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Anime Addicted Violence equals funny situations.
A/N I got a severe case of writer's block, better known as writer's concrete block. Sorry.
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12. History teaches us the mistakes we will make later on
Fissie
Bobby picked at his food. He didn't feel at all at home. The professor told him he should give it time, that he would feel more at home soon. That he should try it for a few days and see if he liked it. He didn't.
''Y' don' like de food, mon ami?''
Bobby woke up from his thoughts. ''Euh, yeah, sure whatever.''
''What's wrong?'' Scott asked.
''Nothing. It's just...I'm not used to this, that's all. I mean, two blue furry guys at the table, a girl passing herself the salt telepathically, she just passed through the wall. It's weird.''
''Well, we _are_ mutants.'' Scott explained.
''I figured that much.''
''You'll get used t' it all, don' worry. Except t' him.'' He pointed his fork at Bishop. ''Y'll never get used t' him. I know I won', right pup?''
''I doubt it. Father.''
''Father? Pup? What the...'' Bobby was more then confused now.
''Long story, don'ask don'tell.''
''We'll explain later.'' Scott promised.
At that point, Rogue came in. She looked like she had just woken.
''Chere! Sit down, I fix y'up some Gumbo.'' Remy stood up and pulled a chair out for her.
''Don't shout! Don't talk. Don't even dare to whisper.'' Apparently she _had_ just woken up. She sat down. Remy didn't dare moving. ''Ah'd like some food now.''
''Comin' up.'' Remy said softly.
''How's your head?'' Evan asked.
''Killing me.'' A short but very effective answer, they ate in silence after that. Leaving an even more confused Bobby behind.
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Remy woke up, all by himself. Not aided by music, shoutings or any other annoyances. He checked the clock; it was twelve. Privately, Remy smiled. ~Today is a good day.~ He stood up and, as if a string was tied between him and his roommate, Bishop got up too. ~Almost forgot bout him. Scratch good.~ ''Mornin' Bishop.''
''It is afternoon.''
''Details, mon ami, details.'' He cheered. For once live was good for Remy LeBeau.
He showered in peace. He got dressed in silence. He and Bishop went downstairs. No sounds, no disturbances.
They entered the kitchen. Utter stillne...~No, Dieu! Say it ain' so.~
''Good afternoon Gambit!'' ''Hey could you get pass me that too, please?'' ''So I told him...'' ''Hello, Bishop!'' All sorts of conversations blended into inaudible racket. Remy approached Kitty, who was talking, well, screeching about a boy she met that was totally gorgeous and so cute, and put a hand over her mouth. She muffled a 'Hey!', and Remy tightened his grip to her. The rest of the cheerful gathering wisely decided to shut up. Only the television could be heard, softly in the background.
''What are y'all doin' here?'' He said angrily.
''We live here.'' Evan tried.
''Why ain' y' at school?''
Kitty remembered her powers and phased through Remy's hand. ''We got, like, kicked out. A biology teacher was at the mall too. He recognized us.''
''Sorry t' hear.''
''Yeah, well, at least we've got a day off now.''
''Dat's what I'm sorry 'bout.''
''Be quiet. It's the news.'' Bishop turned the TV volume up.
Kramer was giving one of his speeches.
#''Us humans have the right to a save environment. We don't allow children carry weapons to our schools. Well, that's what mutants are...''
''Kramer believes that the mutant registration law is mandatory to preserve safety in our society. The president agrees with his statements, although there is an internal struggle between the...'#
Remy saw a hint of raw anger in Bishop eyes. He wondered for how long Bishop was going to put up with everything until he burst and killed the man he still believed would betray and kill the x-men. Sensibly, he decided to put his need for coffee aside and silently like only a thief could, he left the kitchen.
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Remy went in search of Rogue, there was something he had that he wanted her to have. He found her sitting at the pond, throwing stones into the water.
She didn't feel much better. Sure, the voices were gone, but she still felt their hate for mutants. She hated her powers. She hated being her. A little stone right flew above her and landed in the water right in front of her. ~What the...~ Her trail of thoughts was interrupted by an explosion. She screamed. ''Cajun! Just wait till Ah get mah hands on you!'' She turned around but saw no one. ''Ah know its you, Swamp boy!'' She stood up.
In the tree a young man knew his life was ending. Would she believe him if he said it was an accident. Maybe, if he could wipe the smirk off his face. But seeing an angry Mississippi river rat was too damn funny not to laugh. So he did.
She heard laughter coming from the tree.
''Come down here.''
He let himself fall from the branch he was on. He chocked away his smile
''Sorry, chere, how can I make it up t' y'?'' He stepped closer.
''By leaving me alone.''
''No can do. Maybe dis help.'' Out of nowhere a necklace appeared dangling from his right hand. Two silver chains connected to each other by ten oval rubies. Silver spikes were attached to the lower chain, one between each two rubies. Those spikes made it look a bit gothy.
Rogue reached out to it. ''Wow, it's beautiful. Wait, why are you giving it to me?''
''Cos I figure it gon' look great on y'.'' ~ Besides, y' need some cheerin' up after de whole absorption issue. Don' like belle femmes lookin' sad.~
''You didn't steal it, or anything, did you?''
''Chere, y' wound m'.'' He put his free hand to his heart in mock shock.
''Did you?'' She repeated seriously.
''Does it matter?'' He handed her the necklace, knowing that she wouldn't appreciate it if he tried to put in around her neck. It was a tight fitting necklace and she would surely think he would accidentally touch her skin.
Rogue examined the necklace. ''Yeah, it matters. Ah don't want any stolen things.''
''Maybe so. But look at it dis way, even 'f I bought it f'r y'. Where d'y' think most o' m' money comes from?''
''Right.'' She handed it back to him. ~Too bad, such a lovely necklace.~
''Y' don' like it?''
''It's beautiful.''
''Den keep it. What de harm? Come on.''
''Ah really don't think Ah...''
''I didn't steal it, chere. Trust me.''
''All right. Well, thank you...Ah love it.'' Before she realized it, he had taken her hand and kissed the back of her glove.
''Anytime, chere.'' He stood up. ''Oh, an' 'f anyone asks, no y' never been t' Tokyo.''
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Xavier's study, later that afternoon..
''Logan, I am concerned. We changed the course of history by catching up on Bobby, but we caused panic ourselves.''
''What can ya do about it.'' Wolverine was not into talking, he just wanted this to be over so he could go and work on his bike.
''Our actions have only driven us further away from my dream.''
''We must focus on the FOH. The way I see it there are three units. One, the people, the members. Two, the men in green. Three, Kramer.'' Hank stated.
''So, ya got a plan?''
''We must find out more about those men in green. They worry me. They are talented fighters and well trained.''
''Yeah. And the weapons they used are pretty high tech.''
''Indeed. But where do we start?''
''I'll go talk around town, see if anyone can tell me about the FOH. Meanwhile, you just start classes.''
''I started this morning. And I have asked Remy to start teaching history this afternoon.''
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Remy dared going near his shadow again.
''Bishop, cher, you got anythin' t' do t'day?''
''Why?'' He big bad man sneered.
''Can y' teach some kids some history f'r me?'' Remy tried a smile.
''My history is your future. Besides I only know what you told me about the past.''
''Dat much, ey? Well, I got class right now. Come on, pup.'' He motioned Bishop to follow him.
''I'm may not leave you out of my sight, but I am not your servant. Do not order me around.''
''Sure, as soon as y' stop followin' m'.''
They reached the room that now functioned as Remy's classroom. They entered.
''Hello, class.'' He greeted.
''Good afternoon, Mr. LeBeau.'' They chanted in mock. Remy turned around in horror.
''Lesson number one'' He said sternly. ''Call me Remy, call me monsieur if y' must, call me your Highness f'r all I care. But don' ever call me Mr. LeBeau.''
''You're fifteen minutes late.'' Rogue pointed out.
''Y' don' say. I feel so sorry.'' He answered sarcastically. Bishop sat down on a chair in a far corner of the room.
Remy adjusted himself in the chair behind the desk and put his feet on the table. ''I could get used t'dis.'' He started whistling a song.
''Ehm, shouldn't you, like, get started?''
''Okay, okay, don' go gettin' anxious.'' He put his feet back on the floor. ''I read de book on de Cold War y' gave m', an' I don' like it. 'S got no pictures, 's borin'.''
''What do you suggest: The Cold War, the comic?'' Bobby asked.
''I jus' find it boring, de whole Cold War issue. It wasn't really cold, well, 'xcept Moscow in de winter, an' it weren't really a war, so what de point. De Cold War is like two kiddies playin' wid buildin' blocks. Dey both want de highest tower, so dey keep on buildin'. But y' know one o' dem is goin' to come tumblin' down sooner or later. Den dey come t' an agreement t' build only so an' so high towers. End. Childish an' borin' as hell. ''
''So what _are_ we going to study?'' Evan asked.
''De Cold War. _I_ ain' goin' t' study, dat your job. I don' care, jus' think it's borin'.''
''Yeah, but you're supposed to talk to us about it, make it interesting.''
''Y' wan' witty anecdotes on de Cold War, ask someone who was dere.''
''Oh come on. What kind of teacher are you?''
''None. I am a thief.''
''Ex-thief.''
''I stole de paper's from Kramer's house, I say I ain' out of de job yet. Anyone in f'r a round o' poker.'' He started shuffling some cards.
''You're just trying to get out of teaching.''
''Is it workin'?''
''No.''
Remy sighed. ''Let's start at page 40. The negotiations with Churchill. Or as he so eloquently put it: If y' can' beat dem, drink wid dem.''
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A/N: See, very short, and I really don't like it…but I wanted to post it and get it over with. Maybe I'll post it again someday…anyway, the basic point is that they got kicked out of school. So just remember that, forget the rest of this chapter…
On next: A better chapter, I promise. Don't leave me. *sob.*
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