Disclaimer: I've been posting these things for a year, do you think I own the X Men?

A/N: Severe AU, and a little bit of OOCness (out of character-ness for those unversed in fanfic speak) Hopefully everything will become clear as you read.

Another note: I intend to complete 'Life's a Bitch', for those of you who were wondering.

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Chapter 1: Meet the Dynamic Duo!

A teenage girl tapped her pencil against her notebook, her blank worksheet laid in front of her as she stared out the window with a blank expression. She had her long, chocolate brown, black streaked hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, wore black skinny jeans and a long sleeved purple shirt. Along with that she wore a multitude of black bracelets on each wrist. Occasionally she'd glance to her watch, pausing the constant tapping of her pencil, sigh then continue her daydreaming and pencil drumming.

When the bell finally rang, she gathered up her still incomplete assignment along with the rest of her possessions and headed towards the door.

But not before the physics teacher called her name.

"Ms. Pryde, may I see you for a second."

Kitty stopped, took another nervous glance at her watch and turned on her heel to walk to stand in front of her teacher.

"Yes Mr. Fought?"

He gave her soft smile, "I'm just checking to make sure you're doing all right Ms. Pryde."

She gave him a quizzical look, "Was there something wrong with my last assignment?"

"No, no, not at all." The tall balding man took of his glasses to clean them, "Your assignment was flawless as usual. I am curious, though, as to why you always seem to have the most homework of everyone? You never do the work during class, is there a reason for that?" he questioned.

Kitty scramble for a reply, "Well, there isn't much to do at home, so it keeps me busy."

~Wow, lame excuse Pryde. ~ she chastised herself.

Mr. Fought also seemed to see through her excuse, so she cut him off before he could speak, "I really have to go home Mr. Fought. I need to take care of my...dog." Eh, it was the closest thing to the truth she could think of.

He nodded, "In that case I'll see you next week."

She nodded and left the room into the slowly emptying halls. She made her way to her locker as fast as she could, being short didn't really have many advantages in high school.

She walked from school at a clipped pace, her backpack slung over her shoulder.

Leaving the busy roads, she turned down a suburban street until she came to her own home. Not even bothering to go inside she sprinted around the house to the backyard and straight to the shed.

Pulling a chain over her head, she used the key at the end to unlock the door. The lock wasn't to keep him in, that was nearly impossible with what he could do, but it was to keep everyone else out.

Kitty opened the well oiled door open slowly to not startle him. Slipping inside, she looked around the small room to come to rest her gaze on the bed in the back left corner, under the small tinted window. Light could get in, but people couldn't see in.

The bed had belonged to her family's dog when she was three. They'd owned a gigantic Great Dane; so luckily, the bed was big enough for him to curl up comfortably.

She placed her backpack on the floor softly and crept over to kneel beside him. His chest, covered by a baggy black t shirt rose and fell with each even breath, his tail snaked around behind him, pocking out through the hole in the seat of his gray cargo shorts.

A gentle smile on her face, she pushed his indigo hair away from his face to lay eyes on his demonic features.

He didn't show any signs of stirring so she placed a soft kiss on his temple before leaving the shed and headed to the backdoor, leaving the shed door open.

Unlocking the backdoor, she searched the kitchen to create a large tray of food for the two of them to share. Once prepared, she travelled back outside and to the mini dwelling they'd created together to find her friend stretching cat like.

"Morning Kurt!"

He looked up, his glowing golden eyes focusing on her quickly, "Guten Tag Katzchen." He replied, standing to walk over to the patio table they'd set up where she'd set down the food.

They didn't speak, staying in a comfortable silence as Kurt demolished most of the food and she set out her homework into two piles.

She sighed, "You know, this would be a lot whole lot easier-"

"Wenn ich sah Menschen. Ja, ich weiß." (If I looked human. Yeah, I know.) Kurt replied.

She reached over and ruffled his shoulder length hair, "Come on, you know I love you the way you are!"

He smirked, "Hey, war ich nicht sagen, ich war nicht teuflisch gut aus." (Hey, I wasn't saying I wasn't devilishly handsome.)

She rolled her eyes, "Smart ass."

Kurt smirked and picked up a pencil, starting to work on the physics she'd laid out for him. Kurt was two years older than her, seventeen to her fifteen, but unfortunately, because of his appearance he couldn't go to school.

Plus there was the fact that she was the only one who knew about him that was also a problem.

When she was five her family had gone on a vacation to Germany, the last one they'd ever taken as a family. Kitty had run across a seven year old Kurt trying to sneak some food from a vender. Scared when he was spotted, he'd bounded away and of course she, like all five year olds, had shown an open mindedness that adults lacked and had bought some food before followed the strange cloaked boy.

She'd found him hiding in an alley and had given him the food as a peace offering. She had had no knowledge about German whatsoever, but she was a particularly clever child and was able to understand some of what he said.

For the next few weeks of her vacation, she'd met up with him, always bringing food for her new friend that, in her eyes, was way too thin.

But, like all things, it had had to come to an end. She'd nearly thrown a fit when her parents told her she was leaving. Kurt didn't have anyone else, from what she'd been able to gather, his parents had died in a house fire when he was six.

Following her parents' announcement, she started to create an elaborate and complex plan that only a five year old child in fear of losing her best and only friend could.

So, as her plane took off, Kurt was hiding in the luggage compartment at the bottom of the plane and when they landed in America, he hid in the back of their car.

It was by pure luck, or maybe it was a miracle of God that she got him upstairs and into her room without anyone being the wiser.

For the next few years, he lived in her walk-in closet. Quite happy to create a nest out of blankets and pillows in the back for him to sleep in.

Of course, he couldn't stay seven forever and when the closet became too small, he came up with the idea to transform the garden shed into a mini home.

By then, Kitty had gained an almost complete knowledge of the German language, and while for the life of her, she could barely pronounce a few words, she understood everything he said crystal clear and vice versa.

So, within a few weeks, they'd cleaned out the shed from top to bottom, removed all the unused and cluttered shelves and turned it into a liveable environment for a teenage boy.

The windows were replaced with tinted glass to diffuse curious eyes, and then on the inside, Kitty hung up old black pillow cases as make shift blinds to block the light. The table had been set up with two chairs for their 'study sessions' of course; Kurt was a fast learner and able to complete the assignments in minimal time. Kitty hadn't been lying when she said lots of the assignments were used to pass time.

After so many years, they were even able to write exactly the same, no one could tell the difference between their work.

A small bookshelf held a bunch of novels that Kurt read throughout the day and then Kitty had hooked up both a heater and a fan in the shed for both winter and summer.

For food, Kurt would leave the shed and steal some food from the kitchen. He never stayed in the house long without her, just in case one of her parents spontaneously decided to come home early.

Of course, there was the possibility of someone seeing him entered the house, but that was eliminated with the fact that Kurt could teleport. The two of them had affectionately named it bamfing because of the noise he made when he teleported.

And now here they were: ten years later and everyone was still completely oblivious to Kurt's existence.

She smiled as Kurt's tail passed her an Oreo cookie.

And that was the way they intended it to stay.

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A/N: I'm going to cut you off right now. I know people are going to say Kitty is treating Kurt like a pet in some ways, that will come to play in later chapters. DON'T send in a review stating that Kurt is Kitty's pet, I'll send you this message if you do. As I have said before, I have no remorse for stupid people who don't read Author's Notes.

Next up (or finally, what have you): Chased by the Night

Summary: Nightmares are never fun especially if you know they're true. Kurt's hearing voices in his head. Who are they, and why do they want Shadowcat dead? Kurtty, Todd/Kurt friendship.

Second in the Demon Sins Collection; it is NOT the sequel to Blood Passion, it is a whole new story.