Hi ppls! How's it going out there!!! Thanx a bunch for reviewing.. and to those who haven't read it before, please, for crying out's sake, review!!!! Luv u guys, there's a shocker out below, so have fun and read! Btw, Jonetta, this one's for you… a breather from the music work, and to you to, Huey Li….. this ones for the never ending goodbyes…especially since I'll be seeing you on Monday… J Luv to you all, ppls, hope you enjoy this fic.
Do You Want A Real Remy?
Chptr 9 : Let The Cajun Day-dream…
Angel and Psylocke lay on the floor, utterly in the nude, sprawled on top of one another. Scott blinked, then made up his mind to give the two of them a severe talk when they got up. Sex between teammates was fine with him…as long as they didn't do it in the hall!!! Sighing, he left for the kitchen, not bothering to wake them up. Let the others get a hoot out of seeing them naked.
# # #
Remy groaned as another violin piece began on Suni's stereo. "Petite, ain't there anyt'ing else to listen to? Remy not liking dis stupid music…. It not like de professionals."
Suni smiled. " Hey! Amateurs are playing, Cajun, so be nice. Or if you want, pick a cd of what you want from the rack."
Remy began tinkering with her stereo as Suni chatted online with her friends. The sounds of Incubus's "Drive" came to her ears and she smiled. Then someone called from downstairs.
"Suni!"
"Yes!!!"
"Letter for you!"
"Coming!!!"
Quickly, she slipped out of the room, not failing to shut the door behind her, leaving Remy to his own devices.
Remy lay on the bed, his thoughts wandering aimlessly. It was several weeks now since his trip to L.A. with Suni, and since the kidnapping. He wondered why the odd ritual took place, and why they were set free. Set free, because there was no guard whatsoever, and in no place were he and Suni followed by the hooded figures. In fact, ever since that incident, neither one of them saw the hooded figures, and all that was left of the 'kidnapping' was the scar on both his and Suni's wrist, and it was the only reminder as to the fact that the entire ordeal was not just an odd dream. But still, there were other odd effects, which he had noticed… ones that he wasn't quite sure that Suni felt. He seemed to know her mind almost as well as he knew his… almost as if he had bonded with her at some level. Yet, he had no conscious sense of her in his mind. Even his empathy seemed to have worked a bond to her, so that he knew her every emotion as it came.
Remy sighed. He didn't know if Suni had realized just how close they had gotten and how often now she could cuddle him and know just how he felt. He had no secrets from her, not because he had told her, but because she knew. She knew of everything that concerned his life in his world, and he felt safe knowing that she knew him completely, trusting her with everything he had, including his life. He smiled wryly to himself. The great Remy LeBeau, prince of thieves and X-Man… unable to keep secrets from a 16-year-old. What a joke. Logan would fall over laughing from that one.
At the thought of his teammate however, set Remy on a melancholy path. He missed the X-Men and their conquests and missions. He missed the laughter and the games that he watched the others play, the night trips to the bars and to Harry's. He missed the mansion, especially the roof, and he missed the woods. He missed the quiet, heart-to-heart talks he had with Logan… but most of all, he missed Storm.
The quiet way she moved, the gentle softness in which she always treated him, the platinum-white hair and the dark chocolate skin, the warm laughter and the caressing voice whenever she sung him to sleep…Remy was lost in his memories of his love. He didn't even notice when Suni came in, for his eyes were closed, his awareness of his surroundings faded, and his mind on Ororo Munroe, Windrider, weather-goddess and Storm of the X-Men.
Suni smiled when she saw Remy lying on her bed. She knew who exactly he was day-dreaming about… she kept seeing visions of Storm in her own mind. She sighed. She had better have a talk with Remy over this odd sense that seemed to be overtaking her… this bond-like feeling she seemed to constantly feel with him… but not now, she decided, watching Remy smile at his thoughts and memories. Let the Cajun day-dream…
# # #
He glared and watched them as they continued their destruction of his game. How dare they? He fumed. Slowly, with long, black fingernails, he began eroding the net in which he was bound. He smiled as they replaced the Remy doll beside the Suni doll. Evidently, they had found it of no use. He smirked. Never mind. When he got free, he'll just start a new game… and this time he'll be more careful… yes, he will…
# # #
Suni yawned and looked at the clock. 1.30 AM it read, and she yawned shutting her computer down. Remy was already asleep, wearing the amulet she had given him along with his shorts and t-shirt. She smiled. It was a nice amulet, of a wolf sitting on its haunches. One of her friends had gotten it for her when went to the States, and she felt it would be appropriate to give it to him for some reason, especially after their talk about the odd bond that they both felt. Remy had put it down to the odd ritual that they experienced. He was probably right. Sighing, she switched the air-conditioning on and crawled on the bed beside him, causing him to mumble something and bury his head in his pillow. The odd things in life that happen…She shut her eyes and slept.
# # #
Storm felt drowsy, and wondered what time it was. She had been working on her attic garden all day with Logan (who complied, albeit grudgingly). She yawned throughout dinner with the others, and immediately walked up to sleep.
"Storm? Going to bed already?" questioned Scott, and she turned to smile at him.
"I'm afraid so, Scott. I've been gardening all day."
"Yeah, and dragged me though it too, Cyke." Logan voiced out, a beer in his hand. Storm smiled at him and winked before walking upstairs.
She entered her spacious room and took off her clothes, choosing to wear one of her silk nightgowns instead. Somehow, silk always cooled her and gave her a good night's sleep. She smiled to herself, remembering how Remy always rubbed his cheek on the silk when e was in her room at night. Sighing, she then turned to her bed, ready to sleep. What awaited her shocked her. Her eyes widened, and she screamed, the sound echoing around her, even as a storm began to brew outside.
Remy was asleep on her bed.
# # #
Two days later…
"Gambit is not an invalid. Gambit is not sick. Gambit is FINE! Why can't Gambit use de Danger Room?"
Remy stood in front of Cyclops, scowling at the latter even as Jean struggled to hide a smile. It had been two days since the Cajun's mysterious reappearance in Storm's bed, followed by his equally mysterious refusal to tell of what had happened to him during his time of disappearance. Scott didn't want him straining himself while Hank was still trying to get him to do some tests to see if he was physically all right. Gambit however, didn't show any difference from the day he left till his return. Yet, his mental shields seemed to have increased tremendously, and blocked out his psi-sign too, leaving no trace of himself to be found on the astral field.
"Gambit, Hank doesn't want you to exert yourself until he has run some tests on you, okay? Try to understand that."
"Gambit not wanting to understand dat."
A gruff voice broke in from the doorway. "Remy, just leave it an' get ya bike. We're goin' fer a ride."
"We?" questioned Remy. "Pour quoi?"
Logan winked from where he stood, and walked off. Without a second glance at Scott, Remy strode off after Logan.
# # #
It was over two weeks since he had left, and she knew that he wouldn't return… but she missed him. Quietly, Suni placed her last memento of him on her table. It was a photo shot Joey had taken while snapping photos at Chester's house. It was a picture of Remy playing Brad's guitar, and her leaning on his legs. They were laughing over some joke. Suni smiled to herself. At least she knew he was alive, somewhere..hmmm… she had better pay more attention to X-Men comics… maybe she'll know what happened to him……… she grinned.
# # #
Sometime in the future…
He was free at last….. free to see how his pets were… he stole to his place and watched them… never mind, he'll think up another something to play with… his eyes locked on the Suni doll, and a slow, cold smile spread over his face….
Hey!!!! Ok u ppls all this is FINISHED!!!! FINITO…OVER… but I would like to know…… would anyone like a sequel to this? And is there anyone who doesn't like the oddball character Suni that I made up? I'd like to know, neh? *wink* I really would like to know if anyone has any constructive critisisms on this piece of work anyhow…… see you ppls around! ~ws~
