Midnite- I want to say thank ya's for reviewing even if it was one word last chapter here's chapter 4 of MM. oh and sorry about the late update guys, but ya know life happens! Enjoy!
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Mechanics and other nonsense
Robbery, what is robbery? Well, it's lying, cheating, and stealing, but not everyone is capable of doing those things flawless. It takes years of practice to be able to become a thief. I should know I've spent my whole life doing it.
I never really got a say in it, but I've come to like the art of thievery. I know I'm a lowlife scum cheating people from their riches, but it doesn't really bother me anymore. Money makes people blind and heartless. It's man's worst creation.
How many families are separated from each other due to poverty? It sickens me to hear and see every single day how rich people spend money like if it was just water. Why should green paper be so important? People get killed every single day in and day out because of this damned paper.
I may be a thief, but I'm no monster. She on the other hand has become the thief and I the victim. If only she could see that…
"Then Miss Howlett let's get going ya won't be spending the night here where there is a crime scene and a threat of danger, so what do ya say ya wanna get your père back?" the thief asked.
Rogue thought hard about what she was about to get herself into, but if she ever wanted to see Logan again she had to start somewhere right?
"Let's go." She sighed reluctantly.
When she had said let's go he thought she meant right at that moment. However women are always confusing to men and vice versa. Right now Gambit was seated on a tire shuffling his cards while watching Miss Howlett work on her Harley.
She worked so intently that whenever he tried to start a conversation he felt like he was trying to flirt with a wall, so instead he just watched her. Right now she seemed to be trying to change the oil to her bike. It was the last thing she had to do before being done.
She had waited to change the oil last, so it would have time to cool down. It had been hours since the Cajun had turned off her precious bike, so without hesitating she started to change the oil. Problem was she failed to secure the tool she was using right and well let's just say she would need another shower.
"Man! I just took a shower this mornin'!" Rogue cried out in frustration. She got up from where she was and Gambit couldn't help but smirk and bust out laughing. She was drenched in the blackish brownish oily substance from her head to her waist. Her white stripes were now brownish blackish and she was pissed.
"What ya laughin' at swamp rat?!" She growled.
"Yah." Gambit answered after he finally stopped laughing.
Rogue growled making Gambit think she really was Logan's daughter. Rogue grabbed a nearby rag which was thankfully clean and she wiped most of the oil off of her face and hair. Rogue wasn't really thinking -or maybe she was- and she undid the annoying zipper on the front and started to shrug out of the overalls.
Well not entirely out just to her waist, but in Gambit's mind she was already beyond the stage of taking her clothes off. She however was still in an undershirt and half in the overalls and was busily wiping off the oil off of her arms.
Rogue noticed the sudden silence and looked up to the Cajun and she could tell he was in his dreamland and to test her theory out she threw the now dirty greasy rag at his face. Sure enough by the time the Cajun reacted he was trying to get the taste of motor oil out of his mouth.
Rogue chuckled. She finished changing the oil and when she back from under her bike she saw the Cajun gawking at her and she looked down to see her tank she had had risen up to her chest and feeling self-conscious she sprinted off to change into a more appropriate outfit.
When she came back-dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans and shoes she saw that the place had gotten darker indicating it was almost night time. Surprisingly no hints of authorities roaming around were in place. When her gaze landed on her bike fury exploded in her. The swamp rat was casually leaning against it.
"And what do ya think ya doin'?" Rogue asked annoyed.
"Waitin' for ya cher." The cocky Cajun answered lazily making Rogue growl.
"Don't call me that the name's Rogue or have ya forgotten already?" Rogue said. Making her way towards her beloved bike she remembered the bag she had over her shoulder and that she needed to put it in the compartment of her bike, but somebody's butt was in her way.
Being Rogue she decided to pry him off by force, but the damn man wouldn't budge. After a while of trying to knock him off of her bike- apparently he didn't even feel her touching him since he had fallen asleep at some point- she thought of a better approach surely his vanity was his weakest point. Right?
"Well looky here seems de Cajun couldn't hold it in since ya got a big brown spot on ya behind." Rogue said loudly.
That woke him up and got him off the bike as if he had gotten burned and started turning around and around trying to see the supposed spot making Rogue chuckle. She quickly stuffed her bag into the compartment in the bike before he decided to sit back on it.
"Ah didn't know ya were a dawg." Rogue chuckled as Gambit decided that there was no way he had a spot on his rear end.
"Yah cruel yah know that." Gambit sneered.
"Ah know, but ah just couldn't help it." Rogue shrugged off. "Now let's get this show on the road before I decide to kick yahr ass for stealing mah bike."
"Are yah ever gonna let that go?" Gambit asked.
"Hmm lemme think…No." Rogue said pretending to consider his question.
Rogue straddled her bike and proceeded to turn it on. That was until she felt an extra weight added to her bike and her waist. Looking back she saw none other than the smirking Cajun very comfortable on her bike. Even more so his hands wrapped around her waist ignoring how good it felt to have some sort of contact she proceeded to yell at him, but thought better of it.
"What do yah think yah doin?" Rogue asked irritated at the man.
"Waitin for yah to get goin. Remember I got here on this here bike, and I have no other way of goin home. 'Sides yah need moi." Gambit replied.
Rogue laughed at his comment makin the Cajun wonder about her mentality.
"What be so funny petite?" Gambit asked.
"Yah." Rogue answered in between chuckles.
"Moi?" Gambit asked sincerely confused.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Caus yah think ah need yah." Rogue finally quit laughing at him and looked at him rather menacingly.
"Mais yah do." Gambit insisted.
"No Ah don't" Rogue answered stubbornly.
"Yeah yah do how else yah gonna get Monsieur Claws?" Gambit asked.
"Ah'll find a way." Rogue assured.
"I'll trust yah will, mais ya might be too late by den petite. The Assassins aren't called Assassins just caus Cher. Would yah even know where to start?" Gambit stated confidently making Rogue growl causing Gambit to put his hands up in defense.
"I didn't think so at least I can give yah that Cher." Gambit said in response to Rogue's growl.
"Don't be so cocky Cajun." Rogue answered bluntly. She turned on her bike instantly relaxing at the sound of it purring, but quickly tensed when the weight 'round her waist returned. She turned around to give the Cajun one of her death glares which he just smirked at making her roll her eyes and finally riding out into the night.
Gambit leaned into her to be able to speak into her ear and tell her how to get to his home. This action caused Rogue to stiffen and put more pressure on the gas pedal speeding more than usual. This caused Gambit to hold onto her for his dear life and that was how most of the ride was.
An hour or so later…
Somehow they managed to get to Gambit's home unharmed. However Gambit practically jumped off the bike and lay on the ground not caring for the swampy muck on the ground. The ride sure made him see how much he values his life and how he never thought someone let alone a petite feminine could possibly speed more than him.
That bike was not normal at all neither was its owner. That fact just made him want her for himself even more. For once in his life he was jealous. Jealous that that woman could make him want her more than anything and she just shrugged him off like a pest. No woman had ever denied him. Him God's -no more like Devil's gift to women yet she did.
Rogue finally pried off her fingers that were tightly wrapped around the handlebars, and somehow managed to pull her stiff legs off of her bike. She stretched her stiffened limbs before walking over to a dazed Cajun and kicking him lightly with her foot making sure he didn't have a heart attack and died on her.
She lightly tapped him, but he made no move and he wouldn't even blink so she tapped him a little harder and still he made no movement. Finally losing whatever patience she had she kicked him making him groan in pain while clutching his side.
"Cher yah probably broke Gambit's ribs." The Cajun groaned.
"What yah deserve now get up yah big baby."
Rogue made to kick him again, but before her foot made contact with his body again he was up and a few feet ahead of her. She followed him and stopped when she saw a huge mansion with a large gate and she just gawked at it.
Gambit of course smirked at the sight of Rogue looking dumbstruck. He bowed in a sort of mockery butler salute and said, "Welcome petite to moi humble home."
"Yah call this humble?" Rogue said without thinking.
"Course. Now follow moi and I'll show ya 'round."
"What 'bout my bike?"
"No need to worry cher aint no thieves 'round here." Gambit said teasingly.
"Yah expect meh to believe that?"
"Non not really, mais ya bike is in good care promise if not I'll get yah a new one exactly like that one."
"Ain't no way yah can get meh an exact replica Cajun, so you might as well sign yah're life over ta meh if anything happens to mah bike ya hear."
"Hmm Cher tell meh where ta sign as long and this ole Cajun well follow ya anywhere." Gambit said earning an eye roll from Rogue.
"Whatever just hope nothin' happens ta mah bike or yah're gonna wish ya neva set eyes on mah bike ya hear meh." She growled.
"Course ah hear ya Cher who wouldn't yah wake the whole house up." Gambit chuckled. Sure enough the lights in the mansion flickered on. She hadn't notice when Gambit had dragged her to the front steps of the mansion let alone how they had gotten inside. Since they now stood in a vast kitchen looking at a very frightened looking woman that was welding a pan like a sword.
"How did ya get in here child?!" The woman asked Rogue since she was the only one the woman could see. Gambit pushed Rogue aside and engulfed the woman in a hug.
"Remy?! Oh my boy it's you it's 'bout time ya let yahreself be seen! Now Remy what did Jean Luc tell ya 'bout bringin' some of yahre belle femmes here?" the woman scolded after being set down by Remy.
"Yes Remy what have ah told ya 'bout bringin' femmes here?" A man older than Gambit and a tad bit shorter, but by the sound of authority in his voice he was some kind of authority figure in Gambit's life.
'This man must be Jean Luc.' Rogue thought.
It was entertaining to watch how the carefree player Gambit was suddenly all serious, but he did not cower to the man.
"Bonjour Père, mais Rogue isn't une of mon belle femmes she be the new mechanic for the t'ieves guild." Gambit answered.
"Quoi?!"
"What?!"
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