I dedicate this story to Girl Number 1 and Tokyobabe2040 !!! this is
a definite Ryo fic!!! If you don't like Ryo than I'm really sorry, if you
like Romy instead than wait for my sequel to the New Rogue. On with the
story then!!!! I'm not very good with pyro's accent so I'll try to read
some fanfiction where he does have an accent. But if you have any
suggestions for the Australian accent review please.
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Rogue cursed, and ran to her classroom. It was the third time this week that she was late. Scott and the other fucking X-men ditched her again!!! Wrenching the door open Rogue sighed in relief. Luckily she had english, Professor Smith was always an hour late ( not that any of the students minded.) Taking her seat towards the back of the class, she glared at Jean who was smiling with the cheerleaders. Too bad Risty had moved back to London last year, she'd really missed her, having to deal with Jean and the other cheerleaders alone. She had no one to talk to or mock the cheerleaders with. Sighing she took out her headphones and put them on, Godsmack blared from the earphones and Rogue was oblivious to her surroundings until she felt someone sit down next to her.
Taking off her headphones she turned to see who had dared to sit next to her. To her surprise it looked like a new student. A girl about her age with short hair black on the top of her head and red along the sides. She had gray eyes almost unnoticeable beneath her thick red and black makeup and she had on cross earrings. She wore a red shirt with red pants, ripped along the knees and upon the thighs. Another cross was placed around her neck, and her leather red jacket was flung behind her chair.
" Yah new here?" Rogue asked.
The girl looked at her with a smirk and replied, " Yeah. My name's Wanda, yours?"
" Rogue." Rogue said simply.
" That's it?"
" I don't like my real name so that's all ya gohnna get from meh." Rogue said, the corner of her mouth raised slightly in a smile.
" So how do you deal with all these airheads around here?" Wanda asked with a dramatic wave of her hand.
" Easy," Rogue held up her earphones and her Anne Rice book.
" Good idea, if I knew that I'd have to be spending the year with airheads and dorks I'd've brought a book too." Wanda said with a snort.
Rogue laughed, she was beginning to like this girl.
" Yeah well, this is my own personal spot. Yer allowed to come over whenever you so please." Rogue said with a mocking salute.
" Really? Now I might be able to deal with this place better." Wanda said.
" Me too." Rogue replied sincerely.
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Pyro flipped the lighter on and off, watching the fire with a slightly amused gaze. Fire, to him it was beautiful, so deadly and gorgeous. He loved it's danger, even when it burned him he cherished the feeling.
" Merde, homme, could ya stop tha' fo' a moment? It's beginning to make me nervous." Gambit said.
" Nervous? You? Really? If that's the case I'lll have to do it more often." Pyro replied still flicking the lighter on and off.
" Has Gambit ever told ya ya one crazy homme?"
" Many times." Pyro said with a smile putting his hand into the flames.
" Don't do that!" Gambit shouted.
" Why not?" Pyro asked.
" Merde! Ya don't know how that looks!"
" Of course I know how it looks I am staring right at it." Pyro grinned and felt the flames burn his skin.
Flipping off the lighter and looking at his burned finger Pyro said eccentricly, " Come on now, mate, I wanna get outta this place! Let's go some where fun, where I can burn something."
Gambit took along drag out of his cigarette and looked at the red headed Australian before him with a Cajun grin.
" Fine, let's go out."
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Mystique smiled and, throwing off her hood, transformed slowly in the darkness. Her appearance was now that of a small but threatening woman, with red hair and blue eyes, quite surprisingly she looked like she would if she weren't a mutant, without the blue skin and yellow eyes. She wore a black dress with black boots, and a black pearl necklace to set off her outfit.
Stepping out of the shadows she tossed the cloak away. With perceptive eyes she checked her ticket and waited to get onto the flight to Bayville. She was tired of this little game, tired of Magneto among other things. Forget about the human race! She would use her abilties for her own plans! The first would be to get back her daughter. She knew that she had lost her son, he had a family already and wouldn't dare betray them or the X-men for her. Maybe one day she might be able to turn him, but for now, she wanted her daughter back most of all. The past years had been helpful for her to see what was important. It was time for her to begin anew…..
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I know this is sorta boring but it'll be better by the third chapter!!! Promise!!! Just gotta get things together!
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Rogue cursed, and ran to her classroom. It was the third time this week that she was late. Scott and the other fucking X-men ditched her again!!! Wrenching the door open Rogue sighed in relief. Luckily she had english, Professor Smith was always an hour late ( not that any of the students minded.) Taking her seat towards the back of the class, she glared at Jean who was smiling with the cheerleaders. Too bad Risty had moved back to London last year, she'd really missed her, having to deal with Jean and the other cheerleaders alone. She had no one to talk to or mock the cheerleaders with. Sighing she took out her headphones and put them on, Godsmack blared from the earphones and Rogue was oblivious to her surroundings until she felt someone sit down next to her.
Taking off her headphones she turned to see who had dared to sit next to her. To her surprise it looked like a new student. A girl about her age with short hair black on the top of her head and red along the sides. She had gray eyes almost unnoticeable beneath her thick red and black makeup and she had on cross earrings. She wore a red shirt with red pants, ripped along the knees and upon the thighs. Another cross was placed around her neck, and her leather red jacket was flung behind her chair.
" Yah new here?" Rogue asked.
The girl looked at her with a smirk and replied, " Yeah. My name's Wanda, yours?"
" Rogue." Rogue said simply.
" That's it?"
" I don't like my real name so that's all ya gohnna get from meh." Rogue said, the corner of her mouth raised slightly in a smile.
" So how do you deal with all these airheads around here?" Wanda asked with a dramatic wave of her hand.
" Easy," Rogue held up her earphones and her Anne Rice book.
" Good idea, if I knew that I'd have to be spending the year with airheads and dorks I'd've brought a book too." Wanda said with a snort.
Rogue laughed, she was beginning to like this girl.
" Yeah well, this is my own personal spot. Yer allowed to come over whenever you so please." Rogue said with a mocking salute.
" Really? Now I might be able to deal with this place better." Wanda said.
" Me too." Rogue replied sincerely.
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Pyro flipped the lighter on and off, watching the fire with a slightly amused gaze. Fire, to him it was beautiful, so deadly and gorgeous. He loved it's danger, even when it burned him he cherished the feeling.
" Merde, homme, could ya stop tha' fo' a moment? It's beginning to make me nervous." Gambit said.
" Nervous? You? Really? If that's the case I'lll have to do it more often." Pyro replied still flicking the lighter on and off.
" Has Gambit ever told ya ya one crazy homme?"
" Many times." Pyro said with a smile putting his hand into the flames.
" Don't do that!" Gambit shouted.
" Why not?" Pyro asked.
" Merde! Ya don't know how that looks!"
" Of course I know how it looks I am staring right at it." Pyro grinned and felt the flames burn his skin.
Flipping off the lighter and looking at his burned finger Pyro said eccentricly, " Come on now, mate, I wanna get outta this place! Let's go some where fun, where I can burn something."
Gambit took along drag out of his cigarette and looked at the red headed Australian before him with a Cajun grin.
" Fine, let's go out."
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Mystique smiled and, throwing off her hood, transformed slowly in the darkness. Her appearance was now that of a small but threatening woman, with red hair and blue eyes, quite surprisingly she looked like she would if she weren't a mutant, without the blue skin and yellow eyes. She wore a black dress with black boots, and a black pearl necklace to set off her outfit.
Stepping out of the shadows she tossed the cloak away. With perceptive eyes she checked her ticket and waited to get onto the flight to Bayville. She was tired of this little game, tired of Magneto among other things. Forget about the human race! She would use her abilties for her own plans! The first would be to get back her daughter. She knew that she had lost her son, he had a family already and wouldn't dare betray them or the X-men for her. Maybe one day she might be able to turn him, but for now, she wanted her daughter back most of all. The past years had been helpful for her to see what was important. It was time for her to begin anew…..
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I know this is sorta boring but it'll be better by the third chapter!!! Promise!!! Just gotta get things together!