Do You Want A Real Remy

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Do You Want A Real Remy?

Chapter 2: What in Hell Is Going On?

It was so nice and warm, under the blanket, with her warm pillow snuggled under her. So warm…Suni sleepily rubbed her cheek against her pillow, silently marveling about how smooth it was, how comfortable. She knew she should get up and switch off the air-conditioning, but she was just too lazy to move. * Damn, it's so warm and nice…Pillow so silky smooth and firm…Waitaminute… Pillow is giving off heat…normal pillows don't do that…must' be G… he probably got scared of the dark again and came to cuddle in… but it's too big to be G…oh, who cares…it's so nice and warm…………..can't be Sum or G… Sum's with Ho Beng an' G's at camp… remember cause I checked with him at four… can't be Papa… got Mom to sleep with… then who…dunno… should get up to see…may be it's a psychopath… WHAT?!….PSYHOPATH??!!?! *

Suni opened her eyes and carefully slid off her warm 'pillow'. She stared in the dim light. A shirtless man was in her bed. He had a muscled, tanned chest that she happened to sleep on a few moments ago. Luckily, he was wearing pants, or she would've screamed her guts out. It looked like he had red hair, so he obviously was a foreigner. But the face looked so familiar… as if she had seen him before. Then her eyes widened in disbelief. * No way…*

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Remy never felt more comfortable in his life. In fact, if it wasn't for the hand that was currently pressed on his chest, he would have just turned over and snuggled under the covers. Fate, obviously, had other plans for him, as the hand left his chest and instead touched his cheek. He could sense a lot of chaotic emotions near him, wonder, awe, curiosity, confusion and disbelief, all stirred up in the person, who was most definitely a female. He slit his eyes open ever so slightly, to get a view of the female who still had a hand on his cheek.

* Nice… dark hair, fair skin, Asian features, very sexy body… Remy could like dis… 'cept she be a teen…* he thought, opening his eyes and looking right at her. * Let's see what she gonna do when she see Remy's eyes…*

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* God… it's a Remy LeBeau… THE Remy Lebeau… oh shit oh shit oh shit…what the hell am I gonna tell Mom? His eyes…they really are red-on-black…* She stared at those fascinating eyes, her hand still on his cheek. * Oh, god…*

Remy opened his mouth and asked, " Ain't you running?" She stared at him.

* The accent is REAL…I have a LIVE Remy LeBeau in my hands…that means the powers… the everything is real…from his past to the X-Men…they're REAL…. What in HELL is going on? …This CAN'T be real! …*

"Petite? You okay, petite?"

* HE called ME petite… okay Su, snap outta it… seeing that Remy doll has given you a crazy dream where Remy LeBeau is real and he's in your bed… it's just over-imagination and over-crazed hormones that have you all mixed up… then why the hell is he still staring at me? Shouldn't he just disappear or something? *

Suni backed off him, sitting beside him instead, and pinched her arm. Hard.

* Owww……that hurt. But he's still here! * Part of her wailed out that last sentence as she noted him looking at her curiously. * Okay… try closing your eyes THEN pinching…OWWW… okay is he still there? * She peeked out a glance through her lashes, only to find his face just a few inches away from her face. * Oh no… he's still here!!! What in hell am I gonna do? *

"Petite, Remy don' t'ink you be dreamin'. Remy be here for real."

Suni stared right into his eyes, her mind completely gone. All she could think was, * This is a dream… a complete dream, nothing more. *

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Remy gazed back at her, a little startled by the fact that she wasn't afraid. Just stunned. Quietly, he eavesdropped into her her mind, noting the chaos of emotions and the one sentence that kept running in her head: 'This is a complete dream, nothing more.'

"Petite, Remy is tellin' you he ain't a dream. He is for real. See?" He lifted her hand and put it on his chest, over his heart. "Petite? Remy has a heart, it be beating now. You can feel it, non petite? See, Remy be alive. Remy be real." She blinked, and gazed at him with shocked, disbelieving dark eyes, searching his face. She seemed awed now, with tiny spikes of curiosity blooming in her mind. Remy quietly eased out of her mind, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"You were in my mind."

Remy winced. So much for not noticing. " Remy just' checking to see dat you okay, petite." She looked at him shyly. " You're really Remy, aren't you?" He blinked, then nodded. " Can I call you Remy?" He nodded, and she smiled before getting up to switch the light on, unconsciously allowing Remy an excellent back view of her body. * Nice… for a teen… she's gonna be a beautiful woman someday…*

The light gave him a better chance to look around, and he found himself looking at a simple bedroom with simple, beautiful furniture arranged around. The walls were a soft cream-white, and had jigsaws and posters on them. He shifted, sitting

cross-legged on the girl's bed. The cupboard opposite the bed was a rich deep brown, and there was a dresser beside it with a large mirror on top. The girl sat pulled out a chair from the desk, and faced it towards him before sitting down. He looked at her square in the eye. " You mind tellin' Remy how he got here?"

She looked at him. " I don't know how you got here."

"Why not? Remy wants to know, or he blasts outta 'ere."

"Are you nuts? You can't go around blowing things up NOW! It's… two-thirty three in the morning," she said, glancing at her digital clock on the desk.

" How'd you know that Remy ken blow up things?" he demanded.

She glared at him. "I don't know. I've just got ESP," she said, rolling her eyes. "Remy, please don't ask such difficult questions. I'm not exactly prepared to answer them yet."

"Okay, den tell Remy wat you name is."

"I'm Suni. People usually call me Su or Sun, though. You know, I just realized…you don't look as old as you're supposed to be."

"Wat is dat supposed to mean? And how old is Remy 'supposed' to be?"

" 'Bout your late twenties."

" Remy is in his late twenties. Wat does Remy look like now?"

She looked at him, then nodded towards the mirror. " Maybe you'd better look for yourself. I doubt you'd believe me."

Remy looked at her, puzzled, then got off the bed to look into the mirror. He stared at his reflection, gaping." Remy… Remy looks like a teen! Dis be impossible!" He began touching himself all over, making sure every part of himself was indeed, a teen's body. He noticed the girl looking at him with the outmost curiosity. "You done yet?" she questioned. Remy glared at her. "Remy is turned into a teen and you ask him if he's…" The girl leaped off the chair and clapped her hand over his mouth before he could finish. "Stranger or no stranger, you'd better keep it down or my parents will wake up." Remy blinked, and she lowered her hand. "Now don't make so much noise. You're a teen, and there isn't anything you can do about it. Just take it in, okay?"

Remy did not look happy, but he nodded, and she continued. " Now, we need to discuss just what to do with you."

"Remy don't like this."

"I had a feeling that you wouldn't. What am I going to do with you?"

"Wat do you mean, wat you're going to do wit Remy? De question is wat is Remy going to do now?"

The girl sighed and shook her head. "Remy, you're in my bedroom and in my house. If you try to get out, I doubt you can survive, since this isn't your world."

"And how does petite come to dat conclusion?"

"Simple. Your eyes suggest that you're a mutant. In this world, there are no such things as mutants. The fact that you're so surprised that you're a teen suggests that something was done to you to change you so that you look different. See? Two perfectly reasonable facts that also suggest that you wouldn't know much about my world, let alone be able to function properly without a helping hand."

Remy sighed and walked back to the bed, sitting back on it. " Petite, you don' understand. Remy ken survive anywhere."

"And how are you going to survive here, my friend?"

"Remy ain't your friend."

"You're not? Oh, I'm crushed…. Whatever am I going to do?" Suni mimicked a dying person.

Remy couldn't help but grin. "Okay, petite; Remy is officially your friend."

"Wow! What an honor! I'm so happy! Can I have your autograph? Please?"

Remy laughed at her play-acting. He couldn't help it. "Okay chere," he said, and mockingly pretended to give her an autograph. She grinned and sat next to him. "Now shall we proceed to hiding you under my bed?"

At Remy's confusion, she chuckled. "Remy, you can't get out now. The house is surrounded with an alarm system and the controls are in my parents' bedroom. My mom wakes up the earliest, and she switches off the alarm then. The whole house is busy until about seven, where my parents go to work, so until then, you're going to have to hide. There aren't many places to hide in this house, and you'd be the safest in my room simply because no one comes in here except me, and that I always have music in here when I'm awake, so it'll mask whatever noise you make."

" Remy wants to ask a couple o' questions."

"Go ahead."

" De first is, how come you got dis all so well planned?"

"Simple. I've harbored people in here before. Not what you're thinking," she added, noting Remy's raised eyebrow. "My friend found a puppy and needed time to convince her parents to keep it. So, I played the babysitter and kept the little pup up here until her parents agreed, that was for two entire weeks. Next question?"

"Okay, how come petite is so calm 'bout findin' a total stranger in your bed an' you're so ready to help him out?"

She smiled and leaned against the frame of her bed. " I just look calm because I'm thinking practically. If I wasn't I'd still be staring at you in total denial. I'm ready to help you 'cause you aren't a bad person."

At that, Remy got off the bed and walked to the window. "You don't know what Remy is like."

Suni got up and stood behind him. Gently, she put her hands on his shoulders. "No one is completely bad, Remy. Everyone has a bit of good in them. You might have done bad things I the past that you may be completely sorry for, but there isn't anything you can do about it. All you can do is try to go back to the right track."

"Remy has killed people." He said this in an effort to keep her from getting past the defenses that her had erected within himself, he wanted her to back away so that he wouldn't want to stay. She didn't back off.

"You're sorry for killing. That's what is important."

Remy lied in desperation. "Remy likes to kill people."

"Liar." She turned him around gently, looking right into his eyes. Then she hugged him, cuddling in as his arms went around to squeeze her close. He felt comfort and support from her, and before he could help himself, he bathed his sore mind in that warm blanket of friendship that she gave freely. Tears slowly dropped from his eyes into her dark silky hair as he leaned his head onto hers, clutching her as close to him as possible.

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