Ishandahalf: your review made me laugh; you actually put something that's in this chapter of the story! Are you a telepath in disguise? Yep, Remy can see Rogue, but no one else can... and fire of a thousand suns? I honestly thought I was the only person who used that phrase, turns out I was wrong! With Belle, I generally follow the rule of "don't just hate, annihilate," but I think if Rogue was an angel, she would try and do the right thing, make sense?
Star-of-Chaos: I'm glad you thought it was cool :) that chapter worried me lots, it was that one scene that made me come up with this whole story...
Miya Reino: I've already written quite a bit of this story, and im ashamed to admit that parts of it do feel a bit rushed. Not because I want to cram it all in, I just lack decent story-writing skills :( your review did make me think about that though, its certainly something I'll bear in mind for the chapters yet to be finished. Romyness is to come! I promised you romy, and denying my reviewers would be like denying myself. The plot bunnies send their love by the way...
Roguewanderer: ahh you're just the same! Perhaps you and my friend are in cahoots, I'm really glad you like the story though, encouragement always makes me happy! As for reactions...you'll have to wait and see ;)
So anyway...
One More Star in the Sky
Chapter Five (In which we take two steps forward, and one step back)
"Hey swamp rat, time ta wake up!" Rogue softly sang into Remy's ear. The sleepy Cajun groaned and rolled over, pulling a pillow over his head.
"Why y' up botherin' Remy so damn early chére?" he grumbled.
"Ah don't really need sleep anymore sugah, so Ah'm up with tha lark as they say."
"But does Remy really have t' as well?"
"Yes! We should get an early start on tha whole Belle thing." Remy ignored her reasoning completely, instead choosing to bury himself further into his bed. In the end, Rogue decided that her first approach obviously wasn't going to work, and opted for a slightly more...direct one. Picking the soft pillow up from the bed, she gave him a sharp whack over the head with it.
"Saprist! Chére!" he exclaimed, rubbing his head as he sat up in bed. "Dat ain't nice!"
"Well c'mon! Up!" she told him forcefully. Remy got out of bed, grabbed some clothes and began to walk towards the bathroom, muttering something to himself about angels from hell. Eventually, he emerged in a fitted black t-shirt that showed off his toned physique and a pair of worn blue jeans. Rogue bit her lip, dammit, why did she have to be dead?
He grabbed the brown trench coat that he was never without of the back of a chair as he left the room, Rogue in tow.
-o-o-o-o-
"Mon dieu! Look everyone, Remy's actually awake before midday!" his father Jean-Luc teased in mock amazement as Remy walked down the stairs.
"An' a bonne mornin' t' y' too pere." Remy replied a little bitterly as he sat down at the table with everyone else for breakfast.
"So why are y' up so early Remy, s'very unlike y'" his sister in law Mercy asked him as she buttered her toast.
"Jus' a naggin' little voice in the back o' Remy's mind tellin' him he shouldn' sleep in," he told her, shooting a quick glare at Rogue who had taken a vacant seat at the table opposite him. She gave him an innocent look back.
Breakfast didn't last long. Everyone seemed to have places that they needed to be, whether it was for work or pleasure, so nobody hung around. Remy took the opportunity to slink off out of the house without any questions being asked.
Belle's family didn't live far from Remy's, and the day was a pleasant one so he decided to walk instead of taking his beloved motorcycle.
"So chére, do y' have any idea what Remy's gonna say t' Belle?" He asked Rogue who was walking along side him.
"Nope, just kahda wingin' it. Ah'm not sure we should be discussin' this rahte now sugah, no-one else can see me remember? People are gonna see ya walking along the road talkin' ta yaself an' think ya crazy."
"Already seein' angels chére, seems a logical step t' me."
They rounded the corner and found themselves standing outside an enormous mansion, set back from the road, an ornate iron gate keeping them out. Remy took out his bo staff from one of the inside pockets of his coat. Extending it to its full length with the press of a button, he used it to vault neatly over the gate, careful to avoid the alarms he knew were in place.
He sauntered up the winding driveway, stopping outside the large wooden front door. Politely, he rang the bell, only to have Belladonna herself answer.
"Remy!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck, "y' came t' see me!"
"Belle," said Remy sternly as he unwrapped himself from her embrace. "Remy t'inks we should have a lil talk."
"Bout what chére?" she asked him, closing the door behind her as they started to walk through the huge gardens, side by side, Remy sandwiched in between Rogue and Belle.
"Y' so sure y' wanna go through with dis wedding thing?" he asked Bella gravely.
"O' course I wanna marry y'!" Belle exclaimed.
"Remy ain't gonna make a very good husband, t'ink y' should be warned."
Belle stopped in her tracks, folding her arms stubbornly over her chest.
"An' why exactly would y' be such a bad husband?"
"Errm..." Remy started. He was stuck, he hadn't actually thought of any reasons he could give her. He threw Rogue a frantic searching look to indicate she needed to help him think of something, and fast.
"Oh just make up some lil white lies sugah, say you have commitment issue or something. Or that you'd be lookin' at otha women the whole tahme, she won't lahke that!" Rogue told him. He nodded, pretending to Bella that he was in deep thought.
"Y' know Remy ain't very good at de whole 'commitment' t'ing, an' he have a wanderin' eye, y' don' wanna husband who's always lookin' at ot'er filles."
"But Remy, I know dat would all change once we get married!" she said wistfully.
"But..." he started again, growing a little more desperate.
"No!" she forcefully cut him off. "Listen LeBeau, I know dat y' don' want dis wedding t' go t'rough, but we're getting married, y' hear me! Whet'er y' want t' or not! Now I t'ink its best if y' leave before Julien sees y'!" on that note, Belle stormed off back towards the house, leaving Remy and Rogue standing there, looking a little bewildered.
"Well, that was interestin'..." Rogue stated.
"Y' got any more bright ideas chére?" Remy asked sarcastically as they started to walk back down the driveway, away from the mansion.
"Ok! It didn't go quahte as smoothly as Ah had planned! We can think o' somethin' else."
"Well we better t'ink quick, time be runnin' out." They reached the iron gates and Remy used his staff to exit the same way he had entered.
"Ah'll go an' ask around, see if anyone upstairs has any brahte ideas."
"Au revoir chére," he said as she disappeared.
-o-o-o-o-
"Faye?" Rogue asked tentatively as she walked into the apartment. Faye was sitting at the table, writing notes into her white case folder. She looked up when Rogue called her name, taking the thin silver glasses she wore when she was writing off.
"Ah wanted ya advice..." Rogue asked, sitting down at the table opposite Faye.
"Course, what's the matter?
"Well tha guy Ah'm looking afta, Remy, he's suppose ta marry this girl against his will. Ah thought we should go see her and tell give her loadsa reasons not ta marry him, so she wouldn't want ta either, but it didn't work! She wants ta make him suffer anyway!"
"Hmm, so you want some other ideas?" Faye asked, chewing on the arm of her glasses a little. Rogue nodded.
"Ah thought mebbe we could get her ta fall in love with someone else, then she wouldn't need Remy. Could we do that?"
"You can't actually force people to fall in love, but you could go and see Cupid, he could help, or at least tell you if its possible." Faye told her.
"Ah should o' guessed..."
"It might be one of those things that needs to be put through Gabriel first though, ask Mark, he knows about stuff like that."
"Rahte, thanks, see ya later."
Rogue left Faye to her notes and took the elevator down to the main office. She wasn't interested in going to see Mark, that could wait; she was interested in finding Cupid himself.
It took her a while to find the right section of the large office room, and even longer to find the small office that belonged to Cupid. After being made to wait for ages by his pushy secretary, she was finally allowed in.
Cupid's office seemed to the exception in the "all white" theme than ran through the place. Granted the walls, floor and furniture were white, but there were large red and pink hearts everywhere. Rogue surveyed the interestingly decorated office, raising an eyebrow. Cupid himself was sitting behind his desk in a comfy looking, swivelly chair. He beamed when he saw Rogue.
"Come in my dear!" he called to her flamboyantly, wildly gesturing to a chair on the other side of the desk. Rogue quietly shut the door behind her before taking her seat.
"I understand you're interested in doing a little some matchmaking..." he enquired.
"Yeah, Ah need to stop a weddin', Ah thought ah could make tha bride-ta-be fall in love with someone else."
"Yes, that could work..." he mused, leaning back in his chair, fingertips touching. "You would need to find someone for her to set her up with though, I can't just create someone new for you, do you have any ideas for who might do?"
"No, not yet, Ah just wanted ta know if it would be possible, Ah wouldn't be breakin' any laws or anythin'?"
"Not with me my dear!" he told her brightly, "the bride and groom though, were they destined to be together? I'm afraid I couldn't let you do it if they were!"
Just the idea of Remy and Belle being made for one another made Rogue laugh. "Nah, he hates her too much, it's an arranged marriage."
"Well in that case! Go right ahead my dear!"
"Thanks, Ah'll let ya get on then..." she got up and turned to leave.
"Good luck!" Cupid called after her.
-o-o-o-o-
Remy carried on walking, whistling a little to himself as he went. Suddenly, he felt a small, sharp object hit him on the back of the head. He rubbed the spot it had hit and turned around to see where it had come from. Behind him was Julien, accompanied by two other angry assassins.
"Hey Lebeau, what have I told y' bout comin' near mon sister!" he yelled at Remy.
"Merde," Remy breathed in quietly, he did not need this today.
"I t'ink y' need t' be taught a lesson Lebeau, an' dats jus' what I'm gonna do." He threated. Remy readied himself for the fight he just knew was coming, Julien was renowned for his violent temper.
Before he knew it, the two assassins that had been on either side of Julien attacked. Remy quickly extended his staff, using it to swipe one attacker of his feet before he could get the first punch in. There was a sharp blow to his face from the other assassin, causing him to reel back a little from the force. From his sleeve, he flicked out a card, charging it quickly and throwing it with amazing skill and accuracy. The explosion that followed was enough to send the one conscious assassin flying backwards across the sidewalk, now Remy was left facing Julien.
"Y' good Lebeau, but not as good as me."
Julien launched himself at Remy, who narrowly avoided the blow. Julien had quick reflexes though, before Remy knew it he had received a couple of punches to his face, they stung a little but he shrugged it off. Remy charged more cards and quickly threw them one after the other towards Julien.
"It don't have t' be like dis Julien!" Remy yelled between punches and explosions.
"Oui! It does! Y' never be good enough for her!"
Remy grabbed his staff from the floor where it had rolled after one particularly vicious punch. He swiped at Julien, hitting him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and making him bend over double. He quickly brought the staff round into the back of Julien's knees, causing him to collapse, breathless and bleeding, as was Remy.
"Don't t'ink dis is over LeBeau!" He screamed as he crawled away. Remy fell to his knees on the pavement, breathing heavily. He was covered in cuts and bruises from the attack, at least Julien and his lackeys had come of worse though. There was nobody around, and so he lay down, closing his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring up at an angelic face, framed by soft white hair, concerned green eyes staring deeply into his own.
"Oh thank gawd ya ok," she said, breathing out deeply. She offered a hand, helping him sit up and knelt down beside him, then buried her face in her hand.
"Ah'm the worse guardian angel ever, how could Ah have let this happen?"
"Ain't y' fault chére, y' were busy."
"Still! Ah'm meant ta be looking after ya! Just look at ya..." her fingertips touched the side of his face, tracing the cuts and bruises ever so softly. He closed his eyes and leant into her touch ever so slightly, thinking how nice it felt.
"C'mon sugah, lets get ya home, Ah'll tell ya all about what Ah was doing when I should have been down here helping ya." Using Rogue as a lever, he pulled himself up but didn't let go of Rogue's hand, walking back like that the whole way home.
I think outta all the chapters I've done, I like this one the most. I dunno why though...I like Cupid too! However small his cameo role was, I based him off a friend of mine who always makes me laugh, he's a lot of fun...
Anyway, the more you review, the more I love you! So please, review review review!