Realisation
by Rei ^death^ Himura
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Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me. This is purely fictional. I don't bother much about the true order for relationships in the story. After all, that's what fanfiction is for, to divert from the stick-in-the-mud stereotype. Don't like it? Then don't read it.
Summary: A certain X-men ponders about another...
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How often is it that you know you're in love with someone and the realisation is so immense that it's like having the wind smacked out of you?
I don't know how long I've been in love with her. I can't say when it even started, or maybe I can. Perhaps it was when the X-men kept running into her and her group of 'friends'. She wasn't my friend I thought. Heck, you'd think you'd want a friend who sent you to another dimension and then just keep silent about it and not tell anyone.
No...
I didn't think of her as a friend. At least not at first. She was like one of us, but not one of us. She was cold, she was distant. She was rude, cynical and jaded. She didn't like trusting people at least that's what I thought. Then I heard Scott say that it was because she didn't want to get hurt, like she had been before.
Then she joined us and things just got worse; for me. We trained together and I had to admit, she was good. I guess it was because she spent most of her time training in the gym rather than hanging out with friends like Kitty and me.
I thought at first that maybe it was admiration.
The way she dealt with Mystique during the field trip, the way she had saved Scott's life. Maybe also the way she responded to Scott's friendship in kind.
Enemies would have just left you to die. But friends, they stick by you and risk their lives to help you.
If you look close enough, beneath that Gothic attire and look, you'd find a really sweet Southern girl who, as Prof. X says, is just really confused.
Aren't we all?
But I've yet got to get to the part where I realised I was in love with her. Everyone seems to think I've got a thing for Kitty. She's a sweet girl alright, a little too... naive. She's innocent and she's been with the X-men for quite awhile. So what is it that Rogue has that Kitty don't?
I don't know, and that's what's bugging me.
Rogue's unique ya know. She's not naive; having seen and experience things that neither I nor Kitty have. She's wise, though she hides it behind that layer of sardonic cynicism. She's gorgeous. Drop-dead. It just drives me mad to want to wipe away that black-tinted lips with my own.
And like every other girl, Rogue's fragile. She just don't wanna show it. She's stronger than any other girl I've known, physically and mentally. Maybe perhaps that's why I love her. For all those features she possesses that's so uniquely... her.
Rogue... Rogue...
Fallen angel from the sky, her wings may be tattered and torn; yet you won't find her weeping and completely at loss.
For she's Rogue, one and only... and mine.
by Rei ^death^ Himura
*****
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me. This is purely fictional. I don't bother much about the true order for relationships in the story. After all, that's what fanfiction is for, to divert from the stick-in-the-mud stereotype. Don't like it? Then don't read it.
Summary: A certain X-men ponders about another...
*****
How often is it that you know you're in love with someone and the realisation is so immense that it's like having the wind smacked out of you?
I don't know how long I've been in love with her. I can't say when it even started, or maybe I can. Perhaps it was when the X-men kept running into her and her group of 'friends'. She wasn't my friend I thought. Heck, you'd think you'd want a friend who sent you to another dimension and then just keep silent about it and not tell anyone.
No...
I didn't think of her as a friend. At least not at first. She was like one of us, but not one of us. She was cold, she was distant. She was rude, cynical and jaded. She didn't like trusting people at least that's what I thought. Then I heard Scott say that it was because she didn't want to get hurt, like she had been before.
Then she joined us and things just got worse; for me. We trained together and I had to admit, she was good. I guess it was because she spent most of her time training in the gym rather than hanging out with friends like Kitty and me.
I thought at first that maybe it was admiration.
The way she dealt with Mystique during the field trip, the way she had saved Scott's life. Maybe also the way she responded to Scott's friendship in kind.
Enemies would have just left you to die. But friends, they stick by you and risk their lives to help you.
If you look close enough, beneath that Gothic attire and look, you'd find a really sweet Southern girl who, as Prof. X says, is just really confused.
Aren't we all?
But I've yet got to get to the part where I realised I was in love with her. Everyone seems to think I've got a thing for Kitty. She's a sweet girl alright, a little too... naive. She's innocent and she's been with the X-men for quite awhile. So what is it that Rogue has that Kitty don't?
I don't know, and that's what's bugging me.
Rogue's unique ya know. She's not naive; having seen and experience things that neither I nor Kitty have. She's wise, though she hides it behind that layer of sardonic cynicism. She's gorgeous. Drop-dead. It just drives me mad to want to wipe away that black-tinted lips with my own.
And like every other girl, Rogue's fragile. She just don't wanna show it. She's stronger than any other girl I've known, physically and mentally. Maybe perhaps that's why I love her. For all those features she possesses that's so uniquely... her.
Rogue... Rogue...
Fallen angel from the sky, her wings may be tattered and torn; yet you won't find her weeping and completely at loss.
For she's Rogue, one and only... and mine.