Well, surprise I'm back! Sorry that I havn't updated in such a long time,
I've just been really busy and had such a huge writers block. But thanks to
those who have e-mailed me and pushed my butt back onto the computer to
write. Well please enjoy!
The sun's morning skin peeked through the hills, slowing extending its arms to the corners of the land. The air was still thick with spices and damp with liquor as Remy sat quietly, perched upon the roof of Scarlet's mansion. He didn't move, made not a sound, only a single ring of smoke escaping from his lips.
He hadn't slept at all that night; her words still penetrated his thoughts. Even slumber couldn't bring peace to the feelings that stirred not his head, not in his heart, but deep within his soul. It was the same feeling that he could only vaguely remember, a feeling that he had thought obsolete since his past. A feeling that to a thief, was scorned and admonished beyond anything else. To a thief like Remy Lebeau he had succumbed to what he feared the most, a demon-a demon that he could not fight, not control, a demon that would tear his soul apart until he had taken complete control over him. That demon was love.
Abruptly, from the shadows of his thoughts emerged the one known as Rogue- his heart stopped, as the demon pulled at his heart, screaming to him to jump down and profess his love for the untouchable. But he didn't, instead he just watched her-silently-lovingly.
She was still dressed in last night's attire, but her hair and make-up had all been weathered away. She too had found no comfort in sleep, she'd tossed and turned, tears washing away the sands of slumber. But she hadn't wanted to disturb him, confident that he was still beyond upset with her. The words had raced out of her mouth like bullets, and she could do nothing but blame herself as the blood flowed.
A blue bird sat upon the ledge of the balcony, chirping affectionately at Rogue. With her gloves firmly in place she gently cradled the bird. As she always did, she pretended that she bore no gloves and that the bird lay in her bare palms. But deep within, she knew that this was only a dream of what could never be.
" Oh Remy." she whispered. The bird seemed to sense her pain for it ceased it's song and stared sadly into her green eyes," Ah'm so sorry that ah pushed ya away," she slowly threw her head back into the now crisp dewy air. She could smell the flowers, the smell of breakfast cooking down stairs, but there was something else-something so familiar that it made her heart leap-it was the smell of the Cajun smoke.
Remy knew that she sensed him, but he couldn't face her, not yet. He wasn't angry with her, nor did he mean the words he'd said her the night before. But he needed to control the demon within him, for if he didn't it would devour him and force on Rogue feelings that she could not prepare for.
She stood stunned for a while, a feeling inside her told her that when she turned he would be there. His ruby on onyx eyes gleaming.but as she turned her heart sank.he wasn't there. She closed her eyes and felt a wave of utter idiocy overcome her-she left his room without another thought. But as she left, a card fell from the sky, it was the only comfort the Cajun had to give, an Ace of Hearts. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~* At morning meal, no one spoke. Scarlet had deprecated Rogue harshly on not bothering to dress for breakfast, but Rogue simply turned the other cheek, fiddling with her eggs. Scarlet was needless to say livid at the young Rogue's impertinence, and the lack of Remy's usual compliments.
" Now what's goin' on ya two? Ya all are extremely quiet" she asked, glaring at both sternly. But neither answered. Scarlet grew extremely peevish, she did not take kindly to people that ignored her," Did you both hear me? Ah asked ya what's going on!" she repeated.
Remy looked up solemnly taking in only a glimpse of Rogue," Excuse our manners, Mrs. Scarlet. We bot' ad' a long evenin',"
Scarlet seemed less than content with this answer," Is this so?" she looked at Rogue who only returned her gaze for a second.
"Yeah" was Rogue's only response.
Scarlet gave up the futile interrogation, she was getting now explanations from the girl and no flattery from the Cajun charmer," Well, since ah doubt ya' all will miss meh much," she waited for any apology or plea to ask that she stay. But none came," Well ah neva," she muttered harshly, throwing her napkin down at the table she stood up and waltzed away.
Remy and Rogue looked at eachother, red fire meeting green ice. Both opened their mouths to speak, but both held too much pride. Ironically both always fought for the last word, but both didn't want to be the one who spoke the first.
Rogue decided to swallow her pride first," Remy Listen."
Now that the first words had been spoken, the rest came out easily," No need t' explain chere, I forgive y',"
Rogue seemed relieved and angry all at once, she was sorry but his arrogance and nonchalance upset her," Well that's comforting, now ah can finally sleep at nigh'," she spat sarcastically.
Remy smiled," Remy jus' be playin' wit y'chere-y'ave no reason t'be sorry,"
Surprisingly she smiled, she swallowed his words acceptingly, but she knew that he was wrong," Ah do owe ya an apology Remy, a big one. Ah shouldn't have told Cody tha' truth about us. If we fail this mission, it'll all be mah fault." She looked down sadly, she could almost feel his hand trying lifting up her chin, but she knew it wasn't there.
" It be alrigh' chere," he paused for a while, waiting before changing the subject," So where be Monsieur Robbins?" he asked. Rogue looked up at him regretfully," He's gone," her voiced cracked as she spoke those words," He said that he had ta leave on a count of business obligations,"
Remy looked shocked, she had opened up to that son of a bitch, and then he just left her. He knew that if she had been his girl, he would've never left her side. 'But she's not mine' he thought.
Rogue sensed the hatred that burned silently through Remy's eyes," He's a very important man ya know. He owns a company now! He told meh that his line of clothing is considered ta be of tha finest quality!" she beamed
Remy raised a brow; he was being duped by a fashion yuppie? A brick had just smashed his ego," Oh righ', mus' be 'ard t'order all 'dose people 'round, non?" a self-amused grin stretched across his face," Why, Remy impressed he still 'as his voice. Wit' all the exercise he puts his vocal chords t'rough,"
Rogue rolled her eyes," At least he has a job! Which is more than ah can say fo' you!" she folded her arms across her chest, waiting for a reply.
" Well chere, jus' being in de same room wit' you is a full job in itself, non?"
Rogue scoffed as she turned on her heel and began to descend back to her room. His cockiness was going to get him killed someday-she swore-and neither she nor the x-men would be able to save him. Maybe that would shut him up.
"Well!" Remy shouted gleefully at her," If y'can't take de heat, stay out o' de kitchen!" he chuckled afterwards at himself. Glad that things were finally back to normal. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A bead of sweat rolled down Rogue's pale face, as she laid a swift upper kick at the red punching bag that hung from the Scarlet's personal gym ceiling. By the mint condition of the exercise equipment Rogue could tell that they had never been used. She wrapped her gloved hands with tape; she couldn't risk injuring herself the day before the big mission.
As she began to jab fiercely a smooth voice rang in her ears," Do I really need t'ask who you be pretendin' dat punching bag be?"
She didn't turn to face him, instead she gave the bag a deadly right hook, causing debris from the ceiling to fall," Give you three guesses, swamp rat," she grabbed a hold of the punching bag stopping it mid swing. She wiped her face with a towel, her face flushed with pink," Whaddya want?"
He scanned her head to toe; she was in a full black body suit. Not one inch of her creamy white skin visible. Her hair was tied up in a simple messy ponytail, her white stripes framing her heated face," Remy jus' wondered if you would like t' take a ride wit me, someplace close to my eart'," She shook her head; it wasn't that she had any prior engagements, or that she didn't crave some fresh air away from Scarlet's mansion. It was just that she couldn't trust herself around him anymore," Uh, no ah don't think so,"
Remy looked perplexed at her refusal," What? Is chere scared? Cause god forbid dat de sulky queen of de underworld have some fun fo' once,"
Rogue turned away, his words enraging her more and more," And what makes you think I'll have fun with ya?" she turned with nimble speed and attempted to lay a right kick across his smug face.
But the Cajun, possessing powers of acute agility caught her foot without hesitation, grinning as she scowled on him on one foot," Now dat I got you, in a very.interestin' position how bout excepting my proposal, instead of being so stubborn?"
She shook her head, spitting at his boots," Not in your life, you'll have ta do betta than that,"
Remy rolled his eyes calmly," Have it your way," He propelled her leg up as she went flipping in the air, landing flat on her ass, green lava flowing from her eyes," Now what do you say? I know you had enough of Remy now, non?"
She smiled evily," ah don' know," even Remy's speed couldn't save him as Rogue's legs came from under him, causing him to fall on his back," Maybe you should eat your own words swamp rat. Now is this place ya want ta take me so great that ya willing ta get your ass kicked jus' ta take me there?" she asked as she wrapped her covered arms around his neck.
" Well chere," he said somewhat chokingly as Rogue tightened her grasp," Dis' place is very beautiful, a place dat is of extreme importance to Remy.and.and he tink you would ave' a good time dere," he paused slightly finding his position," Ok, nuf of dis, not dat Remy don't like this position," He grabbed onto her arms as he tossed her aside on her back, pinning her shoulders down," But I tink I like dis one better.now what do you say about tonight?"
"Fine" she seethed, trying to squirm out of his grasp.
Remy laughed triumphantly," See chere, you shouldn't have even put up a fight, you jus' be making things difficult," he watched her face tighten as he leaned close to her face, he leaned closer. Her lips pursed as she levered her two legs and pushed them strait into Remy chest. Knocking the wind out of him as he fell to the ground beside her.
" 6:00 good with you?" she asked breathlessly
" Yeah," was all he was able to muster.
The sun's morning skin peeked through the hills, slowing extending its arms to the corners of the land. The air was still thick with spices and damp with liquor as Remy sat quietly, perched upon the roof of Scarlet's mansion. He didn't move, made not a sound, only a single ring of smoke escaping from his lips.
He hadn't slept at all that night; her words still penetrated his thoughts. Even slumber couldn't bring peace to the feelings that stirred not his head, not in his heart, but deep within his soul. It was the same feeling that he could only vaguely remember, a feeling that he had thought obsolete since his past. A feeling that to a thief, was scorned and admonished beyond anything else. To a thief like Remy Lebeau he had succumbed to what he feared the most, a demon-a demon that he could not fight, not control, a demon that would tear his soul apart until he had taken complete control over him. That demon was love.
Abruptly, from the shadows of his thoughts emerged the one known as Rogue- his heart stopped, as the demon pulled at his heart, screaming to him to jump down and profess his love for the untouchable. But he didn't, instead he just watched her-silently-lovingly.
She was still dressed in last night's attire, but her hair and make-up had all been weathered away. She too had found no comfort in sleep, she'd tossed and turned, tears washing away the sands of slumber. But she hadn't wanted to disturb him, confident that he was still beyond upset with her. The words had raced out of her mouth like bullets, and she could do nothing but blame herself as the blood flowed.
A blue bird sat upon the ledge of the balcony, chirping affectionately at Rogue. With her gloves firmly in place she gently cradled the bird. As she always did, she pretended that she bore no gloves and that the bird lay in her bare palms. But deep within, she knew that this was only a dream of what could never be.
" Oh Remy." she whispered. The bird seemed to sense her pain for it ceased it's song and stared sadly into her green eyes," Ah'm so sorry that ah pushed ya away," she slowly threw her head back into the now crisp dewy air. She could smell the flowers, the smell of breakfast cooking down stairs, but there was something else-something so familiar that it made her heart leap-it was the smell of the Cajun smoke.
Remy knew that she sensed him, but he couldn't face her, not yet. He wasn't angry with her, nor did he mean the words he'd said her the night before. But he needed to control the demon within him, for if he didn't it would devour him and force on Rogue feelings that she could not prepare for.
She stood stunned for a while, a feeling inside her told her that when she turned he would be there. His ruby on onyx eyes gleaming.but as she turned her heart sank.he wasn't there. She closed her eyes and felt a wave of utter idiocy overcome her-she left his room without another thought. But as she left, a card fell from the sky, it was the only comfort the Cajun had to give, an Ace of Hearts. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~* At morning meal, no one spoke. Scarlet had deprecated Rogue harshly on not bothering to dress for breakfast, but Rogue simply turned the other cheek, fiddling with her eggs. Scarlet was needless to say livid at the young Rogue's impertinence, and the lack of Remy's usual compliments.
" Now what's goin' on ya two? Ya all are extremely quiet" she asked, glaring at both sternly. But neither answered. Scarlet grew extremely peevish, she did not take kindly to people that ignored her," Did you both hear me? Ah asked ya what's going on!" she repeated.
Remy looked up solemnly taking in only a glimpse of Rogue," Excuse our manners, Mrs. Scarlet. We bot' ad' a long evenin',"
Scarlet seemed less than content with this answer," Is this so?" she looked at Rogue who only returned her gaze for a second.
"Yeah" was Rogue's only response.
Scarlet gave up the futile interrogation, she was getting now explanations from the girl and no flattery from the Cajun charmer," Well, since ah doubt ya' all will miss meh much," she waited for any apology or plea to ask that she stay. But none came," Well ah neva," she muttered harshly, throwing her napkin down at the table she stood up and waltzed away.
Remy and Rogue looked at eachother, red fire meeting green ice. Both opened their mouths to speak, but both held too much pride. Ironically both always fought for the last word, but both didn't want to be the one who spoke the first.
Rogue decided to swallow her pride first," Remy Listen."
Now that the first words had been spoken, the rest came out easily," No need t' explain chere, I forgive y',"
Rogue seemed relieved and angry all at once, she was sorry but his arrogance and nonchalance upset her," Well that's comforting, now ah can finally sleep at nigh'," she spat sarcastically.
Remy smiled," Remy jus' be playin' wit y'chere-y'ave no reason t'be sorry,"
Surprisingly she smiled, she swallowed his words acceptingly, but she knew that he was wrong," Ah do owe ya an apology Remy, a big one. Ah shouldn't have told Cody tha' truth about us. If we fail this mission, it'll all be mah fault." She looked down sadly, she could almost feel his hand trying lifting up her chin, but she knew it wasn't there.
" It be alrigh' chere," he paused for a while, waiting before changing the subject," So where be Monsieur Robbins?" he asked. Rogue looked up at him regretfully," He's gone," her voiced cracked as she spoke those words," He said that he had ta leave on a count of business obligations,"
Remy looked shocked, she had opened up to that son of a bitch, and then he just left her. He knew that if she had been his girl, he would've never left her side. 'But she's not mine' he thought.
Rogue sensed the hatred that burned silently through Remy's eyes," He's a very important man ya know. He owns a company now! He told meh that his line of clothing is considered ta be of tha finest quality!" she beamed
Remy raised a brow; he was being duped by a fashion yuppie? A brick had just smashed his ego," Oh righ', mus' be 'ard t'order all 'dose people 'round, non?" a self-amused grin stretched across his face," Why, Remy impressed he still 'as his voice. Wit' all the exercise he puts his vocal chords t'rough,"
Rogue rolled her eyes," At least he has a job! Which is more than ah can say fo' you!" she folded her arms across her chest, waiting for a reply.
" Well chere, jus' being in de same room wit' you is a full job in itself, non?"
Rogue scoffed as she turned on her heel and began to descend back to her room. His cockiness was going to get him killed someday-she swore-and neither she nor the x-men would be able to save him. Maybe that would shut him up.
"Well!" Remy shouted gleefully at her," If y'can't take de heat, stay out o' de kitchen!" he chuckled afterwards at himself. Glad that things were finally back to normal. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A bead of sweat rolled down Rogue's pale face, as she laid a swift upper kick at the red punching bag that hung from the Scarlet's personal gym ceiling. By the mint condition of the exercise equipment Rogue could tell that they had never been used. She wrapped her gloved hands with tape; she couldn't risk injuring herself the day before the big mission.
As she began to jab fiercely a smooth voice rang in her ears," Do I really need t'ask who you be pretendin' dat punching bag be?"
She didn't turn to face him, instead she gave the bag a deadly right hook, causing debris from the ceiling to fall," Give you three guesses, swamp rat," she grabbed a hold of the punching bag stopping it mid swing. She wiped her face with a towel, her face flushed with pink," Whaddya want?"
He scanned her head to toe; she was in a full black body suit. Not one inch of her creamy white skin visible. Her hair was tied up in a simple messy ponytail, her white stripes framing her heated face," Remy jus' wondered if you would like t' take a ride wit me, someplace close to my eart'," She shook her head; it wasn't that she had any prior engagements, or that she didn't crave some fresh air away from Scarlet's mansion. It was just that she couldn't trust herself around him anymore," Uh, no ah don't think so,"
Remy looked perplexed at her refusal," What? Is chere scared? Cause god forbid dat de sulky queen of de underworld have some fun fo' once,"
Rogue turned away, his words enraging her more and more," And what makes you think I'll have fun with ya?" she turned with nimble speed and attempted to lay a right kick across his smug face.
But the Cajun, possessing powers of acute agility caught her foot without hesitation, grinning as she scowled on him on one foot," Now dat I got you, in a very.interestin' position how bout excepting my proposal, instead of being so stubborn?"
She shook her head, spitting at his boots," Not in your life, you'll have ta do betta than that,"
Remy rolled his eyes calmly," Have it your way," He propelled her leg up as she went flipping in the air, landing flat on her ass, green lava flowing from her eyes," Now what do you say? I know you had enough of Remy now, non?"
She smiled evily," ah don' know," even Remy's speed couldn't save him as Rogue's legs came from under him, causing him to fall on his back," Maybe you should eat your own words swamp rat. Now is this place ya want ta take me so great that ya willing ta get your ass kicked jus' ta take me there?" she asked as she wrapped her covered arms around his neck.
" Well chere," he said somewhat chokingly as Rogue tightened her grasp," Dis' place is very beautiful, a place dat is of extreme importance to Remy.and.and he tink you would ave' a good time dere," he paused slightly finding his position," Ok, nuf of dis, not dat Remy don't like this position," He grabbed onto her arms as he tossed her aside on her back, pinning her shoulders down," But I tink I like dis one better.now what do you say about tonight?"
"Fine" she seethed, trying to squirm out of his grasp.
Remy laughed triumphantly," See chere, you shouldn't have even put up a fight, you jus' be making things difficult," he watched her face tighten as he leaned close to her face, he leaned closer. Her lips pursed as she levered her two legs and pushed them strait into Remy chest. Knocking the wind out of him as he fell to the ground beside her.
" 6:00 good with you?" she asked breathlessly
" Yeah," was all he was able to muster.