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Here's a little update to catch you up on the story setting: Gambit is not working for Magneto and has joined the X-Men now. This is after Apocalypse.
She was sitting on the rooftop of the mansion gazing at the stars. It seemed that's all she could ever do to get away from the noise. It was bad enough having every mutant in Bayville in her head talking, but the extra yelling and laughter was just to much for the gothic mutant Rogue. It was getting late, as the sky was now black and the stars shone bright. The night air was cool and relaxing, especially for one who has to cover up all the time. It wasn't until the loud BAMPH! until Rogue snapped back to reality.
"Sweet mothah of Mary! Kurt, what are ya tryin' ta do, give meh a heart attack!"
"Sorry mien sweister, just vanted to see how you were doing."
"It's okay, hey Kurt?"
"Yes?" the blue fuzz ball asked with an over eager edge on his voice.
"Ya evah.miss her, ya know, Mystique? Ah mean, do ya thank we did the raght thang?" Rogue asked, now looking down as the white streaks fell to cover her face that held shame.
Kurt looked over to her as a frown appeared on his face, "I cannot go back to the past to change the rights and wrongs of this world. But ve can learn from them and shape our future by them. Maybe we should have brought her vit us, but she vould never have been happy here." He then looked to they sky and asked her, "I guess, you'd really have to ask yourself, vould you be willing to give up everything here, for a mother who's intentions are unknown?"
Rogue looked over at him with a knowing look in her eye. Normally she would take his answer in an insulting manner, but the bond that she formed with Kurt after the Apocolypse incident brought the two close together, even if they aren't related biologically.
"How bout we leave that rhetorical fo' now?" he nodded his head. "Alraght, zap us ta the kitchen Mr. Wagner, ahm starvin'."
Rogue placed a gloved hand on Kurt's shoulder and they were gone.
When they got to the kitchen they were surprised to see a red Jubilee and a smooth talking Cajun speaking French to her. The girl obviously had no idea what he was saying but was enjoying the attention.
"Uk, I zink I just lost mein appetite sweister, see you in ze morning." And then he bamphed out before she could ask to take her with him.
She looked at the two and rolled her eyes, then began to walk back upstairs muttering, "Of all the lousy luck," then yelled, "If ya'll are gonna insist on doin' that, at least go somewhere where ah don' hafta see it!" and walked out.
Gambit left jubilee with a, "Sorry petite, Remy has an opportunity dat need attendin' too," he winked and then suddenly left the disappointed girl alone at the table.
Rogue plopped down on her bed, rubbing her temples in atempt to ease the pain when the suave voice of a Cajun was heard.
"If ya wanted to see Remy chere, all ya had ta do was ask," he said leaning against the doorframe while running an Ace through his fingers. The red on black eyes stared at her seductively as a small smirk made its way to to Cajun's face.
Rogue glared at him and replied dripping with sarcasm and disgust, "Ah wouldn' come lookin' ta talk ta ya even if ya were half way intelligent swamp rat," with a southern drawl that would lure him in but wound him at the same time.
He began to walk towards her with a mock expression of hurt holding his heart, "Ah, ya wound me chere, why you have to go an' do dat?"
She rolled her eyes, knowing that the "flirting french" he was speaking was actually insulting them. "Ya know, one day they're gonna figure out what yer sayin' and yer gonna be in a heap of trouble."
"Ah, dos filles won't figure dis ol' cajun out, you de only one who can do dat," he said as he pinned her against the bed with his arms holding her in position and staring into her eyes.
Rogue could have shot herself, everytime he does that, she just can't look away, but she lets herself get in the same situation. As his face began to lean closer barely an inch from her own, she quickly snapped back to reality and kicked his legs out from under him and pushed him off of her. Rogue got up quickly and walked to the window.
"Ya evah do that again swamp rat, ah'm gonna knock ya inta the middle of next week!" as a blush appeared on her face.
"Den Remy will be back on Thursday, tryin' ta win you're heart chere."
"Ah want yo' affection about tha same as an ape would want it!" rogue said but then sighed and looked back at him with regret in her eyes, "wait, that was mean. An ape has bettah taste than a cocky, know it all cajun," then turned back around.
Remy walked up behind her and slid his arms around Rogue's waist, and to his surprise there was no struggle. "Ya know chere, Remy really dos like you."
"Oh yeah, just lahke ya lahke all tha othahs too, huh?" she asked with sarcasm.
"Nah, you be sometin' special to Remy. And he be sometin' special to you too."
"An' what makes ya thank ah give ah rats ass bout' ya?" Rogue said as her voice got softer.
He leaned down close to her ear and whispered huskily into it, "You don' keep da Queen o' Hearts card dat Remy gave you aroun' fo' notin' chere."
Her eyes bolted open and she turned around quickly, which turned out to be a big mistake as Remy's hands never left her waist. "You been snoopin' aroun' mah room Swamp Rat!"
"Nah chere, jus' tryin' to find out more about you, and Remy liked what he found," then he winked. Despite all the goofing around he does with her, the cajun found a soft spot for his southern belle, all the other girls were weak. But she proved to be immune to his charm, a rare quality in a girl.
"Why ya dirty, no good thief! Get outta mah room before ah put ya inta a coma fo' good!!" she yelled shoving him away from her.
"At least Remy be havin' good dreams about his chere, no?"
"Ahm gonna knock ya three ways from Sunday if ya don' leave!!" she said walking towards him glaring with malicious intent in her eyes. Remy began to back up towards the door with hands in the air surrendering.
"But chere, what Remy supposed ta do de rest of de night?"
She stood up straight and said with dignity, "Frankly my dear, ah don' give ah damn!" then slammed the door in his face.
End of chapter 1!! But if you keep reading I've got killer plans, so tell me what ya think
Here's a little update to catch you up on the story setting: Gambit is not working for Magneto and has joined the X-Men now. This is after Apocalypse.
She was sitting on the rooftop of the mansion gazing at the stars. It seemed that's all she could ever do to get away from the noise. It was bad enough having every mutant in Bayville in her head talking, but the extra yelling and laughter was just to much for the gothic mutant Rogue. It was getting late, as the sky was now black and the stars shone bright. The night air was cool and relaxing, especially for one who has to cover up all the time. It wasn't until the loud BAMPH! until Rogue snapped back to reality.
"Sweet mothah of Mary! Kurt, what are ya tryin' ta do, give meh a heart attack!"
"Sorry mien sweister, just vanted to see how you were doing."
"It's okay, hey Kurt?"
"Yes?" the blue fuzz ball asked with an over eager edge on his voice.
"Ya evah.miss her, ya know, Mystique? Ah mean, do ya thank we did the raght thang?" Rogue asked, now looking down as the white streaks fell to cover her face that held shame.
Kurt looked over to her as a frown appeared on his face, "I cannot go back to the past to change the rights and wrongs of this world. But ve can learn from them and shape our future by them. Maybe we should have brought her vit us, but she vould never have been happy here." He then looked to they sky and asked her, "I guess, you'd really have to ask yourself, vould you be willing to give up everything here, for a mother who's intentions are unknown?"
Rogue looked over at him with a knowing look in her eye. Normally she would take his answer in an insulting manner, but the bond that she formed with Kurt after the Apocolypse incident brought the two close together, even if they aren't related biologically.
"How bout we leave that rhetorical fo' now?" he nodded his head. "Alraght, zap us ta the kitchen Mr. Wagner, ahm starvin'."
Rogue placed a gloved hand on Kurt's shoulder and they were gone.
When they got to the kitchen they were surprised to see a red Jubilee and a smooth talking Cajun speaking French to her. The girl obviously had no idea what he was saying but was enjoying the attention.
"Uk, I zink I just lost mein appetite sweister, see you in ze morning." And then he bamphed out before she could ask to take her with him.
She looked at the two and rolled her eyes, then began to walk back upstairs muttering, "Of all the lousy luck," then yelled, "If ya'll are gonna insist on doin' that, at least go somewhere where ah don' hafta see it!" and walked out.
Gambit left jubilee with a, "Sorry petite, Remy has an opportunity dat need attendin' too," he winked and then suddenly left the disappointed girl alone at the table.
Rogue plopped down on her bed, rubbing her temples in atempt to ease the pain when the suave voice of a Cajun was heard.
"If ya wanted to see Remy chere, all ya had ta do was ask," he said leaning against the doorframe while running an Ace through his fingers. The red on black eyes stared at her seductively as a small smirk made its way to to Cajun's face.
Rogue glared at him and replied dripping with sarcasm and disgust, "Ah wouldn' come lookin' ta talk ta ya even if ya were half way intelligent swamp rat," with a southern drawl that would lure him in but wound him at the same time.
He began to walk towards her with a mock expression of hurt holding his heart, "Ah, ya wound me chere, why you have to go an' do dat?"
She rolled her eyes, knowing that the "flirting french" he was speaking was actually insulting them. "Ya know, one day they're gonna figure out what yer sayin' and yer gonna be in a heap of trouble."
"Ah, dos filles won't figure dis ol' cajun out, you de only one who can do dat," he said as he pinned her against the bed with his arms holding her in position and staring into her eyes.
Rogue could have shot herself, everytime he does that, she just can't look away, but she lets herself get in the same situation. As his face began to lean closer barely an inch from her own, she quickly snapped back to reality and kicked his legs out from under him and pushed him off of her. Rogue got up quickly and walked to the window.
"Ya evah do that again swamp rat, ah'm gonna knock ya inta the middle of next week!" as a blush appeared on her face.
"Den Remy will be back on Thursday, tryin' ta win you're heart chere."
"Ah want yo' affection about tha same as an ape would want it!" rogue said but then sighed and looked back at him with regret in her eyes, "wait, that was mean. An ape has bettah taste than a cocky, know it all cajun," then turned back around.
Remy walked up behind her and slid his arms around Rogue's waist, and to his surprise there was no struggle. "Ya know chere, Remy really dos like you."
"Oh yeah, just lahke ya lahke all tha othahs too, huh?" she asked with sarcasm.
"Nah, you be sometin' special to Remy. And he be sometin' special to you too."
"An' what makes ya thank ah give ah rats ass bout' ya?" Rogue said as her voice got softer.
He leaned down close to her ear and whispered huskily into it, "You don' keep da Queen o' Hearts card dat Remy gave you aroun' fo' notin' chere."
Her eyes bolted open and she turned around quickly, which turned out to be a big mistake as Remy's hands never left her waist. "You been snoopin' aroun' mah room Swamp Rat!"
"Nah chere, jus' tryin' to find out more about you, and Remy liked what he found," then he winked. Despite all the goofing around he does with her, the cajun found a soft spot for his southern belle, all the other girls were weak. But she proved to be immune to his charm, a rare quality in a girl.
"Why ya dirty, no good thief! Get outta mah room before ah put ya inta a coma fo' good!!" she yelled shoving him away from her.
"At least Remy be havin' good dreams about his chere, no?"
"Ahm gonna knock ya three ways from Sunday if ya don' leave!!" she said walking towards him glaring with malicious intent in her eyes. Remy began to back up towards the door with hands in the air surrendering.
"But chere, what Remy supposed ta do de rest of de night?"
She stood up straight and said with dignity, "Frankly my dear, ah don' give ah damn!" then slammed the door in his face.
End of chapter 1!! But if you keep reading I've got killer plans, so tell me what ya think