By: Lady Lowe
Disclaimer: Read Chapter One.
AN: Well, FF.N won't let me read more than 52 reviews, but it says that I have more than that, so I decided to do that FanFiction review alert and at least I got eight reviews from that. Which means that I'm missing…*counts on fingers* I duno. I only have reviews from June 12th and onward. Anyway. Oh, um, I like kick-ass Wanda. I don't like the Wanda that's all: "I don't hate my father anymore." So, in this story, she's still cool that she wants to kill her father. I love it.
Rogue Worrior Spirit – Damn those psyches.
Yoshi – Muchos kudos to you, honey, for helping me with the translations.
Prettyputty – It's starting to grow on me. *grin*
Comet-hime – I know! I just couldn't let Rogue and Remy not be able to experience the wonders of fluffiness. And, I couldn't think of anything and I figured that her glove might be nice as well since, well, the scarf was already taken. (Great story, may I add.)
Kanshisha Tenshi – But the evil guys are always too cool. Addiction's are just…too good.
Legalos Luver – Well, I'm glad that you took the time to read it. I was hesitant, tambien, to post this up because of the drugs but I figured…you know what? It's Rogue and Remy, and who wouldn't want to read a Rogue and Remy!?
Monique – You are just a sweetums. I was wondering where I saw that from but I knew that I just absolutely loved it on her so I wanted to add that in. Also, if you guys haven't noticed, I'm trying to also put in some cartoon series/comic series shots in here.
Pandora's Box – Ahh. I was wondering when I would be able to hear from you!
Snow Bitch – Nice name. Thanks. x]
VenusPrincess – YOU ARE CURRENTLY MY FAVORITE PERSON OUT OF THE WHOLE WORLD. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER. AND I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU KNOW WHO SENSES FAIL IS!!!!!!! And we are defitnately having more St. John. Now, don't hate me or anything, but I'm not really that into slash so the Bobby/St. John thing…but just for you I'll make sure that they're…
Cara Mia
Tokyobabe2040 – Arigatou, Tokyo-chan. -=D
Buffyangelus – DID YOU SEE THE LAST EPISODE?! DID YOU SEE IT?! AND DID YOU SEE HOW SHE KISSED ANGEL AND THEN TOLD HIM TO GO AWAY?! MAN, AM I PISSED. Oh, hey, thanks for reviewing. *wink*
Oh, and another thing. Thanks to Goldylokz for getting me to like Poe. Her story is "Nine to Five."
Self IndulgedBy: Lady Lowe
Chapter Six: Your Own Funeral
Slam.
Rogue walked in.
Twelve eyes looked expectantly at her.
Her face was pissed.
One pair ran, three pairs said goodnight, the second-to-last drifted with an almost gloating look to her room, and the last still dared to look like she was waiting for something.
Rogue glared.
The other girl continued to stare dreamily. "Are you just going to stand there or, like, dish out the details?"
"Are yah goin' to jus' sit there like a fish, or like, are yah goin' ta sleep?" Rogue mocked Kitty, gruffly yet playful enough for Kitty to understand that she wasn't upset at her.
"Girl! It musta been, like, so unbelievably fun! I can see it in your eyes," Kitty teased as if her life didn't depend on it.
The girl that was not longer sopping wet but still cold from the short dress, and still covered with the musky trench coat, allowed one tiny flicker of a smile before heading off to take a shower.
* * *
"He wants to see you," an unfriendly growl reported in front of Remy.
"T'ank y', Hairball." Remy muttered under his breath as he passed by Sabretooth. Suddenly, the front of his shirt was helping pinning him against the wall.
Acid breath streaked across his face, "What did ya say?"
Remy's eyes displayed anger. "You better take your hands off m', homme. Remy didn' have such a wond'rful night."
"What, ya din't get the girl of your dreams?"
"Sabretooth, take your hand off him. And, Gambit, give me the pleasure of your company."
* * *
"It was fine, Kitty. We had a…picnic in a park – actually, it's kin'a far from here which I'm completely thankful fo'. What mo' is there t'say?" Rogue slipped on her pajamas, applying a fresh amount of lotion onto her face.
Kitty sat straight up before clickety-clacking on her laptop. "Did ya kiss?"
"KITTY!"
She phased through as a pillow sailed through her. "I'm just asking, Rogue! Can't hurt, can it?"
Rogue responded back coolly, "An' why woul' that interest yah?"
A squeal pierced through her ears. "YOU DID! OHMIGOD! HOW?!"
Clickety-clack.
"What yah writin' over there? Nothin' 'bout meh, right?" She leaned precoriously close to Kitty.
"Rogue! Don't worry about it, I'm just working on a DBQ explaining how the Byzantine Empire is the Second Rome for Social Studies." She maximized to a Word document that had a thesis, and nine pages, still going. There was also another little box that was blinking. Blushing, Kitty tried to X out of it but Rogue caught the words:
It's so nice to hear from you again, Katya.
"Ah wonda who this could be…" Rogue mused, prepared for turning the tables around. "A secret admirer? Oh no, wait, Ah wonder what Lance would think…Does Lance even know about this, 'Katya'?"
"Like, shut up, Rogue. You know that Lance doesn't know about this." She continued still with the tinges of red betraying her, "Besides, it's not, like, there's anything to this. We just started chatting online after I needed a little help for Russian."
"Uh huh. An' then the bogeyman came afte' me an' swept me off my legs an' left like Santa Claus. Ah wonder when did Ah eve' hear that befoh…"
Kitty rolled her eyes. "You know that something, like, bad happened, is happening, or going to happen when Rogue starts trying to make a joke. Wonderful."
"Like, ya Ah know!"
Knock, knock.
"Scott?"
"Jean?!"
* * *
"Take a seat, any seat. Hopefully, this won't take long." Erik Magnus Lehnsherr, better known as Magneto, sat down on the other side of a big wooden desk.
"Watsup, homme." Remy sat in a chair and kicked his feet up on top of the desk.
Giving him a look, he decided to proceed as planned. "As you know, my son, Quicksilver, is trying to lead the Brotherhood. However, I fear that the one name as Avalanche will start a mutiny. Quicksilver is the only way as to where I can have control over the Brotherhood. With Mystique gone, I don't know what more that I can do. I would ask for you to try to tame them once again after the first incident, however, I have decided that I will let my son do what he needs to do."
"Remy glad 'bout dat." He winked at Magneto. "Usually, Remy de ladies' man – not a babysitter."
"I am getting increasingly tired of your comebacks and your little jokes. Moving along, I have let Pyro take care of the Scarlet Witch. She has become an increasing annoyance for my plans, and seeing as how you have your hands full, this is why I let Pyro take hold of her. Also, because you are part of my arrangement and I don't need Wanda to destroy you when you try to charm your way through to her."
"Oh, mon ami, dat hurt Remy so bad."
Magneto flashed him another withering look. "I've noticed that you have been quite taken with the girl named Rogue." His answer was a blank look. "Yes, I see that you've also taken her out tonight. I paged you, and must I remind you that incompetence will not be tolerated.
"I paged you so that we could put this plan into action, so that we could get all the necessities into order! How dare you defy me?"
He banged his hand on the desk. "You are to remember how I got you away from your troubles. This is your only salvation, boy. I do not need you to jeopardize me because of your foolish emotions.
"I wonder what Jean-Luc would say when he knows that – "
"Don' say no more, homme. Remy knows what he b' doin'. Dere's no need t'be watchin' ot'er people's backs when you can't even watch your own." He dropped his feet loudly and swiftly approached the door. He tried to open the metallic door before realizing that Magneto was keeping it shut.
"I have not finished. I need her, Gambit. I need her almost as much as you do. In fact, I think I need her more than you will ever need her. She is a valuable asset to rid the world of mutant-hating humans. We need her to put this behind us. I need her. You need her." Using his powers, Magneto had a small object fly over in front of Remy's face.
"I need you to do this as soon as possible."
Remy kicked the door open and grabbed the device before grumbling under his breath at Erik, "Pouvoir vous marchez dans les mains du diable sur votre propre."
* * *
Rogue took an automatic defensive stance. "What are ya'll doin' here? Both of yah?"
"Well, I came to check up on you guys – "
"I just wanted to know how the date – "
"Date? What date? What's so special about Kitty's date?"
"No, Scott, it wasn't Kitty's date, it was Rogue's. So how did it go, Rogue? Were you able to touch him?"
Rogue was ready to attack Jean before Kitty held her back. Calming herself down, she told them both quietly, "Ah don' want ya'll here. Ah'm goin'ta ask ya'll nicely ta get out before someone gets hurt."
"Sorry to hear that, Rogue. We all kind of thought that maybe he could help you, y'know? Oh, well, I'm glad that he didn't end up like Cody. Goodnight, Rogue!"
Jean disappeared as Rogue resisted the greater urge of ripping out her perfect hair from the "perfect" girl.
"Is there something that you, like, want, Scott?" Kitty broke the silence.
"I've never heard Jeannie so mean." Scott mused. "And this date thing, is that why you were smiling before?" He looked at Rogue who only stared back with a stony stillness. "Ah, I see. Umm…women stuff, right? Never mind, I just wanted to say goodnight, and good job at the Danger Room session. I was just watching the tapes. You sure did give that Acolyte a cruel beating." He went to give Rogue a condescending pat on the shoulder before leaving.
"That was the most, like, disturbing thing I've ever witnessed. Do you think that maybe Jean's just jealous of you and that's why she got all, like, upset?"
"Who cares anyway, Kitty? It's not like me an' him are goin'ta be togethah anytime soon."
Beep beep.
The transmitter was ringing.
* * *
Remy cursed at himself when he returned back to his quarters. He realized that he had left the only way where Mags could contact him. Fingering the delicate metal bracelet, he pondered on what it could be. Most likely it was to shut Rogue's power off.
Why would Magneto do that?
Remy continued to muse. The man was more than just a little over the age for Rogue. He scoffed. Since when did Mags ever need anyone? He was as egocentric as they could come.
(quite taken)
(salvation)
(In fact, I think I need her more than you will ever need her)
(papa)
Remy brushed those thoughts away. He had a task on hand. And may he be damned, but he wanted to be with Rogue, right now.
A quick, light tap at the door, and a man with orange hair burst in. "'Ello, mate. How'd the date go?"
Remy's hand immediately produced a playing card. He fiddled with it before answering back nonchalantly, "Since when were you so interested in what Remy b' doin'? Don' seem like you eve' cared."
John leaned against the doorframe. "You know that sheila that tries to kill Magneto? Wanda? Looks like this boy here is gonna take her down."
Remy produced a smile. "An' den we all die, eh? Looks like de plan is going to go very well." He checked the time and then stood up. "Remy leavin' now, homme. You tell dat t' anyone dat wants t' know."
St. John nodded his head, taking out his Zippo. "What d'ya think Mags'll say?"
"Dunno. Don' care, eit'er."
The pyromaniac shrugged his shoulders before walking out and heading to his own room. "Well, it's your own funeral."
"T'anks fo' de encouragement, mon ami," Remy replied sarcastically.
"Like you needed any. Now, if you don' mind, mate, I'm off to write another book."
"T'ose cheesy romance t'ings? Pfft," he blew from his teeth. Shit! Rogue had his trench. Which meant that besides the transmitter, she also had his cigarettes.
FUCK!
* * *
"Tell him that yah can meet him tonight. Ah'm sure that Ah could set yah guys up. Mind yah, ya'll have ta be back befoh four-four thirty in the mornin'." Rogue thought pensively, "Well, it's almos' twelve so Ah suggest that yah get this plan inta action. An' Ah promise ta not tell Lance that yah go out in the middle of the night to meet this guy that yah met from online."
Kitty looked at the screen wistfully. "Deal?"
"Deal."
With an insolent smirk, Kitty typed furiously.
Sprite:
Can you meet me outside at the Bayville Park?
Colossus:
Wouldn't you rather meet somewhere less conspicuous than the park?
Sprite:
Good point.
"Where, Rogue? Where can we meet?"
"Outside from here? Why're yah lookin' at meh like that? It's not like Ah know everything!"
"Rogue!"
"Ok, ok, um, maybe yah could meet him outside o' the premises of the mansion. What, why yah lookin' at meh like that?"
"Y'know, Rogue…premises is, like, a big word for you."
"Do yah plan on livin' to see him, later, Kitty-cat?"
Sprite:
Do you know the X-Mansion?
Sprite: Maybe you could
meet me outside of the premises of the mansion.
Colossus:
It would be my pleasure, Katya.
Colossus has signed off.
Kitty let out another squeal that made Rogue feel as if her ears were bleeding.
"Kitty, it's not somethin' ta get so excited 'bout. Ah mean, yah haven' even seen the man!"
"Like, shut up, Rogue. With hair on your guy's head, I don't even, like, understand why you of all people would be complaining. And that fuzz on his chin? Are you serious? That was, like, so two years ago."
Rogue nodded approvingly. "That was nice, Ah admit, that was better. Yah might have ta work on the insults, but Ah think Ah'll let yah pass on this one. Now get outta here befoh he's out there and he has no pretty Katya to wait fo'."
Kitty nodded and gave her a brief hug before standing at the balcony. "Umm…Rogue? I've never…well…you know…"
The other girl turned around and raised her eyebrow lightly. She threw the trench coat down and picked up the transmitter that was still beeping slightly. "Oh, yeah. Jus' phase an' then phase back up. Simple. The doors'll be open fo' yah. Now get out!"
Kitty saluted to her before disappearing into the floors.
* * *
Remy hopped onto his motorcycle once again, noticing that Piotr's own vehicle was not parked where it was usually.
Probab'y doin' his own business. Dis homme don' really wanna know.
He drove his way to the X-Mansion and discreetly left his bike behind. "Remy'll be back fo' you, don' eve' fo'get dat, chere, oui? He'll miss you but he be back fo' you in a flash, soon as he gets his job done, oui? Non, chere, don' cry! Remy'll b' here fo' you as soon as possible!
"Remy must go now, belle. Au revoir, ma cherie."
He wistfully wiped a faux tear from his face before setting himself between his now-departed-bike and Rogue's bedroom.
"Fo' you, chere. Fo' you."
And then he leapt into the night, over the barriers, and finally he crept and waited in the darkness of Rogue's balcony.
* * *
Rogue plopped herself onto her bed, fiddling with the channels on the device.
How does this damn thing work?
She heard a faint mumbling with static sounds charging through.
"…the girl…
"…put…plan (wrhhhzzz kkksshhh) action…"
"What is goin' on, Remy?" Rogue stared at the device almost in awe until suddenly, she noticed the presence of an unwanted guest.
"Who's there?" She got up from her bed slowly. "Ah know someone's here. Show yohself!"
"Oh, Rogue, ma chere," the presence stumbled into her arms after he took the transmitter from her. He also shut it off completely while Rogue tried to support his weight while putting them both on the bed.
"Remy, Remy! Ah don' have mah gloves on!"
He rolled off of her and laid there, glad that he had gotten the transmitter away and also glad that she hadn't touched his skin.
"Oh, Rogue, it's horrible. Please, I need t' stay wit' you. Jus' fo' tonight, please, chere."
"Ah…Ah dunno…what woul' eve'yone say when they see yah in mah bed? Ah, fo' one, ain't goin'ta like it much when they start questionin' meh. Also, what about Kitty? What if she sees yah here?"
"Oh, Remy don' t'ink she'll mind fo' you." He tried to pull off a smirk but grimaced instead.
"How bad are yah hurt, swamp rat?"
"Hurt enough t'know dat Remy jus' wants t'sleep wit' you, so dat he can feel you in his arms."
Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Ah wonder where yah got that one from."
"On'y f'om de best o' de best. Moi."
"G'night, Remy. Yah can sleep on the floor." She chucked him off the bed and tucked herself in. She heard his grumbles and smiled to herself.
She must have been really tired because she realized that only a couple minutes had passed when she felt a strong arm encircle her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. She felt his breath and his lips as he kissed her hair.
"Bonne nuit, ma belle, ma Rogue. S'il te plait, ne me déteste pas après."
She rolled around to face him and was met with haunting demon eyes. "Whaddya mean, Remy?" She snuggled against him and fatigue washed over her.
"Not'in', cherie, not'in' yet. Dors et garde Remy heureux dans tes bras."
She closed her eyes and became content in his arms.
He closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of her hair before letting sleep come to him. He fingered the bracelet that he had snapped onto her.
AN2: Man, was this long. And, man, did I wait long. Et, man, did I get FABOOLOUS reviews on this. I love you all. *begins to sob* I absolutely love you. I adore you guuuuuuys…you're my INSPIRATION…YOU AND ME LIKE ONE HEARTBEAT, ya know? Hehe. Yeah, I also tried a new style...tell me if you guys like it, hmmkay? And, um, another thing...maybe we could, oh I dunno, hit the hundred mark...hopefully...please? -=D
Translations:
Pouvoir vous marchez dans les mains du diable sur votre proper. – May you be delivered into the arms of the devil.
Bonne nuit, ma belle, ma Rogue. S'il te plait, ne me déteste pas après. – Goodnight, my beautiful, my Rogue. Please don't hate me later.
Dors et garde Remy heureux dans tes bras. – Just sleep and keep Remy happy with you in his arms.
