Her skin was white, a creamy white. Actually, it was more like a pale white, a pale, creamy white.

The two white stripes of hair that framed her face were more of a slightly off white color.

Green eyes. She had two green eyes. Her two eyes were so full of emotion. It was like all you had to do was look at her straight in the eyes and you could tell how she was feeling. 

He wanted to reach out and just hug her; to just hold her in his arms.

"Uh, Remy?" Squeaked a voice. Remy's eyes shot open to see that he was hugging Kurt. "I know we're roomies and all.."

"Ah!" He let go of Kurt, sat up and then moved backwards. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I was about to wake you up for your training session when you decided to reach out and hug me." He was smiling because amuse by this. "Is there something you subconsciously want to tell me?" Remy growled at him and narrowed his eyes. Kurt laughed nervously. "Hey man, I was just waking you up to remind you of your training session before school. No reason to bug out on me."

Remy groaned and leaned back on his elbows. "I don't feel like putting up with that overgrown badger."

Kurt shook his head. "Now, was it worth it to skip?" He asked, grinning as he tried to sound like the Professor.

Remy suddenly smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, it was."

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He twirled his bo staff, trying to distract Wolverine while he reached into his pocket and pulled out two cards. He tossed one charged card at the Canadian's feet and the other one at his chest right as Wolverine lifted his arm to slice through Gambit's staff.

Unfortunately for Gambit, Wolverine noticed and jumped back, barely getting hurt by the two small explosions. He then lunged at the Cajun, retracted his metal claws back into his forearms as he punched him, aimed for the face. Gambit blocked the punch with a raising block right as an alarm went off in the danger room.

Gambit smirked. "What's that? It's already time for school? Darn. Guess we'll have to continue this tomorrow."

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Rogue applied the burgundy color lipstick to her top lip after heavily applying the lighter purple color to her bottom lip. After that, she put on mascara, eyeliner and then heavily applied purple eye shadow.

Even after getting changed into layers of clothes, she still felt exposed: naked.

Sighing, she glanced down at Wanda's make up which was spilled all over the table. Rogue picked up the Witch's red eyeliner that she used to make cat eyes with. Even though she stared down at the red eyeliner with a blank expression her mind wasn't on it. Her mind was set on the beholder of the red eyes.

"Dammit Rogue, I'm not callin' you again." Lance yelled, bursting the door open. Rogue dropped the eyeliner and stared at him with shocked eyes. "You all right?"

Rogue managed to nod. Her body felt slightly numb and she felt like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She took a deep breath. "I'm fine, Lancey-Boy." She grabbed her book bag, tossed it over one shoulder and slid her gloved finger under his chin as she walked past him. "You comin'?"

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He had made it through the day. He had gone through every class; all 7 classes, excluding lunch without skipping. Also, he only fell asleep in four. What a record! It was almost time to go home until he was reminded about something simply horrible.

"Don't you have detention?" Kitty asked, leaning against the locker next to his. "Like, all week long?"

"Yep." He answered, shutting his locker closed.

"No homework?" She asked, eyeing him after she noticed he left his book bag in his locker.

He shrugged. "I didn't pay that much attention."

Kitty just laughed, although he was serious. "Have fun. Next time you'll learn it isn't worth it."

"That's what you think. Au revoir, Katherine." He patted her head before walking off.

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He took the empty seat in front of her, and sat sideways in it so he could face her. "Why, it's a fancy meeting you here—Rogue is it?"

Her eyes went wide when she glanced up at him. "Lordy. Your.. eyes.. they're so.."

"Normal?" He asked, wiggling his brows. He had decided to wear his image inducer to school.

"No, so not normal." She mumbled, propping her arm up and resting her chin on her palm. "But they're brown."

He leaned as close as he could with her desk digging into his stomach. "Would you prefer blue?" He asked in a husky voice.

Smirking, she leaned in enough where her face was just centimeters away from his. "No, actually I prefer red, Sugah."

The teacher walked into the classroom and cleared his throat. There were several other students in the classroom. They all stopped what they were doing and glanced over at the teacher. Remy, who mentally cursed at the timing of the teacher, just turned around in his seat. "From now until four thirty, you're all mine." He sneered. "And right now I order you all to be quiet and just sit there."

"You heard the executioner." Rogue mumbled sarcastically when Remy had glanced back at her.

Someone in the back started laughing. "You're kiddin' right?" Two other students chuckled; knowing just telling a class to be quiet won't just work.

The male teacher rolled his eyes. "Yes, Duncan, I am." He sighed and sat down. "Knew being aggressive wouldn't work." He mumbled to himself as he pulled out his laptop from a bag. "Just sit there and be quiet. I don't want to be here anymore than any of you juveniles."

Remy turned around in his seat. "I say you absorb him and we get the hell out of here." He mumbled to Rogue, who almost looked insulted by his comment.

"How about I absorb you?"

He wiggled his brows suggestively. "Promise?"

She rolled her eyes. "You're pathetic."

He slowly turned back around. "Like you don't like it."

Rogue just laughed quietly.

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'Did you get in trouble at the mental institute?' Read the note Rogue had tossed at Remy's head. He glanced back at her, one brow arched up in amusement. He noticed that she had put a line through 'mental.'

'Have before school training session for the rest of the week, along with detention. Don't you think it was worth it?' He wrote back, flinging the paper behind him. Less than a minute later, the crumbled up paper bounced off his head. He picked it up from the ground.

'No.'

He immediately turned around. "You didn't have fun?" He asked her with a shocked expression.

A few snickers came from the other students.

"Mr. Lebeau, I assure you that detention is not fun." The teacher mumbled, not looking up from his laptop.

Duncan smirked. "He wasn't talking about that kind of fun."

Rogue's eyes went wide and she glared at Remy who immediately stood up. "That's not—"

The bell rang, cutting him off.

"Detention dismissed." The teacher was the first one out of the classroom.

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"You goin' straight back to the hellhole?" He asked her as she quickly walked down the hall. She slowed down, but did not stop, as if she were holding on to every word he spoke. "C'mon, let's go for a walk or something."

She turned around, both brows raised. "Why would I want to go on a walk with you?"

"You did yesterday." He reminded her with a wink. "Trust me, don't you? Although, I should have to trust you, right? I mean I fight for the good."

She smirked. "But you don't even want to."

"And you don't want to work for Mystique."

"She's my mother. It's different. What if—"

"Don't even say 'what if Xavier was my father' because that is wrong on too many levels." He scratched his chin. "You know, you don't look like Mystique."

"Because I'm not blue? I hear that enough from the other morons. I was adopted, like you." He remembered what she had said to him before: "I know you enough. You lived in New Orleans until last year. You belonged to a Thieves Guild. You were born with your demonic eyes but didn't fully manifest your powers until you were a teenager. Jean-Luc adopted you, and after learning about your powers he wanted to-"

"Did I ever tell you it's creepy talking to someone who knows you better than yourself?"

Rogue took a step forward. "I don't know you better than you know yourself. I just have seen your memories."

He sighed. "Remind me to never double cross you."

"How can you double cross me when we're enemies?"

"Friendly enemies!"

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Remy slammed the door behind him as he walked into the institute, a scowl present on his face.

Kitty and Kurt, who were walking down the stairs, exchanged looks. "PMS alert." Kitty told him in a serious voice because this was a serious issue. A cranky Remy was never a good one.

"Hey man, how was detention?" Kurt asked the Cajun as he made his way upstairs. Remy just made some kind of growling noise and continued walking up.

Kitty patted his shoulder. "Told you. He's dangerous in this mode. You better get ready to sleep on the couch tonight."

"Ja, plus he's going to get irritated when I start shedding—even more."

Kitty made a face. "Ew, you shed?"

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Remy made sure to slam his door real loud and lock it. That was a sign that he was not to be bothered until further notice.

He walked over to his window and smirked. "Now it's time to get out of here."

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A/N -- Hmm, what is Remy planning? Err, where is he planning to GO? Because I write extremely obvious plots you all should know he's going to the tanning salon and barber.. right? ;)

I want to update Changes next 'cause I have to edit the last chapter a bit. For anyone who is curious, the next chapter of Changes starts out with:

"Ahh! Get the hell away from me you bloody weed whacker!" Pyro ran down the hall with wide, scared eyes.

The Professor wheeled out of his office, a brow raised at Logan who walked down the hall. Other than a grunt from Wolverine, the next sound heard was the sound of his metal claws snapping back into his forearm.

"You don't want to know." Logan muttered, narrowing his eyes.

That's all I have written.

Oh well..

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