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Past Discretions

Chapter One

Remy LeBeau and his best friend Rogue were sitting in an abandoned apartment, waiting for Remy's cousins and drinking any alcohol they had managed to get their hands on. They were celebrating the fact that Remy and Rogue had been officially dating for a month, Remy's longest relationship to date.

The two teenagers were still stealing from those who had enough and picking pockets on the streets. Rogue still lived in the hidden alcove in the smelly alley and Remy was still trying to convince her to move to the LeBeau Mansion. The authorities still hadn't figured out that those they dubbed the 'Shadow Thieves' were mutants and that's why most of the people who were stolen from had no recollection of anything from that night.

Rogue's birthday was in three weeks, she would be turning fifteen. Remy had no clue what to get his best friend/partner/girlfriend as she wasn't very needy of material things, only love and family and she had that. So far, he was just thinking about taking her shopping to get some new clothes as her other ones were too small and dirty. The young goth girl had been complaining about that.

The thinking could wait until later though, as his brother, Mercy, and cousins had just arrived.

A group of Assassins raced down the road, chasing after the girl with multicolored hair and the boy with the devil eyes. Finally, the thieves were cornered in an alley.

The leader of the Assassin group stepped forward, leering at the girl. She was beautiful, with amazing green eyes, strange hair, full lips, and curves in all the right places. He also just so happened to recognize her as the Prince of Thieves' girlfriend from the streets.

"What's a petite fille like y'rself runnin' 'round with nasty T'ieves like 'im? Didn' y'r mère ever tell y' not t' listen t' le diable," Julien asked.

"No actually," Rogue said. "Ah was taught ta listen ta whoevah ah want an' don' let anyone bully meh."

"Dat's unfortunate," Julien said, without an ounce of real feeling other than malice.

"Fo' you, mebbe," Rogue and Remy chorused, and with that, the fight began.

Even without powers, the Assassins got their butts kicked.

Remy and Rogue had been dating for six months. Two months ago, Rogue finally agreed to move to the LeBeau Mansion, and three weeks after that, she and Remy had finally confessed their love for each other.

That night, Remy took Rogue out dancing to their favorite Jazz club. Many wondered why they were allowed in as they weren't legal, with Rogue 15 and Remy 17 but both had connections and the club was owned by the Guild. Remy enjoyed twirling his chere around and loved the sound of her happy laughter. His unusual eyes were a burning dark red with love while Rogue's were a glowing emerald.

After dancing for a few hours, the couple went for a walk through a local park to cool off. The park was dark, with fragrant flowers and rippling water. There was a small haven shaded with trees and out of view that the two had fell in love with the minute they saw it a year and a half ago. This soon became their spot.

Remy was leading the Mississippi girl to their spot that night and he felt unnaturally nervous.

No, the Ragin' Cajun does not get nervous, he thought but that didn't stop his hands from trembling minutely or his mouth becoming as dry as cotton.

Once in the privacy of the small alcove Remy started digging around in his pockets. Finally, he found what he was looking for. Looking down tenderly and nervously on his sassy girlfriend he noticed her confusion as she stared back at him. Steeling himself and taking a deep breath, Remy held a ring up in front of her.

"Chere," he said, "Dis is a promise ring. Y' don' havta accept it, but it shows how I love y' and don' plan on leavin y' and mebbe someday when we be ready I'll give y' a diff'rent type o' ring. I jus' wanna make sure y' know dat."

Rogue looked up at him with love in her eyes and a small smile on her lips. He may be the empath, but she could tell that he was nervous, from his awkward explanation to the look in the strange eyes she loved. "Ah love it, but ya don' need that ta show meh ya love meh. Ah know ya do sugah."

He smiled at her, his nerves calming slightly at her words. He took her right hand and slipped it on her ring finger, that way no one would think it was an engagement ring, then pulled her in a slow, gentle kiss.

Remy leaned his forehead against hers, and whispered, "Je t'aime."

"Ah love ya too, Rems."

Remy had given Rogue the promise ring about four months ago and she had her sweet sixteen three weeks ago.

All the Thieves Guild children had decided to go clubbing. The strobe lights flashing through the smoky club and over the dancers gave an almost sinister feeling. Rogue was sweating from the combined heat of dozens of bodies, making her glad that she had learned to control her mutation a couple years previously so she wasn't in all those layers. Nevertheless, she was slightly apprehensive about being around so many people that she could be poisonous to.

Rogue was just returning from getting a drink at the bar when she saw them- them being Remy and Bella Donna Boudreaux. Bella Donna was bent over Remy at their table with a skimpy outfit on. Her clothes nearly revealed her butt and all of her cleavage. The way she was bent over Remy would no doubt give him a good view. Bella Donna was whispering in his ear, running a hand over his muscled chest. Remy was making no move to push her off of him.

Rogue started to head that way when she stopped cold. Bella Donna had just turned her lips from Remy's ear and met his own soft lips. Rogue couldn't believe that Remy wasn't moving, letting the Assassin brat kiss him. Remy! He whose lips had so often gently yet passionately kissed Rogue.

Rogue couldn't help the tears that filled her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She was Rogue, and used to people betraying her, getting close to her and then stabbing her in the back. She had been strong for years after her father and aunt disowned her, she wasn't going to let that go, especially in the middle of a very public club. This time was different though. Rogue had given Remy a piece of her heart, a heart she had thought for so long to be lost. Seeing his betrayal tore up what was left of her heart, and she didn't think she could hold the tears much longer.

Turning on her heel, Rogue made her way out of the club, into the noisy New Orleans night.

Rogue had made her way back across the river, into her native Mississippi. She wasn't planning on staying long, not when the guild would be looking for her, but it was a big state. She finally let her tears fall while resting in a dark forest, the trees blotting out the sun and keeping the land underneath cool.

She had left her motorcycle, a sixteenth birthday present from Jean-Luc, in the LeBeau's garage as it would make it easier to track her. Rogue sobbed even harder as she thought about what else she left behind. Her promise ring had looked so wrong off her finger and resting on Remy's pillow. She couldn't take the reminder off it.

After a few hours of rest and crying, Rogue finally ran out of tears. She was tired, but she wanted to find a motel to sleep at before dark came and she was left out in the forest. However, when she tried to stand up, her legs shook and her back ached. It took all she had not to lay back down and spend the rest of the day on the cold and prickly forest floor.

Get it togethah, girl, Rogue commanded herself. Ya havta find a motel o' somethin'. Ya not gonna live in tha wild lihke a barbarian.

And with that, she was up, searching for shelter for at least a night.