"Gosh, Remy, your hair is so thick." The hair stylist commented as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"And I see you've been taking care of your fingernails." The other girl commented as she gave him his weekly manicure.
KIDDING. Just kidding. :D
(If you're lost, go read the A/N for the last chapter.)
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He dragged his feet down the street, hands shoved into the pockets of his trench coat. He stopped walking and looked up as the street lighters flickered before turning on. He sighed heavily before turning off his image inducer, revealing his glowing red eyes to the world. Oh well. If anyone ever saw them, he'd just whack them upside the head with his bo staff. 'What person with demon like eyes? Wow, you must have really hit your head.'
Smirking slightly at the thought of doing that to the members of his "team", he crossed the street and walked down an alleyway. He came to a stop at a dead end, and then sat on a crate. After a few minutes, he impatiently looked down at his imager inducer slash watch, wondering what time it was.
"Twelve o'clock." Blink. "Twelve o'clock." Blink. "Twelve o'clock." Well, he wasn't getting anywhere with the blinking 12:00. "I should really learn how to program this." He waited a few minutes before walking off, one eye twitching.
The Cajun walked down the street, carelessly turning his image inducer back on. 'Maybe I misunderstood.' He told himself before turning, and going down yet another alleyway. He continued walking down the alley, which its streets were mostly covered in dross from tipped over trashcans. He looked around, deciding that it was getting late and walked several blocks to the park and sat himself down on a bench.
It wasn't long before he heard the familiar soft Southern accent. "You're hard to track down." Rogue sat down at the other side of the bench.
"And you're late." He pointed out, quickly shutting off his image inducer, knowing if he didn't she would say something about it sooner or later. The last thing he wanted was a nagging friend.
"And you're impatient." The Southerner proclaimed, blowing several white strands of hair out from her face. "I feel like a turncoat."
"I don't." He mumbled casually, not caring much about being a traitor.
Rogue fiddled with her gloves. "There's actually a reason why I was running late."
He glanced sideways at her. "Hmm..?"
"I was spyin' on Quicksilver. I don't think he's up to any good." Her green eyes flashed dangerous. "I want to find out what he's doing."
"Curiosity killed the cat."
She stood up and held out her hand. "The cat wasn't a mutant, Remy. Come with me."
He took her hand and got to his feet. "All right."
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Kitty sat on the couch, flipping through a magazine. Kurt was sitting next to her, lazily flipping through channels on the television. He glanced up at the ceiling.
"Do you think it's safe to go up there yet?"
"I say give him a few more hours." She mumbled without looking up.
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"Okay, so where are we going?" He asked, eyeing down at how she was still holding on to his hand as she dragged him down the street.
"To where I saw Pietro go." Rogue mumbled as she began to walk faster. "It was a warehouse."
Remy whistled. "What a place to go on our first date."
She came to an abrupt
stop. "You know, I don't have to bring you with me."
"But apparently you have to hold my hand." She realized what she was doing and let go of it. He mentally kicked himself. "Aw, you didn't have to do that."
"Forget it. I'm goin' alone." He grabbed her arm right as she turned around.
"I'll just follow you."
"Not if I—"
"'Absorb you' I know, I know. That threat is getting old, don't you think?"
She sighed, feeling slightly defeated. "Lets get going."
"Why is this so important to you? You and Quicksilver.. you know?"
"God no." She snapped, clearly offended. "I just want to know who he is always reporting to. I think it might be Magneto."
"Magneto.. Ain't he the magnet weirdo that wears that silly bucket over his head?"
She laughed lightly, lowering her head causing her white fringes to fall limply in her face. "He's the master of Magnetism. Mystique has somethin' against him, so everyone on her damn team has to hate his guts."
"What makes you think that Speed-o boy is reporting to him?"
"Because Magneto is his father." Rogue explained as they started walking, side by side. "Doesn't Xavier tell you about all of this?"
"I think." He scratched the back of his head. "He usually would hold meetings but either I didn't show up or I'd sleep right through it."
"It should be real comfortin' to the X-Men that you're on their team." She commented sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, they love it." He mumbled with heavy sarcasm. "I wish you could just fly us over.. to where ever we're going."
"Too bad; I can't fly."
"Can't you just absorb someone with a flying ability?"
"Oh yeah, 'cause there's hundreds of mutants flyin' around right now."
"Well, you don't have to be an pessimistic." Well, if that isn't verbal irony I don't know what is. Wait—maybe it's dramatic irony. Goddammit, never mind!
"Remy." She sighed, jerking him forward.
"Just tell me, is the glass half empty or half full?"
"Remy." Another jerk. He smirked.
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Rogue finally came to a stop at the end of an alley. She turned around and suddenly put her hand in the inside of his trench coat pocket.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Remy nearly jumped a mile back. "Try not to get too fresh." She pulled out his bo staff, which an annoyed expression set upon her face. "Oh."
"Get rid of any metal now."
"Don't we have iron in our blood? Want me to get rid of that too, chérie?" He asked; his words drenched in sarcasm. She whacked him in the head with his own staff. "Don't I feel the love."
"Pretty soon all you're going to feel is the pain of my foot shoved up your—"
"Okay, I live with the so called "World's Most Power Telepath" and if I don't get back soon, I'm sure he's going to notice."
Rogue smirked. "Since when do you—"
"Since he's the person putting a roof over my head."
"And a danger room session every day of your life." She pointed out, dropping the bo staff and then kicking it behind a trashcan.
"What are you getting at?" He asked, raising a brow but she just shrugged.
"C'mon lets hurry before you're more than a several hours past curfew." She shot at him, walking forward in a hurry.
He just followed her in silence. Had he finally met his match?
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"I can't believe you squeezed me in through the window." Remy wheezed, rubbing his bruised rubs only to be elbowed by Rogue.
"Shh." She admonished, bringing her index finger up to her lips. He reached forward, grabbing her finger and bringing it to his mouth. He opened his mouth and gently bit down on her finger. Now it was Rogue who nearly jumped a mile back, with her other hand, she raised her hand to slap him but right before it came in contact with the side of his face, he ducked, falling hard to his knees. "Bastard."
"Jealous of Gambit's superb reflexes?" He asked, smirking in the darkness. She raised her arm and he could have sworn she growled. "Roguey? Where are we?"
"Do you have a match?" She asked, her voice no higher than a whisper.
"Why would I have a match?"
"Because you smoke."
"Oh yeah." He rummaged around in his pockets and pulled out a silver metal lighter.
"You idiot!" She slapped the lighter out of his hand. It made that noise (You know, that noise when you dropped metal on the ground) when it hit the ground.
"What the hell, Rogue!" He snapped, raising his voice. "Do you have a phobia of metal or something?"
"Because she knows what I can do with metal, Gambit." A light went on and floating before them was no one other than Magneto. Rogue took a step backwards, pressing the back of her body against Remy's. "Rogue, what are you doing here, with an X-Men? I'm sure that Mystique would not approve of this."
"Oh-yeah-she's-going-to-love-hearing-this." Pietro appeared behind his father smiling evilly
"You are reporting to him." Rogue realized, taking a small step forward.
Magneto merely laughed. "Mystique works for me."
"But she hates your guts!" Rogue sputtered, feeling her blood begin to boil. Was he lying?
Magneto cleared his throat. "Get out of here, Rogue. You have no business here."
Remy felt swirls of confusion and anger encircling around in him as he put a hand on Rogue's shoulder. "Lets get out of here."
"No." She jerked her shoulder forward. "I want to know what's going on."
"Then ask Mystique."
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Remy bit down on the inside of his cheek as he entered his bedroom from the window. Right as he walked over to his bed, Kurt bamf'd into the room.
"Hey!" Kurt greeting him, grinning like an idiot. But not like a grinning suspicious one. "Are you still in one of those danger moods Kitty has been filling me in on?"
Remy shrugged, his mind elsewhere. He and Rogue had left Magneto's little hideout, and he knew if they went back tomorrow the place would be abandoned. There was just something weird about Magneto. Remy had heard some stuff about the master of Magnetism, but it was actually like he was.. nice to Rogue in some odd way. Maybe it had to do with her being Mystique's daughter, maybe it didn't. The world may never know.
The door suddenly flew open and Wolverine walked in, holding the knob in one hand. "Back so soon, Gumbo?"
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The second Remy got to school the next morning, he kept walking down the sidewalk, not intending to actually go to school. He had it. He unintentionally blew up his alarm clock, his image inducer and his book bag. Well, maybe not so unintentionally for his backpack.
"Remy." He glanced behind his shoulder to see Rogue standing there. She too was backpack-less and he knew it had nothing to do with her blowing it up. His heart began to pound hard against his ribcage as he turned around, facing her. "I-I'm quitting the Brotherhood. It just ain't me."
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A/N Wow. It took me a while to write this. My computer keeps acting up, making it hard to use it. Hopefully it'll be back to normal (where it only malfunction a few times a week, instead of several times within one hour).
Ah, just for y'all to know, Rogue will not be joining the X-Men. ;) Hopefully there's only about two more chapters left (as I planned.) I also have an idea for a sequel that I really want to do, so after I get caught up with Changes (and when I finish this) I want to start it.
Mm, hope you didn't hate it too much.. =\