Ello!!
Pixie: don't care. Get on with story.
Ami: I HAVE to ask something this time!!
Pixie: fine!
Ami: I was wondering... who are all of Remy's family?? I REALLY would like to know...
Pixie: GREAT!!! LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!!!
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Day Dreaming
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Remy sighed, and looked around the airport; Magneto had said that SilverCat was here, and that she took a plane somewhere. Now he had to find her.
Of course, finding the neko-jin just happened to be a specialty of his...
"Damn..." he breathed, looking at the ticket in his hands. "How did Remy get himself into this?"
Looking out the window, he remembered when the two of them had first met...
//Flashback//
Remy looked up at the afternoon sky through the thick trees; he was only 9, soon to be 10. He smiled, recalling why he was here.
His brother Henri had been getting on his nerves, so he told the boy that he was in trouble with their mother; Henri had run down the stairs to apologize for what ever he did, and he had made his getaway through an open window and down a tree. How he was happily walking through the bayou...
"Ciao il piccolo ragazzo," he heard someone whispered behind him; whirling around, he came face to face with a girl; silver jumpsuit, thick black belt, and a cat shaped mask.
"Excuse est moi?" he said, not understanding a word he said; he saw the girl grin.
"Excuse is me?" she asked, chucking softly. "French is still a mystery to me..."
"You seem ta understand it well," he said in English; they both at least understood. "Wha' did you say befo'?"
"I said," she smiled, staying well in the shadows. "Hello little boy."
"Le petit garçon?" he spoke in French, forgetting that she might not have been able to understand him. "Je ne suis pas de petit garçon vous......... vous......... le démon!" (translation: little boy? . I am not a little boy you. you. demon!)
"Temper, temper," the girl smiled. "And I am very well a demon," she unraveled her belt, which he soon saw to be a tail, "So don't forget it."
//End Flashback//
Remy chuckled at the memory; he remembered it fondly. He also remembered when she had first taken him on a trip with her...
//Flashback//
"Where are we goin'?" he asked the girl, excited that he was going to go with her on a 'trip'.
"Somewhere," she said in her perfect English; she seemed to be perfect in almost everything. "But you have to make sure to stay out of they way and not get in trouble, okay?"
"But wha' Remy goin' ta do fo' une semaine?" he asked, looking at her once again; she laughed.
"I'll tell you one thing Hun," she smiled at him. "We're only going for a day, then we'll be back; the rest of the time will be spent in a hotel."
"What?" he was surprised; he told his tante that they would be on the trip for a week. "But you said a week!"
"I know," she leaned back on the truck of the tree, waiting for something. "I'm actually going on a mission; your just coming so that you can see the world for a bit," she peered at him from the corner of her eye. "Plus Magneto is thinking about having you on his team when you're older."
"Qui est Magneto?" he asked; she didn't answer, just stayed silent.
In a few minutes, a large white globe descended from the sky, landing right in front of them; it opened up and she started to climb in. He followed suit.
Slowly, the opening closed, and the light faded.
"Il Magneto è un uomo malvagio.." she whispered once the light was completely gone. "Un uomo molto malvagio.."
Remy didn't even bother to ask what that meant; it was obvious that she didn't want to think of this 'Magneto' much.
//End Flashback//
"Flight number 13B is ready to be boarded!" a cheery voice chirped over the microphone. "Please board now!"
Looking down at his ticket again, he saw that it was indeed, number 13B; groaning he stood up and started walking towards the catwalk.
//Flashback//
"Happy birthday Remy!" everyone yelled as he entered the dinning room; she smiled, for all their benefits; but help but think that the day wouldn't be complete without SilverCat... or as he had started calling her, mon petit chat.
"Is something wrong Remy?" Henri asked.
"Non," he replied, smiling. "Everyt'in' is fine." They all heard someone knock at the door, "Remy will get it!" Remy rushed to the door, not bothering that everyone was giving him strange looks.
He opened the door, and paused for a second to smile, before he hugged the person at the door.
"Please!" the person choked. "I need to breathe!"
"Oops," he let go of her and backed up a bit. "Pardon."
"That's alright il ragazzo di compleanno," she smiled warmly at him; it was the first time he could ever remember seeing her do so. (translation: birthday boy)
"Une fille Italienne?" someone said behind him; he turned around to see his father. "You know how ta pick 'em Remy my boy."
"Je suis désolé," she smiled sweetly at his father. "Mais ce que jamais la fille que vous avez planifiée pour votre fils que vous pouvez continuer à essayer à monipulate votre faire; bien que je doute que n'importe quelle fille avec un demi cerveau écoutera." Everyone gasps at what she said; Remy was more surprised that she spook perfect French as well. (translation: I am sorry ......... But what ever girl that you planned for your son you can continue to try to manipulate; well I doubt that any girl with a half brain will listen.)
"Qui jamais vous êtes la fille," his father growled, everyone looked at him. "Vous me partez le fils seul! Battre il vous le rat de rue!" the silence was deadly. (translation: Who ever you are girl ....... You leave me son alone! Beat it you street rat!)
She just stared at the him for a minute, and turned back to Remy.
"Here," she whispered to him, pushing a deck of cards into his hands. "I have a matching deck; now we shall always be a pair."
And without a second glance, she turned around and left, not bothering to say good bye... or happy birthday...
//End Flashback//
Remy sat down, and for a brief moment, tried to remember when he actually got on the plane; he gave up quickly and fished around his belt for a case. He flipped it opened and fingered the edges of the cards there.
He started counting them; he always did.
1...
2...
3...
His mind strayed back and forth, remembering all the times that they had together; after the fight her and his father had, she had come for a few meals and had met the rest of the family; his father always thought the same of her though...
32...
33...
34...
He surprised himself at how far he had counted without realizing it. He searched his mind for a second, but then stopped, knowing that he could go on thinking of one thing that seemed to last a second for him, but lasted a minute or more for everyone else.
49...
50...
51...
52...
53...
There wasn't anymore...
He sighed, remembering what happened to the last card...
//Flashback//
The devil boy laughed as she was getting ready to kill him, and he instinctively pulled out one of his cards; then she fell.
He dropped the card, not caring about anything but his friend, and caught her before she even touched the earth.
"Wha's wrong petit chat?" he asked worridly.
"'Nothing,'" she said, pushing herself up; Remy was confused. He heard her voice both in his head and out loud. "Kurt Wagner?"
"Vow zid you know?" the devil asked; he had stepped back, in what he guessed to be fright.
"Now I know why Magneto said that you were to either join or be killed..." she breathed.
"Vho iz Magneto?" the devil asked again. "Vhy does he vant me zead?"
"Long story enfant," he took her knife and stared to the boy, fully intent on doing the job for her if it ment leaving; he just didn't like the guy. "And you won't be here to hear it."
"No," he used her tail to lift the devil off the ground. "He lives."
"What!?!" he screamed at her; for the first time ever, he was angry at her. "We have a job to do!"
"I connected with him Gambit," she hissed at him; time froze in his mind. She had never called him gambit. Gambit was something that was sacrificed to be used in a greater ploy in life; was he something like that? Something that could be spared? He sprung back to earth, and heard her say, "I'll think about it."
He assumed the worst.
"Oh great," he rolled his eyes, his anger forgotten; now it was self dread. "Enough with the romance business. We have to go before Magneto finds out that we -or should I say you- refused to do what he said."
She nodded at him, as if feeling him pain, and lead them back into the shadows... back to the mighty white globe...
He climbed in first this time, not wanted to speak to her.
She didn't follow.
"Gambit," she said again; his eyes snapped up to look at her. It was his name now... Gambit... "Don't feel like you can be destroyed and not cared about; I am that person. You are merely the replacement."
"Wha do you mean?" this had come to a shock.
"I mean," she closed her eyes, stepping back a bit. "That I'm leaving, and you'll have to take my place with Magneto; go under the name Gambit. You know how to do that move in chess anyways."
"Oui," he agreed. "But where are you goin'?"
"I," she looked up. "I don't know."
"Wha' do you mean?"
"I've known that I've had to leave for awhile now; things I have recently learned from my past. Magneto knows to. He has been trying to prevent me from leaving... but now that I have connected with his only resort, I must go..."
"Wha-" she silenced him by reaching into the globe and placing her fingers on two small scars that had appeared a month prior.
"These are marks from me," she smiled, and he saw her fangs again. "You are the first to get the mark and live; we shall share a small bond, nothing serious at all. Sooner or later you will come to recognize it in the back of your mind, but it may not do you good. But still; this means I must, and will, protect you with my live."
He could do nothing but stare at her as she melted into the shadows...
The globe started to close, and he grabbed his deck of card. Quickly, he shuffled through them, counting them in his head.
The light disappeared.
"53," he whispered in the dark, holding the dragon deck. "I'm missing that stupid 2 of clubs..."
//End Flashback//
Pixie: don't care. Get on with story.
Ami: I HAVE to ask something this time!!
Pixie: fine!
Ami: I was wondering... who are all of Remy's family?? I REALLY would like to know...
Pixie: GREAT!!! LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!!!
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Day Dreaming
-
Remy sighed, and looked around the airport; Magneto had said that SilverCat was here, and that she took a plane somewhere. Now he had to find her.
Of course, finding the neko-jin just happened to be a specialty of his...
"Damn..." he breathed, looking at the ticket in his hands. "How did Remy get himself into this?"
Looking out the window, he remembered when the two of them had first met...
//Flashback//
Remy looked up at the afternoon sky through the thick trees; he was only 9, soon to be 10. He smiled, recalling why he was here.
His brother Henri had been getting on his nerves, so he told the boy that he was in trouble with their mother; Henri had run down the stairs to apologize for what ever he did, and he had made his getaway through an open window and down a tree. How he was happily walking through the bayou...
"Ciao il piccolo ragazzo," he heard someone whispered behind him; whirling around, he came face to face with a girl; silver jumpsuit, thick black belt, and a cat shaped mask.
"Excuse est moi?" he said, not understanding a word he said; he saw the girl grin.
"Excuse is me?" she asked, chucking softly. "French is still a mystery to me..."
"You seem ta understand it well," he said in English; they both at least understood. "Wha' did you say befo'?"
"I said," she smiled, staying well in the shadows. "Hello little boy."
"Le petit garçon?" he spoke in French, forgetting that she might not have been able to understand him. "Je ne suis pas de petit garçon vous......... vous......... le démon!" (translation: little boy? . I am not a little boy you. you. demon!)
"Temper, temper," the girl smiled. "And I am very well a demon," she unraveled her belt, which he soon saw to be a tail, "So don't forget it."
//End Flashback//
Remy chuckled at the memory; he remembered it fondly. He also remembered when she had first taken him on a trip with her...
//Flashback//
"Where are we goin'?" he asked the girl, excited that he was going to go with her on a 'trip'.
"Somewhere," she said in her perfect English; she seemed to be perfect in almost everything. "But you have to make sure to stay out of they way and not get in trouble, okay?"
"But wha' Remy goin' ta do fo' une semaine?" he asked, looking at her once again; she laughed.
"I'll tell you one thing Hun," she smiled at him. "We're only going for a day, then we'll be back; the rest of the time will be spent in a hotel."
"What?" he was surprised; he told his tante that they would be on the trip for a week. "But you said a week!"
"I know," she leaned back on the truck of the tree, waiting for something. "I'm actually going on a mission; your just coming so that you can see the world for a bit," she peered at him from the corner of her eye. "Plus Magneto is thinking about having you on his team when you're older."
"Qui est Magneto?" he asked; she didn't answer, just stayed silent.
In a few minutes, a large white globe descended from the sky, landing right in front of them; it opened up and she started to climb in. He followed suit.
Slowly, the opening closed, and the light faded.
"Il Magneto è un uomo malvagio.." she whispered once the light was completely gone. "Un uomo molto malvagio.."
Remy didn't even bother to ask what that meant; it was obvious that she didn't want to think of this 'Magneto' much.
//End Flashback//
"Flight number 13B is ready to be boarded!" a cheery voice chirped over the microphone. "Please board now!"
Looking down at his ticket again, he saw that it was indeed, number 13B; groaning he stood up and started walking towards the catwalk.
//Flashback//
"Happy birthday Remy!" everyone yelled as he entered the dinning room; she smiled, for all their benefits; but help but think that the day wouldn't be complete without SilverCat... or as he had started calling her, mon petit chat.
"Is something wrong Remy?" Henri asked.
"Non," he replied, smiling. "Everyt'in' is fine." They all heard someone knock at the door, "Remy will get it!" Remy rushed to the door, not bothering that everyone was giving him strange looks.
He opened the door, and paused for a second to smile, before he hugged the person at the door.
"Please!" the person choked. "I need to breathe!"
"Oops," he let go of her and backed up a bit. "Pardon."
"That's alright il ragazzo di compleanno," she smiled warmly at him; it was the first time he could ever remember seeing her do so. (translation: birthday boy)
"Une fille Italienne?" someone said behind him; he turned around to see his father. "You know how ta pick 'em Remy my boy."
"Je suis désolé," she smiled sweetly at his father. "Mais ce que jamais la fille que vous avez planifiée pour votre fils que vous pouvez continuer à essayer à monipulate votre faire; bien que je doute que n'importe quelle fille avec un demi cerveau écoutera." Everyone gasps at what she said; Remy was more surprised that she spook perfect French as well. (translation: I am sorry ......... But what ever girl that you planned for your son you can continue to try to manipulate; well I doubt that any girl with a half brain will listen.)
"Qui jamais vous êtes la fille," his father growled, everyone looked at him. "Vous me partez le fils seul! Battre il vous le rat de rue!" the silence was deadly. (translation: Who ever you are girl ....... You leave me son alone! Beat it you street rat!)
She just stared at the him for a minute, and turned back to Remy.
"Here," she whispered to him, pushing a deck of cards into his hands. "I have a matching deck; now we shall always be a pair."
And without a second glance, she turned around and left, not bothering to say good bye... or happy birthday...
//End Flashback//
Remy sat down, and for a brief moment, tried to remember when he actually got on the plane; he gave up quickly and fished around his belt for a case. He flipped it opened and fingered the edges of the cards there.
He started counting them; he always did.
1...
2...
3...
His mind strayed back and forth, remembering all the times that they had together; after the fight her and his father had, she had come for a few meals and had met the rest of the family; his father always thought the same of her though...
32...
33...
34...
He surprised himself at how far he had counted without realizing it. He searched his mind for a second, but then stopped, knowing that he could go on thinking of one thing that seemed to last a second for him, but lasted a minute or more for everyone else.
49...
50...
51...
52...
53...
There wasn't anymore...
He sighed, remembering what happened to the last card...
//Flashback//
The devil boy laughed as she was getting ready to kill him, and he instinctively pulled out one of his cards; then she fell.
He dropped the card, not caring about anything but his friend, and caught her before she even touched the earth.
"Wha's wrong petit chat?" he asked worridly.
"'Nothing,'" she said, pushing herself up; Remy was confused. He heard her voice both in his head and out loud. "Kurt Wagner?"
"Vow zid you know?" the devil asked; he had stepped back, in what he guessed to be fright.
"Now I know why Magneto said that you were to either join or be killed..." she breathed.
"Vho iz Magneto?" the devil asked again. "Vhy does he vant me zead?"
"Long story enfant," he took her knife and stared to the boy, fully intent on doing the job for her if it ment leaving; he just didn't like the guy. "And you won't be here to hear it."
"No," he used her tail to lift the devil off the ground. "He lives."
"What!?!" he screamed at her; for the first time ever, he was angry at her. "We have a job to do!"
"I connected with him Gambit," she hissed at him; time froze in his mind. She had never called him gambit. Gambit was something that was sacrificed to be used in a greater ploy in life; was he something like that? Something that could be spared? He sprung back to earth, and heard her say, "I'll think about it."
He assumed the worst.
"Oh great," he rolled his eyes, his anger forgotten; now it was self dread. "Enough with the romance business. We have to go before Magneto finds out that we -or should I say you- refused to do what he said."
She nodded at him, as if feeling him pain, and lead them back into the shadows... back to the mighty white globe...
He climbed in first this time, not wanted to speak to her.
She didn't follow.
"Gambit," she said again; his eyes snapped up to look at her. It was his name now... Gambit... "Don't feel like you can be destroyed and not cared about; I am that person. You are merely the replacement."
"Wha do you mean?" this had come to a shock.
"I mean," she closed her eyes, stepping back a bit. "That I'm leaving, and you'll have to take my place with Magneto; go under the name Gambit. You know how to do that move in chess anyways."
"Oui," he agreed. "But where are you goin'?"
"I," she looked up. "I don't know."
"Wha' do you mean?"
"I've known that I've had to leave for awhile now; things I have recently learned from my past. Magneto knows to. He has been trying to prevent me from leaving... but now that I have connected with his only resort, I must go..."
"Wha-" she silenced him by reaching into the globe and placing her fingers on two small scars that had appeared a month prior.
"These are marks from me," she smiled, and he saw her fangs again. "You are the first to get the mark and live; we shall share a small bond, nothing serious at all. Sooner or later you will come to recognize it in the back of your mind, but it may not do you good. But still; this means I must, and will, protect you with my live."
He could do nothing but stare at her as she melted into the shadows...
The globe started to close, and he grabbed his deck of card. Quickly, he shuffled through them, counting them in his head.
The light disappeared.
"53," he whispered in the dark, holding the dragon deck. "I'm missing that stupid 2 of clubs..."
//End Flashback//
