Hey everyone! This is Strawberry M&M! I'm sure you all feel honored to meet me, but let me assure you, I am just like everyone else, no need to treat me special even though I happen to be a very popular celebrity!

This story hasn't been Beta-read, so...Please forgive any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution or any characters of the Thieves' Guild. They all belong to Marvel and that old guy, Stan Lee.

Warnings: ...None so far.

A boy raced down the streets of New Orleans. He purposefully bumped into a man who was walking by and tried to steal his wallet. Apparently, something had gone wrong because a hand shot out and grabbed the boy's hair, yanking him back roughly.

"What do y' think y' doin', boy?" the man snarled. He whirled to boy around to see his face and was surprised when he saw a pair of red and black eyes. "What's y' name, kid?" he asked softly, formulating a plan as he removed his hand from the boy's hair..

"...Remy, sir," the boy answered.

"Well, Remy, how would you like a hot meal?" the man asked.

"...Who are you?" Remy asked.

"Ah, smart boy. Always figure out who y' dealin' with before y' take up a proposition," the man nodded. "De name's Jean-Luc LeBeau, patriarch of de Thieves' Guild."

"...I know y'," Remy tried to back away, but Jean-Luc had a firm grip on his shoulder. "I've heard rumors..."

"Ah, well, just forget de nasty stuff y' heard in said rumors, eh?" Jean-Luc smirked. "Y' know how rumors are, most of them are just lies wit' a sprinkle of truth."

Remy just nodded.

"But how 'bout it? Would y' like a hot meal?" Jean-Luc asked again.

Remy nodded.

"Bon. Now, how would y' like t' be able to have a home?"

"Dat would be nice, but no one would take moi in wit' my eyes," Remy sighed.

"Well, I don' know about other people, but I would be happy t' bring y' into mon family."

"Really?" Remy perked up.

"Of course, mon petite," Jean-Luc smiled. "I'd be glad to have another pair of little feet runnin' around de house." That was a lie. There was enough little feet running through the mansion already.

"How can I trust y'?"

"Someone say there's no honor among thieves," Jean-Luc said. "But dat's not true. How about dis, you come an' stay for une nuit an if it don't work out, no hard feelings."

Jean-Luc offered Remy his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, Remy took it.

Twelve-year-old Henri sat on his bed as he continued to read a book. His father had gone out an hour ago, not that that was anything new. His father had a habit of leaving.

"Hey, everybody!" his father's voice boomed out. From the sound of it, Father was at the front door. "Look what de cat dragged in!"

Henri bolted up. The only time Father sounded that cheerful was when he had thought up another money-making scheme that could only lead to trouble. He raced out of his room and down the stairs and to the front door. When he got there, he froze.

There, standing in the doorway, was a little boy with red and black eyes.

"Y' stole a kid?!" Henri blurted out, wide-eyed.

"Steal 'im? Nah. There was a little boy livin' on de streets, and I decided it would be nice t' have another son, so, I brought 'im home!" Father smirked. "Meet y' new brother!"

"But...why?" Henri asked.

"He needed a home, Henri," Father said. "Do I need any more reason than takin' in a poor orphan boy?"

Tante Mattie hurried to the front door. She knew something was up. However, she was not expecting to see a dirty little boy trying to disappear into the corner. She knew all of the children of the Thieves' Guild, and he was not one of them.

"Who's dat?" she asked.

"Dis is Remy," Jean-Luc answered, smugly. "I've decided to adopt him."

"Hmph," Tante Mattie looked at him, trying to figure out what he was plotting. She realized what his plan was once she saw the boy's eyes. "So dat's why y' doin' it." she nodded. Jean-Luc smirked. Tante Mattie scowled. "Fine. Theo! Etienne! EMIL! Get over here! Y' just got a new cousin!"

Remy looked around nervously. There was an older boy near the stairs looking at the scene, and there was an old lady with a cane near a door on the left. She looked mad. The only person he knew there was Jean-Luc, and Remy still wasn't sure if he could be trusted.

Three boys bounded into the room. One was a blond, the other a red-head, and finally, a brunet. The blond and red-head looked around Remy's age, but the brunet looked a year or two older.

"Cousin?" the red-head looked around expectantly. He spotted Remy. "COUSIN!" And before Remy could blink, the red-head had launched himself at Remy and tackled him in a hug.

"Emil!" the older boy near the stairs cried. "Get off 'im! Y' gonna give 'im a heart attack!" The older boy raced and pulled the red-head away. "What did we say about de tackling?"

"T' not to?" the red-head, Emil, blinked innocently.

"Can't say de boy ain't friendly," the old woman mumbled.

"Anyway, hi! I'm Emil! Who are y'?" Emil looked at Remy expectantly.

"...Remy."

"Well, dat's cool!" Emil scurried off and started to inspect the furniture.

"I swear, there's somethin' wrong wit' dat boy," Jean-Luc shook his head, watching Emil try to squeeze his way under the couch.

"Um, hi," the older boy turned to Remy. "I'm Henri. I'm apparently y' new brother."

"Hello," Remy nodded.

"And dis is Etienne," Henri pointed the the blond boy. "And dis is his brother, Theo." Henri pointed to the brunet.

"Bonjour!" Etienne smiled and Theo waved.

"OH!" Emil cried out from his spot. "Found money! YIPPEE!"

"I'm Tante Mattie," the old woman said, ignoring Emil's discovery.

"Ooh, lookie!" Emil said, crawling out from under the couch. "Cockroach! I gonna eat it!"

"NO!" Tante Mattie yelled, running towards Emil and picking him up. "Don't eat de bugs, child! They no good for y'!"

"Aw!" Emil whined.

"Oh, Remy, come wit' moi and we get y' cleaned up. Y' filthy!" Tante Mattie took Remy's wrist and dragged him up the stairs, still carrying a squirming Emil.

It didn't take long to get Remy cleaned up, and soon Tante Mattie was showing him to his room, which had previously been for guests.

"An' dis is y' room," Tante Mattie said, opening the door.

"All mine?" Remy looked up at her.

"Yes, child, all yours. Now come wit' moi. Y' can help moi wit' supper."

Supper was uneventful, except for Emil spotting another bug and chasing it all the way across the dining room on his hands and knees. Remy had also met the rest of the occupants of the mansion. Afterward, Remy headed up to the room that they had so kindly given him. He was beginning to like Henri, Emil, Etienne, and Theo. They seemed nice, though Emil kind of worried him.

The room they had given him was huge. It had a king-sized bed, a dresser, and it's very own bathroom, but it felt empty. There was a knock on the door and Henri walked in.

"Hey," Henri waved. "So, how do y' like y' new room?"

"I dunno, it feels kinda lonely," Remy admitted.

"Oui, I know how dat feels. Tell y' what, if y' can manage t' stay in dis room tonight, I'll talk t' Tante Mattie an' see if she'll let y' room wit' moi."

"Really?"

"Eh, why not? I always wanted a little brother, now I finally got one! Hey, I got an idea, how 'bout y' come an see mon baseball cards? I've been collectin' 'em since I was eight!"

"Dat sounds cool," Remmy nodded eagerly. "I've only seen a baseball card once!"

"Really? Y' know," Henri said. "I got a feelin' dat dis is de beginning of a beautiful friendship."

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