Woo-hoo! The last chapter! It's sort of depressing isn't it? Thank goodness
for sequels! ;o) Well this one took awhile for post so I apologize. I just
wanted the last chapter to be good! The reviews have been AWESOME! I love
you guys so so so so much! So far the *mostly* Romy sequel is coming first
and than the *mostly* Kietro. And than I have another idea for a third
sequel that balances out both couples equally. I think I'm enjoying this
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much. Oh, and since I'll probably be writing the sequel
really soon (Spring Break ya know), go ahead and look for it. The title is
"The Silent Assassin." And it takes place DIRECTLY after this chapter.
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Kitty sighed and let her History book hit the table with a bang. Scott and Jean had to be at school early for some project, and instead of taking the bus like Evan, Kurt, and Rogue, she had decided to go early to and do some homework. But now it was all done and she was bored. Actually there was plenty for her to *think * about but she didn't want to go there. For example, she was trying very hard to avoid thinking about Pietro, kissing Pietro, and Pietro acting like nothing had happened once they were rescued. She didn't want to think about that at all. He hadn't even said good-bye or anything when their rescuers lifted off the rubble around them. Just got up and muttered something that sounded like, "It's about time," as he disappeared in a flash of silver. *It's about time.* She thought angrily. *And just what did he mean by that?* No matter how hard she tried her thoughts kept going back to yesterday. Well, if she couldn't get the day before out of her head, than at least she didn't have to think about his kisses or the way they had made her feel. It had seemed so. . . right. She slapped her hand to her forehead, annoyed. So much for not thinking about it.
"Aren't you at school a little early, Kitty-cat?" The voice from behind sent chills down her spine and angered her simultaneously.
"Back at ya." She turned, her voice louder than she had intended.
"Yeah, well, Mystique was in a fit this morning. Fred slipped and mentioned the party, so we all got out of there as fast as we could." Pietro slid in across from her.
"Smart move." She commented dryly. Her eyes widened imperceptibly. Was she really having a normal conversation with Pietro Maximoff? Mentally she kicked herself. It didn't matter. She was angry with him. Very very angry. But before she could voice her anger he broke the silence.
"Yesterday, was--" She interrupted him.
"There's a name for it, I'm not sure what, but when two people are in a stressful situation they tend to *think* they have, uh, feelings for each other, and uh." She had this all worked out in her head, but it was becoming harder and harder to remember while meeting his gaze.
"Are you sure you're not just trying to cover up what a terrible kisser you are?" He broke in, gazing at her intently with no trace of his usual smirk.
Her mouth dropped open. "I am a-a great kisser!" She stammered, face red.
"I was in a better position to tell than you yesterday." He reminded her, his usual smirk back in place. Noticing the look on her face he continued before she caused him serious bodily harm. "You could always prove me wrong." He held his breath, still smirking.
Her eyes widened as she realized what he was hinting at. Then, with a smirk parallel to his own, she grabbed the front of his shirt and leaned forward. "Just because I love to prove you wrong."
"It might take more than one." He warned her, before leaning to meet her.
Her eyes danced. "Whatever it takes."
He almost laughed out loud, but refrained so he could use his mouth for other purposes. Don't think, just do, had been his mantra for years. But he hadn't been a to do anything but think, after he left Kitty at the collapsed building. He had spent hours analyzing what she had said, and what he had done, and the way they had kissed. But it was no use. It had happened and he had liked it, and so had she, apparently. That was all the explanation he needed right now. Later he would worry about what Mystique, the brotherhood, the X-men, or even his father, had to say. It wasn't like he *liked* liked her, he just liked kissing her. Right?
Kitty couldn't seem to keep her thoughts together. One part of her hated Pietro Maximoff with every fiber of her being. The other, well, the other half didn't want to think about anything but the task at hand. She couldn't be falling for the 'flirting-master' himself, could she? No. That was totally not possible. So than what was it? *He's just a good kisser.* She comforted herself. *And I must be REALLY starved for excitement.*
When they finally stopped, both were breathless. "Not bad." Pietro managed, running a hand through his hair.
Kitty didn't say anything, but her smile grew wider. Suddenly Pietro caught on, and grinned. "You're supposed to return a compliment with a compliment, you know." He quoted her, his voice filled with mock indignation.
"I would if there was something to compliment on." She returned, tossing her hair.
"There's always my body Pryde. I already know you think I'm a hottie."
She rolled her eyes. "We've been over that already. But even if it were true, which it ISN'T." She reassured him. "It's like, totally worthless if you can't kiss."
"I think this calls for a rematch."
She raised an eyebrow. "A kissing rematch?"
He nodded and she grinned. "I can take you."
"Bring it on, Pryde." He leaned forward, but before their lips could meet they heard the voices of Scott and Jean entering the cafeteria. Both teens jerked away from each other.
"This isn't over, valley girl." Pietro warned, rising from the table.
"Oooh, I'm like so scared, loser." She pretended to quiver in fear.
"I'll meet you after lunch." He was gone before she could respond. Against her will, a smile spread across her face. Yup, she and Pietro hated each other. They couldn't be in the same room and not fight. She sighed contentedly. Her life was perfect.
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When Remy pulled into the school parking lot and headed for his regular space he was genuinely shocked by what was waiting for him.
"You are a bad influence on me, Swamp Rat." The green-eyed beauty informed him, hands on her hips.
"I take it dis means we're not goin' ta school today, chere?" His heart was pounding, but he had given up trying to rationalize what his body did around Rogue.
"Just drive." She ordered, sliding in behind him. "Ah want ta show you something."
He obeyed, leaving the parking lot behind in a cloud of dust. After about ten minutes of following Rogue's directions, she told him he could stop.
"We need ta walk from here." She informed him, sliding off the bike and heading towards the woods. She paused before entering the trees and held out her hand, blushing slightly when he took it in his own. They were near the mansion, but Gambit had never been in this area before. After walking for a few minutes they came to a clearing that rested right at the edge of a minor cliff. The view was astounding. The school, stores, mall, everything, even the park, was within view.
Rogue pulled away from him and sat on the edge, dangling her feet above the city. "This is mah favorite place in the whole world." She told him matter- of-factly. Somehow the words didn't seem corny coming from her. "Ah come up here a lot. When Ah'm stressed, or need Ah need ta think. Or after Ah've absorbed someone. . ." Her voice trailed off, and Remy moved to sit by her.
"It's beautiful chere." He whispered, looking at her instead of the view.
She blushed, and for a minute they stared at each other. Suddenly her eyes lit up mischievously. "Remy, Ah have a confession ta make." Her voice was serious, and he smiled inwardly at the use of his name. "Ah only liked ya cause ya were a challenge, ya know, ta see if Ah could charm the Cajun charmer."
"Oh really?" He didn't even pretend to believe her and she laughed out loud.
"But he charmed me instead." She finished, letting herself lean against him, careful not to let her skin touch his. "Ah guess Ah did get the Prince Charmin' instead o' the Knight in Shining Armor yesterday."
"Dat so?" He didn't stop himself from smiling this time. "Well ya know de rules chere. We get ta live happily ever after now."
"Fine by me." She sighed, and smiled contentedly as he kissed the top of head. "Fine by me." She repeated, allowing herself to pretend, if only for a moment, she was an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. But as they sat there in silence, she realized she didn't need to pretend. She was happy as it was. *Who woulda thought?* She asked herself wryly, basking in the morning sun with the one person who had made that complete happiness possible.
"This still doesn't mean I like yah." She cautioned, shifting comfortably in his arms.
"Course not chere."
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The couple made it back to school just before fourth period. Rogue was smiling so much in her health class, that the teacher asked her three times if she was okay. She couldn't explain it. She hadn't felt this way even once in her entire life. And now, the person who affected her like this, was not only a French-speaking player, but one of the Acolytes. He was a bad guy! *You were a bad girl.* Her inner voice reminded her. *You changed.* That was true. She had changed. But something told her that Remy wouldn't be so quick to swap sides. He liked living dangerously. And part of her, albeit a small part, wouldn't have it any other way. Had he been any different, he probably wouldn't have inspired all these new emotions in her. Trying in vain to wipe the smile of her face, she did her best to pay attention to the lecture. Yeah. Right.
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Gambit couldn't keep a grin off his face as he revved his motorbike. After dropping off Rogue at school he had decided to miss the rest of the day. It wasn't like Magneto would care. He was surprised at how at ease he felt about his budding relationship with Rogue. Being with her meant the end of his playboy, charmer, player days, but oddly enough it didn't bother him. He actually felt like he got the better end of the bargain. He shook his head in mock shame. Who would've thought. . . The flirt falling for the untouchable. Maybe they really were living in a fairy tale. Whether they were or not, all he really wanted to do was live happily ever after. . . With Rogue. Life sure was ironic.
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Pietro Maximoff tried to look anywhere but at the back of the brown-haired freshman's head. He wasn't like Lance. He didn't fall for girls from the wrong team, and he most certainly did NOT fall for girls like Kitty Pryde. He didn't even like her! Much less *like* like her. He smirked to himself as he thought of their impending lunch 'competition'. He just liked fighting with her. Which was the perfect relationship for enemies.
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Kitty Pryde tried not to look to obvious as she scribbled randomly across her notebook. Mrs. Richards hated it when people zoned out on her lectures. A faint blush came to her cheeks as she thought of earlier that morning. What had she been thinking? He was a bad guy! *So was Lance.* A small voice whispered. She ignored it. No, she did not even remotely like Pietro Maximoff. It was like he had said that morning. She just liked proving him wrong. Smiling inwardly, she flipped back a stray strand of hair. That was why she was looking forward to lunch. The thought of proving him wrong was what filled her stomach with butterflies, nothing else.
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THE END! Whew, sorry again for the long wait. I *hope* it was worth it. ;o) Chapter 1 of the sequel will be up soon, so don't forget, it's called "The Silent Assasin." Please feel free to review! I only need like 4 more to break a hundred!!!;o) I love you all! C ya soon!!!!
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Kitty sighed and let her History book hit the table with a bang. Scott and Jean had to be at school early for some project, and instead of taking the bus like Evan, Kurt, and Rogue, she had decided to go early to and do some homework. But now it was all done and she was bored. Actually there was plenty for her to *think * about but she didn't want to go there. For example, she was trying very hard to avoid thinking about Pietro, kissing Pietro, and Pietro acting like nothing had happened once they were rescued. She didn't want to think about that at all. He hadn't even said good-bye or anything when their rescuers lifted off the rubble around them. Just got up and muttered something that sounded like, "It's about time," as he disappeared in a flash of silver. *It's about time.* She thought angrily. *And just what did he mean by that?* No matter how hard she tried her thoughts kept going back to yesterday. Well, if she couldn't get the day before out of her head, than at least she didn't have to think about his kisses or the way they had made her feel. It had seemed so. . . right. She slapped her hand to her forehead, annoyed. So much for not thinking about it.
"Aren't you at school a little early, Kitty-cat?" The voice from behind sent chills down her spine and angered her simultaneously.
"Back at ya." She turned, her voice louder than she had intended.
"Yeah, well, Mystique was in a fit this morning. Fred slipped and mentioned the party, so we all got out of there as fast as we could." Pietro slid in across from her.
"Smart move." She commented dryly. Her eyes widened imperceptibly. Was she really having a normal conversation with Pietro Maximoff? Mentally she kicked herself. It didn't matter. She was angry with him. Very very angry. But before she could voice her anger he broke the silence.
"Yesterday, was--" She interrupted him.
"There's a name for it, I'm not sure what, but when two people are in a stressful situation they tend to *think* they have, uh, feelings for each other, and uh." She had this all worked out in her head, but it was becoming harder and harder to remember while meeting his gaze.
"Are you sure you're not just trying to cover up what a terrible kisser you are?" He broke in, gazing at her intently with no trace of his usual smirk.
Her mouth dropped open. "I am a-a great kisser!" She stammered, face red.
"I was in a better position to tell than you yesterday." He reminded her, his usual smirk back in place. Noticing the look on her face he continued before she caused him serious bodily harm. "You could always prove me wrong." He held his breath, still smirking.
Her eyes widened as she realized what he was hinting at. Then, with a smirk parallel to his own, she grabbed the front of his shirt and leaned forward. "Just because I love to prove you wrong."
"It might take more than one." He warned her, before leaning to meet her.
Her eyes danced. "Whatever it takes."
He almost laughed out loud, but refrained so he could use his mouth for other purposes. Don't think, just do, had been his mantra for years. But he hadn't been a to do anything but think, after he left Kitty at the collapsed building. He had spent hours analyzing what she had said, and what he had done, and the way they had kissed. But it was no use. It had happened and he had liked it, and so had she, apparently. That was all the explanation he needed right now. Later he would worry about what Mystique, the brotherhood, the X-men, or even his father, had to say. It wasn't like he *liked* liked her, he just liked kissing her. Right?
Kitty couldn't seem to keep her thoughts together. One part of her hated Pietro Maximoff with every fiber of her being. The other, well, the other half didn't want to think about anything but the task at hand. She couldn't be falling for the 'flirting-master' himself, could she? No. That was totally not possible. So than what was it? *He's just a good kisser.* She comforted herself. *And I must be REALLY starved for excitement.*
When they finally stopped, both were breathless. "Not bad." Pietro managed, running a hand through his hair.
Kitty didn't say anything, but her smile grew wider. Suddenly Pietro caught on, and grinned. "You're supposed to return a compliment with a compliment, you know." He quoted her, his voice filled with mock indignation.
"I would if there was something to compliment on." She returned, tossing her hair.
"There's always my body Pryde. I already know you think I'm a hottie."
She rolled her eyes. "We've been over that already. But even if it were true, which it ISN'T." She reassured him. "It's like, totally worthless if you can't kiss."
"I think this calls for a rematch."
She raised an eyebrow. "A kissing rematch?"
He nodded and she grinned. "I can take you."
"Bring it on, Pryde." He leaned forward, but before their lips could meet they heard the voices of Scott and Jean entering the cafeteria. Both teens jerked away from each other.
"This isn't over, valley girl." Pietro warned, rising from the table.
"Oooh, I'm like so scared, loser." She pretended to quiver in fear.
"I'll meet you after lunch." He was gone before she could respond. Against her will, a smile spread across her face. Yup, she and Pietro hated each other. They couldn't be in the same room and not fight. She sighed contentedly. Her life was perfect.
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When Remy pulled into the school parking lot and headed for his regular space he was genuinely shocked by what was waiting for him.
"You are a bad influence on me, Swamp Rat." The green-eyed beauty informed him, hands on her hips.
"I take it dis means we're not goin' ta school today, chere?" His heart was pounding, but he had given up trying to rationalize what his body did around Rogue.
"Just drive." She ordered, sliding in behind him. "Ah want ta show you something."
He obeyed, leaving the parking lot behind in a cloud of dust. After about ten minutes of following Rogue's directions, she told him he could stop.
"We need ta walk from here." She informed him, sliding off the bike and heading towards the woods. She paused before entering the trees and held out her hand, blushing slightly when he took it in his own. They were near the mansion, but Gambit had never been in this area before. After walking for a few minutes they came to a clearing that rested right at the edge of a minor cliff. The view was astounding. The school, stores, mall, everything, even the park, was within view.
Rogue pulled away from him and sat on the edge, dangling her feet above the city. "This is mah favorite place in the whole world." She told him matter- of-factly. Somehow the words didn't seem corny coming from her. "Ah come up here a lot. When Ah'm stressed, or need Ah need ta think. Or after Ah've absorbed someone. . ." Her voice trailed off, and Remy moved to sit by her.
"It's beautiful chere." He whispered, looking at her instead of the view.
She blushed, and for a minute they stared at each other. Suddenly her eyes lit up mischievously. "Remy, Ah have a confession ta make." Her voice was serious, and he smiled inwardly at the use of his name. "Ah only liked ya cause ya were a challenge, ya know, ta see if Ah could charm the Cajun charmer."
"Oh really?" He didn't even pretend to believe her and she laughed out loud.
"But he charmed me instead." She finished, letting herself lean against him, careful not to let her skin touch his. "Ah guess Ah did get the Prince Charmin' instead o' the Knight in Shining Armor yesterday."
"Dat so?" He didn't stop himself from smiling this time. "Well ya know de rules chere. We get ta live happily ever after now."
"Fine by me." She sighed, and smiled contentedly as he kissed the top of head. "Fine by me." She repeated, allowing herself to pretend, if only for a moment, she was an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. But as they sat there in silence, she realized she didn't need to pretend. She was happy as it was. *Who woulda thought?* She asked herself wryly, basking in the morning sun with the one person who had made that complete happiness possible.
"This still doesn't mean I like yah." She cautioned, shifting comfortably in his arms.
"Course not chere."
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The couple made it back to school just before fourth period. Rogue was smiling so much in her health class, that the teacher asked her three times if she was okay. She couldn't explain it. She hadn't felt this way even once in her entire life. And now, the person who affected her like this, was not only a French-speaking player, but one of the Acolytes. He was a bad guy! *You were a bad girl.* Her inner voice reminded her. *You changed.* That was true. She had changed. But something told her that Remy wouldn't be so quick to swap sides. He liked living dangerously. And part of her, albeit a small part, wouldn't have it any other way. Had he been any different, he probably wouldn't have inspired all these new emotions in her. Trying in vain to wipe the smile of her face, she did her best to pay attention to the lecture. Yeah. Right.
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Gambit couldn't keep a grin off his face as he revved his motorbike. After dropping off Rogue at school he had decided to miss the rest of the day. It wasn't like Magneto would care. He was surprised at how at ease he felt about his budding relationship with Rogue. Being with her meant the end of his playboy, charmer, player days, but oddly enough it didn't bother him. He actually felt like he got the better end of the bargain. He shook his head in mock shame. Who would've thought. . . The flirt falling for the untouchable. Maybe they really were living in a fairy tale. Whether they were or not, all he really wanted to do was live happily ever after. . . With Rogue. Life sure was ironic.
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Pietro Maximoff tried to look anywhere but at the back of the brown-haired freshman's head. He wasn't like Lance. He didn't fall for girls from the wrong team, and he most certainly did NOT fall for girls like Kitty Pryde. He didn't even like her! Much less *like* like her. He smirked to himself as he thought of their impending lunch 'competition'. He just liked fighting with her. Which was the perfect relationship for enemies.
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Kitty Pryde tried not to look to obvious as she scribbled randomly across her notebook. Mrs. Richards hated it when people zoned out on her lectures. A faint blush came to her cheeks as she thought of earlier that morning. What had she been thinking? He was a bad guy! *So was Lance.* A small voice whispered. She ignored it. No, she did not even remotely like Pietro Maximoff. It was like he had said that morning. She just liked proving him wrong. Smiling inwardly, she flipped back a stray strand of hair. That was why she was looking forward to lunch. The thought of proving him wrong was what filled her stomach with butterflies, nothing else.
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THE END! Whew, sorry again for the long wait. I *hope* it was worth it. ;o) Chapter 1 of the sequel will be up soon, so don't forget, it's called "The Silent Assasin." Please feel free to review! I only need like 4 more to break a hundred!!!;o) I love you all! C ya soon!!!!
