Authors' Note : Well, we're alive . . . yup, we haven't completely disappeared, and nope, this isn't the crossover, that's still in development. But fear not! For the almighty Foofighta and our fabulous Ms. XxFleurdelySxX have created something to tide you over, and suck you back into our web of evilness, sexe, and total chaos.

We miss Remy, too.

And through our collaborative efforts in the crossovers 1 & 2, both Foo and Fleur have come to a conclusion . . .well, two, really. We rock when we write together, and, it's much more fun. Thus Foodelys was born! She was fused from two Remy-obsessed and Xmen loving writers. A hybrid between depressing and action-oriented FooFighta, and fluffy-emotional Fleurdelys (and of course, our newfound mutual NEED for misery, destruction, evil, and lots of sexe). I say evil, because this story is and will be the dark one. Or at least . . . the darkest so far *grins* Doesn't that just make you shiver a bit?

This fanfic is based on what we know about Gambit's life before the Xmen. His childhood in the streets of New Orleans, in the Thieves Guild, with Sinister... Yup, it's been done already, but not in a dark, evil, bad way. At least not in our dark, evil, bad way. *grins* The story's rated PG-13 for now, but the rating might... no, the rating will go up as the chapters come out.

Enjoy!

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Vagabond

Chapter 1

Petit frère

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The sun was horribly hot, making the temperature rise dangerously in the streets of the French Quarter of New Orleans. People walked slowly, complaining about the heat and wiping their forehead with the back of their hand. Unaware, too, of the little kids walking quickly between them, murmuring excuses when they bumped into someone. They didn't seem to be bothered by the heat, dressed up in oversized clothes, their pockets filled with watches, rings and wallets. In a small back alley, two of them were standing near some trash. One of them was taller, with dirty blonde hair, smiling as he watched the smaller one, whose dishelved auburn locks fell over his face, his eyebrows drawn in a light frown over his oversized sunglasses as he lifted a small white stick to his lips. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, and coughed out some smoke, tears welling to his eyes. The older one chuckled. "Y'a wuss, Rem'." Remy glared at him, still coughing.

"Just gimme time, Dan. Dis de first time I try dat," he croaked, and coughed again. Stubborn, he lifted the cigarette to his mouth again and inhaled more smoke, before choking again, his throat burning. The other boy laughed, taking a step back to lean back against the wall, but quickly stopped and stepped forward again, pushing Remy against the wall.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cops! Quick, we gotta hide everyt'in'!" The two boys scrambled to their feet, picking up the stuff they had picked at the market, and managed to fill their pockets with apples and oranges, the ones from Florida, Remy's favorite kind. He dropped one on the ground and bent to pick it up when a loud cry from above made him look up to see two officers running in their direction. He forgot about the orange and broke in a run after Dan, grinning. Escaping the police was fun.

They took a sharp turn right in a backstreet near the end of the street, and then a left behind the bank. Remy knew this part of the city better than he knew his face, and losing the policemen in it was a piece of cake. Their shouts were already fading as they turned left again, ending up on the busy sidewalk, and they ran again, making their way through the crowd to cross the street and run up to the old street to an abandoned warehouse. They quickly went around it to reach the back and, glancing over their shoulders to make sure the police were gone, crawled under the half door.

Remy stood up as Dan scrambled to get the fallen oranges and apples, and they quickly walked to the old staircase, climbed it, and ended in their own haven. Remy smiled, biting into an apple and letting himself fall on his makeshift bed, which was more of a blanket thrown over an old mattress they had found. He landed on his stomach and stared right ahead, taking off his sunglasses and setting them on the small box he used as a night table; their 'room' had a view on the street below, and Remy was happy to see the policemen were nowhere to be seen. He chuckled and turned on his right side, taking another bite of the apple as Dan sat on his own bed, biting his lower lip as he concentrated on the orange he was peeling. "Dat was fun."

Dan snorted, glancing up. "S'not always gonna be fun, Rem'. One o'dese days, y'gonna get caught."

Remy's eyes widened. "Me? Why me?"

The other boy only grinned at him, his blue eyes twinkling. "'Cause I'm better'n faster dan yeh. An' I'm 15, not a 8yr old squirt."

"I'm 9!" Remy yelled, his red eyes blazing. "An' I'm ten times faster dan yeh big ol'slob."

Dan snorted and lunged at him, pinning him on the mattress as he reached down to Remy's waist, running his fingers on his ticklish sides. Remy screamed and laughed, struggling and kicking to get away from Dan's grip. Dan laughed at Remy's vain efforts, reaching up to pin his shoulders on the mattress. "What d'yeh call me, Rem'?"

Remy laughed, squirming to get away. "A big ol' slob! An' I'm not takin' it back!" Dan laughed and pressed harder on Remy's shoulders.

"Yes you will! I'm gonna beat the crap outta yeh if y'don'."

Remy just laughed harder. "Y'wouldn'! Y'always say dat, but y'never do!"

Dan snorted, hesitating a split second before pulling back his arm and crushing his fist on Remy's left cheek. His head snapped back and he yelled out in pain, turning to his side and reaching up to rub his cheek. Dan took a step back, narrowing his eyes as Remy pulled his legs back under him, glaring at Dan with watery red eyes, and prepared to jump at the teen's throat. "Trou de cul!" he yelled in a strangled voice. "Why d'yeh do that for!?"

Dan pursed his lips, rubbing his knuckles. "Yeh're right. I always treathen yeh, but I never do it. S'time fo'yeh t'learn."

Remy got to his feet, his glowing eyes as red as his hurt cheek, and fists balled at his sides as he walked to him, glaring up at Dan's face. "An' why d'yeh care? Y'not m'father, I don' have t'listen t'yeh!"

Dan frowned. He and Remy had met in the orphanage. He had been brought back there by the family who had adopted him for a few years, and taken the five-year-old, red-eyed devil boy under his wing. A year later, when the cruel teasing and regular beatings from the other children had pushed Remy into running away, Daniel had gone with him, to protect him, and to get away, also, from the hell that orphanage was in his eyes.  They had settled in this old warehouse two years before, sharing it with a couple of bums living downstairs, and learned the life on the street the hard way, stealing and pickpocketing money and food to live. They were dirty, but they were free. Dan was only 15, but he still felt protective over the other boy. "Y'listen t'me, 'cause I want what's good fo'yeh."

Remy glared at him, standing his full height, though he still didn't reach Dan's shoulder. "An' who're yeh t'know what's good fo'me?"

Dan sighed, his eyebrows drawing together in a light frown, "I'm the only one who's goin' to try, kid."

Remy's eyes narrowed, and he inhaled sharply, taking a step back. "Fuck you! I don' care anyway. Just leave me alone."

Dan frowned, raising a menacing finger at him, "Yeh kno' I din' say dat t'make yeh angry, Remy. I said it 'cause it was de truth. I'm all yeh got in dis world, an' yeh all I got. Don' fuck it up by gettin' yehself caught or killed or sent back at de orphanage, I mean it."

Remy just stared at him, breathing heavily, his crimson eyes blazing against the black cornea. Dan didn't flinch, though, staring back, and Remy finally looked down, clenching his teeth. "Dat why y'hit me? 'Cause I didn' take what y'said seriously?" he asked, frowning up at him.

Dan nodded slowly, "An' I don' what anythin' t'happen t'yeh, Remy."

The red eyes narrowed again, and the corners of his lips turned up. "Dat means I can hit yeh if you say somet'in' stupid?"

Dan snorted, a small smile creeping up to his lips, "I'd like t'see yeh try."

Remy grinned. "Y'know, y'gonna have t'sleep sooner or later."

Dan snorted but nodded, "Don' tell me what t'do, Rem'." He walked over to his bed, though, and with a heavy sigh fell against it, "Will yeh wake me up in an hour or so?" He asked, his hands over his eyes, "Don' fo'get."

Remy nodded and plopped down on his mattress, looking out. "Why an hour? Y'got somet'in' planned?"

"Mmmm..." He mumbled, not answering, he smiled into his pillow, though, "Not yeh business."

Remy grinned. "Now it is."

He rolled on his side, pulling Remy's pillow out from under his head and smacking him with it. It was a gentle tap, though, more playful than anything, "Not dis time."

Remy groaned and turned onto his stomach, resting his chin on his hands, and stared out the window. "Why not?" he whined, frustrated.

Dan opened his eyes and smiled at him, "Yeh too young now, Rem'... but someday yeh'll understand."

Remy snorted, rolling his eyes. "I'm tired o'hearin' dat. S'not like y'old an' wise or anyt'in'."

Dan stared at him for a few moments and laughed, rolling onto his back, "I'm meetin' someone." He said, rubbing a hand over his face and up through his hair, "Yeh annoyin' yeh kno' dat?"

Remy nodded happily, grinning. "I'm too young, remember? I have t'be. Who are y'meetin'?"

"My... friend." He said, staring at the ceiling. He let out an annoyed sigh, "My girlfriend. Dere. I told yeh. Now y'let me sleep?"

"Yuk." Remy made a face and sat up, reaching for his abandoned apple again. He sighed, taking a huge bite and munching a few minutes before swallowing hard. "I'll wake yeh up at..." he stared out the window and at the great clock on the bus station down the street, "at 4, right?"

Dan chuckled and nodded, rolling onto his side and shutting his eyes, pulling his coat up over him, "Mmhmm, don' fo'get."

Remy nodded and leaned back against the wall, sighing. 'Not fair', he thought. 'I'm tired too.' He sighed again and laid down on the mattress on his stomach again, staring at the people walking on the sidewalks, and the cars rolling in the streets. The sky was a dark grey, and it was obvious it was going to rain soon, and Remy smiled when he heard the first drops fall on the ceiling over their heads. He sighed again, closing his eyes and listening to the rain. He popped his eyes open a while later, though, frowning as he pushed himself up on his hands. He gasped, noticing he had fallen asleep, and narrowed his eyes at the bus station clock. "Merde," he hissed, and crawled to Dan's bed. "Dan, wake up, it's almost 4:30," he said, reaching out to shake Dan's shoulder. He looked up, his eyes red from sleep as he sat up. He took one look at the clock and jumped out of bed.

"Shit Remy!" He yelled, pulling off his pants and running over to grab the clean pair on the chair, "Fuck!" He pulled on the pants and half-slipped into his shoes, checking himself in the broken mirror and giving Remy an angry glance before running out the front door, slamming it hard behind him.

Remy stared at the door, swallowing, and sat down on the bed again with a loud sigh. He pulled his knees against his chest, resting his chin on them, and hugged his legs tight. "I'm sorry, " he mumbled, hoping against hope that the girl would still be there. He stayed that way a while before he fell asleep in that same position. He woke up hours later, the room dark around him, when he heard steps in the stairs outside the room, he glanced warily at the door, and waited for Dan to come in.

He walked in with a small smile on his lips. His shirt collar was open, and his shoes were untied. He looked even more disgruntled than he did when he left, but in a good way this time. He shut the door quietly behind him, jumping slightly when he saw Remy's red eyes pearing out at him. "Jesus Remy," he said, running a hand through his messy hair in an attempt to flatten it.

"I'm sorry Dan," he said, hugging his knees closer. "I hope y'weren' late 'cause o'me..."

He sighed, frowning as he walk over to crouch in front of Remy. He gave him a toothy grin, "She forgave me, Rem'. S'all right."

He nodded. "I didn' wanna fall asleep. I just... did."

Dan nodded and his smile widened. "Things worked out fo' de best," he said, slapping the tops of his thighs and getting to his feet. "Makin' me late was de best t'ing yeh coulda done... jus' don' do it again." He grinned down at him before turning around, walking over to lay on his bed.

"Alright," Remy answered, laying on his side. "What're we gonna do tomorrow?"

Dan shook his head, shutting his eyes and lacing his fingers across his stomach, "I don' kno' Rem', you pick."

Remy only sighed, closing his eyes. "I dunno. I'd like t'eat somet'in' else dan apples all de time," he said softly, closing his eyes and resting his head in his pillow.

Dan opened his eyes and turned to face him, frowning slightly, "Well what do yeh want, den?"

He kept his eyes shut, and shrugged. "I dunno, somet'in' else," he said in a sleepy voice.

He snorted, "Well yeh t'ink on dat, Remy, den y'get back t'me."

His only answer was a sleepy sigh as he pulled his coat over him, curling in a ball. "I'll t'ink," he whispered in a yawn.

Dan nodded and sighed, shutting his own eyes. He couldn't sleep, though, and a glance over at his young friend only made his smile widen. He loved that kid, he really did.

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