AN: Hellooo! I'm back! Did you miss me?
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Yeah, fine. Be that way! I don't know why I'm updating with you acting like that. *cries*
Ahahahahaha. Sorry. My brain doesn't function this late. Or early. o____O
Disclaimer: What disclaimer? …Oh. You mean * that * one. I accidentally fed it to Cookie Monster. I don't think he liked it, though. Oh well…
Onwards to the fic!
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Chapter Two: Get Over Yourself
Rogue awoke to the sounds of people yelling beneath her? She sat up, and immediately felt pain at all parts of her body. Damn roof. Shouldn't have gone up here. She groaned, stretching some sore muscles. Note ta self, never go on the roof at 3 AM, Ah'll end up sleepin'. She winced as she made her way back down to her and Kitty's room. She furrowed her eyebrows as she scanned the room. Where's Kitty? Then her eyes widened.
Holy crap, it's a school day! She thought, frantically changing into her Gothic outfit for the day. She raced downstairs only to find Logan, the Professor and Ororo there. Fuck. She slapped her forehead. She missed her ride. The adults looked at Rogue, surprise etched all over their faces. She was about to make her exit, when someone spoke.
"Rogue, shouldn't you be at school?" The Professor asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah—"
"An' what's with yer clothes, Stripes?" Logan growled, taking in her disheveled appearance. She had two leaves in her hair, her clothes were wrinkled, as if she had worn them already, and she had marks on her face. He sniffed. She smelled like she had been outside the whole night. He narrowed his eyes.
Her eyes widened even more, knowing that Logan had found her out. Grabbing an apple, and running outside the kitchen in a speed that rivaled Quicksilver's. She threw a, "Bye Professah, Logan, an' Ororo!" while she was at it.
When she was finally out of the gates, and on the sidewalk, she stopped, trying to catch her breath. She bent down, and put her hands on her knees. Her heart was thumping so fast in her chest that she thought it would break free of her ribcage, and fall out. Unconsciously, she put a hand to her chest, still panting heavily.
"Mon chere, what happened t' y'?" She heard a suave voice question. She slowly raised her head. She knew that voice. Rogue glared at Remy. "But no matter y' still look tres belle t' Remy." He was on his way to Bayville High to get a glimpse of Rogue before she went to class. Well, imagine his luck when she came bursting through the Mansion's gates, panting.
"Well if ya keep that goin' the only thing ya'll see is blackness, when I touch ya and render ya unconscious." She shot back, her green eyes flashing.
"But it'll be worth it, non?" He grinned at her, unharmed by her sharp words. He would love to be touched by her soft, creamy, delicate skin. But not at the cost of his life.
She growled. "Shut up, swamp rat." Her eyes traveled up and down his frame. No. Stop it. Ah'm not checkin' him out. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
Remy saw her look him up and down, then look away. "See somethin' y' like, cherie?" He said, his voice dropping a notch, sending shivers down her spine again, just like the day before.
She shot daggers at him with her eyes. If only that was mah mutant power… She stepped back, wondering how he got so close without her knowing. Usually, she was on top of all that stuff. She knew she couldn't touch. She shouldn't be feeling the things that she was then. But the Cajun in front of her threw her off. Rogue shook her head. No. She was just dizzy from the running. Yeah, that's it. "Whatever Cajun. Ah'm about ta be late for school, so good bye, an' good riddance." She turned to walk away. But a hand clasped onto her clothed arm. She looked down. It was his. "What the hell do ya want?" She asked, furiously tugging her arm away from his grasp. His strong grip made her feel weak. Plus, she wouldn't want to have his perverted thoughts in her head in the near future.
Remy simply smiled. "Remy jus' want t' give y' a ride, is dat so bad, cherie?" Then he smirked at the image that created. "Non, not dat kind o' ride. Although, Remy can help y' wit' dat, too." He gestured to the motorcycle behind him.
She glared at him when she got the hidden meaning behind those words. Motorcycle? Rogue didn't even notice. She was too busy staring at him. "Ah'll bet ya stole that, too, huh, Swamp Rat?" She asked him, disgusted.
She swore that he looked hurt for a split second, then he was back to his cocky self. "Non cherie. Bought Michaela out o' m' own allowance when Remy was a lil' charmer." He patted the bike affectionately. Yes, he had stolen many things, not to mention hearts in his lifetime, but he didn't steal his Michaela.
She raised an eyebrow at the name. Even Logan's motorcycle isn't named. Rogue heard his answer, and was skeptical. "Liars go ta hell." She then turned away from him once more, and was about to walk away.
He stopped her by stepping in front of her. Acting on instinct, she stepped back. "Den is a good thing dat Remy aint one, eh, cherie?" He purred into her ear.
She was beginning to think she would need to wear earphone for the rest of her life, or at least until the Cajun dies. She didn't want to feel the rush that she got when he got closer to her, or when he purred. She didn't want to feel anything coming from him. Period. "Are ya a cat?" She asked him, hostility making its way back into her voice.
Remy's eyes danced, beneath his glasses, amused. "Non, cherie. Remy thought y' call him a rat?" He chuckled.
His laugh was so deep and throaty that Rogue had to look up and make sure that it was coming from his mouth. She groaned silently when she saw his soft, moist lips. It was like she was Eve and he was the forbidden fruit. She knew it was bad, but she had to get at least a small taste. She shook her head. Snap outta it, Rogue. Ya're gonna be late! She glanced at her watch. If she rode with the Cajun on his motorcycle she would still be late for her first, no, she would be late for her second period already. She was missing her first period class as she stood there with him. But if she walked, she'll be very, very late, and it'll be no use, since the doors would probably be closed by then. Rogue sighed. It was a no win situation. So she decided to head back to the mansion and explain to the Professor what happened last night. Just as she moved to go back, she felt an arm slink around her waist.
"Leavin' so soon, cherie?" Because of their closeness, she could feel his chest rumble as he spoke. "Thought y' were goin' t' y' school?"
Rogue threw his arm off. He was beginning to get on her last nerve. And no one liked an irritated Rogue. Jus' who does he think he is? "Ah don't see why that is any concern of yars, Swamp Rat. An' if ya touch me again, it won't be covered. An' the next thing ya know is that ya'll be on the pavement." She stomped on it to emphasize her point.
Remy put his hands up, a lazy smile stretching across his face. "Boy cherie, y' sure are a knockout, eh?" He winked at her.
Rogue let out a frustrated cry. "What the hell is wrong wit' ya?!" She yelled at him. "Don't ya know ya can't touch meh? Stop playin' 'round!"
"Easy, cherie, easy. Remy knows. An' he aint gonna get hurt." His smile dropped the instant she started yelling. He searched her eyes, and even through his glasses, he could see the emotions behind them. Frustration, sorrow, loneliness, and especially hurt. He frowned. All he wanted to do was envelope her in his arms and kiss her pain away. But that wouldn't solve anything. Especially his annoyance of him. Since, because of her mutation, his psyche would be in her head for a while.
He didn't know why he kept trying, it was pretty obvious that the affection was one sided. He hoped to change that in the future, though. But for now, he wanted to help her. He wanted to be the one who would break down her self-inflicted walls, and bring out the real Rogue. He knew what it was like, being trapped in your own personal barrier that you built up. He hated the feeling, and he was pretty sure he did, too. But she protected herself for a reason; her mutation absorbs the psyche of any person upon skin-to-skin contact. With mutants though, she would also absorb their power, and would be able to use it for a bit. In a way, Remy was a lot like her. When he was younger, he used to blow up everything that he touched. You name it, and he probably blew it up once in his lifetime. His Tante Mattie's favorite vase, Emil's gameboy, Henri's book, and he blew up a few alarm clocks on occasion. He had a place where he would run off to, to be alone, and to isolate himself from the world. He would work on his powers there, and with a lot of patience and hard work, Remy conquered his powers. Today, he controls them, and he doesn't let them contro--
"But Ah'll get hurt!" She screamed, the pain in her eyes intensifying. He blinked. "Ya aren't the only person in this world, Gambit!" She snarled at him. She wanted to grab him by the neck and start strangling the bastard. But she didn't. And she couldn't. For one, his neck wasn't convered, and she didn't want his thoughts in her head. With one last icy glare, she stalked off, leaving a bewildered and guilty Remy in her wake.
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The Professor was the only one left in the kitchen when Rogue got back. He tilted his head upwards when he heard the door slam shut. He shot her a concerned look. "Rogue are you—"
"Ah'm fine!" She yelled, storming off. Why can't everyone just leave her alone? This day was getting worse and worse by the second.
As she stomped up the staircase, she bumped into Logan. He grunted. "What's the matt—"
"AH'M FINE, DAMMIT!" She screamed at him. Logan winced. She didn't need to scream for him to hear her, he had enhanced hearing. Just as the ringing was stopping, he looked around, and Rogue was nowhere to be found. Damn. And he wanted to ask about the Cajun smell that was coming off of her, too.
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Lot of knots, lot of snags,
lot of holes, lot of cracks lot of crags. Lot of naggin'
old hags,
lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags.
Oh it's such a drag, what a chore... oh your wounds are full of salt.
Everything's a stress and what's more, well it's all somebody's fault.
Hey! Get over it!
Makes you sick, makes you ill,
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while
the milk still spills. Ain't it just a bitch? What a
pain...
Well it's all a crying shame. What
left to do but complain? Better find someone to blame.
Hey! Get over it!
Got a job, got a life, got a four-door and a faithless wife.
Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex, got a room for the night.
Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize! Got a body like a battle
axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
Hey! Get over it!
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Yep. End of chapter two. Heh. I actually finished chapter two and one on the same night. I just didn't want to post chapter two too early.
So…what did you all think of this one?
BTW, the song up there is 'Get Over It' by Ok Go. ^_^ Yes, you should consider downloading that one, too. Great song.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to all the reviewers! *hands each one a cookie* Hmmm. How about tootsie roll this time? ^_^ XD
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