Finaly! There it is! I've been promising it for weeks (I think), and many ideas have been wandering in my head. I've tried lots of times to write the first chapters, but it never was satisfying to my eyes, and I kept deleting it. Then I had the idea of something different. AU, you call it? A world where Rogue is normal and can touch people, and have a job in New York, and a (normal, too) best friend called Raven who comes on vacation with her to… New Orleans? Oh my God, could this be a coincidence? LOL!
Enjoy!
Chapitre premier
Well, there they were. Nice vacation indeed. She cast a look around her and sighed, before grimacing as the loud music vrilled into her ear drums. If they didn't get out of this bar, she would turn deaf eternaly.
"Rav!" she yelled in the ear of the girl sitting next to her. The curly brown girl had her eyes closed and her head was gently bopping up and down, following the so-called rhythm that was supposed to be present in the trash her ears were suffering. "RAVEN!" The girl opened wide caramel eyes, and stared at her.
"What's wrong, Jade?" she yelled back.
"This is wrong!" she screamed back, opening her arms and gesturing, including pretty much everything in her gesture. "Let's go somewhere else!" Raven's face showed dissapointment, but Jade glared at her. "Ah want some air!" Raven's features turned to resignation, and she nodded, getting up.
She took a deep intake of air once outside, and tried to forget the buzzing sound in her ear. Damn, she already was deaf, they had gotten out too late.
"I was having fun!" Raven weaned somewhere behind her.
"Ah, come on girl!" Jade whirled on her heels and pointed a finger at her friend. "Yah wanted some nice vacation in New Orleans, and first night we've arrived, where off to the bars! We didn't need to go miles away from home for that, there're plenty in New York!" Raven smiled and cocked her head to the side.
"Well, let's go sight-seeing, then. There must be something opened at 2 in the morning" she said ironicaly. Jade snorted.
"Yah're impossible, Rav. Yankee wanted to get herself a nice southerner, didn't yah? I have cousins yah could meet…"
"Not a southerner, girl." Raven smiled and put a finger to her lips. "I want to get myself a Cajun… such charm! And the accent!"
Jade rolled her eyes to the sky.
"There has to be a café somewhere. Ah need something strong." Raven laughed, and turned around to look at their surroundings. They weren't really far from the Quartier Français, in the middle of tourism season, there had to be something open at this hour. It wasn't that late, after all.
"I think I see one, over there."
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"So yah gals are here for some vacation, hein? When d'yah get here in New Orleans?"
"We got here this morning…"
Jade's attention skid away from Raven's blabbing, and sighed. The guy wasn't Cajun, but she had to say he was good looking, and Raven had probably caught his eye. She always did, anyways. She looked around, her chin resting on her closed fist. It was a nice, cozy café, and many pictures ornated the dark blue walls. The dark wooden tables were small, with no more than two or three places each, and small table-centers held white candles, burning a light relaxing glow. Even the red velvet chairs were comfortable. They were the only customers at this hour, so the waiter had seated with them, and the sound of his and Raven's voice were lolling her into a half-sleep. The voice of the waiter changed suddently, and she opened her eyes.
"Yah really should be careful in tha streets at this hour, gals. Yah're lucky yah still have yah wallets." Raven laughed gently, and put her manicured hand on the waiter's arm.
"We're from New York, darling. We're not scared of mindless street thieves." It was the man's turn to laugh.
"Yah're lucky if yah only meet a half-dead starving child here, maybe yah'll notice if he picks yahr purse. No, I'm talking about tha Thieves."
"What about tha Thieves?" she was slowly waking up, and the waiter turned his head to meet her eyes.
"Tha Guilds rule the streets here. Tha Thieves aren't dangerous, only for yah wallet, like Ah said. They usualy steal big places and rich stuff, not wallets, but they have kids, and kids have to learn somewhere… No, it's tha Assassins yah have to be wary about." Raven looked worried, and frowned.
"Why? What do they do? Run around and shoot everybody?"
"Shoot? No, that's not an honorable way to kill… They usualy attack only their ennemies, and should leave you alone. But if Ah were yah, Ah'd try to stay away from both Guilds. They hate each other, yah know. Old family feud, nobody knows when it began."
Okay so it's short… But come on! You can guess what's going to follow… I promise fluff! Pure fluff and sappy and pointless… Maybe a plot isn't something necessary in a fluffy story, but hell, I had to set it up some way…
