Tails of Change [Revamping!]

29) Shot More Than I Should've

[Author's Note:

X-Men Characters in this Chapter: Nightcrawler (Kurt), Spyke (Evan Daniels), Shadowcat (Kitty Pryde)

OC Characters in this Chapter: _____(Sorin), Inka Konig

*Italicized words are either German words or English words with a more Germanic spelling. Any words that are dissimilar to the English version (or a bit out of context) will have a translation appearing here:

Ich bin nicht. == I am not.
Das ist alt. == That is old.
Herr == (designation of respect towards an elder)
die == the
und == and

{10.11.2020} Revamped! New material!]

"So. Are you really not straight?" Sorin asked, from his seat across from Kurt. Kurt remained quiet, motionless in his resting place, eyes covered with his forearm. He stayed quiet for such a stretch of time that Sorin was formulating an apology in his head. Before he could voice it, Kurt answered.

"Ja. Ich bin nicht."

Sorin knew the gist of the what Kurt had said and filed away the knowledge that Kurt was into guys. He vaguely remembered at least Evan, maybe some others in the group, mentioning or discussing, teasing Kurt for, him liking Kitty.

"So did you really have a crush on Kitty or was that misdirection so people would think you're straight?"

Kurt shifted slightly and peered out at Sorin from beneath his arm's shade, amusement in his eyes.

"Das ist alt. Gone." Sorin chose not to mention to Kurt that he was swapping languages for now, since he seemed to be understanding Kurt's meanings, if not the exact wording behind them. There was no need to point out something that wasn't a problem. At least, he thought he understood so far.

"But you did?"

"Ja."

"So you're bi then?" That was the information Sorin had been after. He didn't care about Kurt's past interests themselves, just if those interests were female and male.

Kurt sat up fully and mirrored Sorin's posture: sitting facing each other, hands gripping the edge of the locker room bench. Kurt looked directly at him.

"Ja." It was a defensive admission, almost a challenge or dare. As if Kurt expected Sorin to say something negative about his sexuality or about him. Then his face relaxed a fraction.

"You are," Kurt looked to the side, searching for a word or phrase, and settling on, "nicht straight."

"I'm not." This he had admitted during the game of truth or dare.

"Bi?" Kurt's eyes were looking at him again.

"Bi," Sorin confirmed. So they both knew that they both were into both. Now what?

"Herr Logan," Kurt began, but cut himself off. When Kurt showed no signals that he was planning on finishing that thought, Sorin prompted,

"Logan?"

"Ah." Kurt blushed a little.

Sorin enjoyed seeing the rosy color creep onto his cheeks and tint his ears, and wondered if he would have noticed at all if Kurt's holo-watch had been disabled.

"He ist vith you during all die heat?"

"He brings me to the cabin, and then back to the Institute when it's over. He doesn't stay." Sorin was confused. Why would Kurt think Logan stayed with him during his heat? Maybe he'd misunderstood Kurt's question.

"You are nicht... vith Herr Logan?"

Comprehension dawned on Sorin. By 'with' Kurt meant 'having sex with'. His eyes widened in surprise, incredulous.

"No," he said in amusement. "Double no. He's like twice my age. There's no relationship or anything. The Professor just has him shuffle me back and forth between the cabin and the Institute when it happens."

"Oh." Kurt's blush became darker. "Und Herr Logan ist many times older. His life ist long."

"Oh. Well. Okay then."

They sat there in silence until Evan came into the locker room, still missing his shirt, pants, and shoes, from his dare earlier. His hair was disheveled and he had several hickeys on his neck and chest.

"Hey, Evan." Sorin raised an eyebrow at his appearance.

"Hey, Sorin; Kurt."

"You had some fun," Kurt grinned at his best friend.

"Oh, shut up," Evan said, amusement dancing on his face as he pulling his bag out of the locker. He pulled his dress shirt out of the bag and buttoned it on, then slung the bag over his shoulder.

"Are you going somewhere?" Sorin asked.

"Yeah, I asked the Professor to send someone to come get me."

"You don't want to spend more time with Inka?" Sorin asked.

"I, uh," Evan swallowed uncomfortably, blushed, eyes skittering, landing anywhere but on Sorin and Kurt. Finally Evan stammered out, "May have shot more than I should've."

Sorin was about to ask what that meant, when Evan intentionally unsheathed a spike from his forearm. Instantly, Sorin understood and his brain was awash with gruesome, bloody images.

"You didn't. She isn't. Did you shoot that inside her?" Sorin asked in a panic.

"What? Oh god, no! No. From my arms and legs. Totally missed her. She's totally fine. Scared. Of me. But she's not hurt." Evan started towards the door, as if remembering he was in a rush. "I pulled the spikes out of the wall and ceiling after she ran away, and hid them in the teacher's desk. I've gotta go back and get them, and my clothes, and leave."

"Aren't you concerned she's going to tell someone about you?"

"A little." He paused for a moment to look back at them. "You guys should leave too. And Kitty. Logan will be here soon. I have to get the spikes and my clothes before he gets here. You guys should get your stuff and find Kitty. We all should leave, just in case Inka says something to the wrong person. I'd hope she won't, but I don't know her well enough to be sure." And then he was gone.

"Vell, so much for a night of celebration," Kurt sighed, standing up. He grabbed his bag out of the locker he'd shoved it in and slung it over his shoulder. Sorin did the same.

Out of the locker room, they decided to part ways. Kurt turned right and Sorin turned left. They'd check every room they came across until they found Kitty. Whoever did would call the other and let them know to stop looking. Hopefully, Kitty would be willing to listen to them and leave. Sorin thought Kurt had a decent chance of getting her to leave with the rest of them, but Sorin wasn't so sure she'd listen to him.

After opening four, count that, four classrooms where he'd walked in on former students having sex, Sorin was exasperated. He sighed. He was ready to leave. He was about to go into the next room when his holo-watch lit up with a call from Kurt. Kurt must have found her. Thank goodness. He pushed the call accept button.

"I found her. Ve are headed to locker room, then to car."

"Okay, I'll meet you out there."

"Ja."

The call disconnected.