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Summary: Like the title says, Prologue to the Hurt of the Past and the Love of another. If you hadn't read that yet, you may be a wee bit confused. Not by a lot but still, it would help you to read that one first. But hey, who am I to tell you what to do?

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Tragic Remembrances: Prologue to the Hurt of the Past.

Chapter 2: Duty Calls

Rogue rolled over in her bed, nearly falling off.

" C'mon Roguey, get up. . We need t' report t' Mags!" shouted her brother.

Rogue grabbed the covers and pulled them up over her head in a desperate attempt to shield the light streaming into her room.

" Ah don't wanna. . . Find someone else.." she whined.

Rogue pulled up her hand over her eyes to shield her eyes. Spike smirked lightly before ripping the covers out of her grasp.

" Roguey, dere be no time fo' dis. . . C'mon, we already late. . "

Rogue sighed deep in her throat and heaved herself up from the bed, her vision still blurry from sleep.

" Fine. . . Fine. .. " she grumbled.

Spike watched in amusement as she stumbled her way into the bathroom.

" Hurry it up in dere, y' only got five minutes!"

Rogue grumbled loudly through the bathroom door making Spike chuckle aloud.

While in the bathroom, Rogue examined herself carefully. Her long white bangs fell carelessly across her eyes, framing her delicately pale face. She wore pajamas with little penguins splayed randomly across them. If anyone else had seen her in those, they would've sworn that she had lost her mind.

' No one can resist de' penguins… ' she thought to herself.

Grunting to herself, Rogue went through her usual routine of using the restroom, taking a shower, brushing her teeth, and doing her hair. Pulling her auburn hair up into a high ponytail, she once more stared at herself in the mirror.

She wore a long sleeved white peasant shirt, red leather gloves, and dark denim jeans with her usual combat boots. Around her neck was a silver ball chain, not the usual ones that could be found in Spencer's, but the ones that were the size of marbles. In her ears were two pairs of silver hoops, that dangled precariously. Glancing at her watch, she sighed to herself.

' Guess it's time to get this over with…'

Opening the bathroom door, she found herself greeted by her bright eyed twin. He stood there, his hands placed on his hips in a characteristic mock pose of her. He wore a wife beater shirt and faded jeans that were torn at the knees. He also wore his distinctive brown cowboy boots with the little spurs at the bottom which clicked every time he walked. A piece of his white streaked hair fell over the left side of his face, blocking Rogue's vision of his other eye.

" Ah'm ready…"

Spike rolled his eyes in pretend annoyance.

" It's 'bout time…Ah've been waitin' fo' almost twenty minutes now…"

Rogue stuck her tongue out at him.

" Whateva, let's just go now.."

Spike nodded his head at her and began to exit her room, with Rogue following reluctantly after. Not that he could blame her, he didn't even want to go today but it wasn't like they had much choice.

Once more the T.M.A. had called them for another job. Though they were supposed to be exiled from the place after the incident that seven years ago, the T.M.A. felt that it was still the duty of all agents to still serve their superior officers.

While walking down the hallway, both Rogue and Spike passed by the solarium (solarium: a room with all glass windows and doors a.k.a. sunroom) . Aspen sat staring serenely out the window, his sapphire blue eyes glittering with tranquility.

" Hey Aspen, we got t' get goin' now… Do y' know where Aurora is?" Spike yelled out.

Aspen glanced up at Spike, his eyes sparkling vibrantly.

" I don't quite know, she disappeared earlier this morning, saying something about having to focus her chi and not being here for a while."

Rogue rolled her eyes in irritation.

" Isn't that just convenient, her needin' t' find her chi right when we need t' go report t' de boss?"

Aspen shrugged lightly.

" Eh don't quite know about all of that there, Luv. Though it does seem a bit strange that she must find herself at this exact time, but Aurora doesn't usually flake out on us."

Spike nodded his head in agreement.

" I gon' have t' agree wit' Aspen dere, Roguey. Aurora be pretty reliable. Unlike some people we know…"

Aspen smiled nervously and blushed.

" I told you, I had some prior business to attain to…"

Spike narrowed his eyes suspiciously at him.

" Riiight…"

Aspen shrugged nonchalantly.

" Shall we go then?"

Spike and Rogue stared at each other momentarily, then shrugged.

" Sure….what transportation should we use today?"

Aspen stroked his chin thoughtfully.

" Well we could use the subtle approach…"

Rogue interjected quickly.

" Or we can make an entrance.."

Spike grinned mischievously.

" Are y' t'inking what ah'm tink'in?"

Rogue smirked while Aspen looked completely clueless.

" I don't know Spike but how are we going to have someone drink turpentine and swallow a lit match at the same time?"

Rogue's jaw dropped open as she stared dumfounded at Aspen.

" Wow, now that was reaaally stupid."

Spike was too busy laughing beside her to notice the look upon her face. After a moment of silence, they all decided It was time to leave.

They had used a complex form of rock, paper, scissors to decide which vehicle they were going to take and remarkably ( --;) motorcycles won.

The roar of the motorcycles engines died down as they pulled up to the front of the warehouse. Stepping off their bikes, they walked carefully into the huge complex.

" Welcome, nice to see that you could grace us with your presence…"

Whipping around, the trio found themselves face to face with Nathaniel Essex. His slimy black hair fell across his face, making his forehead look shinier than it originally was. He wore an overly dramatic long black cloak that covered up his entire body, save his head.

" Nice t' know y' care dere, Essex.."

Essex snarled in annoyance.

" Whatever, I do not have long to speak.."

All three of them snapped to attention as they heard the stern tone in his voice.

" Yes sir." they said in unison.

Essex straightened his back and glared at them with his red tinted eyes.

" The Master wants you to go back to New Orleans.."

Rogue frowned internally. She knew where this was going to lead.

" It turns out that the guild wars have begun to intensify between the Thieves Guild and the Assassins Guild, causing for unnecessary tension. If this is not relieved it could result in the loss of many innocent lives."

Spike narrowed his eyes.

" So you want us t' go "fix" the problem eh?"

Essex frowned at him .

" Do not interrupt me. As I was saying you three are to return to New Orleans. When you get there, you shall receive all the information that you need to govern the situation. "

" What situation?"

Essex glared over at Rogue.

" Apparently, Jean Luc LeBeau plans to marry between the guilds in attempt to ease the tension. Our sources have received information from Candra the tithing benefactress, that it shall not succeed."

" Why?" came a bored English voice behind him.

Essex sighed to himself.

" Because Aspen, the one he wishes to marry have their own issues that remain unresolved."

" Who?"

Essex sneered.

" Who what?"

Rogue snarled back at him.

" Who are they planning t' marry? Ah know fo' a fact dat they already have Henri LeBeau married already, unless he gon' commit adultery ah don't think he could be the one marryin'.

Essex rolled his eyes.

" Obviously you don't know enough or you would've know that Henri isn't Jean Luc's only son."

Aspen's eyes widened.

" Are you talking about his adopted son, the one they found on the streets?"

Essex nodded his head in conformation.

" Yes, Jean Luc plans to marry him to the daughter of Marius Bordreaux."

" Of the Assassins Guild?" exclaimed Spike incredulously.

Essex, tired of glaring, continued.

"That is correct Spike. But the problem is Marius Bordreaux's son, Julien. He holds an unresolved hatred against Jean Luc's son. This hatred shall become the guild's down fall if we do not interfere."

Rogue nodded her head at him, quickly becoming bored with the news.

" So what do ya want us t' do about it?"

Essex shuddered, trying to hold in his anger.

" The Master wants you to remedy the situation from even happening. "

Spike stared at him.

" How?"

Essex stared coldly at all three of them.

" We want you to eliminate Remy LeBeau."

Oohooo I know a cliffy. Yeah, I'm just a bad child and should be treated as such.

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