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A/N- Sorry about the French. It's not very good. I use a rubbish translator site. I should have made him teach math.

Prince of thieves King of Hearts

Chapter 3

"He did what?!?!?" Marie cried as Remy explained to her what had happened between him and the professor.

"He made Remy a teacher." Remy sighed. Marie rolled around laughing.

" Well I'm glad ya find it funny chere cause Remy defiantly don't." He said pouting.

"What on Earth possessed him ta do that? Ya can barely speak English, what makes him think ya'll be any better with French?"

"Well I been sayin from da start dat from dey one. I mean what kind of creepy guy that can read minds wants t'spend his time in a house wit lots of teenagers. Dats just wrong. Oh and he's a telepath. Dat's should send da warning lights up straight away."

"Remy!" Rogue scolded suppressing a slight smile(A/N: wow look at that alliteration my English teacher would be so pleased.) " The professah is a very kind man who apparently in is old age had completely lost his mind an is even lettin swamp rats in ta this establishment." She retorted glaring at him.

"Awww chere don't be like dat. Y' love me really." She rolled her eyes at this comment while he proceeded to kiss her neck. "Just tell me ya love me chere. Remy loves y' ya know."

She smiled before replying, "Why Mistah LeBeau do ya really think this is an appropriate discussion for a teacher and a student ta be havin? This kind of conversation could have ya sacked."

"Den I see no reason t'stop den." Remy growled.

And he didn't stop.

*****

Remy stomped into the room.

He didn't exactly look conventional with his trench coat flapping behind him as he stomped into the classroom getting strange glances from the other kids. Damn he thought as his eyes scanned the class. This was Marie's class. It also happened to be the class of Bobby Drake an ex-boyfriend of Marie's who happened to hate his guts. This was going to be an interesting lesson.

"Bien, assied et ouvrir vos livres à la dernière page que vous traitiez." He said to the rambling mob of children.

About 20 blank faces met Remy's red-on-black eyes.

"Dis is French, oui?"

Murmurs of "Yeah" and "I think so" were heard as they tried to figure out what the hell Remy was doing.

"Den why the hell do y' not understand French."

"Remy?" Piotr Rasputian, the Russian version of Arnold Schwarzenegger called from the back.

"Oui, Piotr?" He replied

"Well a lot of us have been wondering, and would like to know, what the hell you are doing here?"

"Well ya see Petey da short version would be I stole a few t'ings and dis be yer professors twisted way of me givin back t' da community." He replied flashing a devilish grin at Rogue. "Okay so lets get des formalities over wit I be Remy LeBeau, Prince of Thieves, King of Hearts and I'll be yer french teacher fer along as de evil telepath t'inks fit."

"So are you like a thief then?" said Kitty Pride, a young girl with more make up then brain cells.

Remy rolled his eyes- this was going to be a long class.

"Non petite," he said sarcastically," Remy just make dat up fer kicks."

Kitty looked confused and turned away to talk to someone that would give her an answer she could understand.

Remy cleared his throat again ,"So anyway," he started ,"who can tell Remy what y'last was learning?"

This time it was Jubilee who spoke up, "Rem…Mr LeBeau we have just been studying the basic french at the moment, ya know like oui and merci and that kinda thing."

Remy scoffed. "Dats da basics? Yes and t'ank ya? Well ah can see why da bald guy assigned me to dis class ya obviously need ma help. Right I lived in da French quarter of N'awlins fer most of ma life I will tell ya what ya need to know."

With this said he began rapidly scribbling on the blackboard in French with such phrases as "Fils de putain" and "merde".

"Excuse mah……Mistah LeBeau," Rogue called from the back of the class, "But do ya think that that kinda language is appropriate in a school?" She smiled sweetly at him .

He looked at her for a moment wondering how such a pretty little girl could know what such bad words meant then he remembered she had his imprint in her head from the many failed attempts they had had before she finally managed to touch.

Remy cleared his throat. "Erm…….oui…..translations well this phase "Fils de putain"…..erm dis means ya are a great guy. I t'ink dat ya all should go and say dat t' yer lovely professor Cyclops."

"Rem-Rem!" Rogue scolded." Ya can't tell them that."

Remy grinned at her again, "Excuse me Roguey mais I t'ink I be da teacher. Now if ya would like ta discuss dis after class den I will be more dan happy t'oblige." He winked at her.

However that was the wrong time to say that as the professor wheeled himself in at that exact moment.

"Mr LeBeau will you please refrain from flirting with the students during class time." He glanced at the blackboard. "And next time stick to the curriculum."

Remy grinned again. "Ok class dismissed."