When I had written this chapter the first time, I had thought it to be okay, but when I looked back at it, I wasn't too fond of it. This is very true for the second chapter. Therefore, I had redone this chapter and the next chapter to my likingI hope they are better. The plot hasn't changed at all (just the title), and it's still a ROMY!!!! Yay! Anyway, here it is
Okay, this doesn't follow any timeline, and things are a bit different. Here's how:
Magneto and his kids have mysteriously disappeared and Wanda doesn't hold a grudge at her father (it wouldn't work if she did) Those who worked for him (Remy, John, and Piotr) are now X-men. The brotherhood will have some OC's to balance them out against the X-men. (Mystique still runs them.) Some people may not appearit all depends if they can fit into the story.we'll just have to see.That's all!
Disclaimer: I don't own x-men.
Sistahs
Chapter 1: Two New Faces
Shaded eyes scanned the hazy club looking for something interesting. Music blared from the numerous speakers placed around the club, and the dance floor was jam packed. Remy Lebeau, however, was bored. Nothing caught his eyes from this location, and bored he made his way towards the bar, eager for a drink. Flashing an id, which happened to be a fake, to the bartender, Remy happily grabbed the drink.
"Hey there handsome," a voice range out. Remy eagerly turned to find a blonde bimbo. She was beautiful, but tonight he wasn't interested in her kind.
"You wanna buy me a drink?" her high pitched voice said, causing Remy to wince.
"Non," was his curt reply as he turned in the opposite direction, looking for a quiet corner. Behind him, he could feel the rage and surprise radiating off the blonde. He smirked. Finally finding a spot, Remy sat down, sighing. For some reason he wasn't in the mood tonight. Then he heard it. A sweet southern laugh. Turning, to look at the table behind him, he saw two pair of beautiful green eyes. 0ne pair shining like emeralds.
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They had arrived in Bayville earlier that day, and much to their surprise. The two girls had expected to arrive later that night, and were now stumped, unsure of what to do. They checked their luggage and themselves into the hotel and proceeded to drive around the quiet city. It had been a long time since they had last set foot here. Dinnertime rolled around, and hungry, the two had happened upon the club. Now they sat in a discreet corner, eating their meal.
"Now tell meh again why weh didn' jus' go an' see him tahday?" the younger of the two asked.
"'Cause," the other girl responded, "Ah ain't ready yet. 'Sides, Ah'm tired too."
"Weh should at least let 'im know weh're back" the younger one trailed off.
"Nahhe'll know when weh go visit him t'morrow."
"Fine sistah. Whaatevah ya say."
"That's raght," the older girl replied, "Now hurry up. Ah can' take much more of this pop music."
"Why too happy for ya?"
The older girl nodded, "Yes."
They both looked at each other and began to laugh.
"Pardon moi," a masculine voice interrupted, "Would de belle femme mind if Remy joined dem?"
The girl with the emerald eyes turned towards him, an icy glare meant for him, "Sorrah sugah, but the table full."
'Ouch. De femme be brutal.' Remy turned towards the younger girl, who returned him the same glare, only with peridot eyes, "Wha' she said."
"Come on now. Ya can' mean dat. Remy jus' wants ta talk."
"Well weh don' wannah talk with ya," came another cold reply as the older girl stood, "Come on 'Lettah ('Lettanot letter. It's short for something. You'll see in the next chapter) let's go."
The younger girl stood up, following her sister quickly out of the club. Remy began to follow them, trying to catch at least one of their attentions. The two reached their transportation, two motorcycles.
'Nice rides.' "Can Remy at least get ya' names?"
"No," and with that, the two girls took off, not looking back.
Remy frowned, glancing at his watch, "Merde!"
It was now midnight, and past the stupid curfew that he had to obey. Forgetting about the femmes at the moment, Remy jumped on his own motorcycle, speeding back to the institute. Quietly, Remy parked the bike outside the garage, he could put it away later. He made his way around the institute, heading to his bedroom window. Good, he hadn't been caught. Jumping into the nearby tree, he skillfully walked along the narrow branch to the unlocked window. Without a sound, he opened the window and was safely in his room. Remy sighed. He hadn't been caught.
"And where were you Gumbo?"
Okay, so he had been caught. 'Jus' act natural Remy.'
"Is that alcohol I smell?"
'Merde. Remy be dead.'
Logan stepped forward, a scowl on his face, "That's the third time this week Gumbo. It earns you extra training sessions with me. They'll have to begin the day after tomorrow though, I have Cyke scheduled for tomorrow morning."
"But Wolvie"
"Don't Wolvie mewe'll discuss this more tomorrow Gumbo. It's late. Get to bed."
And with that, Logan stalked out of his room, mumbling about killing a Cajun.
Remy sank onto his bed, "Merde. Dat homme will be da death of Remy."
Too tired to care, Remy stripped down to his boxers, instantly falling asleep as his head hit the pillow, the extra sessions not on his mind.
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Remy awoke the next morning to the sound of motorcycles. Slowly he glanced over at his clock, which read 9:01 am. 'Too earlymust be Wolvie again. Can't de homme ever let Remy get some sleep?' Pulling the covers over his head, Remy tried to get back to sleep. He would have succeeded too, had John not come barging in his room.
"Remy mate, what was that noise," he whined, "It woke me up."
"Remy don' know, now leave Remy alone."
"But Remy"
"John lea-"
Remy never got to finish his sentence though, because at that precise moment, Xavier sent them all a message.
Will all students please come to the main room. We have some visitors.
"Who de hell comes here dis early in de mornin'?" Remy asked grumbling. He usually wasn't that much of a grouch in the morning, but for some reason his hangover was worse than it usually was.
John shrugged. "See ya down the mate," he said, skipping out the door and down the hall, forgetting about his lack of sleep.
Remy shook his head. Something definitely was wrong with John. Figuring it was probably that stupid Warren and his latest mutant date, Remy decided just to put some pants on. He felt the need for some attention this morning, and that wouldn't happen so easily if that rich boy was here. Muttering some curses about the man under his breath, Remy grabbed his sunglasses and slowly made his way to the room. It was hectic. No surprise there.
"Hey p'tite," Remy asked Kitty, who was in front of him, "What be goin' on?"
"Oh, like, hi Remy," came her cheerful reply, "I, like, don't know for, like, sure, but I heard from Bobby, that two, like.how did he put it.two foxes were with the Professor."
"Foxes? Why would foxes be at de institute?" Remy muttered. Finally processing the info, which took a bit longer than normal because of the hangover, Remy's face lit up, "Waitdere be two belle filles here?"
"That's, like, what I said Remy," came an annoyed reply from the valley girl, "Weren't you, like, listening."
"Sorry p'tite. So where are dey?" Remy asked impatiently.
"Oh, they're, like, in the professors officewe're, like supposed to meet them in here," Kitty said, "At least that's, like, what Jean said."
Remy nodded and Kitty went to sit down by the rest of the girls as they began to chat. Remy looked at the seats available. He had two choices, sit next to Kitty and the giggling girs or next to John, who was already playing with his latest lighter. He chose niether. Instead, he found himself leaning against the wall away from the stairs. A few minutes later, the Professor came down those stairs, two figures behind him. The fell silent as everybody looked at who they were.
Remy turned to see who they were, and quickly took off his glasses to make sure. They were the two belle filles from last night! The ones who had been extremely cold towards him. Remy smirked. This would be fun if they stayed.
Xavier spoke, "Hello children. I would like you to me-"
"Hey Charles, sorry for being late," came the voice of Logan, "I had to finish traning Cyke. What's so impor-"
Logan, who was followed by a badly beaten Scott, stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at the two visitors, shock visible on his face. The teens turned to look at the girls, who in return smiled.
"Hi Daddy," the older one said, while the younger finished, "Miss us?"
Alright, I kept the same ending, but I made some major changes to this chapter. I just didn't like how it happened, and I guess I like it better now..
-Les723
