Oh wow, I'm actually having more fun writing this than Sixteen Years (and I have a feeling it's getting a little bit more attention… I'm afraid Sixteen Years doesn't get as fluffy as you wanted it, so you're jumping on this one for your daily dosage. And that's fine with me!). And I'm so mad! There never, never was supposed to be a full plot twist and everything, I wanted to write full fluff and no villains… Well, at least I got rid of the X-Men responsabilities, but hell, I killed Jean-Luc and Henri LeBeau! Damn. Now I have to write the whole story! Enfer et damnation. Well. I don't really have the choice now do I? I have to finish this, now, until I find a way for Remy and Antoine to at least stop killing each other.

Neurotic Temptress : Well, the mighty magnetic power of plot caught me, and I had to have something go wrong in all this bliss. Nothing is ever easy with me, and I had to find a way to introduce some Remy anger, which is always a good mix with love at first sight. So I killed. Sorry!

Panther Nesmith : Yeah, I wondered why Henri had to die all the time. But like I said to Neurotic Temptress, it was a (radical) way of making Remy's life miserable for a time, for the sake of plot (I have to get rid of this plot addiction of mine).

ishandahalf : I GOT AN AWARD! AN ISHANDAHALF AWARD! Wow! *wipes a tear* Now, I'm putting that in my summary, like an oscar winning on a DVD case. Ooooooh, I'm so happy you liked the part in chapter II! After, you're the one who gave me the idea of writing this! I have to say I was rather breathless myself when I finaly posted it, and that I have the intention of making them do that again… Will I have to change the rating? Well maybe not, but… Hey, pure fluff! Promised! I have to get rid of the wicked plot (grrr, why do I always do that?) that came in the story by itself first. Oh, and I make you squeal with delight? *blushes* Oh, I feel so important now!

x0MzJeNNa0x : Oh, you're welcome for the fluff! I wrote it for myself as well, I was getting quite depressed with Sixteen Years (which isn't turning as well as I wished, alas), so I had to write some hot fluff a bit. More to come! Fluff is a need for me as well, and there doesn't seem to be a lot on FF.N these days!

KatLeBeau : Well, the strong plot and everything weren't supposed to be, but it seems I can't write a story without putting my characters in every kind of difficulties… As for the passionate kiss, well *blush* I needed to write something like this a lot. More to come! As for the after effects, I take they are greatly attributable to alcohol, but hey, who knows what a kiss with Remy can lead to… *sigh*

Enjoy!

Chapitre quatre

He felt dizzy, and his vision was grey around the edges. He shook his head as she pushed him away, and he gathered breath with difficulty, gasping.

"Who are you?" he whispered, his head turning.

"Ah have to go" she just answered. His heart stopped for a second, but he nodded and took a step back, swallowing hard. He didn't want to stop, he wanted to taste those sweet full lips again, and feel her hands in his hair and on his chest. Everything in him told him to grab her arms and keep her near, but he drew back his hands from her hot body and let his arms drop to his sides. She walked away and he leaned on the wall, his lips streching in a dreamy smile.

He had kissed many women, and not one had gave him what he just had with that girl. He watched her walk away from him, and panic slowly seeped in him. Would he see her again? What did that kiss mean? And why the hell did he jumped on that woman like a cat on a mouse?

He wanted to walk to her, pick her in his arms, and kiss her again like they had done moments ago, like they where alone in the world. He stared at her back, willing her to turn around, to look at him. And she did.

"You little rogue" he whispered, catching a last sight of her as she pushed the door open. He smiled. He would see her again.

~~

He knew something was wrong the moment he entered the mansion, and heard numerous loud voices coming from the living room the other side of the hall. Someone was waiting for him, thought, and he recognized Mercy sitting in the stairs, her body rolled in a ball and her forehead leaning on her knees. She raised it when she heard the door close, and he ran to her when he saw her red eyes and wet cheeks. He crouched in front of her and put a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her.

"Mercy, what's wrong?" She stared at him for a moment, and her face broke when she tried to speak.

"Hen… Henri's dead. T…They k..killed him" she stammered before breaking into uncontrolable sobs. Remy sat abruptly on his feet, his knees hitting the floor hard.

"What?"

"De Assassins came in de middle o'de meetin'." Remy jerked his head up to look at the newcomer, and recognized one of his father's associates, Pierre. "Five o'dem were killed, de others managed to escape." Remy rose to his feet, feeling his head turning for the second time in the evening. Though this time, he wished it really was a dream.

"Where's m'father?" Pierre didn't blink, his face carefuly blank, but sadness flickered in his eyes, and Remy's heart skipped a beat. "Non…"

~~

"Who's Remy?" Raven asked.

"Remy LeBeau is the second son of Jean-Luc, and now, surely the new leader of the Thieves Guild" another man spoke. "I can't help but thinking he's young for it, though…"

"Remy's been through a lot" a woman said on the other side of the table. "The poor kid was old before he was only ten."

Discussion ensued, the matter being the Remy guy both girls didn't know. Raven whispered in Jade's ear.

"All of this is very sad, but we don't know the guy and I'm bored… Let's go outside." Jade nodded.

The streets were calmer than usual, most people having obviously decided to stay inside despite the sunny day, and Jade became worried. She remembered what the waiter had told them the first night they had arrived. 'The Guilds rule the streets here.' And the Guilds were in a war right now. Suddently, the calm streets and empty cafés made sense. "Raven, Ah think we should get back to the b&b… The Guilds maybe all around the place, and Ah don't wanna be part of it."

"Don't be ridiculous, Jade! They won't shoot at each other in the middle of the street!" Jade sighed, and followed her friend. "Come on, Jade! We haven't been in that part of the city."

Jade frowned. "That's probably because it ain't a touristic part. It looks like a mini swamp-Brooklyn. Let's go back."

"No! Look over there! A restaurant!"

She wouldn't eat the food here for anything in the world. She didn't even know what they were doing here, and she didn't like the curious glances they were getting by the men sitting in the place. It was filthy and smelled like humidity, and Jade tugged at Raven sleeve. "Rav, let's get out of here."

"Good idea."

"I don' think so, les filles." They turned to meet a tall man in late twenties, with dirty brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He looked quite angry with them, though Jade wasn't sure why. "How did'y get here?"

"We walked." Raven was flushing, and Jade guessed that she was on her way in getting them into trouble.

"We know y'walked. We followed'y" said another man. A strong feeling of uneasiness made it's way in Jade's stomach. Where the hell were they?

"And y'live in de Thieves' bed'n breakfast, don'ya?" The uneasiness switched into fear as she realized they were in the middle of a group of Assassins. Assassins who thought they were on the Thieves' side, of course.

"We didn't know it belonged to the Thieves" she said, hoping they would believe her. The door was so close…

"I don' think I b'lieve you, les filles" the brown man said. "I'm afraid we'll…"

"Run, Raven!" She grabbed Raven's arm and turned, pushing the door. They heard exclamations behind them, and she swallowed her tears when she heard the sound of steps behind them. Raven's grip was tight on her hand, and she puffed as hard as her. Jade felt her knees water with effort as she tried to get out of whatever territory they had got on, but she knew the Assassins weren't far behind, and she could hear their shouts.

"Là! Je les vois!"*

She didn't have time to realize what was happening. A gun shot ran through her ears, and Raven's hand slacken as she fell face first on the pavement with an exclamation of pain. "Raven!" Jade yelled, watching her friend with disbelief. A look at the end of the alley way showed her a mob of tourist, and she sobbed and began to ran again. There, she would find help.

~~

The gun shot surprised him and he looked up at the mob around him, eyes narrowed. Were the Assassins somewhere near? On the Thieves' territory? He and ten other Thieves were on the public place, and his curiosity won. He headed for a nearby backstreet, and something collided hard with him, knocking him down on his back on the sidewalk, a shaking hysteric woman in his arms. Pierre and the other Thieves were around him in a second, and he sat up, taking the woman by the arms and gently shaking her. She lifted her head and looked at him with watering green eyes.

There was a split second moment where he was sure all air was sucked away from his lungs, and her own eyes grew huge with recognition. Then they heard shouts coming from the end of the street, and his face hardened. Assassins.

"Please…" the woman said, her head falling forward to lean on his chest. "Help me." He stood up and pushed the woman in Pierre's arm, and stared at the brown haired man standing a dozen feet in front of him.

"What are y'doin' here, Julien?"

Theeeeeeere you go! Reunited again!

To be continued!

*There! I can see them!