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Oh my gosh!! I am so terribly sorry this took so long to update. My computer got a virus and I couldn't get on to the internet…and though I finally got it fix it took some time to get this written out. If I lost some fans, which I hope I didn't, because it took so long, I totally understand if you never want to read this again, but I feel I need to keep finishing it anyways, since I have another story brewing at the back of my mind. I made this chapter a little longer, because of the long wait…so I hope you guys enjoy…once again…I am extremely sorry. I came up with a few more ideas for this, and will change some story plots around, and add lots of my own, and since im not sure of the actual dates of anything, im going to take it as my liberty to also make that up. I know the stories a bit confusing right now, but I made it like that for a purpose, and it will eventually clear its self up: )

Gomenasia

Part I:

Chapter Four

Shot glasses clinked together. The strong aroma of cigars filled the air. Darts whizzed past him, slamming into the wall, instead of the red target board. He waved his hand, signaling the bartender for another shot. Sitting up he shrugged off his leather jacket, placing it on the stool next to him. The image of her screaming, that petrified look she had as he was coming towards her, kept haunting his mind. She looked so scared, so lost, and he couldn't do anything about it. The bartender came back, giving him a solemn look, eyes filled with pity. He pushed the glass towards the long time attendant of the place, having seen him come in here for years, always sitting in the same places, doing the same thing, never coming in here with friends or for any happy occasion.

"Hey, Logan. Why are you in here, sipping all my beer and stinking my place up this time?" He picked up a few glasses, drying them with the worn white towel, as he waited for a response.

Logan sipped his beer, took a swig of his cigar, and closed his eyes, finally opening them a few seconds later. "Well, your beer is the cheapest shit I can find round a ten mile radius and you love these cigars just as much as I do, so stop your bitching." He looked up at the middle aged man he had known for years, his short hair was neatly combed back, and his eyes were covered by a sturdy pair of wire framed glasses.

The bartender smiled, shaking his head. "Well my cheap beer allows you to save up money and come back again next time." He heard the shorter man huff at this, sipping more of that 'cheap' beer.

"Yeah, well it's…" he didn't have a comeback, nor a sarcastic remark, he just sipped some more beer and closed his eyes. Harry sighed, understanding the man in front of him, just needed his space to work out whatever problem was bothering him this time. Drying the rest of the glasses, he filled up Logan's drink one last time, and left his side, tending to the rest of his customers.

Logan pushed the drink aside, the beer never helped him ease any pain. It just gave him something to pass the time with. He put his cigar out and pulled out one of his infamous toothpicks, swishing it around in his mouth, until finding that comfortable little niche. Sitting forward he held his head in his hands, rubbing at his temples, trying to clear his mind. Rogue flashed in his mind…again. Her striped hair, and warm smile greeted him, but quickly dissipated into the scene from today's danger room session, leaving him with the reminder of her laying in the infirmary.

He could only imagine what was wrong, no…he quickly changed his words, remembering how Rogue hated when people felt something was 'wrong' with her. He could only imagine what was troubling her. They had a few rough missions recently and she had absorbed some more psyches, maybe they were overpowering her. Logan sat up, staring at the clock, it was 2:30 in the morning. He had arrived at Harry's bar a little after 11, when being in the small, sanitary, white room got to be to claustrophobic for him. He needed some air, some time to think and get away from everyone before he started tearing things apart at the mansion.

"Logan. Logan can you hear me?" Logan blinked, recognizing the voice to be Jean's, she sounded worried.

"Yeah, I can hear you Jean. What's up? Is Rogue all right?" he answered back, already standing up and pulling his jacket back on.

She hesitated, which was never a good sign. "Yes, it's Rogue, something happened. Were not sure what exactly, but the professor's wants everyone back at the mansion." Came her voice, a bit calmer, more professional, her doctorial skills kicking in.

Logan tossed some money on the counter, gave Harry a nod and walked out of the almost deserted bar to his bike. "Shit…Uh, sorry Jean." he could sense her frown from his use of vocabulary. "I will be there soon."

"Okay, we'll be waiting. Don't worry, everything will work out." Logan smiled and revved up his bike, stopping when something caught his attention. It was faint, but it smelt familiar. He sniffed around in the air, peering around the bar towards the left by the nearby woods, and looking over to his right where a few other shops were. He couldn't see anything and the faint smell was picked up by the wind and lost. Kicking up his break he sped off, trying to leave his worries back at the bar.

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It was cold, yet there was no breeze. Goosebumps riddled her arms. Her throat was dry and her head was spinning. She was standing in a large room. It was dark, windows were broken and dust and cobwebs littered every square inch. Rogue stood up, steadying herself against a few wooden crates. Footprints could be heard in the distance. Rogue turned around, squinting her eyes, trying to make out the figure. In an instant candles around the room flickered on, finally allowing her a glimpse at the person coming towards her.

It was the older girl from the bathroom. She had a skin tight emerald green shirt on with a scoop neck. A black bomber jacket similar to Rogues, was rolled up to her elbows and was a bit shorter, hanging a few inches below her ribs. The girls hair was down, with some of it pinned back with a barrette, her bangs framing her soft face. Her black ruffled mini skirt came up mid calf, showing off her legs, which were attired with black thin heeled ankle boots. The outfit was startling to Rogue, since she use to have one just like it, when she was younger. In fact she believed she could find that in the back of her closet if she looked deep enough. The girl stepped forward, and the familiar white streak in the girls hair, made Rogue's stomach clench.

The girl smiled "Hello, Shugah. Yah fina'lee woke up." Her licorice voice, was a mixture of harsh and sweet, mingled with a southern twang. She walked over to a crate and sat down, crossing her legs seductively in front of Rogue. "Yah were sleep'n for a very long time."

Rogue took a step back. "What do yah want with meh? Who are…you?" her questions were answered with a silvery laugh, one Rogue noted was similar to hers when she was flirting, but also when she knew she had one up over somebody.

"I'm Marie." the girl laughed, looking at Rogue with a look of 'your-such-an-idiot'. "Ha, your so pathetic."

Rogue glared at her, not liking where this was going. "Who the hell are you to be telling me I'm pathetic. You're the one being a bully to that little girl, and you can only get to me by sinking this low as to kidnap me, and keep me…" she looked around the room "wherever the hell I am."

This brought 'Marie' to hysterics. "Oh Rogue, me a bully? Ha, your right, your not pathetic, your much worse." she jumped off the crate and walked around a few more, stopping at a row of filing cabinets. She looked up at Rogue, smiled, and pulled on a drawl. It didn't budge, she glared at Rogue and yanked on the cabinet, it finally budged. Files and files, were stuffed together, some with papers falling out, while others were torn at the edges. Marie ran her finger over a few, stopping at one of the smaller ones. "Hmm lets see…oh perfect!" She flipped through a few pages, with her acrylic nail. "The day you ran away from home." She looked up at Rogue, emerald green eyes mirroring each other.

"What…what does that have to do with anything." she could see the date on the file, it was when she was a teenager, around the time her powers kicked in and when she ran away from her own personal hell, to a place much worse.

"Oh, it has a lot to do with, everything." She snapped the file shut, and tossed it aside, and searched for another one. "Oh this was a good one." She brushed a strand of auburn hair aside, and cleared her throat. "The day you took Ms. Marvel's powers. That day really fucked me up, you especially."

Rogue had enough, who the hell was this little…dear god! The little girl Anna, who looked just like her, and this girl Marie, looked just like her. It couldn't be. It…it just couldn't.

"Did you fina'lee figah it out, shugah?" Marie was a few steps away from here, smiling like the cat who caught the canary.

"It…there's no way. It's impah'sable." Rogue stumbled over her words, trying to absorb what she knew was true but didn't want to admit.

"You never change, do you?" Marie's face contorted, changing her features from a beautiful angel to a person with a personal vendetta. "Any time something comes up, you freak, and you suppress it to the back of you mind. Like always. Then you forget, you forget everything." She gestured around the filing cabinet's. "All of those files are figments of your memories. Memories you keep locked up, never to see the light of day again. But you know who remembers. I do."

Rogue leaned against a crate, trying to take it all in. Her head was still spinning and her wrists still hurt from the earlier attack. What this girl was saying, was that Marie was her, her teen self, and Anna, the frightened little girl was herself in her childhood years. The memories she had suppressed, were now going to resurface, and that couldn't happen. She had worked so hard to lock them up and throw away the key. Anna Marie, the name Rogue hadn't gone by in years, was now two psyches she had running around her mind.

"You're a quick learner." Marie sneered. She was picking at one of her nails, while chewing on her bottom lip. "If you hadn't noticed, were in your mind, and since I'm you, I know what your thinking."

Rogue stood up, taking a few steps toward her. "If your me. Then why are you doing this? Why are you keeping me here?" She took a deep breath, waiting for an answer.

"Why am I doing this? Rogue, please, don't act stupid. I have been trapped inside your mind, since you turned 17, and I am sick and tired of taking care of your messes. I want out, and I want out now!" She shouted, her eyes flashing with anger, her puckered lips turning into a sneer. "It's your turn to be locked up in your mind." She took a step forward. Rogue a step back.

"What are you talking about? Locked up my mind, I am you, why would you need to get out of…us?" Marie kept advancing.

"You know being locked up in your mind, has some benefits." she smiled. "For instance I have learned a lot. All those people you absorbed, fade away, but I remember them. I keep a little bit of them with me, I keep what you don't want to keep. And therefore I'm stronger then you are." Rogue stared at her, if what she was saying is true, that means, she would also have there powers. All the people she touched she knew inside and out. All the mutants she touched, she would have use of there powers, which wouldn't be good.

"Marie, stop this. Please, there's no sense in fighting. I've been working on controlling my powers with the Professah. He's going to help me." She used a last ditch effort to stop the surging tension, before it was to late. Rogue hated her complex mind, she did not want to be trapped in it.

Marie laughed "Oh of course, side with the Professah. He has helped you a lot hasn't he? It's been how long since you moved in, and I believe your control is the same as when your first got here. Big improvement, Rogue." She shook her had, cracking her knuckles in the process. "Now you can either make this an easy process…or a hard one. Decide."

Rogue glared at her. She did not remember being this complicated as a teenager…or maybe she didn't want to remember. Shit. This is just great, now I'm second guessing myself. She laughed at the situation. I'm fighting with a figment of myself. I think I am going crazy. A door to their left suddenly opened. Rogue couldn't see anyone, but she heard it. It was moving fast. Rogue braced herself for something equally insane to pop up. And it did. Anna flew past a crate and stopped in front of Rogue, hands out to her side, and pouting at Marie. "Leave her alone Marie!" she shouted. "You don't know what could happen if you destroy her. You could ruin us all." Little Anna warned.

Marie rolled her eyes "I am so sick of you. You always get in the way of everything." She stepped forward. Anna stood her ground, stinking her chin in the air, hands on hips.

"No! I am just as much of Rogue, as you are Marie, if you destroy one of us, you can…" She didn't get to finish. Her sentence was stopped by the sudden jolt of her flying in the air, and slamming into a bunch of crates, crumbling in to a piled heap of dust and debris.

Rogue gasped. "Oh my gawd! What the hell is your problem? Anna!" she ran over to the little girl, who wasn't moving. "Anna!" Rogue reached the little girl, hand reaching out to check her pulse. When she felt it. Cold hands, wrapped around her neck, chocking her. Rogue bucked up, only to get slammed back down, indenting the floor with a crater sized hole. She flailed around, laughter filling her mind. "Don't make things difficult, Rouge." Rogue, reached behind her, gripped Marie's arm and flipped her over, the hole in the floor building in size. Before Rogue could think, Marie kicked her legs up, sending Rogue sailing across the room, tumbling into more crates. Rogue stood up, standing in battle stance. A gust of wind filled the room, and the candles went out. Rogue was left in the dark. Laughter from behind her, Rogue reeled around. Red on black eyes, glared back at her. "Ello Chere!" A bow staff whacked Rogues calf, sending slivers off pain up her leg. Which didn't make much sense to her, she was invincible, a blow like that shouldn't hurt.

Rogue threw a punch, tossing Marie to the side, who bounced back in the same manner. "If your not gona play nice shugah, don't play at all." Rogue announced, which was responded by laughter.

"Well then maybe I will let some other people play with yah then!" Came Marie's tart voice. Rogue heard footsteps, to her right, another door flew open. One candle flickered back on, and one look straight ahead of her caused her heart to stop. Mystique.

Marie popped up by Rogue. "Well if you don't want to play, then maybe you can deal with the messes you leave behind." Rogue swung at her, but she teleported away, a stream of laughter echoed off the walls.

Mystique smiled, eyes glaring, and charged. Rogue stood her ground, she was not going to be tossed around by her own damn mind. Contact was made. Fist for fist was blocked. The woman who had taught Rogue her basic fighting skills, and made her into a trained killer, was a match to say the least. Mystique backhanded her, sending into another crate. Rogue jumped up, lifted a crate and smashed it over Mystique, who fumbled backwards. Marie popped up on a crate a few feet away, hands crossed, smiling. "Hmm it's a match, but I can do better. Let's see, who should I bring out this time? Sabertooth? Magneto?" Rogue blanched at the names. "Please just stop it!"

"Ok if you insist." She disappeared, and Rogue felt it. The sharp pain across her back, she fell to the floor, the room spinning. Marie stood over her. "I will not be stuck in here again." She licked her lips, and the last thing Rogue say was a black leather boot.

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Jean Grey, the Professor, Hank, and Gambit, stood around the infirmary, waiting for every ones arrival. Jean was off in the corner with Hank checking Rogues vitals and lab reports. Xavier stared out the window, quiet and thinking. Gambit sat by Rogue, softly stroking her hair, when he felt it. Her brow crinkle. He looked down, a grin plastered across his face. "Rogue! Chere, wake up now. It's Gambit. Rogue?"

Everyone looked over, to see the woman in question, slowly open her eyes. She rubbed her forehead and sat up a little bit, looking around the room. Gambit smiled, "Oh Rogue, you had this Cajun worried." Her emerald eyes smiled back at him, a smile graced her puckered lips, and a silvery laugh filled the room.

Authors Note: Tadah!! Woo I wrote this all today, on my birthday, because the story finally hit me, so I hope you do all enjoy it, and once again thank you for ready. If you have any comments, or questions just let me know and hopefully I can help yah: ) And reviews do motivate me to write; )