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Chapter II
Pietro lay upon the roof of the Brotherhood house, untouched by sleep and plagued by thoughts of Rogue and his feelings for her. There was just so much to sort through, and the only point that seemed truly definite was that he had strong feelings for her and sending her away had not changed anything. Pietro loved her from the moment that he met her, and from when he laid eyes on her he always wanted her, but more than anything he wanted her happy and he wanted to see her live, and he knew that he could never give her those things quite like the Xavier Institute. She'd been there once before, because Mystique betrayed her and she felt that she couldn't live with the Brotherhood anymore, and Pietro was heartbroken when she left. He'd finally gotten the chance to get his dearest back, but threw it out, because he knew the truth, that she belonged in a place with people who cold help her control her powers, and have the life she never got a chance to live and have the marriage she'd never get the chance to have and the love that she'd been deprived of for as long as she could remember. Pietro realized that she in the end she would never have the chance for happiness that he wanted her to have if she stayed there with him.
/Besides, it's not exactly like she was yours to begin with. She'll always see me as the pain in the ass brother, and never the way I want her too. She'll never see me as anything more than a friend, and even though it means missing out on the life that I want her to have, she can't do that if she's with me, or if she's to busy worrying what might have been instead of being out there living./ Pietro thought this as if trying to convince himself that this was the right thing, even if it didn't feel like it.
/Rogue will recover from this stronger than ever with or without me anyway. She deserves the world and I can't give her that./ Pietro tried his hardest to force himself to believe that this was the only way. He was sure of it, because he knew that if Rogue stayed with him she wouldn't end up alive.
Pietro shivered as a chill ran over him and he pulled his long powerful legs up towards his chest. He exhaled and a cloud of white frosty air escaped into the cold October night. His night's seemed so long without Rogue by his side. He felt the same familiar feeling of despair that he felt the first time that she left for the Xavier institute. He had missed her so much, and without her he had spent countless nights sitting on this very roof; he thought he would never get her back. Then finally he one day, after she suffered a breakdown at the Xavier institute, she returned to him upon knowing that Mystique was her adoptive mother, and that she belonged there with them, in her mother's house. She confessed that she hadn't wanted to leave, but she felt she had no choice. After the breakdown, she decided that she belonged with her friends and family, and as much as she likes
To commemorate her return, the took her on a usual camping trip to the woods, where he whisked her away to a picturesque little lake deep in the privacy of the heart of the woods, where he threw her in. The had joked around there for several hours and then just lied on the bank together, and I decided that she was the one girl that I'd ever loved and the only person who he would feel that way about. He had asked her about her powers and if it was difficult to never know touch. He had only wanted her to open up and give her someone to confide in but instead hurt her and for the first time in a long while, Pietro felt as if she was better off without him. He stood up abruptly and took her petite, gloved hand in his and pulled her up. There, Pietro did what he'd wanted to do since the moment he met her. He wrapped her arms around her and held her, sheltering her from the harsh reality that was her life. He wanted to give her a moment- no matter how brief- where there were no sides or mutants or powers. They where just Rogue and Pietro, and for a fleeting moment he was tempted to tell her everything, that he loved her and never wanted to let go, but instead stepped away and turned his back on her trying to keep all the emotions that where swirling inside him from her view. Rogue asked him what that was for, and he let out a silent sigh that he prayed she didn't hear.
"Because Marie, Everyone deserves compassion." He replied in a hushed voice that sounded foreign to him as he attempted to even out his voice, and keep all signs of emotion free. He pulled on his shirt and knew he had to leave know, before he broke down and let go. He turned mischief hiding his true feelings in his eyes and he hoped that he could fool her. He could everybody about anything but never this. He just hoped that the feelings that were apparent to everyone else where vacant to her.
"Race ya back" he said leaving her in the dust.
He felt remorse as he arrived at the campsite, but shook it off and began to make lunch with the guys, who gave him rye looks, as they questioned his time with Rogue, his dark princess. He began to get worried as the sun went down, and was about to return for her, when she walked into the clearing, promptly called him an ass and went to her tent. The others looked at him and asked what he did to annoy her now, but he didn't answer. All he knew was that he loved her, down to the ornery, fighting spirit that lied deep in her heart.
That night he lay in his sleeping bag nearby Lance, Todd and Fred, who were snoring, and fidgeting while in deep sleep. Pietro Had tried his hardest to forget about what happened but he felt so guilty about making her walk all that way that he had to do something. He had to tell her the truth.
That morning just before the sun rose Pietro sped into her sleeping back and woke her gently. Although she had been leery at first, she followed him out, and he swept her up into his arms.
"Why are we her'?" Rogue asked suspiciously. Last time he carried her off she ended up soaked to the bone.
"You'll see. I just wanted to do something special for my 'Little Sister'", he enlightened her.
Pietro rested there and as she sat there looking out to the black horizon, waiting for the sun to rise, he watched her intently, studying her face, as if trying to memorize her features, when a blast of cool air chilled her to the core.
Without her usual loads of makeup and her amber and white striped hair pulled back in a ponytail, no one at her school would recognize her as the School Goth. She also had on her daily worn gloves, which she almost never took off. Pietro enjoyed seeing her like this, and although he never told her, he thought that she looked beautiful.
Pietro noticed when Rogue shivered and in a flash he went and got a blanket for the two of them. He draped the blanket around the two of them and watched as the sun rose over The Mountains, turning the sky different colors. Pietro, who was fully dressed in a tight sleeveless black shirt and jeans, pushed a stray strand of hair, from her face without touching her skin. Rogue looked up into his eyes, which shone with a bright intensity that bore into her. She couldn't help it she leaned her head on his masculine chest. He instinctively put his arm around her. Everything seemed to wash away, and the nothing seemed to be there except for them.
He had been so tempted to tell her everything; after all it was the reason he brought her there, but as she sat there in his arms, the words seemed to escape him and he was content in just being there with her. They watched the sun rise and Pietro made a vow then and there that Rogue needed more to life than to be with someone who couldn't even tell her how he felt. She deserved to see the world and as much as he loved her, he couldn't ask her to give up her chance to grow and knew that she could never do that with him there. He wasn't even sure that she thought of him as anything more than a big brother. They stood there watching the sunrise, and he never got a chance to tell her the truth.
To this day Pietro regretted and wished that things had been different, and although he never told anyone, he always wanted to take her back to the spot where he made up his mind to let her go, and tell her everything. But he set her free, and she had a chance to live her life the way she should, and should she have a change of heart and return as he only hoped that she one day would, it would be of her own free will, and not because she that he was the only one for her out there.
/You're free, Marie, and I hope your life is a good one/
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I finally updated it. Hope you liked it.
I don't own these characters yet.
Please Review.
\\\Wolverine
Pietro lay upon the roof of the Brotherhood house, untouched by sleep and plagued by thoughts of Rogue and his feelings for her. There was just so much to sort through, and the only point that seemed truly definite was that he had strong feelings for her and sending her away had not changed anything. Pietro loved her from the moment that he met her, and from when he laid eyes on her he always wanted her, but more than anything he wanted her happy and he wanted to see her live, and he knew that he could never give her those things quite like the Xavier Institute. She'd been there once before, because Mystique betrayed her and she felt that she couldn't live with the Brotherhood anymore, and Pietro was heartbroken when she left. He'd finally gotten the chance to get his dearest back, but threw it out, because he knew the truth, that she belonged in a place with people who cold help her control her powers, and have the life she never got a chance to live and have the marriage she'd never get the chance to have and the love that she'd been deprived of for as long as she could remember. Pietro realized that she in the end she would never have the chance for happiness that he wanted her to have if she stayed there with him.
/Besides, it's not exactly like she was yours to begin with. She'll always see me as the pain in the ass brother, and never the way I want her too. She'll never see me as anything more than a friend, and even though it means missing out on the life that I want her to have, she can't do that if she's with me, or if she's to busy worrying what might have been instead of being out there living./ Pietro thought this as if trying to convince himself that this was the right thing, even if it didn't feel like it.
/Rogue will recover from this stronger than ever with or without me anyway. She deserves the world and I can't give her that./ Pietro tried his hardest to force himself to believe that this was the only way. He was sure of it, because he knew that if Rogue stayed with him she wouldn't end up alive.
Pietro shivered as a chill ran over him and he pulled his long powerful legs up towards his chest. He exhaled and a cloud of white frosty air escaped into the cold October night. His night's seemed so long without Rogue by his side. He felt the same familiar feeling of despair that he felt the first time that she left for the Xavier institute. He had missed her so much, and without her he had spent countless nights sitting on this very roof; he thought he would never get her back. Then finally he one day, after she suffered a breakdown at the Xavier institute, she returned to him upon knowing that Mystique was her adoptive mother, and that she belonged there with them, in her mother's house. She confessed that she hadn't wanted to leave, but she felt she had no choice. After the breakdown, she decided that she belonged with her friends and family, and as much as she likes
To commemorate her return, the took her on a usual camping trip to the woods, where he whisked her away to a picturesque little lake deep in the privacy of the heart of the woods, where he threw her in. The had joked around there for several hours and then just lied on the bank together, and I decided that she was the one girl that I'd ever loved and the only person who he would feel that way about. He had asked her about her powers and if it was difficult to never know touch. He had only wanted her to open up and give her someone to confide in but instead hurt her and for the first time in a long while, Pietro felt as if she was better off without him. He stood up abruptly and took her petite, gloved hand in his and pulled her up. There, Pietro did what he'd wanted to do since the moment he met her. He wrapped her arms around her and held her, sheltering her from the harsh reality that was her life. He wanted to give her a moment- no matter how brief- where there were no sides or mutants or powers. They where just Rogue and Pietro, and for a fleeting moment he was tempted to tell her everything, that he loved her and never wanted to let go, but instead stepped away and turned his back on her trying to keep all the emotions that where swirling inside him from her view. Rogue asked him what that was for, and he let out a silent sigh that he prayed she didn't hear.
"Because Marie, Everyone deserves compassion." He replied in a hushed voice that sounded foreign to him as he attempted to even out his voice, and keep all signs of emotion free. He pulled on his shirt and knew he had to leave know, before he broke down and let go. He turned mischief hiding his true feelings in his eyes and he hoped that he could fool her. He could everybody about anything but never this. He just hoped that the feelings that were apparent to everyone else where vacant to her.
"Race ya back" he said leaving her in the dust.
He felt remorse as he arrived at the campsite, but shook it off and began to make lunch with the guys, who gave him rye looks, as they questioned his time with Rogue, his dark princess. He began to get worried as the sun went down, and was about to return for her, when she walked into the clearing, promptly called him an ass and went to her tent. The others looked at him and asked what he did to annoy her now, but he didn't answer. All he knew was that he loved her, down to the ornery, fighting spirit that lied deep in her heart.
That night he lay in his sleeping bag nearby Lance, Todd and Fred, who were snoring, and fidgeting while in deep sleep. Pietro Had tried his hardest to forget about what happened but he felt so guilty about making her walk all that way that he had to do something. He had to tell her the truth.
That morning just before the sun rose Pietro sped into her sleeping back and woke her gently. Although she had been leery at first, she followed him out, and he swept her up into his arms.
"Why are we her'?" Rogue asked suspiciously. Last time he carried her off she ended up soaked to the bone.
"You'll see. I just wanted to do something special for my 'Little Sister'", he enlightened her.
Pietro rested there and as she sat there looking out to the black horizon, waiting for the sun to rise, he watched her intently, studying her face, as if trying to memorize her features, when a blast of cool air chilled her to the core.
Without her usual loads of makeup and her amber and white striped hair pulled back in a ponytail, no one at her school would recognize her as the School Goth. She also had on her daily worn gloves, which she almost never took off. Pietro enjoyed seeing her like this, and although he never told her, he thought that she looked beautiful.
Pietro noticed when Rogue shivered and in a flash he went and got a blanket for the two of them. He draped the blanket around the two of them and watched as the sun rose over The Mountains, turning the sky different colors. Pietro, who was fully dressed in a tight sleeveless black shirt and jeans, pushed a stray strand of hair, from her face without touching her skin. Rogue looked up into his eyes, which shone with a bright intensity that bore into her. She couldn't help it she leaned her head on his masculine chest. He instinctively put his arm around her. Everything seemed to wash away, and the nothing seemed to be there except for them.
He had been so tempted to tell her everything; after all it was the reason he brought her there, but as she sat there in his arms, the words seemed to escape him and he was content in just being there with her. They watched the sun rise and Pietro made a vow then and there that Rogue needed more to life than to be with someone who couldn't even tell her how he felt. She deserved to see the world and as much as he loved her, he couldn't ask her to give up her chance to grow and knew that she could never do that with him there. He wasn't even sure that she thought of him as anything more than a big brother. They stood there watching the sunrise, and he never got a chance to tell her the truth.
To this day Pietro regretted and wished that things had been different, and although he never told anyone, he always wanted to take her back to the spot where he made up his mind to let her go, and tell her everything. But he set her free, and she had a chance to live her life the way she should, and should she have a change of heart and return as he only hoped that she one day would, it would be of her own free will, and not because she that he was the only one for her out there.
/You're free, Marie, and I hope your life is a good one/
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I finally updated it. Hope you liked it.
I don't own these characters yet.
Please Review.
\\\Wolverine
