Eye to Eye

Eye to Eye

By SW

It's amazing how confining a mansion can be, every were you turn there is someone doing something.

Rogue leaned heavily upon the bridge, a small one that extended over the pond in a park.  Blowing white streaked bangs out of her eyes, she focused at staring at the water. Musing to her self how a person can be so completely alone, in such a busy place like the institute. Any way she looked at it there was a boundary between herself and her fellow mutants. They didn't seem to get her, and most of the time that was fine with her.  But there were the times that even she felt the pang of not being able to talk to anyone. Any sensible mutant would keep their distance from someone who could drain them, even kill just by touching them. It hurt sometimes, the memories never completely faded. A little part of them always hung there in her mind, like ghosts. Even if she couldn't remember them on her own, her dreams were polluted with other people's memories and thoughts. Nobody could truly understand her or her reasons for secluding her self, she used the boundary as her shield she could hide behind it. That was easier then trying to cross it, everyone would be happier that way. And nobody would get hurt either, no matter how lonely it was behind it.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by the figure that gracelessly sat on the edge of the bridge. "Look's like there be someone more lost then Remy." She turned her head towards the intruder, glaring. "Mind your own business." She snapped. The young man just grinned, odd red and black eyes winked at her from under the brown bangs that surrounded his tan face. "You got quite de temper." He commented mildly, unbothered by the signs of aggression. Rogue remained quiet, glaring daggers at him. "Any reason your standing out here? 'side from admiring de scenery?" He continued to prod. "Cus I felt like it." She growled back, wishing very hard his head would explode or something to that extreme. "Well it seems to Remy, dat you are a very lonely person." The guy was not taking the hints and backing off. "What the hell do you want?!" She snarled, clenching her fist.  Why couldn't he just leave??? She didn't want to talk and she most certainly wasn't going to start getting personal with some moron.

 He shrugged a little, the smile never leaving his face. "Just felt you needed some company, mon cher."  She fumed more, "Who the hell said I needed company least of all yours! You red eyed jerk off!" The explosive response didn't seem to faze him. "Ouch! You wound me!" He cried in mock pain, which seemed to irritate her even more. Unexpectantly his smile slipped a bit, taking on a more serious demeanor. "It's hard not to feel lost at times, especially if you don't have anyone close to you. That's one of de funny things about being lost cher, you can always tell when anoughter person is." He smiled in a bitter way. Staring straight into her eyes, Rogue unconsciously took a step back, those piercing eyes seemed to look right into her. Like he could read her, every line, every thing open.

 The sudden rush of panic faded after a few moments as realization dawned on her. He was like her, may be not for the same reasons. But the link was still there, he understood her, at the same time she could see through the mask he wore. They dealt with their demons in different ways, his a smile and her with a frown. But it was still the same, her shoulders shagged. Tension draining out oh her thin form. He smiled at her once more noting the change. "Do you see now mon cher?" She nodded and sat next to him, dangling her legs over the water. "So what's your name?" She asked, a smile tugging at her lips. "Remy, what's yours cher?" He grinned broadly flashing sharp canines. "Rogue…What sewer did you crawl out of?" He chuckled. "No sewer cher, New Orleans." She smirked. "That explains the accent. Any reason yah ended up here?" He shook his head. "Nope just kinda ended up here I guess…." They sat in a comfortable silence, taking a moment to think. Glancing over at Remy, she tried to take in every detail. Parted brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, lean and muscular, rumpled white shirt, worn blue jeans, dusty black boots and a ragged brown trench coat. She looked back at his eyes, the part that was suppose to be white was black, and his irises were red. He looked about the same age, funny how fate worked. A sigh escaped her lips, and slowly she began to stand. He looked up at her questionly. "I had a better get home, or I'm ah goin' tah get yelled at." He stood as well, and held out his hand. "I understand cher." Rogue place her gloved hand in his and smiled a rare true smile. She hadn't expected him raise her hand and kiss the back of it. "Twas a pleasure to meet you, mon cher." She paused for a moment. "It's was nice meetin' yah Remy." Turning she began to walk away, unable to keep the sadness from sinking in once more. "Rogue!" She stopped and turned. "Do yah think maybe de next time I'm in town….I could come see you?" Her face lit up. "Anytime Cajun." Not looking back she kept walking.

He smiled to himself after she departed, although he felt her absence there was still a lingering warmth as he thought over their conversation. Yes he would definitely make it a priority to come back some time. It wasn't offer you met a southern belle like that, she was special. Maybe some day he could tell her about his secret, just maybe. Dusting him self off he walked back to were he had parked his motorcycle.

~Nya ha ha ha ha ha!!!!! A Remy and Rogue fic! one of the 1st ones I think o_O I'm expecting comments ppl! You had better not disappoint me! Hmmm……maybe I should write a squeal. ^_^