A/N Did you know that your all fabulous people? No? Well you are!
I'm sorry about the spelling mistake, what can I say late night, my bad.
O.k, next parts here, sorry ishandahalf no fluffyness yet. I promise I'll do some later!
Song is Untouchable by Garbage.
Enjoy...
Disclaimer: Fluffy pink bunnies are taking over my bedroom!
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The whole mansion cringed under the onslaught of yet another row between Rogue and Remy.
The two had been at it hammer and tong since last Friday, with Rogue swearing that she would
have nothing to do with Remy and Remy swearing she would.
This particular argument had kicked off when Remy had asked Rogue out - again.
"Just leave me alone ya insensitive jerk!"
The people in the kitchen, aka the entire institute, winced as a door slammed.
"Rogue y' open dis door!" yelled Remy, there was silence for a minuet and then they heard a muffled KABOOM!
"How dere ya!" screamed Rogue, the door slammed again.
"Do you think we should check it out?" asked Bobby, the others glared at him "it was only a suggestion"
-*- UPSTAIRES -*-
"Who do ya think ya are?" yelled Rogue "who gave ya the right to explode my lock?"
"Chere if dis is de only way I can get to talk to y' den so be it" he shrugged
"what the hell do ya want any way?"
"I want to know why y' find dis boy so repulsive y' won't even go out wit him?" he asked calmly
"it ain't ya Cajun and ya know it" said Rogue angrily
"y' still hung up on yo' mutation? is dat it?"
"yes Ah'm still 'hung up' on my mutation" she snapped "Ah'm the untouchable, get that through ya think skull" she threw a heavy boot at him
Remy dodged it easily,
"Dis is nothin' new to me
it takes more den what y' got
to frighten me
I'm not scared of y'
Dere's nothin' y' can do
Or take from me"
"really? how 'bout ya life?" muttered Rogue darkly
"Untouchable
y' think yo' untouchable
y' know
no one's untouchable"
"'cept me" she put in sweetly, Remy scowled at her
"Yo're bound to lose de game
dere's no one else to blame
y' play so safe
and yo're not risking enough
y' are doomed to be undone
I swear I'll be the one
to bring y' down
it's all yo' fault
cause y' got caught"
"so we're playin' a game now Cajun?" asked Rogue
"non chere I just ment..."
"and what the hell do ya mean Ah ain't riskin' enough? Ah'm riskin' plenty"
"I know chere..." he tried placating her but Rogue interrupted again,
"ya gonna bring me down?" she smiled cruelly "Ah'd like to see ya try"
"It must be nhice
to be so sure
and never feel insecure
it must feel good to believe
ya're always right
and ya're never wrong
ya've got somethin' to say
ya say it to my face
and be a man 'bout it
ya got a problem with me
don't go behind my back
just like a baby" *
"Remy ain't got no problem wit y' mon belle ange"
"yeah well it don't seem that way when ya blowin' my door apart"
"y' know talkin' to y's like talkin' to a brick wall some times" he snapped
"tell me 'bout it shuga"
"Pride comes 'fore y' take a fall
y'd best beware a man scorned
cause no one's untouchable"
He sang, wagging his finger in her face like a scolding parent, Rogue smirked at him, resisting the urge to bite the end of his finger,
"ooh Ah'm quakin' in my boots swamp rat" Remy flung his hands in the air and stalked from the room, muttering,
"le mulet têtu impossible fille dirigée, ne pas sait quel est bon pour elle"*
It took a minuet for Rogue to translate it before she yelled after him,
"Ah heard that!"
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* I changed the lyrics a little, it sould say woman scorned.
*Translation :"impossible stubborn mule headed girl, doesn't know what's good for her"
A/N slight duet there then, what can I say? it came to me.
You are feeling sleepy, so very sleepy.....
when I sanp my fingers you will review the story.....
*SNAP!*
I'm sorry about the spelling mistake, what can I say late night, my bad.
O.k, next parts here, sorry ishandahalf no fluffyness yet. I promise I'll do some later!
Song is Untouchable by Garbage.
Enjoy...
Disclaimer: Fluffy pink bunnies are taking over my bedroom!
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
The whole mansion cringed under the onslaught of yet another row between Rogue and Remy.
The two had been at it hammer and tong since last Friday, with Rogue swearing that she would
have nothing to do with Remy and Remy swearing she would.
This particular argument had kicked off when Remy had asked Rogue out - again.
"Just leave me alone ya insensitive jerk!"
The people in the kitchen, aka the entire institute, winced as a door slammed.
"Rogue y' open dis door!" yelled Remy, there was silence for a minuet and then they heard a muffled KABOOM!
"How dere ya!" screamed Rogue, the door slammed again.
"Do you think we should check it out?" asked Bobby, the others glared at him "it was only a suggestion"
-*- UPSTAIRES -*-
"Who do ya think ya are?" yelled Rogue "who gave ya the right to explode my lock?"
"Chere if dis is de only way I can get to talk to y' den so be it" he shrugged
"what the hell do ya want any way?"
"I want to know why y' find dis boy so repulsive y' won't even go out wit him?" he asked calmly
"it ain't ya Cajun and ya know it" said Rogue angrily
"y' still hung up on yo' mutation? is dat it?"
"yes Ah'm still 'hung up' on my mutation" she snapped "Ah'm the untouchable, get that through ya think skull" she threw a heavy boot at him
Remy dodged it easily,
"Dis is nothin' new to me
it takes more den what y' got
to frighten me
I'm not scared of y'
Dere's nothin' y' can do
Or take from me"
"really? how 'bout ya life?" muttered Rogue darkly
"Untouchable
y' think yo' untouchable
y' know
no one's untouchable"
"'cept me" she put in sweetly, Remy scowled at her
"Yo're bound to lose de game
dere's no one else to blame
y' play so safe
and yo're not risking enough
y' are doomed to be undone
I swear I'll be the one
to bring y' down
it's all yo' fault
cause y' got caught"
"so we're playin' a game now Cajun?" asked Rogue
"non chere I just ment..."
"and what the hell do ya mean Ah ain't riskin' enough? Ah'm riskin' plenty"
"I know chere..." he tried placating her but Rogue interrupted again,
"ya gonna bring me down?" she smiled cruelly "Ah'd like to see ya try"
"It must be nhice
to be so sure
and never feel insecure
it must feel good to believe
ya're always right
and ya're never wrong
ya've got somethin' to say
ya say it to my face
and be a man 'bout it
ya got a problem with me
don't go behind my back
just like a baby" *
"Remy ain't got no problem wit y' mon belle ange"
"yeah well it don't seem that way when ya blowin' my door apart"
"y' know talkin' to y's like talkin' to a brick wall some times" he snapped
"tell me 'bout it shuga"
"Pride comes 'fore y' take a fall
y'd best beware a man scorned
cause no one's untouchable"
He sang, wagging his finger in her face like a scolding parent, Rogue smirked at him, resisting the urge to bite the end of his finger,
"ooh Ah'm quakin' in my boots swamp rat" Remy flung his hands in the air and stalked from the room, muttering,
"le mulet têtu impossible fille dirigée, ne pas sait quel est bon pour elle"*
It took a minuet for Rogue to translate it before she yelled after him,
"Ah heard that!"
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* I changed the lyrics a little, it sould say woman scorned.
*Translation :"impossible stubborn mule headed girl, doesn't know what's good for her"
A/N slight duet there then, what can I say? it came to me.
You are feeling sleepy, so very sleepy.....
when I sanp my fingers you will review the story.....
*SNAP!*