'This was NOT going to be a date. Absolutely not a date.' Gizel repeated to herself the whole way to her Auntie's house. They had taken this yellow car from the Professor's garage to get there with Scott driving and Jean sitting in the passenger seat. That means Gizel was squished between Kurt and Jubilee with Peter on the far end. They'd asked Storm if she'd like to come, but she declined the offer. "Hey, Gizel, how much further?" Scott asked over the wind. "Not too far! You need to take a left up here and you'll practically end up in her driveway!" Gizel calls up to him.

Scott nods and Gizel squirms in her seat. Kurt was so close to her their knees were touching, which wouldn't be bad if she weren't wearing her yellow sundress with a blue sweater over it. "The red shutters or the green?" Scott asks. "Red!" Scott makes a sharp turn and Gizel knocks into Kurt. and they come to a stop. "My apologies," Kurt says. Helping her up and out of the car. "Don't worry about it Kurt. Thank you." She tucks some hair behind her ear before heading towards the house. She pulls the screen door open and knocks on the wooden door rapidly. The door opens and a raven haired boy comes rushing out followed by Percy close behind. "Get back here you menice!" Percy calls out. It was then that Gizel realizes what car they pulled behind. "Grammy." She mutters in minor horror.

"Quick. Get Kurt upstairs. Don't talk to anyone and shove him in the door with a butterfly on it. Go!" Gizel pushed them inside and they did as she'd instructed with some gripping from the boys. "Oddy! Percy! Get over here now!" The boys freeze as if they'd never ever noticed she was there. "What's up Gizzy?" Oddy asks. "Why didn't you tell me Grammy was here?" Gizel said through her teeth, getting close to Percy's face. "It didn't seem important at the time?" Percy said with a little tremble. "Ooo! You're such an idiot. I brought Kurt with me, you dunce. With Grammy here, he won't be able to go anywhere!"

"Why's that?" Oddy asks. "Because of her Blue Devil story. She'll see him and freak out. And then Kurt will freak out and then- we just need to not let her see him, okay?" The two boys throw up mock salutes. "Yes, ma'am!" Gizel rolls her eyes. "What's all this racket?" A grouchy and angered voice says. Gizel turns to see her gray-haired, cane welding, Polish grandmother. "Grammy," Gizel says awkwardly going to hug the elderly woman. "It's so good to see you." Gizel's grandmother just grumbles something in Polish before saying, "Did you not bring friends, girl?" She narrows her eyes. "Of course I did, but we're all so very tired, in fact, I think I'll take a nap before the true trip starts. Car leg and all that."

Gizel quickly darts up to her room and shuts the door then locking it for good measure. "That could have been bad." She mutters. "Are you alvight?" Kurt asks from her bed. "Yeah," She releases a strong sigh. "I'm afraid we'll have to hide you until the festival." She flops onto her bed with another sigh. "I'm real sorry Kurt." She turns to him without meeting his eyes. However, she does notice the darkening hue of his cheeks. "It ez not your vault, but, if I may ask, why must I hide?" Gizel gave a small whine before getting off the bed and plucking a book from one of her many shelves.

"My grandmother is Polish, and grew up in Poland for most of her life." She opened up the book to the chapter she needed and sat back down. "There was an old legend that was passed around throughout her town. It was the story of the Devil's son, Kasimierz. Or at least, that was his birth name. But because of his somber nature, he was renamed Klementyna. Anyways, his story goes as follows." She clears his voice before reading from the book. "Once upon a time there was a young maiden of fair skin and immense beauty, revered as a Godsend and an angel, she was loved by all the village. One day, while out picking flowers for a newly blessed mother, she noticed someone sitting in an old apple tree. As she approached this stranger she noticed he was eating an apple, which was odd, considering this tree hadn't given fruit in mouths and was thought to be dying. 'Sir?' She called to the man. 'How did you get that fruit? This tree's been barren for so long, what have you done to it?' The man just laughed. 'I've done nothing, this tree is fine.' The man jumped from the tree and landed beside the girl.

"'If you do not believe me, then have a bite.' The girl blushed, for this man was truly the most handsome man she'd ever seen. And his black eyes seemed to glow red with something she couldn't quite place. So she gingerly took the apple in her hands and took a small bite. Suddenly she was consumed with lust and layed with this stranger right under that apple tree. When she awoke she found herself pregnant and the stranger was gone. She was mortified. A baby out of wedlock? How unholy. She went to her family to seek help but after regaling her take they just stared at her in horror, calling her The Devil's Bride. Shunned by her family and hometown, she wept every single day until the baby was born. It's said that because of her weeping the baby came out blue and with the Devil in the child's blood he bore a tail with an arrow-shaped tip.

She was so scared that she died from a heart attack and blood loss. The poor blue child was swallowed into hell where he was raised until he was given his first demonic task. To kill an angel who was trying to save a baby deer that had been hit by a hunter's arrow. He couldn't go through with it and instead wept beside the dying deer. That's when the angel renamed him. He then lived out his days weeping for the dead and living beside the riverbanks. Though if any should see him they will be graced with a horrible tragedy, never knowing when it'll happen but always knowing that it's on their horizon." Gizel closed the book and turned to Kurt, who looked like he was going to cry. Gizel sighed and placed her head on his shoulder. "My grandmother's already saw Klem once. I don't want her to think she's seen him twice."

"Es alvight mein Schatz." He wrapped his arm around her and ran his fingers through her hair. "You don't need to explain any more than that. I understand. But how am I going to get to your festival?" Gizel sighs. "Well, we could just say you dressed for the festival, but I don't know if she'll believe it."

"Gizel Marie Greenwood! Get down here! And bring your blue friend. Don't lie, I know he's there!" Gizel hears her grandmother scream. Gizel facepalms. "Right, she can mind walk. I forgot." She takes Kurt's hand and leads him to the living room where everyone has congregated. Gizel's grandmother was sitting in the washed out, offputting, yellow chair with her cane at her side. "Forgot I could walk through this house didn't ya, girly?" She asks, just as grouchy as ever. "Yes, Grandmama," Gizel says, gripping Kurt's hand a little tighter. "So you brought a mutant from that fancy school, did you? And a Blue Devil at that. What's your name boy?" She points her cane at Kurt. "My name ez Kurt. Kurt Wagner." Kurt says. "He even bares the cured letter." She grumbles. "Tell me, do you intend to stay and leave with the others Gizel has brought here?" Kurt nods. "Alright, then he can stay. But he must sleep in the shed. I will not have a Blue Devil within these walls as long as I'm here."

"But Grandmama-" Gizel tries to interject but her grandmother sends her a death stare. "My word is law, and if you dare speak up against me again... You know the punishment." Gizel gulps and nods. Everything goes silent as the grandmother lifts herself out of the chair and into the kitchen. "I'm real sorry guys. She wasn't supposed to be here." Gizel says, letting go of Kurt's hand and heading towards the stairs. "Vhere are you going?" Kurt asks. Gizel's voice was empty and hollow when she said, "To get you some blankets and pillows. Granny's word is law until she leaves." With that, she disappeared up the stairs.

"Anyone else regretting their decision to come?" Peter asks, raising his hand. Everyone glares. Kurt looks up at the stairs Gizel had climbed and follows after her. "Gizel. Gizel?" Kurt knocks on the door but Gizel doesn't answer right away. But the door opens and shuts quickly when she exits. Her arms are filled with quilts and pillows. "It can get cold at night." She doesn't meet his eyes. "Come on the shed's out back." She passes him and backs her way to the back door that's located in the kitchen. "Gizel... Zhis is ridiculous." Kurt tries to reason with her, but it's no use. "Kurt, I can't say no to her. She can see through walls without getting out of that ugly chair. If I snuck you in she'd know and then we'd have to face her other power, the one that killed my grandfather. It's scary and I haven't had to see in six years. If I go my whole life without seeing it again I will praise God for it."

"If she iz zo bad, I vould protect you," Kurt says, trying to put on a strong voice, but the blush on his face was giving him away. "I appreciate that. I really do, but I don't want you to get hurt because of me." She opens the pale yellow door to the shed and lays a blanket down on the floor. She grabs the pillows and arranges them neatly. She reaches for the quilt when Kurt grabbed her arm. "I vill protect you, mein kleines Mädchen." Gizel's head tilts and her eyebrows furrow. "What does that mean? You keep giving me these, what I can assume are, nicknames. What are you saying?" Kurt's face darkens around the cheeks so Gizel can only assume that he's blushing. "Noting important." He let's go of her arm. "Oh, now that's a lie." She says, putting the quilt down and giving a knowing smile. "If it wasn't anything important, you wouldn't have said it in German." She gets closer to him, trying to keep up her confident facade, but the closeness was also making her blush. "Did you call me something dirty? Or possessive?" She asks.

"O-of course not!" Kurt declares. "Alright, Pieseczku." Gizel pokes his nose lightly. "I'll bring you some dinner later. Feel free to whatever you'd like out here." She leaves with one last smile.

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Later that night, after everyone had gone to their designated sleeping areas, Gizel still couldn't sleep. She picked up a book, The Princess Bride, and sat on her window sill to use the full moon as her lighting. She briefly glanced at the shed and wondered if Kurt could see her from way down there. And she hoped he had enough blankets. Then... there was movement. She looked down and saw something on top of a telephone pole. It's back was arched and it's tail flicked about as if waiting for something.

It was far too large to be a cat or bird. "Kurt?" Gizel mutters under breath. She dog ears her book and pulls her robe on. Sneaking onto the roof would be easy, getting back into her room would be harder, but that was a thought for another time. "Kurt!" She whisper-yells. The creature turns its head and sure enough, it was Kurt.Those yellow eyes unmistakable. In a flash, he was by her side. "Gizel, vhat are you doing out here so late." He takes off his jacket and places it on her shoulders. "I saw you from my window." She says, sitting on the cold roof tiles. "What are you doing up, and aren't you cold?" Kurt shrugs. "I've never been cold. Germany is a very cold place, I guess, growing up in it, I was never really effected by it." Gizel nods. "I couldn't sleep, I guess it was because of the full moon. I always have trouble sleeping on these kinds of nights. Everything just looks so eerily beautiful. Don't you think?" She looks over at Kurt, who's only in his jeans and white T-shirt. "I've always liked the moon." Gizel continues. "You know, it the Asian culture, they try to find animals, instead of the man in the moon."

"I see a bunny," Kurt says. Gizel nods. "I see a dragon." She points so some craters and traces them in the air for Kurt to see. They play this game for a while, up till Gizel is leaning against Kurt, struggling to stay awake. "Sleep Prinzessin," Kurt says. "But what-what if-" She trails off as she snuggles into Kurt's shirt, obviously in a mildly drunken, sleep-deprived state. "What if what?" Kurt prods her on. "What if, when I wake, you'll be gone? And that this was all a dream?" She looks up at him, sleepy tears at the edge of her eyes from all her yawning. "I-I really like you, Kurt. Do-do you like me?" Kurt nods. "Say it. Say that you like me." Gizel whines. Kurt chuckles. "I like you too mein kleines Mädchen." He says. "What's that mean?" Gizel asks, cuddling into Kurt's chest. "It means, my little girl." He strokes her hair until he hears her start to lightly snore.

He bamfs into her room and tries to set her on her bed, but she has an iron grip on his neck. He lets her go and bamfs a teddy bear in his place. "Gute Nacht mein Liebling." He says, before placing a small kiss on her forehead and slipping away, back to the shed.