"Late Night Entertainment"
Nighttime at the mansion was usually quiet. Despite their curfews, there was no specified time that the students had to be in bed. But by 2:37 in the morning, most were sound asleep. Vashoba on the other hand was a creature of the night and had a hard time going to bed so early. She did not require the amount of sleep that most others did, so most of the time you could find her wide awake watching TV and eating junk food. This was not a problem here, as long as she was awake in all of her classes. Vash found that she wasn't the only one that had trouble sleeping at night. She noticed the note on Kurt's door stating that he was in the Danger Room and Logan was prowling around the mansion doing his nightly rounds. Other than those two, she was the only one still awake, or so she thought.
She was on her way back from the kitchen with a late night snack, when she heard muffled cursing in French. It was coming from outside of the den window. The piano was blocking her view so she decided to take a closer look. When whoever it was finally got in, she got a strong whiff of Marlboro reds and alcohol. Something strong and brown, most likely it was bourbon. This could only be one person.
"Remy." She whispered to no one in particular.
He had to be stinking drunk. His usual stealth demeanor was replaced by drunken clumsiness. He had gotten through the window without breaking it; she had to give him credit. He stumbled through the window and onto the floor, landing right at Vash's feet.
"Need some help?" Vash asked.
"Non, non!" Remy grunted as he wobbled to his feet. "Remy don't need no help."
He was completely plastered and Vash found it hard to keep a straight face. His speech was slurred and unfortunately for Remy, he did need help. He tried his best to stand up straight but failed miserably.
"C'mon, ya fucking baby." Vash said as she draped one of his arms over her shoulders and proceed to carry him to the Rec Room couch.
She'd be damned if she tried to carry him all the way to his room.
"Merci, chere." He grumbled.
Remy reeked of cigarettes and alcohol and was seriously doing a number on Vash's sensitive nose.
"God, Remy did you have to down the whole bar." She moaned.
That's when he did it. In such close proximity to a female Remy was unable to control himself. He licked the side of her face. Vash stopped dead in her tracks and released her grip on him. He crumbled to the floor laughing hysterically.
"That was fucking disgusting." Vash stated completely exasperated.
"You tase so sweet, chere." Remy laughed.
"God you suck." Vash groaned and continued on to the Rec Room.
Remy followed her and took a seat right next to her.
"So," Remy began trying his hand at small talk. "How'd ya get dose?"
He was referring to her bandaged arms.
"I fell." She answered bluntly. "Why do you care anyway? Weren't you the one that tried to blow me to pieces?"
"If Remy had wanned ta blow ya ta pieces, he woulda've." He replied. "But who'd wanna hurt a pretty ting like you."
He then proceed to scooped up the remote off of the table and started flicking through channels.
"Excuse me?" Vash said surprised.
"Eh?" Remy asked.
Vash reached for the remote but Remy refused to give it back.
"I was watching that." She groaned.
"Yeah, well dis bedda." He smiled.
"And what exactly is 'dis'?" she mocked.
"Only de bess cartoon in de world." he continued.
"Really?" she said skeptically.
"Inuyasha." He said taking great care in pronouncing it properly. "I finga ya'd like dis sorta ting, ninja gurl."
"Well, Gumbo," she said, eyes narrowed. "I'd like ta watch what I was watchin'."
"Gumbo?" Remy laughed. "Remy like dat. Very creative."
Vash huffed in distaste.
"So, ninja gurl," He paused for emphasis. "Ya gotta boyfriend?"
Vash almost choked on her pineapple.
"Ya alright chere?" Remy asked.
"I'm fine." She said regaining her composure. "And no I don't have a boyfriend, not that it's any of your business. I just got here."
Remy nodded in understanding.
"I see you're sobering up." Vash commented.
"A'cohol only affect Remy if he wan it to."
"That one of your mutant powers?" Vash joked.
"How ya know Remy a mutant?" Remy joked. "I could be juss fakin'."
"Well I don't know many humans with-" She began. "Red on black eyes."
"Ahh, you noticed." Remy smiled. "You have some inta'esting eyes yo' self."
Remy leaned in a little closer than Vash would have liked. She could feel the warm of his breath on her face and her heartbeat quickened.
"Damn you Remy!" she thought.
"Lovely color." He added.
He had her face cupped in his hand now and they were so close that their noses were touching.
"What're you two still doin' up?"
The voice caused the two of them to spring to their own respective corners of the couch. It was Logan; he had finally made his way back to this end of the mansion.
"Thank god." Vash thought.
Remy turned to face the older man. Logan's face held its usual blank somewhat intimidating stare.
"Remy wus juss gettin' ta know Miss Vashoba." Remy offered with a smile.
"That smile might work on her but it ain't foolin' me." Logan grunted. "I better see ya in class tomorrow, Cajun."
"Course." Remy replied. "Remy a de'cated student."
"Sure," Logan grunted. "Just have ya dedicated ass in class tomorrow. You too, Vash."
And with that, Logan rounded the corner and was up the stairs. Logan had no reason to interfere with the personal lives of the kids. His job was to promote education and nothing else. If they wanted to run around the mansion banging each other than that was no business of his. They weren't his kids. Hell, the Cajun, he was a grown man. He couldn't stop him from doing what he wanted. Let Kurt and 'Ro handle Vash. He was just glad he didn't' have any kids that decided to drop in from the future. Wait a minute, how old is Vash anyway. Never mind. Fuck it. He needed a beer. He couldn't be bothered with this stuff. Vash could hear Logan grumbling to himself all the way up the stairs. Remy and Vash burst into a giggle fit.
"Is he always like dat?" Remy asked.
"Far as I can tell." Vash answered.
Remy slid over next to her again.
"Now," he began. "Where were we?"
He was giving her that look again and it was making her nervous.
"We were talking about how much you love Inuyasha." She interjected.
Remy gave a grunt and leaned back into his seat.
"You don't like Remy do ya?" he asked.
She knew that she was wrong for harboring resentment against him. She couldn't help it. But could she really hold him accountable for things that he hadn't even done yet or now, thanks to the circumstances, would probably never do. But she knew the person he was capable of being and it scared her.
"It's not that I don't like you Remy." She began. "It's just that I don't know you." She finished as she got up to go to the kitchen.
"Well, less get ta know each 'udder." Remy said with a full grin. He followed her out of the room.
She was putting away the fruit that she'd left out and cleaning up her mess. And there he was standing in the doorway waiting. After the last dish was put away, she headed for the door only to find Remy, who refused to let her pass. He slid an arm around her waist and pressed himself closer. She felt herself grow weak in the knees.
"Remy." She squeaked. "Goddam, you Remy." She thought. "You don't even know me." She gasped desperately.
"Well, Remy is tryin' ta get ta know ya." He breathed into her ear.
She could feel her stomach tighten and warmth grow between her legs.
"God you suck, Remy." She moaned.
He just chuckled at the last comment; he could tell he was wearing her down. "No nookie?" he thought. "Who're dey kiddin'?" He nuzzled her neck, kissed it softly and listened for her moan.
"What the hell is he doing?" she thought. "I knew I shoulda stayed in my room." She was so close to giving in; she could no longer keep her breathing steady. "Remember what happened last time?" she warned herself. "The last time you were weak." His hand had crept underneath her shirt and was placed firmly on her breast. "Fuck!" She didn't even want to acknowledge the fact that Remy's thin track pants weren't fairing well in hiding his intentions. She was losing her train of thought. Then suddenly a blessing occurred.
"Excuse me?" a familiar voice croaked.
The two of them quickly sprang apart. Vash's savior was in the form of a thoroughly embarrassed blue, tailed, mutant.
"Kurt!" Vash erupted.
"I am so sorry." Kurt said peaking through two blue fingers before launching into the German version.
"It's okay." Vash stumbled. "I was just leaving."
Vash promptly scooted past Kurt and shot down the hall. Kurt uncovered his eyes and stared intently in Remy's direction.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Wagner." Remy offered with a sheepish grin.
Kurt eyes lowered down the front of the boy and he gave a grunt of disapproval. Remy eventually realized what Kurt was looking at and he quickly tried to cover his burgeoning erection with his heavy brown, duster.
"I suggest you call it a night, Herr LeBeau." Kurt said through gritted teeth.
Remy could tell that Kurt was seething but was trying his best to contain himself.
"Course," Remy said nervously as he rushed past the blue skinned German. "Goodnight." And he shot down the opposite hall to his room. Lucky for him he didn't share it with anyone. He would definitely need his privacy tonight.
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"Vash's Dream: A Blast from the Past- er-Future-Whatever"
---Now the story finally gets to live up to its rating.
Nighttime at the mansion was usually quiet. Despite their curfews, there was no specified time that the students had to be in bed. But by 2:37 in the morning, most were sound asleep. Vashoba on the other hand was a creature of the night and had a hard time going to bed so early. She did not require the amount of sleep that most others did, so most of the time you could find her wide awake watching TV and eating junk food. This was not a problem here, as long as she was awake in all of her classes. Vash found that she wasn't the only one that had trouble sleeping at night. She noticed the note on Kurt's door stating that he was in the Danger Room and Logan was prowling around the mansion doing his nightly rounds. Other than those two, she was the only one still awake, or so she thought.
She was on her way back from the kitchen with a late night snack, when she heard muffled cursing in French. It was coming from outside of the den window. The piano was blocking her view so she decided to take a closer look. When whoever it was finally got in, she got a strong whiff of Marlboro reds and alcohol. Something strong and brown, most likely it was bourbon. This could only be one person.
"Remy." She whispered to no one in particular.
He had to be stinking drunk. His usual stealth demeanor was replaced by drunken clumsiness. He had gotten through the window without breaking it; she had to give him credit. He stumbled through the window and onto the floor, landing right at Vash's feet.
"Need some help?" Vash asked.
"Non, non!" Remy grunted as he wobbled to his feet. "Remy don't need no help."
He was completely plastered and Vash found it hard to keep a straight face. His speech was slurred and unfortunately for Remy, he did need help. He tried his best to stand up straight but failed miserably.
"C'mon, ya fucking baby." Vash said as she draped one of his arms over her shoulders and proceed to carry him to the Rec Room couch.
She'd be damned if she tried to carry him all the way to his room.
"Merci, chere." He grumbled.
Remy reeked of cigarettes and alcohol and was seriously doing a number on Vash's sensitive nose.
"God, Remy did you have to down the whole bar." She moaned.
That's when he did it. In such close proximity to a female Remy was unable to control himself. He licked the side of her face. Vash stopped dead in her tracks and released her grip on him. He crumbled to the floor laughing hysterically.
"That was fucking disgusting." Vash stated completely exasperated.
"You tase so sweet, chere." Remy laughed.
"God you suck." Vash groaned and continued on to the Rec Room.
Remy followed her and took a seat right next to her.
"So," Remy began trying his hand at small talk. "How'd ya get dose?"
He was referring to her bandaged arms.
"I fell." She answered bluntly. "Why do you care anyway? Weren't you the one that tried to blow me to pieces?"
"If Remy had wanned ta blow ya ta pieces, he woulda've." He replied. "But who'd wanna hurt a pretty ting like you."
He then proceed to scooped up the remote off of the table and started flicking through channels.
"Excuse me?" Vash said surprised.
"Eh?" Remy asked.
Vash reached for the remote but Remy refused to give it back.
"I was watching that." She groaned.
"Yeah, well dis bedda." He smiled.
"And what exactly is 'dis'?" she mocked.
"Only de bess cartoon in de world." he continued.
"Really?" she said skeptically.
"Inuyasha." He said taking great care in pronouncing it properly. "I finga ya'd like dis sorta ting, ninja gurl."
"Well, Gumbo," she said, eyes narrowed. "I'd like ta watch what I was watchin'."
"Gumbo?" Remy laughed. "Remy like dat. Very creative."
Vash huffed in distaste.
"So, ninja gurl," He paused for emphasis. "Ya gotta boyfriend?"
Vash almost choked on her pineapple.
"Ya alright chere?" Remy asked.
"I'm fine." She said regaining her composure. "And no I don't have a boyfriend, not that it's any of your business. I just got here."
Remy nodded in understanding.
"I see you're sobering up." Vash commented.
"A'cohol only affect Remy if he wan it to."
"That one of your mutant powers?" Vash joked.
"How ya know Remy a mutant?" Remy joked. "I could be juss fakin'."
"Well I don't know many humans with-" She began. "Red on black eyes."
"Ahh, you noticed." Remy smiled. "You have some inta'esting eyes yo' self."
Remy leaned in a little closer than Vash would have liked. She could feel the warm of his breath on her face and her heartbeat quickened.
"Damn you Remy!" she thought.
"Lovely color." He added.
He had her face cupped in his hand now and they were so close that their noses were touching.
"What're you two still doin' up?"
The voice caused the two of them to spring to their own respective corners of the couch. It was Logan; he had finally made his way back to this end of the mansion.
"Thank god." Vash thought.
Remy turned to face the older man. Logan's face held its usual blank somewhat intimidating stare.
"Remy wus juss gettin' ta know Miss Vashoba." Remy offered with a smile.
"That smile might work on her but it ain't foolin' me." Logan grunted. "I better see ya in class tomorrow, Cajun."
"Course." Remy replied. "Remy a de'cated student."
"Sure," Logan grunted. "Just have ya dedicated ass in class tomorrow. You too, Vash."
And with that, Logan rounded the corner and was up the stairs. Logan had no reason to interfere with the personal lives of the kids. His job was to promote education and nothing else. If they wanted to run around the mansion banging each other than that was no business of his. They weren't his kids. Hell, the Cajun, he was a grown man. He couldn't stop him from doing what he wanted. Let Kurt and 'Ro handle Vash. He was just glad he didn't' have any kids that decided to drop in from the future. Wait a minute, how old is Vash anyway. Never mind. Fuck it. He needed a beer. He couldn't be bothered with this stuff. Vash could hear Logan grumbling to himself all the way up the stairs. Remy and Vash burst into a giggle fit.
"Is he always like dat?" Remy asked.
"Far as I can tell." Vash answered.
Remy slid over next to her again.
"Now," he began. "Where were we?"
He was giving her that look again and it was making her nervous.
"We were talking about how much you love Inuyasha." She interjected.
Remy gave a grunt and leaned back into his seat.
"You don't like Remy do ya?" he asked.
She knew that she was wrong for harboring resentment against him. She couldn't help it. But could she really hold him accountable for things that he hadn't even done yet or now, thanks to the circumstances, would probably never do. But she knew the person he was capable of being and it scared her.
"It's not that I don't like you Remy." She began. "It's just that I don't know you." She finished as she got up to go to the kitchen.
"Well, less get ta know each 'udder." Remy said with a full grin. He followed her out of the room.
She was putting away the fruit that she'd left out and cleaning up her mess. And there he was standing in the doorway waiting. After the last dish was put away, she headed for the door only to find Remy, who refused to let her pass. He slid an arm around her waist and pressed himself closer. She felt herself grow weak in the knees.
"Remy." She squeaked. "Goddam, you Remy." She thought. "You don't even know me." She gasped desperately.
"Well, Remy is tryin' ta get ta know ya." He breathed into her ear.
She could feel her stomach tighten and warmth grow between her legs.
"God you suck, Remy." She moaned.
He just chuckled at the last comment; he could tell he was wearing her down. "No nookie?" he thought. "Who're dey kiddin'?" He nuzzled her neck, kissed it softly and listened for her moan.
"What the hell is he doing?" she thought. "I knew I shoulda stayed in my room." She was so close to giving in; she could no longer keep her breathing steady. "Remember what happened last time?" she warned herself. "The last time you were weak." His hand had crept underneath her shirt and was placed firmly on her breast. "Fuck!" She didn't even want to acknowledge the fact that Remy's thin track pants weren't fairing well in hiding his intentions. She was losing her train of thought. Then suddenly a blessing occurred.
"Excuse me?" a familiar voice croaked.
The two of them quickly sprang apart. Vash's savior was in the form of a thoroughly embarrassed blue, tailed, mutant.
"Kurt!" Vash erupted.
"I am so sorry." Kurt said peaking through two blue fingers before launching into the German version.
"It's okay." Vash stumbled. "I was just leaving."
Vash promptly scooted past Kurt and shot down the hall. Kurt uncovered his eyes and stared intently in Remy's direction.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Wagner." Remy offered with a sheepish grin.
Kurt eyes lowered down the front of the boy and he gave a grunt of disapproval. Remy eventually realized what Kurt was looking at and he quickly tried to cover his burgeoning erection with his heavy brown, duster.
"I suggest you call it a night, Herr LeBeau." Kurt said through gritted teeth.
Remy could tell that Kurt was seething but was trying his best to contain himself.
"Course," Remy said nervously as he rushed past the blue skinned German. "Goodnight." And he shot down the opposite hall to his room. Lucky for him he didn't share it with anyone. He would definitely need his privacy tonight.
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Stay tuned faithful readers. Up Next:
"Vash's Dream: A Blast from the Past- er-Future-Whatever"
---Now the story finally gets to live up to its rating.