Like A Moth To A Flame

Author's Note: ^-^ Thank you all for your wonderful reviews! As for Sensou Tenshi/ Tawny… I apologize… I do know of Ryros but not in Evo… I haven't seen that many and if I did, I probably can't find it anymore… There was one site I saw, I'm currently trying to find it again since I accidentally deleted it from my favorites file.

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St. John flicked his lighter open and close. It had become a habit that he just couldn't stop, or it was just because he didn't want to. He flicked it on and created a fireball that danced in his hands. He loved fire, even as a child he had marveled in the dancing flames. Since his powers had erupted, he could no longer be singed, but he could control the flames. He loved to watch as its mesmerizing flames twisted and turned as he controlled its intensity.

As he gazed into the fireball, he began to wonder what Rogue was doing now. The gothic girl he had bumped into at the theatres intrigued John. More than fire ever did. She was almost just like him. They both hid behind façades to keep people from ever knowing who they really were; it kept them both from getting hurt.

St. John didn't notice Gambit's presence behind him, nor did he notice that the fireball in his hand seemed to mold into a shape of a girl. Unfortunately for John, Gambit did notice.

Gambit couldn't place his finger on it, but the flames were shifting into a shape of someone familiar.

"Hung up on a femme, mon ami?"

St. John fell from his chair and the fireball dissolved in his hand. Shaking his head, Pyro got back on the chair and straightened himself out.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that, mate. I was jus' thinkin'."

Gambit nodded and sighed, turning one of the chairs around and sitting on it. He crossed his arms and laid them on the back of the chair.

" Somethin' botherin' you?" John asked, closing his lighter and placing it in his pocket. He looked at Remy's attire and raised an eyebrow. Gambit wore his usual trench coat, but instead of his short-sleeved turtleneck shirt and his tight black pants, Remy had worn blue jeans with a torn knee and a tight fitting white shirt that showed off his muscular chest. " You really laid it on th'sheila, eh mate?"

Remy nodded, occasionally bumping his chin on his arm. " Oui. Remy t'ought de belle femme would jus' run after him… sure… Remy got ran after all right, mais not by de fille he had in mind."

John laughed and shook his head. " Th' first sheila to ever turn ya down, eh mate? Maybe you should jus' let this one go."

Remy shook his head strictly. "Non, Remy not gon' let de Rogue go."

John went silent. "Rogue?" he asked quietly. Remy nodded and stood up, grabbing a soda from the refrigerator.

" Oui, she be so confusin'! Most filles be in Remy's bed by now, beggin' t' have more… but dis femme not like dat," Remy explained, taking a swig from his can. " She be a challenge… de best one Remy had in his life!"

Pyro couldn't help but frown at his friend. " Sheila's not some game, mate. I mean, what if she gets hurt while you're playin' this?"

Both Remy and St. John were shocked to hear him say that. Remy looked at St. John oddly while John furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Look mate, why don't you just bloody forget th'sheila? You know her mutation and you yourself know how hard it is to cope without touch," St. John said, trying to break the ice between him and Remy.

Remy was still silent and glared at St. John. " Y'know fo' y't' be talkin' dis way about de Rogue… I'd t'ink y'were at'ached t' her…"

St. John gave out a laugh and took out his lighter. Flicking it open and close once more.

" I'm just pointin' som'thin' out, mate. Nothin' ta be curious 'bout."

Remy shrugged and went to his room, leaving Pyro to his thoughts. ' I'm just way over me head here. I need some fresh air.'

With that, John grabbed his coat and went out of the base. He started to walk towards the park; not watching where he was going, he bumped into a certain skunk-haired goth.

"Oww," she groaned, sitting on the ground, trying to console her bruised bum.

St. John chuckled and offered his hand; surprisingly, Rogue took this time. As she got off the ground, she checked her bum to see if there was anything on it, brushing off the dust, she turned to John and sighed.

" We should stop meetin' like this, luv. You could get seriously hurt," John joked. Rogue chuckled and nodded, surprising John with her beauty. He noticed that she wasn't wearing any make-up on, except for a light shade of purple eye shadow and lip-gloss.

" Ah know what ya mean, my butt can't take anymo' o' this torment!" Rogue said, surprising both herself and John for her little joke.

"Is there… somethang on mah face?" Rogue asked, seeing John staring at her at the corner of her eyes. There wasn't even a slight hint of anger but more of curiosity.

"No, It's just… I never saw you smile b'fore. I usually see you with a scowl or glarin' at people." John said softly. "You should do it more often."

"What? Scowlin' or Smahlin'?" Rogue asked lightly.

St. John chuckled and they continued to walk. " But seriously luv, you should smile more often. It lights up your face."

Rogue shook her head. "And risk havin' Gambit take it as a sahn (sign) ta get me in bed?" she asked. "Ah don't thank so."

They laughed again, talking about Gambit and how he wouldn't stop tormenting her. St. John found himself liking the gothic girl's company and Rogue found herself opening up to the flame-addict.

As they reached the edge of the park, St. John sat on a bench and patted the seat next to him. Rogue took the invitation and leaned back on the seat. They sat there in silence, watching the blue sky and enjoying just being with each other.

" So, what made you decide to walk to the park?" John asked curiously, expecting her to snap at him, he added, " You don't have to answer luv, I was just curious."

Rogue shook her head. " It's okay… Ah was just tired and needed ta get away… how 'bout you?"

Pyro shrugged and placed his hands behind his neck. " Gambit came home."

He noticed her eyes dull a bit at the sound of the word 'home' and it made him wonder what had happened to make her so sad.

" Ya know… Ah never had a place ta call home… well… Ah did," Rogue started, her voice so meek, making her look so hopeless and fragile. " But Ah found out that mah mother lied ta me… Ah had ta get away. Ah left what was th'only family Ah trusted…"

St. John felt a sudden pain in his chest, hearing her sound so crestfallen. " I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me that luv."

Rogue smiled softly and looked at John. " Ah don't know why… but Ah feel lahke Ah can tell ya anythin'."

St. John smiled genuinely and gave her a small wink. " Too bad we're th' enemy, eh luv?"

Rogue laughed and nodded. " Yeah… too bad."

As the two laughed, they didn't notice the pairs of eyes watching them through the shrubs.

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Author's Note: My first Ryro and I'm enjoying it! Like how Pryo seems so much like a joker on the outside, yet he has a side that no one but Rogue has ever seen? Like the new Rogue when she's with Pryo? I do. Lol ^-^ I hope you do too!