Suicidal King 9.
Written in France, so beware of fluff.
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Beep beep beep. That was what Remy heard when eh woke up.
"Ah, I see that our intruder has woken up. That's five hours. Salem, your blast is stronger than I ever imagined." The voice of Professor Xavier swam over his head.
"It was his fault! He attacked me!" The girl, he placed he rvoice. It was Basilisk, the girl who knocked him out.
"Remy din't. He din' want y' t' scream. He was only looking f'r his chere." Remy said slowly, his eyes adjusting. From what he could see, he was in a hospital of some kind.
"I see our patient has woken up. Salem?" Professor X cocked an eyebrow at the girl .
"I'm sorry I knocked you out without asking questions first." Salem mumbled, her head down.
"S'okay." Remy started. "Were is Chere though? He wants t' know."
"Chere?"
"Rogue, Salem. It's what he calls her."
"Oh, I see. I'll go get 'er." Salem smiled and walked out of the room, removing her sweatshirt as she went, raising her Tee-shirt up a bit. Accidentally exposing her lower back. Remy gaped. She had a tattoo of a rose with vines extending from the sides, drops of blood from the vines. He didn't know any of Chere's friends had tattoos. And from the look on Professor X's face, he didn't either.
A few minutes later, Rogue entered the room.
"Chere!"
"Swamp rat! Y'are up! Ah'm sorry the newbie gotta ya. Even you don't deserve that."
"No, Remy din'."
"But whay did you go through the window in stead of the front door lahke normal people?"
"He din' wanna cause de whole of de X-Men to run down t' see Remy throwin de rocks at Chere's window."
"Y'are insane, Remy. Ah hope ya know that." Rogue half-smiled at Remy.
"Non. Remy's not insane." He reached up and ruffled Rogue's hair.
"Yes, he is. But ah don' care. Cause Ah love ya anyway." Professor X took this moment to leave.
"Does de chere mean it?"
"Yes, the chere means it. She loves ya, Swamp rat."
"Das good, because he loves her too." With that, he pulled he rclose, into a true kiss. Much better than the others.
"Wait! Remy! What about Belladonna?" She asked, coming up for air.
"Remy don' love her like he loves y'."
"Ahem!" Rogue and Remy pulled apart. It was Logan.
"Chuck sent me to tell you that he has extended an invitation for him to stay until he can find another place to stay. Apparently, he says that he quit the Acolytes."
"What's this?" You quit?" Rogue asked, looking at Remy skeptically.
"Oui. Remy did." Remy smiled.
"Whay?"
"Chere is full of questions today. Jus' cause." Remy placed his hand on Rogue's lips.
"And Stripes?"
"Yes, Logan?"
"We have a Danger Room session in fifteen minutes." Logan then left the room.
"Ah'm sorry, then Remy. Ah've got ta go. An' Rem?"
"Oui, Chere?" He asked, sitting up straighter.
"If ya quit the Acolytes, then whay don't cha join tha X-Men?" Rogue blinked innocently, supporting herself against the doorframe with her arm.
"Because, Remy isn't right for the X-Men. Now go to y're Danger Room, and kick some newbie ass fer Remy. 'Specially Basilisk." He winked.
"You've still got somethin' again'st Salem? She's nice when she isn't with Bri, Riche, Drake or Tabitha, causin' trouble. But put those five in a room with men for an hour and Ah'd have ta kill um all with their own powers. Bye Remy!"
"Bye Chere!" Rogue closed the door behind her.
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Short, yea. I know.
Disclamier: Reality's a bore.
Written in France, so beware of fluff.
~
Beep beep beep. That was what Remy heard when eh woke up.
"Ah, I see that our intruder has woken up. That's five hours. Salem, your blast is stronger than I ever imagined." The voice of Professor Xavier swam over his head.
"It was his fault! He attacked me!" The girl, he placed he rvoice. It was Basilisk, the girl who knocked him out.
"Remy din't. He din' want y' t' scream. He was only looking f'r his chere." Remy said slowly, his eyes adjusting. From what he could see, he was in a hospital of some kind.
"I see our patient has woken up. Salem?" Professor X cocked an eyebrow at the girl .
"I'm sorry I knocked you out without asking questions first." Salem mumbled, her head down.
"S'okay." Remy started. "Were is Chere though? He wants t' know."
"Chere?"
"Rogue, Salem. It's what he calls her."
"Oh, I see. I'll go get 'er." Salem smiled and walked out of the room, removing her sweatshirt as she went, raising her Tee-shirt up a bit. Accidentally exposing her lower back. Remy gaped. She had a tattoo of a rose with vines extending from the sides, drops of blood from the vines. He didn't know any of Chere's friends had tattoos. And from the look on Professor X's face, he didn't either.
A few minutes later, Rogue entered the room.
"Chere!"
"Swamp rat! Y'are up! Ah'm sorry the newbie gotta ya. Even you don't deserve that."
"No, Remy din'."
"But whay did you go through the window in stead of the front door lahke normal people?"
"He din' wanna cause de whole of de X-Men to run down t' see Remy throwin de rocks at Chere's window."
"Y'are insane, Remy. Ah hope ya know that." Rogue half-smiled at Remy.
"Non. Remy's not insane." He reached up and ruffled Rogue's hair.
"Yes, he is. But ah don' care. Cause Ah love ya anyway." Professor X took this moment to leave.
"Does de chere mean it?"
"Yes, the chere means it. She loves ya, Swamp rat."
"Das good, because he loves her too." With that, he pulled he rclose, into a true kiss. Much better than the others.
"Wait! Remy! What about Belladonna?" She asked, coming up for air.
"Remy don' love her like he loves y'."
"Ahem!" Rogue and Remy pulled apart. It was Logan.
"Chuck sent me to tell you that he has extended an invitation for him to stay until he can find another place to stay. Apparently, he says that he quit the Acolytes."
"What's this?" You quit?" Rogue asked, looking at Remy skeptically.
"Oui. Remy did." Remy smiled.
"Whay?"
"Chere is full of questions today. Jus' cause." Remy placed his hand on Rogue's lips.
"And Stripes?"
"Yes, Logan?"
"We have a Danger Room session in fifteen minutes." Logan then left the room.
"Ah'm sorry, then Remy. Ah've got ta go. An' Rem?"
"Oui, Chere?" He asked, sitting up straighter.
"If ya quit the Acolytes, then whay don't cha join tha X-Men?" Rogue blinked innocently, supporting herself against the doorframe with her arm.
"Because, Remy isn't right for the X-Men. Now go to y're Danger Room, and kick some newbie ass fer Remy. 'Specially Basilisk." He winked.
"You've still got somethin' again'st Salem? She's nice when she isn't with Bri, Riche, Drake or Tabitha, causin' trouble. But put those five in a room with men for an hour and Ah'd have ta kill um all with their own powers. Bye Remy!"
"Bye Chere!" Rogue closed the door behind her.
~
Short, yea. I know.
Disclamier: Reality's a bore.