~*~*~Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or the concept. Damn it. Marvel owns
them and the chances of Marvel selling the X Men to me for two bucks are. I
don't wanna know.
~*~*~Author's Note: I like the way that sounds.. 'Author's Note'. I'm an author. Neato. Er, 'hem, getting on with it. I hate Rogue. From the depths of my soul, I hate her. For stealing Gambit, for treating Gambit the way she treats him, for having such a wanna-be Southern accent. for.for. for her damn hair!!!! I WANT HER HAIR!!!! And more than that. I WANT GAMBIT!!!!!!!!! Anyway, so this an attempt to rid myself of this rage for a certain. girl. I'll be nice. Er. I'll try at least.
Cajun Secrets
Rogue sat in her room, watching the sunlight stream through the huge window-doors leading out to her balcony. Dust particles danced in the rays.
She shivered. Sure is cold up heah. she thought to herself. She stood and walked to the window-doors, opening them and going to stand by the balcony. On the terrace next to hers, Kurt sat on the railing, tail wrapped around for balance. Rogue started to call him over, but stopped abruptly. She stared off into the dimming horizon.
The revving of a motorcycle drew her attention to the driveway below. It was the new kid. He had long auburn hair pulled into a ponytail, sunglasses hid his eyes, blue jeans, and a black leather jacket on. And he was riding Logan's bike.
*BAMF* came from behind Rogue, and a smell of brimstone.
"Hi Kurt."
"Hello Rogue." Nightcrawler walked to the railing and looked down. "That new boy has Logan's bike!"
"He's gonna die for it." The new kid looked up from wheeling the bike into the garage. He grinned jauntily and waved. Rogue deliberately looked back at the darkening horizon.
"He likes you," Kurt said teasingly, dancing out of the way of Rogue's punch.
Rogue snorted and went back to ignoring the new kid. After a moment, she snuck a glance downward to see if he was still there. He wasn't.
Apparently her glance hadn't been as subtle as she thought.
"And you like him, I see."
"WHAT?!?!" Rogue screeched and dove at 'Crawler. He laughed and teleported away.
"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. Ah don't like him!!!"
Jean stood in front of a very angry girl with a southern accent. She looked a bit more than slightly taken aback. "Oh. Alright then."
"Oh. Right. Remember that, then. Ah'll. jes' be in mah room then."
Jean watched Rogue storm off and sighed. Then she smiled. Well, if Rogue doesn't want him.
Rogue crept down the hallway and poked her head around the corner, peering into the dining room. Everyone but that new kid was there. Good. Mebbe Ah can grab somethin' ta' eat without anyone noticin'. she prayed.
"Bonjour, mon p'tite."
Rogue jumped about four feet and spun around. "Aw crap."
"Non, Remy t'ink when y' say day, y' really be talkin' 'bout him in dere." The new boy stood in front of her. His hair was held back in a headband and instead of a leather jacket he wore a long trench coat. As he finished talking, he gestured to the dining room, where Scott was once again trying to flirt with Jean.
Despite herself, Rogue laughed quietly. "Yeah. Ah guess so."
"'S y' name, chere?"
Aw Christ, the guy's already callin' me 'dear'? Ah don't like him, Ah don't like him! "Rogue."
"Remy means y' real name."
"Remy can go piss himself far as Ah'm concerned."
Remy put his hand on his heart. "Dat hurt, chere, dat really hurt."
"Two words for ya', Cajun." Rogue held up her first and middle fingers. "Shut." Her first finger went down. "Up." She turned away and walked quickly down the corridor. Seemingly unfazed, Remy followed.
"Aww, y've already given Remy a nickname. Dat's great."
She spun around and faced him. And looked up. "Why are ya' followin' me?"
"T' see where y' room is, mon p'tite." He grinned.
"Go away!" She shoved him, but, being much smaller, he didn't move very far. To her great surprise, however, he nodded and said, "Alright, chere, if y' feel like dat, Remy'll see y' later." He walked away.
"Or. Or neve'! Ya jes' leave me alone!" Rogue yelled somewhat sheepishly at his retreating form. Blushing, she went into her room. And realized she had forgotten dinner. "Damn him!"
1 End of Chapter One
~*~*~ What do you think? Am I being nice? You don't know what this is costing me!
~*~*~Author's Note: I like the way that sounds.. 'Author's Note'. I'm an author. Neato. Er, 'hem, getting on with it. I hate Rogue. From the depths of my soul, I hate her. For stealing Gambit, for treating Gambit the way she treats him, for having such a wanna-be Southern accent. for.for. for her damn hair!!!! I WANT HER HAIR!!!! And more than that. I WANT GAMBIT!!!!!!!!! Anyway, so this an attempt to rid myself of this rage for a certain. girl. I'll be nice. Er. I'll try at least.
Cajun Secrets
Rogue sat in her room, watching the sunlight stream through the huge window-doors leading out to her balcony. Dust particles danced in the rays.
She shivered. Sure is cold up heah. she thought to herself. She stood and walked to the window-doors, opening them and going to stand by the balcony. On the terrace next to hers, Kurt sat on the railing, tail wrapped around for balance. Rogue started to call him over, but stopped abruptly. She stared off into the dimming horizon.
The revving of a motorcycle drew her attention to the driveway below. It was the new kid. He had long auburn hair pulled into a ponytail, sunglasses hid his eyes, blue jeans, and a black leather jacket on. And he was riding Logan's bike.
*BAMF* came from behind Rogue, and a smell of brimstone.
"Hi Kurt."
"Hello Rogue." Nightcrawler walked to the railing and looked down. "That new boy has Logan's bike!"
"He's gonna die for it." The new kid looked up from wheeling the bike into the garage. He grinned jauntily and waved. Rogue deliberately looked back at the darkening horizon.
"He likes you," Kurt said teasingly, dancing out of the way of Rogue's punch.
Rogue snorted and went back to ignoring the new kid. After a moment, she snuck a glance downward to see if he was still there. He wasn't.
Apparently her glance hadn't been as subtle as she thought.
"And you like him, I see."
"WHAT?!?!" Rogue screeched and dove at 'Crawler. He laughed and teleported away.
"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. Ah don't like him!!!"
Jean stood in front of a very angry girl with a southern accent. She looked a bit more than slightly taken aback. "Oh. Alright then."
"Oh. Right. Remember that, then. Ah'll. jes' be in mah room then."
Jean watched Rogue storm off and sighed. Then she smiled. Well, if Rogue doesn't want him.
Rogue crept down the hallway and poked her head around the corner, peering into the dining room. Everyone but that new kid was there. Good. Mebbe Ah can grab somethin' ta' eat without anyone noticin'. she prayed.
"Bonjour, mon p'tite."
Rogue jumped about four feet and spun around. "Aw crap."
"Non, Remy t'ink when y' say day, y' really be talkin' 'bout him in dere." The new boy stood in front of her. His hair was held back in a headband and instead of a leather jacket he wore a long trench coat. As he finished talking, he gestured to the dining room, where Scott was once again trying to flirt with Jean.
Despite herself, Rogue laughed quietly. "Yeah. Ah guess so."
"'S y' name, chere?"
Aw Christ, the guy's already callin' me 'dear'? Ah don't like him, Ah don't like him! "Rogue."
"Remy means y' real name."
"Remy can go piss himself far as Ah'm concerned."
Remy put his hand on his heart. "Dat hurt, chere, dat really hurt."
"Two words for ya', Cajun." Rogue held up her first and middle fingers. "Shut." Her first finger went down. "Up." She turned away and walked quickly down the corridor. Seemingly unfazed, Remy followed.
"Aww, y've already given Remy a nickname. Dat's great."
She spun around and faced him. And looked up. "Why are ya' followin' me?"
"T' see where y' room is, mon p'tite." He grinned.
"Go away!" She shoved him, but, being much smaller, he didn't move very far. To her great surprise, however, he nodded and said, "Alright, chere, if y' feel like dat, Remy'll see y' later." He walked away.
"Or. Or neve'! Ya jes' leave me alone!" Rogue yelled somewhat sheepishly at his retreating form. Blushing, she went into her room. And realized she had forgotten dinner. "Damn him!"
1 End of Chapter One
~*~*~ What do you think? Am I being nice? You don't know what this is costing me!
