1Disclaimer: Well, obviously X-Men isn't mine although this story line is. And if Remy and Rogue or any other character that is more famous than me, were mine, I wouldn't be sitting in a library writing up this bloody story due to the fact that I live in a box and that I have nothing better to do in life than to slave away on the computer.
A/N: Well, this is my first attempt at writing a Romy. I know, it isn't the best but I really do hope you will like and please Rate and Review! Oh and just so you know and before you kill me, this is an AU. Just incase you couldn't figure that out yourselves.
It's hard to believe that they even lasted that long. One would think of them as the couple from Hell. Hold on, let's start from the beginning.
Remy LeBeau, age 26, adopted son of very successful business man, Jean-Luc, and next in line to inherit the LeBeau Guild. The LeBeau Guild is an old architecture company. It started with Remy's great grandfather who started out with just refurnishing homes to making an international architectural company. Remy was brilliant even as a child and showed a lot of promise. His designs were superb and his details were amazing as he took everything into consideration. His good looks, Cajun accent and lady charms only helped. He knew he was fabulous and used everything about himself to his advantage. His father sent him to New York to start a new line on East Coast of the LeBeau Guild. He eagerly left to escape the troubles of New Orleans.
Anna Marie Darkholme was a beautiful women of 24 years. Fresh out of Juilliard, this young southern belle, soon to be musician wanted to start a new life. Her adopted mother recently passed away after her graduation so she decided to move to New York in pursuit of her career as a pianist. Now she is living in a flat on the Eastside of Manhattan, working as a piano teacher in the Xavier's Music and Arts Academy for Gifted Youngsters. Anna was born with a white streak in the front of her hair, framing her face with curly dark auburn hair in the back. She was brought up to defend herself and to not take shit from anyone making herself have a fiery personality and temper. Although she has been told that she is very beautiful, she doesn't let it go to her head and is very modest about herself.
Now, how did these complete opposites come together as one? Well, let's start off with how they meet first. Perhaps then all questions will be answered.
(A/N: Okay, since I was brought up in New York, I cannot do the Southern accent perfectly. This is a warning in advance. I would greatly appreciate some pointers and tips and correction but please be nice and try not to completely crush my self-esteem. Thank You!)
'T'day's a good day, I c'n feel 't.' Remy thought to himself. It was a clear, crisp August afternoon. In a week, it would be September so the weather wasn't as warm as it used to be. Today, Remy LeBeau, one of New York's most wanted bachelors, was going to go to a school, Xavier's school to be specific. As a child, he went there to perfect his technique in designs. Informally he was going there to say hello to his former professors and see if he remembers everything. Formally, said by the press, he's going there his company's scholarship student and just welcome him into the school as he went there before as well.
Ring Ring He heard his phone go off. He reached down into his jacket pocket only to find it not there. He quickly and frantically searched around his giant penthouse apartment only to find it in his back pocket after the ringing ceased. He flipped it open and saw he missed Belle's call. He just shut off his phone and put it in it's former place.
'Merde... Wat does dat crazy fille want now?' He asked himself while his mood darkening already. He made his way down to the kitchen silently and started making himself a pot of black coffee to start off his day. He looked at the clock and saw that it was already 11:50, 10 minutes until the meeting. He quickly drank his coffee while burning his tongue in the process. "Merde!" He mumbled while sucking on his burnt tongue. He quickly ran down to the elevator and cursed himself and his luck.
By the time he reached the school, he checked the time only to see that it was 11:30. 'Wait...' He then remembered that the clock broke and stayed that time since 11:50 P.M. yesterday and that he was too lazy to change the time. He started cursing himself all over again but held his head high and thought, 'Well, better early den late non?' He quietly strutted to the main office only to bump into someone on the way there.
Being the kind southern gentleman he is, he quickly bent over to help her up while saying in a suave, deep tone, "Desole p'tite, let ol' Remy help y' up..." His voice trailed as he saw the most gorgeous green eyes that every looked at him before.
A/N: Yes, I know that was a bit short, but please bear with me people. I'll put up Rogue's side of the story later. And I'm terribly sorry about the accents. If someone would be so kind as to help me with them, I'll bee forever grateful.
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Juilliard- A College in New York that is known for it's brilliant courses in Dance, Drama and Music.