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Rogue stared. This couldn't be happening to her. She wanted to run but she was rooted to the spot.
"Remy.." Her eyes were wide and filled with tears. "He's.."
"Don' worry, Rogue." He could almost feel the fear she was giving off. "Slimy bastard." He mumbled to himself. He had never seen such a strong-willed, powerful girl reduced to a scared, lonely little girl in the fraction of a second. That man really was dangerous.
'Damn him. He probably doesn't even have a thing called honor. Such a monster.'
"Rogue, we're gonna leave. C'mon." He grabbed her hand and broke into a run, dragging her away. His eyes glinted. He wanted to beat the shit out of that cocky bastard but this was neither the time nor the place to do so.
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"Rogue, don't y' think I feel cowardly enough!?" Remy sighed and ran his hand through his auburn hair as he lay on his bed. He had an irritated look on his face. "Little kids should not witness such acts o' violence!" She was obviously panicking.
"But.. Remy! He saw us together! Ah know he did! He might come after ya!"
"I can defend myself!" He retorted, glaring up at her. "Rogue, calm down. Yo're panickin'."
"Ah can't deal wit' this, Rem." She sat down with a sigh. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Y' won't have t'. We will." She leaned back then tilted her head back and smiled slightly.
"Ya got somethin' growin' on yer chin." He brought up a hand and stroked it. "Peach fuzz."
"Shut up. I've been growin' this for months!" She raised an eyebrow. "Don' make me tickle y'."
"Oh, please. Ah'm beggin' fo' mercy." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Y' should be." He teased.
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Rogue narrowed her eyes.
"Remy, I give ya two seconds."
"T' what? Swallow my pickle?"
"Hurry up." She crossed her arms, sort of embarrassed to be in public with him. "And why in hell do ya carry a jar o' pickles in yer trench coat?"
"In case I get hungry."
"So, ya carry a jar o' pickles in yer pocket in case ya get hungry?" He nodded. "Ya are one big freak." He took offense.
"Who'll be the hungry freak?" She shoved him.
"Don't make meh pour pickle juice down your throat." He grinned.
"At least I can say that I'm not hungry later."
"What are we gonna do later?"
"Stalk." Rogue rolled her eyes when he went into cartoon mode. "I am the stalker of the night! I am Darkwing Duck!" Sweat-dropping, Rogue turned and walked away.
"Ya are exhausting." She had no clue how she put up with him. She wouldn't get paid to do it.
"Y' don' love Remy n' more?" He asked in a baby voice with an innocent 'I'm cute' look on his face.
"Ah mean what Ah said, DD."
"That is gonna keep comin' up, ain't it?"
"Yeah."
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Remy devoured the entire jar of pickles and had just gone into the men's room in a grocery store. He came back out, wiping his hands on his coat.
"They didn' have any paper towels."
"Ah was bettin' that ya wanted baby wipes." She muttered sarcastically.
"Maybe later." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. He followed a fly with his eyes when it started buzzing around in front of his face. Before he knew where he was going, he ran into one of those sliding glass doors that open for you when you approach.
"Ya really are pathetic."
"Gee, thanks." He mumbled, holding his head. She kissed him on the cheek. "Ooooh.."
"An' that's why Ah love ya." She walked ahead. He had a dreamy look on his face as he followed her, seeing nothing but her. And that was why he ran into a parked car. The car alarm went off and he ran to catch up with Rogue. "Ya ran inta that parked car, didn't ya, Suga?"
"Non." He answered sheepishly. "It ran int' me."
"Ah jus' took part in a hit and run."
"Shut up." He whined. "It ain't my fault."
"It never is." He began whining at her that he had to get something from the store. "We were jus' there!"
"Can we g' back?" He begged pleadingly.
"Hurry up. Ah'm waitin' outside." He clapped and skipped back inside, being extremely careful to avoid further confrontation with parked cars. "Where it's safe."
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Remy brought his hands up to the sides of her face. He kissed her jaw line then went down to her neck.
"Rem, no hickies." He pouted and gave her one anyway. "Remy! Ah have ta go ta school tomorrah and ya're givin' meh a hickie!"
"And?" She sighed. Then she smirked.
"If Ah get a hickie, so do ya." She placed her lips gently on his neck. He tried to keep a straight face. Her hair was tickling his nose. He sneezed. "Remy!" She shrieked.
"Bless me." He leaned back and got a tissue. He blew his nose.
"Ya bettah not have gotten any in mah hair."
"Don' worry.. I don' think I did." So he spent twenty minutes trying to find out if, when he sneezed, anything got in her hair. She sighed for the ten-thousandth time in that time period.
"Would ya speed it up a little? Mah arms an' legs are goin' numb.. not ta mention mah neck." She heaved another sigh.
"D' y' want me t' get it all out or not?" He asked, feeling obligated to cover her mouth with his hand. She felt like her back was about to give out and she'd look like Quazimoto. That was all she needed.
"Do Ah have ta say it again?" She asked, feeling rather impatient. "Hurry up."
"Excuse me if I miss some because y' wanted me t' hurry."
"Stop talkin' back." He shut his mouth and prayed it was enough to shut hers.
"Don' get snippy wit' me."
"What did ya say?" Her voice was dangerously low, as if advising him to run. "If ya were mouthin' off again-"
"Non, 'course not, Rogue!" He sweat-dropped and waved his arms defensively. She glared at him, her eyes nothing but little slits.
"Ah don' like sittin' here in front o' ya wit' ya pickin' through mah hair. Ah feel like Ah'm trustin' a monkey ta pick bugs outta mah hair."
"Monkeys d' pick bugs outta people's hair."
"That wasn't mah point, LeBeau."
"We're back on last name terms, then?"
"Jus' shut up an' get back ta whatevah ya were doin' befo'."
"Yes, sir.. I mean ma'am!" He quickly corrected himself when she glared at him with 'the look' that men hate so much. It almost literally scared the crap out of him.
"Two words. Shut up." She almost felt like screaming at him and beating the stuffing out of him, but what good would that do her? She considered the options and found only pros and no cons.
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"Do you enjoy detention?" Mr. Evans asked when she walked in. "You have them all week long."
"No kiddin'." She sat down and banged her head on the desk. "Ah wish someone would help meh an' get meh outta here."
"That hurts."
"Sorrah, Mr. Evans. But ya understand mah point o' view, right?" He nodded.
"Was there really any reason to try and beat up Belladonna?" He asked, interested. "One that couldn't wait until after school?"
"This detention is well worth the trouble."
"With four more?" She only nodded. "Did she say something to make you angry?"
"She, in person, makes meh flip out. But she said somethin' to make meh snap." She raised an eyebrow. "Trainin' ta be a shrink?"
"No, I really enjoy.. being the detention teacher." He rolled his eyes. "I get a lot of.. interesting individuals in here." She smirked and remained silent. Detention wasn't so bad as long as she had Mr. Evans for a teacher.
"Please, Mr. Evans, don' quit till Ah'm outta this school. Ah couldn't live wit' another teacher."
"I'll try to live it out." He said with a smile. She nodded and began reading a book.
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"Detention?"
"Fo' beating the crap outta Bella." She said with a sigh as she ran her fingers through her hair. "On school property."
"Did y' get a lecture?"
"'Course Ah did."
"Where'd y' cream 'er?"
"Hallway." He grinned. "She jus' said somethin' that made meh freak."
"Didn' finish the day, did y'?"
"No." She closed her eyes, wanting to get off the subject. She wished that she didn't remember that feeling. But she still had the same pain. It was still there. But she knew she got Bella good. The blonde didn't even show up for school.
"Bella's scared o' y'." He said with a grin.
"She betta be." Rogue cracked her knuckles. "If Ah evah see 'er again, she'll hurt so bad she won't be able ta do anythin'."
"How nice."
"Ah know."
"Marie!"
"Ah swear.. Ah'm comin'!" She got up and went into the house. Remy stayed out on the porch. He didn't feel like interfering. It was about five minutes later when he noticed a woman walking up the walkway. She didn't appear to be bad-tempered but it was only a guess.
"Does a Marie Adler live here?" He stopped short. He stared at the woman in front of him. How did this woman know Rogue? She obviously wasn't from the school. She looked way too.. business-like.
"Who wants t' know?" He asked, staring at her intensely.
"Raven."
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Cliffie!
Hah!
*hides behind table with a helmet and a garbage can cover*
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