Do You Want A Real Remy

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Do You Want A Real Remy?

Chapter 4: Remy Can't See Himself As A Celebrity…

Suni curled up in her seat and sighed. "You probably won't believe me."

"Remy believe anyt'ing, so long as it be de truth."

"Yeah, right. This you won't believe."

"Try Remy."

"Okay…try this. You're a comic character."

"What'd you mean, petite?"

"You aren't getting it. You're a comic character. To me and the people in this world, you've just come out of a comic book."

"Remy t'ink you're trying to tell him dat he be a comic character."

"Oh, finally he gets it. Here, let me show you something." She opened a drawer and took out a few comic books. "Read."

Remy took the comics cautiously and looked at Suni. "Dis be about de X-Men." At her nod, he sat back on his chair and began reading, even as Suni continued with her puzzle, wondering how to tell him about his fan base. * I think I'll keep it to myself. He might not be able to stand the strain… especially with the slash fics he has in his name! … * She smirked to herself at that thought. Remy would probably faint. She glanced at him, noting how his hair fell, brushing his face lightly, and she felt an urge to tuck it behind his ear. * Keep your hands to yourself, * she mentally told herself. Leave the poor guy in peace. He was probably doing his level best to absorb what was in the comics. She turned her attention back to the jigsaw puzzle in front of her, it showing a picture of autumn.

On the other hand, Remy was completely preoccupied with the comics that depicted him and his teammates. Storm, Wolverine, Cyclops, Jean, Rogue were among those in along with himself, and the caricatures looked amazingly like those of his friends. The storyline too, was that of what happened before… as if some one knew what was going to happen.

"Petite?"

"Yes?"

"How old are dese comics?"

" Oh, umm… 'bout a couple of months old. Why?"

"Oh. Remy thought dat de people who did dis storyline knew de future of de X-Men. Dis is only a month old, but dese events happened almost a year back."

Suni looked at him. "Remy?"

"Oui?"

"You okay?"

He gulped silently. "Remy don't understand any of dis. Why de X-Men?"

"Rem, it's the same as asking: Why Pinocchio? People just thought you up, or so it seems. You however, come from a completely different dimension, or that's what I think."

"How is Remy gonna live in dis world den? Unless de X-Men ain't as popular as Remy t'ink."

"Sorry Rem, the X-Men are worldwide. Anyone who has a television should know about you guys."

Remy looked distinctly uncomfortable. Suni sighed and ruffled his hair. "Just let it sink in."

"It ain't sinkin'. Remy can't see himself as a celebrity."

"You aren't. If you go on the streets now, you'll most probably land up in a lab in the U.S. of A. Trust me. People will call up the police, who'll call up the military who'll probably make it a bounty hunting season by putting a huge bounty on your head."

Someone called her name from downstairs, and Suni sighed. "I'll go see what Mom wants. You stay here."

Remy watched her replace the classical CD on the player with another before leaving, locking the door behind her. Remy glanced at the clock on the table, which read 8:30 A.M. *Remy got up pretty early today…* he thought to himself as he sat and began rereading the X-Men comics.

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He narrowed his eyes. The girl didn't seem to want to make the boy stay. He scowled. He wanted to make her get him to stay. It looked like he had to 'influence' their minds…he narrowed his eyes, seeking out a memory that could serve his purpose.

Slowly he smiled, catching hold of a rather painful memory in her mind. Smirking, a hideously evil look on his face, he began influencing the minds of the mortals in the hall that the girl was approaching. The boy will stay… until they have entertained him enough.

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Remy finished reading the last comic, thoughts swirling in his mind. He missed his Stormy, the X-Men… he missed everything. He wasn't accustomed to living peacefully like this.

The door opened and Suni walked in. He knew something was not right… there were emotions bubbling in her, strong, powerful emotions that she was refusing to admit. Anger…so much anger, pain and sorrow. He looked at her face, completely empty of emotion.

"Petite? Somet'in' wrong?"

"Nothing." Her voice was flat, yet there was a slight restraint in it; as if there was something she was trying to push back. Remy tried again.

"Petite, Remy knows somet'in' not be right wit'ya… You ken tell Remy anyt'ing, chere, he won't tell."

"Look, just leave it, okay? You'd probably behave the same way, too."

Remy flinched at the hurt, almost accusing tone she used, but he didn't stop. Something told him not to stop. He got up and put his hands on her shoulders. She pulled away from him. "Leave me alone!"

"Petite?" he said softly. " Remy jus' want to help."

She blinked furiously, walking to the chair and holding on to its back. She took a deep, shuddering breath and began.

"I was fourteen at that time, walking home from tuition class. It was afternoon. I…I stopped at the opening of an alley to tie my shoelace. Then I was grabbed from the back and dragged into the alley. I…" Her voice broke. Her hands were gripping the chair back so hard that the white of her knuckles could be seen under her fair, light brown skin.

"He put a gun to my head…told me to stop struggling and to cooperate, or else he'd kill me. Th..then, he did it. I c…couldn't even help myself. A dog barked and that distracted him… I kneed him and ran… and when I got home, I cleaned myself up. There was blood, you know? So much red blood. He took me and…and raped me as if I was nothing. I didn't tell my parents…I couldn't. Imagine what they'll think if they knew if I had been raped…

The next worse thing was Marianne. I trusted her, you know? I thought she was my friend. I made her promise not to tell anyone, and I told her. The next thing I know, she refuses to talk to me, or be friends with me… she looks at me as if I was a slut… a goddamn prostitute…it wasn't my fault, okay?

She was downstairs just now. She was just staring at me, you know? As if I was scum…" She paused to listen. "It looks like you're gone too… should've known I couldn't tell… should've known…" She didn't bother to turn. He had left, probably through the open windows. Walking to a corner of the room, she curled up and began to cry softly, sobbing her heart out.

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Storm paced the floor of her attic, trying to calm herself down. Her hair shimmered like a silver river as sunbeams danced down upon it. The attic itself was filled with lush plants and bushes. Sunlight streamed through the air vents, making the whole place seem like a little Eden.

Storm stopped pacing and glanced at the door, which was opening quietly.

"Hey, Ro."

"Have they found Remy?"

"Naw, darlin'."

Storm looked at his grim face. "What's wrong?"

"It's Remy's room."

She frowned. "His room? But I went there myself. There's nothing misplaced or stolen or…"

"I ain't talking 'bout that, Ro. I'm talking 'bout the smell in Remy's room, on his bed."

"What smell?"

"Ya wouldn't've smelt it, Ro. It smelt like a portal…and like evil. Somethin' bad's got the Cajun."

"What evil? Logan, I don't understand. Why would anyone just come and…kidnap him like that?" Storm had paled under her dark brown skin, her eyes staring at Logan. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair in a distracted way.

" I don't know, Ro. Beast has been trying to reopen the portal with his what'chacallit machines, but there ain't any luck so far. The damn thing's vanished without a trace strong enough fer Hank ta try an' get Remy back."

"You're saying there is no way of getting him back?"

"Yeah."

Outside, thunder crashed and rain began to fall in torrents.

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Something – an arm – pulled her, bringing her face to a warm, firm surface, cuddling her tightly. A voice murmured softly: "I ain't leavin' petite…Remy know w'at it feels like…" and she nuzzled against that comforting warmth. Tears continued to spill, even as she tried to stop them; shudders, tremors running through her body; they slowly stopped as that warmth penetrated her, the gentle, soft stroking on her back soothing her senses. She felt so safe and comfy, so warm and…secure. She lay there in the comfort, her tears slowly drying.

"Petite." The voice was gentle, caressing.

"…"

"Remy knows how you feel, petite. De first time Remy got raped, he cried too."

She pulled away from him and looked into the red-on-black eyes.

"You were raped?"

"Oui… when Remy first got his powers."

Gently, she cupped his cheek, then snuggled back into his arms.

"I'm sorry."

"For w'at, petite?"

"For all this, soaking you with tears…"

"Chere, dese t'ings happen all de time. You wouldn't be a human if you didn't have dese emotions."

"Thank you, Remy."

"Anytime, petite."

She stayed in the warm, strong circle of his arms, eyes closed.

Sometime later, she moved away from him, earning a questioning look. She gave him a sad little smile.

"You should change your t-shirt."

He gave her a wry smile and stripped off the shirt he was wearing, revealing his chest, gleaming slightly from the wetness of the shirt. Despite her mood, Suni had to smile.

"Very nice…maybe you should stay that way."

"Very funny, petite." He grinned, pleased to see her smile. She looked away, her gaze going to her hands, the small smile falling from her face. Remy left the t-shirt on the floor and picked her up and placed her on the bed. She gave him a startled look, but didn't say anything. He sat beside her, and waited.

"Remy?"

"Oui, petite?"

"Did you really mean that?"

"Mean w'at, petite?"

"That you'll stay?"

"… if you don' mind, dat is."

"Really?"

"Oui."

"A semi-permanent roommate. It's going to be an interesting time from now."

"Semi-permanent?"

"Well, no one knows when you're going to return, right?"

*Sigh* "Looks like you be right, petite."

"Remy?"

"Oui?"

"Goodnight."

"Taking a nap, chere?"

"Yes."

"Den let Remy move, 'cause he wanna nap too."

She moved to accommodate him and they settled down on the bed. He tickled her and she squealed before tickling

him back, a tickle-match taking place. Soon though, it ends and they go to sleep, curled up together.

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