~the Belladonna/Remy wedding thing was a 'past' vision, it isn't a
prediction of the future
~ Corrections for the confused.
*"Gotchya." She slowly turned to me the gun-totting man, her fiery eyes matching that, of . . . Jean Luc LeBeau's.*
* She couldn't help but remember the first time she met the man, but thoughts like that always brought her back to Remy . . . and his smile.*
and sorry in case of the confusion, when Aimée looked at Jean Luc for the first time it was dark, she put her glasses back on after they flashed the light. He has not seen her eyes.
~did u know that I had 9 reviews for this 4 chapter, unfinished story, and only 11 for my 2 weeks finished 9 chapter fic, Reborn? Good job with the reviews guys! (
~ pieces in are in French.
~oh yeah and I know NOTHING about football, so forgive me, please (
~ Fauve= Aimée, Aimée=Fauve
La Fille
Part 5.
Love, Lust and Fauve
"Holy Shit!" Jean Luc hopped back, his eyes glued to Aimée's. "Henri, regarde ses yeux!!" *He yelled trying to hold the gun steady.
"Qu'est-ce que tu crois que je regarde? Jésus, penses-tu qu'elle a quelque chose à voir avec ce qui s'est passé? " **
" Comment veux-tu que je le saches? Elle est entrée ici par effraction, elle pourrait être un espion pour les Assassins, peut-être même un Assassin elle-même. " ***
" Qu'elle soit un Assassin ne serait pas si grave, de toute façon elle posait des questions sur Belladonna tout à l'heure... C'est la fille du bar, celle qui a une photo de Remy." ****
" Dans ce cas je ne la tuerai pas, je veux avoir le plus d'information possible sur Remy et ce qu'il fait" *****
" Crois-tu qu'elle sache quelque chose? " ****** Aimée took this opportunity to fool the master thief. She swung up her leg, her red heel knocking the gun from Jean Luc's hand. She reached down and sprang back up, the gun firmly pointed between Jean Luc's eyes.
" Moi, je ne sais rien, mais je crois que vous, oui " ******* Both the men stared at her in complete awe, partially because she had a gun to the master theif's head and partially because they knew she understood everything they said.
" Où est mon père? " ******** Silence still. Aimée pressed the nozzle firmly into Jean Luc's forehead, " J'ai dit... Où est Remy LeBeau?" *********
~translated
* Henri she has those eyes!! ** What do you think I'm staring at? Jesus do you think she has anything to do with what happened? *** How am I supposed to know, but she broke in here, could just be a spy from the Assassins, or better yet an assassin. **** One of theirs wouldn't be this bad, besides she as asking questions about Belladonna earlier. She's the one from the bar, the one with Remy's picture. ***** Then I won't kill her, I will take any information I can get about Remy and his wherabouts. ****** Do you think she knows anything? ******* I don't know anything, but I have a feeling you two do. ******** Where is my father? ********* I said . . . where is Remy LeBeau?!"
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"Jus' that last day, we aven't 'eard from 'em since" Jean Luc hung his head low, he was seated on the couch across from his granddaughter.
"He just disappeared" She said aloud, it was more like a statement than a question. She was happy to be there, to be with another side of her family, but couldn't help but be upset that she was at another dead end. "Why are ye'h searchin' for 'em now? A'h mean, he left ye'h, twice, an' e'h don' mean te'h condemn me'h one son, but it is curious." "My mother is dying, and it has something to do with him." "Remy would nev'ah kill anyone, chere" "I know but I think its beyond his control, some very bad people are after him. I want to save my mother, and I can't help wanting to save him to . . . I still love him you know"
"Personne ne tueront mon fils." (No one will kill my son) Jean Luc stated, looking solemn. Henri suddenly jumped in. "I t'ink ye'h ought te'h go te'h bed" He said, nodding to Aimée, "Anne 'll take ye'h te'h de guest rooms."
Aimée nodded and left, stepping in to the hall to find the girl. "Papa ye'h shu't get ye'h self so worked up in dis health" Henri rubbed his aging fathers arm and kissed his forehead. "I know, I'm jus' tre worried, I fear de worst Henri . . . goodnight" The withered thief rose and walked out of the room, leaving Henri to collapse on to couch.
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"Comment tapples tu?" (What's your name?) the teen girl asked. Her sun honey colored hair much lighter than that of Aimée's.
"Fauve" "I'm Anne, I'm 14 . . . guess ye'h met mon pere, my mother is already asleep." She smiled at Aimée, a cousin she had waited so anxiously for, the only other family member near her age being her smaller sister. "Why aren't you?" Aimée asked, liking the preteen. "Well she's pregnant, besides its not dat late." "Oh" They moved down the hall slowly, Aimée took in the many portraits decorating the high walls. "Dis be ye'h room, if ye'h need any' ting jus' ask me'h." "Merci" Aimée turned to enter the room, but stopped, noticing Anne staying put in the hall. "I'm, I'm sorry 'bout ye'h dad, I miss em too" She muttered and walked down the hall in a fluster, obviously biting back tears. Aimée reached for her, but she was already gone.
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Aaron pulled off his socks and hopped into bed. His roommate's snoring paused for a moment but then went back onto full blast. He sighed loudly and put on his headphones, not noticing someone had switched his Pearl Jam CD with Selena.
~*Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you*~
Aimée was standing in the middle of a room; no it wasn't a room, to big to be a room, besides there were no walls, no ceilings, just a rainbow of colors and lights. A dull haze enveloped the area, a mist clouding her vision and her senses. It smelled sweet there, like candles and fruit, and in the distance Aimée could hear a tinkling female voice. "Hello?" she called aloud, glancing around; she wondered where she was exactly.
~*And I wish on a star, that somewhere you are
thinking of me too*~
"Hello?" He yelled back, Aaron was sure that wasn't just an echo of his own voice. He sneezed, the weird scent messing with his allergies (yes ladies, cute boys do sneeze!). He wished the singing woman in the back round would shut up, so he could listen for the voice again. Aaron stumbled forward through the clouds and fog. "Hello?" he called again.
~*Because I'm dreaming of you tonight,*~
Aimée walked through the fog, her eyes growing sleepy as she trudged on. Then she saw it, or rather him. A tall blonde boy, stumbling around much like herself. She walked towards him, reached out and latched a hand on his shoulder. A feeling inside her building, "Hey" she said a tad breathlessly.
~*till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight*~
Aaron turned, facing her, facing the girl he dreamt about every night. This time however, was different, she was actually there. He smiled down at her, honey eyes tinkling in the sparkling lights.
~*And theirs nowhere in the world I'd rather be*~
She couldn't control it any longer. Aimée reached up and locked her arms around his neck; her legs swung up and latched themselves around his hips. She kissed him, and Aaron kissed back, his passion exploding, as he finally tasted the forbidden fruit. To bad it was only a dream.
~*then here in my room, dreaming about
you and me*~
Aimée shot up from bed in a sweat, she popped open her Discman and threw the Selena CD across the room. She laid back down, feeling her body tingle with excitement. "Well" she said aloud "That's what you get for borrowing music from a 14 yr old."
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"Mornin' " Aimée woke to the familiar smell of bacon, and a pregnant blonde woman cooking atop of a stove. "Ye'h must be Remy's girl, now aren't you pretty!" Aimée smiled and gave a light chuckle in response; she was definitely going to like this woman. "I'm Mercy."
"Fauve" She reached out and shook the woman's hand "Need a hand?"
"Oui." Aimée got out the plates and set the table, feeling oddly like she was in the X-mansion. She laughed in her head thinking about breakfast there. Dupe multiplying himself so he could have as many helpings to pancakes and pop tarts as he wanted, Logan entertaining Jake by slicing his waffles with his claws, someone receiving one of Jean's world famous massages. Aimée sighed, and noticed a commotion in the hall. She looked out, glancing around for the commotion. Several boys were outside playing football.
"Le football du American, I would play, but" She pointed to her stomach and smiled, nudging Aimée to the door, "Breakfast will be another half an hour. Dere be sweats in Anne's room, she's almost ye'h height" Aimée smiled devilishly and cocked an eyebrow before running up the steps to Anne's bedroom.
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"Mrs. Summers"
"Try again"
"Ms. Grey"
"Again"
"Mz. Grey?"
"Aaron I think you know me well enough to call me Jean." Jean turned from her desk in the lab and took off her glasses. "What's the matter?" Apollo walked slowly to her desk and sat down in a chair next to it.
"My dreams, Ms. Grey I mean, Jean, I have a problem."
"Jeans are an expulsion of the minds deepest thoughts, fears, and desires."
"I keep dreaming about this girl."
"What happens with the girl?"
"Well nothing usually, usually I just kind of stand in the background, but last night no one else was around. It was just her and I, and we kissed."
"Do you have feelings for her?"
"Yes, I mean no. No of course not, I'm with. . . O'Rya."
"Aaron, I'm going to ask you again, do you have feelings for her?"
"Yes" "Good le-"
"I mean I'm sick of it! I'm so sick of O'Rya's bull, I'm so sick of popular girls, sick of being this guy. The good guy, and this girl when I see her, she makes me feel alive and I just cant control myself. I constantly feel guilty when I'm with O'Rya, because I know I'm dreaming of someone else, someone I can't have."
"Aaron."
"Don't bother, I know what your going to say" He cast his eyes down on the ground, getting up to leave. Jean stopped him, she stood in front of him, both hands firmly clasped to his shoulders.
"No, No you don't" Apollo looked up hopefully into her deep green eyes "Aaron, if I were you I wouldn't fight it, I would fight for it, fight for her. Your in love, kiddo, now you just have to go bring it home."
Aaron smiled at his teacher, his mentor, his friend and hurried out the door, flashing his pearly whites as he left.
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"Rouge vingt-deux, Rouge vingt-deux, hausse!" Aimée ran for the running back, he did not expect such force from a girl. She leapt on him and nailed him to the ground, causing a fumble for his team. She laughed as he lay in pain.
"Well, ye'h sure do pack a punch" A handsome dark haired boy stood over her, lending his tackled friend a hand. She smiled up at him, taking in his rugged features. He turned and snickered to his friend "pour une fille." (for a girl). Aimée growled, and she was on the boy in to seconds. She had him pinned to the ground, her panting body startling his sweaty one. He stared up into her eyes mesmerized by her beauty, and slightly frightened of her eyes. "Cool contacts" He said smoothly, a thick Cajun accent rippling his husky voice.
"Merci Beaucoup" He smiled broad at her. His hair was longish and a very dark brown, nearly black, his eyes a deep and mysterious shade of black. A very deep violet, if you looked close. His bangs hung in his attractive face. He had nice lips and a crooked nose to give him character. Just a slight bit of fuzz on the end of his chin, and in the mustache area.
"Didier" he reached out and accepted her hand as she helped him into a standing position.
"Fauve"
"Do you stay true to your name?" (Fauve means wild & uninhibited en français)
"Sometimes"
"Then we should have a lot of fun"
Aimée smiled seductively at the boy, deciding it best to keep him guessing. She sauntered back to the mansion; ball tucked under her arm, and turned over her shoulder for one last comment.
"Believe me, we will"
~meeow!
-Foo
*"Gotchya." She slowly turned to me the gun-totting man, her fiery eyes matching that, of . . . Jean Luc LeBeau's.*
* She couldn't help but remember the first time she met the man, but thoughts like that always brought her back to Remy . . . and his smile.*
and sorry in case of the confusion, when Aimée looked at Jean Luc for the first time it was dark, she put her glasses back on after they flashed the light. He has not seen her eyes.
~did u know that I had 9 reviews for this 4 chapter, unfinished story, and only 11 for my 2 weeks finished 9 chapter fic, Reborn? Good job with the reviews guys! (
~ pieces in are in French.
~oh yeah and I know NOTHING about football, so forgive me, please (
~ Fauve= Aimée, Aimée=Fauve
La Fille
Part 5.
Love, Lust and Fauve
"Holy Shit!" Jean Luc hopped back, his eyes glued to Aimée's. "Henri, regarde ses yeux!!" *He yelled trying to hold the gun steady.
"Qu'est-ce que tu crois que je regarde? Jésus, penses-tu qu'elle a quelque chose à voir avec ce qui s'est passé? " **
" Comment veux-tu que je le saches? Elle est entrée ici par effraction, elle pourrait être un espion pour les Assassins, peut-être même un Assassin elle-même. " ***
" Qu'elle soit un Assassin ne serait pas si grave, de toute façon elle posait des questions sur Belladonna tout à l'heure... C'est la fille du bar, celle qui a une photo de Remy." ****
" Dans ce cas je ne la tuerai pas, je veux avoir le plus d'information possible sur Remy et ce qu'il fait" *****
" Crois-tu qu'elle sache quelque chose? " ****** Aimée took this opportunity to fool the master thief. She swung up her leg, her red heel knocking the gun from Jean Luc's hand. She reached down and sprang back up, the gun firmly pointed between Jean Luc's eyes.
" Moi, je ne sais rien, mais je crois que vous, oui " ******* Both the men stared at her in complete awe, partially because she had a gun to the master theif's head and partially because they knew she understood everything they said.
" Où est mon père? " ******** Silence still. Aimée pressed the nozzle firmly into Jean Luc's forehead, " J'ai dit... Où est Remy LeBeau?" *********
~translated
* Henri she has those eyes!! ** What do you think I'm staring at? Jesus do you think she has anything to do with what happened? *** How am I supposed to know, but she broke in here, could just be a spy from the Assassins, or better yet an assassin. **** One of theirs wouldn't be this bad, besides she as asking questions about Belladonna earlier. She's the one from the bar, the one with Remy's picture. ***** Then I won't kill her, I will take any information I can get about Remy and his wherabouts. ****** Do you think she knows anything? ******* I don't know anything, but I have a feeling you two do. ******** Where is my father? ********* I said . . . where is Remy LeBeau?!"
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"Jus' that last day, we aven't 'eard from 'em since" Jean Luc hung his head low, he was seated on the couch across from his granddaughter.
"He just disappeared" She said aloud, it was more like a statement than a question. She was happy to be there, to be with another side of her family, but couldn't help but be upset that she was at another dead end. "Why are ye'h searchin' for 'em now? A'h mean, he left ye'h, twice, an' e'h don' mean te'h condemn me'h one son, but it is curious." "My mother is dying, and it has something to do with him." "Remy would nev'ah kill anyone, chere" "I know but I think its beyond his control, some very bad people are after him. I want to save my mother, and I can't help wanting to save him to . . . I still love him you know"
"Personne ne tueront mon fils." (No one will kill my son) Jean Luc stated, looking solemn. Henri suddenly jumped in. "I t'ink ye'h ought te'h go te'h bed" He said, nodding to Aimée, "Anne 'll take ye'h te'h de guest rooms."
Aimée nodded and left, stepping in to the hall to find the girl. "Papa ye'h shu't get ye'h self so worked up in dis health" Henri rubbed his aging fathers arm and kissed his forehead. "I know, I'm jus' tre worried, I fear de worst Henri . . . goodnight" The withered thief rose and walked out of the room, leaving Henri to collapse on to couch.
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"Comment tapples tu?" (What's your name?) the teen girl asked. Her sun honey colored hair much lighter than that of Aimée's.
"Fauve" "I'm Anne, I'm 14 . . . guess ye'h met mon pere, my mother is already asleep." She smiled at Aimée, a cousin she had waited so anxiously for, the only other family member near her age being her smaller sister. "Why aren't you?" Aimée asked, liking the preteen. "Well she's pregnant, besides its not dat late." "Oh" They moved down the hall slowly, Aimée took in the many portraits decorating the high walls. "Dis be ye'h room, if ye'h need any' ting jus' ask me'h." "Merci" Aimée turned to enter the room, but stopped, noticing Anne staying put in the hall. "I'm, I'm sorry 'bout ye'h dad, I miss em too" She muttered and walked down the hall in a fluster, obviously biting back tears. Aimée reached for her, but she was already gone.
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Aaron pulled off his socks and hopped into bed. His roommate's snoring paused for a moment but then went back onto full blast. He sighed loudly and put on his headphones, not noticing someone had switched his Pearl Jam CD with Selena.
~*Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you*~
Aimée was standing in the middle of a room; no it wasn't a room, to big to be a room, besides there were no walls, no ceilings, just a rainbow of colors and lights. A dull haze enveloped the area, a mist clouding her vision and her senses. It smelled sweet there, like candles and fruit, and in the distance Aimée could hear a tinkling female voice. "Hello?" she called aloud, glancing around; she wondered where she was exactly.
~*And I wish on a star, that somewhere you are
thinking of me too*~
"Hello?" He yelled back, Aaron was sure that wasn't just an echo of his own voice. He sneezed, the weird scent messing with his allergies (yes ladies, cute boys do sneeze!). He wished the singing woman in the back round would shut up, so he could listen for the voice again. Aaron stumbled forward through the clouds and fog. "Hello?" he called again.
~*Because I'm dreaming of you tonight,*~
Aimée walked through the fog, her eyes growing sleepy as she trudged on. Then she saw it, or rather him. A tall blonde boy, stumbling around much like herself. She walked towards him, reached out and latched a hand on his shoulder. A feeling inside her building, "Hey" she said a tad breathlessly.
~*till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight*~
Aaron turned, facing her, facing the girl he dreamt about every night. This time however, was different, she was actually there. He smiled down at her, honey eyes tinkling in the sparkling lights.
~*And theirs nowhere in the world I'd rather be*~
She couldn't control it any longer. Aimée reached up and locked her arms around his neck; her legs swung up and latched themselves around his hips. She kissed him, and Aaron kissed back, his passion exploding, as he finally tasted the forbidden fruit. To bad it was only a dream.
~*then here in my room, dreaming about
you and me*~
Aimée shot up from bed in a sweat, she popped open her Discman and threw the Selena CD across the room. She laid back down, feeling her body tingle with excitement. "Well" she said aloud "That's what you get for borrowing music from a 14 yr old."
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"Mornin' " Aimée woke to the familiar smell of bacon, and a pregnant blonde woman cooking atop of a stove. "Ye'h must be Remy's girl, now aren't you pretty!" Aimée smiled and gave a light chuckle in response; she was definitely going to like this woman. "I'm Mercy."
"Fauve" She reached out and shook the woman's hand "Need a hand?"
"Oui." Aimée got out the plates and set the table, feeling oddly like she was in the X-mansion. She laughed in her head thinking about breakfast there. Dupe multiplying himself so he could have as many helpings to pancakes and pop tarts as he wanted, Logan entertaining Jake by slicing his waffles with his claws, someone receiving one of Jean's world famous massages. Aimée sighed, and noticed a commotion in the hall. She looked out, glancing around for the commotion. Several boys were outside playing football.
"Le football du American, I would play, but" She pointed to her stomach and smiled, nudging Aimée to the door, "Breakfast will be another half an hour. Dere be sweats in Anne's room, she's almost ye'h height" Aimée smiled devilishly and cocked an eyebrow before running up the steps to Anne's bedroom.
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"Mrs. Summers"
"Try again"
"Ms. Grey"
"Again"
"Mz. Grey?"
"Aaron I think you know me well enough to call me Jean." Jean turned from her desk in the lab and took off her glasses. "What's the matter?" Apollo walked slowly to her desk and sat down in a chair next to it.
"My dreams, Ms. Grey I mean, Jean, I have a problem."
"Jeans are an expulsion of the minds deepest thoughts, fears, and desires."
"I keep dreaming about this girl."
"What happens with the girl?"
"Well nothing usually, usually I just kind of stand in the background, but last night no one else was around. It was just her and I, and we kissed."
"Do you have feelings for her?"
"Yes, I mean no. No of course not, I'm with. . . O'Rya."
"Aaron, I'm going to ask you again, do you have feelings for her?"
"Yes" "Good le-"
"I mean I'm sick of it! I'm so sick of O'Rya's bull, I'm so sick of popular girls, sick of being this guy. The good guy, and this girl when I see her, she makes me feel alive and I just cant control myself. I constantly feel guilty when I'm with O'Rya, because I know I'm dreaming of someone else, someone I can't have."
"Aaron."
"Don't bother, I know what your going to say" He cast his eyes down on the ground, getting up to leave. Jean stopped him, she stood in front of him, both hands firmly clasped to his shoulders.
"No, No you don't" Apollo looked up hopefully into her deep green eyes "Aaron, if I were you I wouldn't fight it, I would fight for it, fight for her. Your in love, kiddo, now you just have to go bring it home."
Aaron smiled at his teacher, his mentor, his friend and hurried out the door, flashing his pearly whites as he left.
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"Rouge vingt-deux, Rouge vingt-deux, hausse!" Aimée ran for the running back, he did not expect such force from a girl. She leapt on him and nailed him to the ground, causing a fumble for his team. She laughed as he lay in pain.
"Well, ye'h sure do pack a punch" A handsome dark haired boy stood over her, lending his tackled friend a hand. She smiled up at him, taking in his rugged features. He turned and snickered to his friend "pour une fille." (for a girl). Aimée growled, and she was on the boy in to seconds. She had him pinned to the ground, her panting body startling his sweaty one. He stared up into her eyes mesmerized by her beauty, and slightly frightened of her eyes. "Cool contacts" He said smoothly, a thick Cajun accent rippling his husky voice.
"Merci Beaucoup" He smiled broad at her. His hair was longish and a very dark brown, nearly black, his eyes a deep and mysterious shade of black. A very deep violet, if you looked close. His bangs hung in his attractive face. He had nice lips and a crooked nose to give him character. Just a slight bit of fuzz on the end of his chin, and in the mustache area.
"Didier" he reached out and accepted her hand as she helped him into a standing position.
"Fauve"
"Do you stay true to your name?" (Fauve means wild & uninhibited en français)
"Sometimes"
"Then we should have a lot of fun"
Aimée smiled seductively at the boy, deciding it best to keep him guessing. She sauntered back to the mansion; ball tucked under her arm, and turned over her shoulder for one last comment.
"Believe me, we will"
~meeow!
-Foo