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. ^_^