"
Kurt turned and walked away, his blood boiling. ‘Devil am I?’ he thought to himself. ‘…perhaps I am.’ He heard a noise behind him and teleported instinctively in just in time as Toad’s long tongue pierced through the floor where he had just been, leaving a large hole it’s wake.
Kurt appeared a few feet away, facing Toad, his fists clenched at his sides. He had tried walking away and that hadn’t worked, so he had no choice but to fight right?.... Right. And if you couldn't walk away, there was nothing else to do but to fight back! “Alright slime boy.” He growled. “If it’s a fight you vant… it’s a fight you’ll get.”
"Bring it fuzz butt." Pure golden eyes found disguised golden eyes as they stared at each other, both tensed and waiting for the other to make the first move. Their blood was racing hot in their veins, their hearts beating in sync as they faced each other.
Though they would never admit it, they knew what each other was feeling. They were both animals in their own way with acute senses and strange physical features. They knew what this fight was really about. It wasn’t about what they had said, it was about getting any pent up emotions out so they could walk away satisfied and sedated. The word battle was just a cover up.
Kurt saw Todd tense and he got ready, his eyes keen on the other, each ready to put all they had into the fight.
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“Good morning everyone.” Kurt said charitably, managing to get Kitty to give a little yelp as he teleported into the kitchen. “What’s to eat? I’m hungry enough to eat a horse.”
Logan, AKA wolverine just grumbled angrily. He obviously wasn’t a morning person. Jean laughed lightly as she gestured to a plate. “Well there’s no horse, but there’s some bacon.”
“That’s good enough for me.” Kurt exclaimed, reaching across the table for the crispy meat, much to the harassment of a disgruntled wolverine. “So, vat’s up?”
“Well not my hair, that‘s for sure.” Kitty grumbled, trying to coax her hair into it’s usual ponytail holder. “I think it’s the new shampoo. I, like, can’t seem to do anything with it anymore.”
As Jean replied, giving Kitty ‘womanly tips’ on how to manage hair, Kurt tuned then out. No one asked how HIS days went. Even as he kept up a cheerful face through all the battles, even as he made small jokes, even as he teased others when he wanted to shut himself away….
A sudden clattering of dishes jolted Kurt from his thoughts and he realized the rest of them were cleaning up. He hurriedly stuffed a piece of bacon in his mouth and grabbed another for the road.
With a slender, midnight blue finger Kurt pressed the small button on his watch and his disguise came on, masquerading his true appearance with one of a fairly good looking guy. He looked down to see five fingers instead of three curled around the strip of bacon. The skin on his arms was slightly tanned and soft to the touch… at least it looked soft to touch. If anyone got too close, they would be able to feel his blue fur of his true form. He tried to move his devil like tail and found that he couldn’t. It was gone. Once again he could pretend he was normal, at least for awhile.
Kurt started towards the door, then stopped abruptly. “Oh no! I forgot my home vork!” He exclaimed. He had been planning to walk to school with Kitty but he didn’t want to make her late. “You go on ahead Kitty, I’ll catch up later if I can find ya.”
He didn’t wait for an answer and simply teleported to his room. Once there he looked around. He had been working on it yesterday…. And then …. He had fallen asleep on the floor. He would have done it on the bed but there was more room on the floor.
Wait! If he had fallen asleep sprawled out on the floor…. How did he get to his bed? And more importantly, where was his homework!?! He looked around frantically, getting onto his hands and knees and glancing under the bed. “Come out come out vherever you are…” he muttered to himself as he straightened up and glanced around the room, his disguised eyes seeking out the precious piece of paper.
Finally his eyes made their way around the room to his bed and there, on the bedside table, was his homework. “Ah there you are.” He breathed a sigh of relief, taking the paper and stuffing it into his bag. “I just vonder how you got there.”
He checked his watch and frowned. Somehow, it had been put on military time and it read 01 hours, 13 minutes and 40 seconds…. But that was impossible.
011340.… He felt like he remembered the number from somewhere… but where?
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Kurt yawned loudly. It was math class and they were in the middle of a test. He idly doodled on the edge of his paper making little loops and spirals intertwining into a spider web of designs.
SNAP!
Kurt let out a little yelp and fell backwards, falling hard onto the ground. There was a chorus of giggles and he rubbed his head as he looked up to see his teacher glaring at him with a ruler in her hands.
“Kurt Wagner, this is math time, NOT sleeping time.”
Kurt winced at her words. “Yes madam.” He said, struggling to his feet and picking up his chair before sitting in it once again and turning his gaze back onto his test. The numbers blurred before his eyes and gradually made the number 011340. He KNEW he had seem that somewhere before.
011340. It was driving him crazy. He saw the teacher eyeing him and he quickly punched some numbers into the calculator so that it looked like he was working. When he looked at the calculator he saw he had typed in the number. 011340.
011340.
His eyes widened. It couldn’t be….
He flipped the calculator over and covered up the 0.
Hello.
That’s what it was from! You could write certain things in your calculator and they would make words if you turned your calculator upside down. Scott had shown him that…. And someone had gone through the trouble of switching his watch to military time and typing in the number so that he might figure it out. Maybe it was the same person that had taken him from the floor to his bed! But who would have done it? Nobody went into his room because he usually locked the door, not wanting to be disturbed…. So how could they have gotten in? Kitty could walk through walls… but she wouldn’t have taken the trouble.
The window! That must have been it. The window had been open. Someone might have climbed in and-
Heh, what was he thinking. He was on the second floor. No one could have climbed up there. And besides, why would they? He sighed and pressed the ‘clear’ button on his calculator. He had to stop thinking that someone could possibly out there who would pay attention to him. Someone who would like him for him and not judge him on his appearance.
He was thinking about himself again. Wallowing in self pity.
Hail Mary…
Kurt managed to finish the test without the teacher yelling at him and he felt pretty good about it. He knew most of the material and there were a few bonuses. Since math was his last class before lunch he had brought lunch with him and he took it out of the bag slung over his shoulder so he could nibbled as he walked to lunch.
Suddenly something long and slimy stretched out and took the brown bag out of his hands. Kurt spun around and found himself looking into the golden eyes of Todd Tolensky, AKA toad. Kurt looked down the halls and was relieved and disgruntled to find them alone.
“Hey fuzzy.” Todd said, chewing a few times then swallowing Kurt’s lunch whole. “What’s up?”
Kurt glared at him. “Well a certain slimy froschaehnlich just stole my lunch.”
Todd grinned. “Ooo big word, how about you tell the poor little English boy what it means.”
Kurt smirked and bent over into a defensive crouch, his features mocking. “Froschaehnlich means froggy. A certain slime covered froggy stole my lunch.”
Todd’s eyes narrowed, the golden pupils becoming larger as the lids blocked off light. “Froggy huh? Better than being a little blue devil boy. I hope you don’t need a translation for that!"
Kurt turned and walked away, his blood boiling. ‘Devil am I?’ he thought to himself. ‘…perhaps I am.’ He heard a noise behind him and teleported instinctively in just in time as Toad’s long tongue pierced through the floor where he had just been, leaving a large hole it’s wake.
Kurt appeared a few feet away, facing Toad, his fists clenched at his sides. He had tried walking away and that hadn’t worked, so he had no choice but to fight right?.... Right. And if you couldn't walk away, there was nothing else to do but to fight back! “Alright slime boy.” He growled. “If it’s a fight you vant… it’s a fight you’ll get.”
"Bring it fuzz butt." Pure golden eyes found disguised golden eyes as they stared at each other, both tensed and waiting for the other to make the first move. Their blood was racing hot in their veins, their hearts beating in sync as they faced each other.
Though they would never admit it, they knew what each other was feeling. They were both animals in their own way with acute senses and strange physical features. They knew what this fight was really about. It wasn’t about what they had said, it was about getting any pent up emotions out so they could walk away satisfied and sedated. The word battle was just a cover up.
Kurt saw Todd tense and he got ready, his eyes keen on the other, each ready to put all they had into the fight.