Disclaimer: I do not own the Xmen….. I would be so freaking rich.. Do I look rich to you?? Huh Huh?? Huh?? I don't hear any answers!… Oh and I don't own the songs either… :p

Howdy Hoo!! Baby all is working my way now!! I know that for ever so long, I have been unable to break away from the Rogue and Belle fight. Well now, its time for celebration!!

Thanks to:

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* Thanks to all the people who reviewed me lovely story!!!*

And Special thanks to all that had patience with my constant writer's block!!

Now… I shall not deny you of anymore gracious celebrations!!

Chapter 32: When is it time?

" Celebrate good times.. C'mon!!"

~RoguesHeart~

A popping noise rung throughout the entire room as well as overjoyed cheers. John stood in the corner of the room fondling his gorgeous flame puppet. Wanda sat on the opposite side of him, sipping lightly on some champagne.

Rogue sat in the corner of the room, her head in her hands. Remy sat on the opposite side of her, gently stroking her arm.

Henri was telling jokes to a group of young listeners, making them burst out in joyous laughter. Mercy was having light conversation with Cadmus and Spike. Logan had arrived stating something about horrible dingy rooms and their damn chains. A few of the younger men walked over to him and began to question him about his fighting techniques.

Practically everywhere you looked, there was someone with a smile on their face. This would be the only true time they would have to actually enjoy their life. Soon the grandiose rounds would begin, and so would the true bloodshed. Though the first half may have been quite gruesome, it would be nothing compared to when the Grandiose rounds.

Light music began to play throughout the room. Slowly numerous couples stood up and began to dance. Remy sighed inwardly and glanced over at Rogue. She seemed stressed and extremely depressed. She had been like that ever since her match against Belladonna. Though he wasn't exactly happy over the outcome himself but it couldn't be helped. He had already figured out that these battles where survival of the fittest and therefore Bella had to die.

Standing slowly, he grabbed Rogue's hand. Remy watched as the usually gorgeously vibrant emerald green eyes glanced up at him with an overwhelming amount of sadness.

" Chere?"

He watched as her eyes darted back to the floor.

" Yes, Remy?"

Pulling her up gently into his arms, Remy softly began to stroke her soft cheek.

" Will y' honor Remy wit' dis dance?"

A slight nod was all that he needed and that was all that he got. Tenderly, he wrapped his arm around her slender waist. Rocking her gently back in forth to the sound of the music, he began to allow himself being taken away by her beauty. Though dimmed with sadness, she was still luminously beautiful.

" Chere…y' are gorgeous.."

Rogue glanced up at Remy for a slight moment. Then she immediately ripped her gaze away.

" Ah'm not worthy t' be with ya, Remy.."

Remy's eyes opened up in shock.

" Non, it's Remy who not wort'y t' be wit you.."

Rogue tried to pull out of Remy's grasp but he held on strong.

" Please Remy…" spoke Rogue tearfully.

Remy shook his head, and placed his chin upon the top of her head.

" Non, Remy never gon' let y' go…"

He could feel her collapse lightly against his chest.

" Ah'm so sorry Remy…Ah couldn't control her…"

Remy gently stroked her hair. Leaning down he whispered softly in her ear.

" Remy understand Chere…y' don' have t' apologize.."

Rogue gazed up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

" But…"

Remy placed his index finger over her mouth, deliberately cutting off her sentence.

" Ssh…mon amour… Let us dance."

Rogue smiled wearily up at him and allowed for Remy to guide her.

Spike glanced over at the couple with tragic eyes. He cared for both of them… they obviously cared for each other. But what the future held for them was nothing short of penitent.

Soon they would have to fight in the Grandiose rounds… Soon they would all have to die. It wouldn't be too long now. The new leader was going to make his appearance, causing for them to give up their will and power.

Death becomes her, was the last thing he had ever heard Nivea say. At least before she died in Rogue's arms. Nivea's gift of foresight had always pointed out some tragic even that would soon transpire in their pathetic existence that they had once called life.

Yes, it is all coming too soon. He could sense it. Aurora was probably going to be sent down to the T.M.A. Headquarters. Aspen was most likely training for the Grandiose Tournament and Essex…well there wasn't much to say about him. He was the master's little lackey and old time friend.

Casting a glance around the room, Spike promised himself that the last thing he would see would be the happiness that everyone was showing today. For today would be their final hour.

Yeah, kind of a short chappy but hey? What cha gonna do?

REVIEW FOR ME PLEASE!! *grovels*

~RoguesHeart~