Authors Note: ah ha! Finally, after drawing it out for way to long, we meet our man! Sorry, but I'm afraid you have to kinda use your imagination a bit with this; for starters Remy has never met Rogue and was never an acolyte...anyway, glazing over that, I hope you like it! Shout out time!
Ishandahalf: aww I couldn't be that cruel to you! I promised you Remy and so Remy you have!
Star-of-Chaos: nope they've never met. I really should have thought about that before I starting writing this story, im sorry :(
Miya Reino: no, I'm not familiar with the series, but im sure it is better than my sorry excuse for fiction However, I'm glad you like it so far, and you don't have to wait any longer for Remy!
Lady Xiu Mei Phoenix: I love that pairing too, always have done, always will do!
One More Star in the Sky
Chapter Four (In which a meeting takes place)
Remy Lebeau lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his hands under his head, the fingers linked together. A young mutant thief living in New Orleans, he had his fair share of problems, just like the rest of the world, but at the moment one in particular played heavily on his mind.
From a young age, he had been betrothed to his childhood friend Belladonna Bordeaux, daughter of the leader of the assassins. Their marriage was suppose to heal the old wounds between the two warring guilds and bring peace, a peace that was sorely needed. It was true that he had cared for Bella once, but he didn't want to marry her, to be stuck in an unhappy marriage from a young age was not an appealing thought.
There was no way out of it though, no matter how much he protested, his father would merely tell him that it was for the 'greater good' and that it was time he accepted it. Many people told him that he should consider himself lucky to have such a beautiful fiancé. It was true that Belle was pretty, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes that made most heads turn, but she was also a demanding, spoilt little princess that Remy knew would be impossible to live with.
To top it all off, there were people that were even more opposed to the marriage than he was. There was Belle's older brother Julien for instance. He had never considered a ladies man like Remy to be good enough for his baby sister, he would be quite happy to see him dead if it meant the wedding wouldn't take place. It would be a solution, yes, but a little bit too permanent for Remy's liking.
"What de hell are y' gonna do Lebeau, dere be no escapin' dis one, y' stuck wit dat chienne whet'er y' like it or not."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch," came a voice from the other side of the room, "is that all ya ever do?"
Remy sat up sharply. Sitting on his desk, was a girl, not much younger than himself, with curious auburn and white striped hair. She was dressed in a knee length with skirt, white knee-high stiletto boots and a thin, white turtleneck sweater. She sat with one leg crossed over the other and was busy examining her nails, not bothering to look up at him as she spoke.
"Who de hell are y' and how did y' get in here?" Remy asked angrily. This house was the guild of thieves! Nobody should have been able to get in undetected.
"So many questions Mr. Lebeau..." she said vaguely, looking up at him this time. "Now lets pick one to start with ta start with."
It was only when she looked up that he could see how truly, breathtaking beautiful this mysterious girl was. She had amazing bright green eyes that looked like emeralds against her pale skin. Her auburn hair was quite short, coming half way down her neck, but the strands at the front were a pure, snow white. Remy kicked himself slightly that he'd shouted at her, it had not been a good first impression.
"Fine, who are y'?"
"Ah'm ya guardian angel sugah. Ah'm here ta look after ya."
He laughed, "nice one chére, who said Remy needed lookin' after?"
"Not mah choice swamp rat, jus' mah job."
"Job? Oh y' gotta give the angel thing a rest chére."
"It's the truth!" she exclaimed indignantly, "ya want proof?"
He merely nodded, folding his arms, smirking ever so slightly. Rogue got up from her seat on the desk and concentrated incredibly hard, until eventually, the small white feathery tips of her impressive wings could be seen on her back. They grew gradually bigger, until they were fully formed, and she looked just like the heavenly being that she was. Now she was the one who was smirking, hands on hips, as Remy stood there looking shocked, unable to speak.
"Happy now?"
All he could do was nod, his jaw hanging open. Rogue retracted the wings; there was no mark on her clothing to indicate they had ever come through.
Whilst he was still staring, Rogue took the time to study him properly. The photo that she had been given of him along with his file definitely did not do him justice. To start with, he had the most unusual, hypnotizing eyes that she had ever seen, ruby red on jet black. He was ruggedly handsome; with dishevelled auburn hair and a little stubble showing through where he had obviously forgotten to shave. Rogue was beginning to seriously think that this job definitely had some perks after all.
"Does mon ange have a name den?" Finally, it seemed as if Remy had learnt how to form coherent sentences again.
"Mar...Rogue, mah name's Rogue." She had had enough of people calling her Marie to last an eternity.
"A rogue angel?" smirked Remy, only to have Rogue roll her eyes at him.
"So," he began again, "tell me why y' t'ink Remy needs divine intervention." He folded his arms and sat back down on his bed, looking skeptical.
"Cos ya got problems sugah, whether ya gonna admit them ta me or not, Ah already know all about ya." On that note, the file containing all Remy's details appeared in her hand.
"Eh hem," she coughed dramatically as she opened it. "Rahte, Remy Etienne Lebeau," she read aloud. She skimmed down a little further in silence, until she looked back up at him, one eyebrow raised.
"A thief?"
"Yep chére, always have been, always will been."
"Oooh that's gonna count against ya..." She murmured.
"Remy not so sure he like y' knowin' everythin' about him chére, 'specially if y' gonna judge." He made a lunge at the file, missing as Rogue held it up high, floating up in the air slightly to gain an advantage.
"Ah ah ah!" she teased, holding it higher, "paws off swamp rat!" Remy glowered darkly, muttering to himself.
"It says here ya got a problem with some girl? Belladonna?"
"Oui," Remy finally relented, sitting back down. "Remy suppose to marry her against his will, dere be no way outta it..."
"Pessimist." She retorted.
"Y' know y' ain't all dat angelic," he bit back.
"Well it wouldn't kill ya ta be a lil nahcer, Ah'm here ta save ya sorry ass an' all ya can do is critisahze!"
"Y' de one who broke int' mon room! Now go away, what's done is done, Remy don' need y' help."
"Ah ain't going Cajun, Ah gotta job ta do. Ah'm here ta see that ya don't have ta marry this girl, ya could try ta be a bit grateful, or at tha very least, helpful!"
"Fine" he sulked, "what y' gonna do?"
"Hmm," mused Rogue as she sat back down on his desk, swinging her legs a little. "Well, we could trah and get her ta fall foah some othah guy, then she wouldn't wanna marry ya. Or...ya could trah and convince her that ya a really bad choice foah a husband, then maybe she won't wanna go through with it. They need at least one of ya ta say 'Ah do' rahte?"
Remy laughed. "It ain't gonna be dat easy mon chére, Belle, she don' give up easy."
"Well ya don't seem ta have any better idea's..."
"Dis' weddin', its suppose t' bring peace between de guilds, mon family ain't jus' gonna stand by an' watch it all fall t' nothin'"
"Well they don't have ta fahnd out until its too late, now, we can go fahnd her tomorra' and trah ta put her off ya."
"Dat's gonna be hard chére, de ladies, dey jus' can't get enough of me." He told her, a cocky grin plastered all over his handsome face. Rogue just rolled her eyes.
"What's it like up dere chére? Heaven I mean..." he asked her quietly.
"It's...different, Ah've only been there a about a month, its taken a lil getting used ta, but its tha kind 'o place where its hard ta be unhappy, though Ah somehow doubt that's unintentional."
His eyes widened a tiny bit. "Only a month? Dat means y' can't be much younger than Remy."
"Ah'm seventeen, woulda turned eighteen in 6 months..."
"How did it happen chére? Why y' up dere so young?"
"Some people really don' lahke mutants sugah, I was unlucky, Ah got caught." She answered him simply, not really wishing to tell all the gory details.
He gritted his teeth and took in breath sharply, anger written all over his features.
"Anyway, Ah should go, let ya get on. Ah'll be back nahce an' early tomorra, then we can go see Belle."
"Alright mon ange, it's a date."
And on that note, she merely sighed, and then disappeared completely.
I'm really not sure why I've decided to be nice to Belle, I hate her and am usually pretty happy when she suffers, but with a shrugging of my shoulders, I'm giving her a break...please don't hate me for that!
Anyway, I'd love to know what y'all think, so review for me? Pretty please! Reviews make my day...