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Two

Honestly, in all my entire life, I have never slept so soundly, except for one question lingering in my mind, which made me crawl out of bed. And sure enough there, Remy was, working on his motorcycle. He was trying to start it, And to no success.

"Why don'cha jus' kick it a lil' hardah sugah?"

"De Femme Fatale returns, what be de pleasure mon ami."

"Pleasah's all mine, but ah was wonderin' 'bout somethin'." I bit my lip, and twirled a lock of hair with my finger. This got his attention, so much so his bike fell over.

"Damn it." He shook his head, and kicked the stand this time...

"When ah kissed yuh yestuhday, ah didn' feel nuthin' why was that?"

Then it hit me... The flashes of his mother of course.

"M'be yo' got t' much uh me already t' feel an'ything."

I disregarded my sudden realization, and nodded. "Yo' wan' t' go out p'tite, we could grab a bite t' eat, maybe catch a movie." He offered. "It'd be latuh tho' uh course."

"Sure thing sugah, ah'd- "Rogue," it was Bobby looking vindictively at Remy. "Come here. Now." He commanded.

"You don't own me Bobby Drake, ah can do as ah damn well please."

Remy cautiously watched, like a reproachful hawk, getting ready for the kill...

He gripped me by the collar of the green cloak I loved so much.

Two things happened then in one very quick succession, Bobby was about to say something, and Remy had him on the floor, pinned with his foot on his throat.

"Don' touch her," He hissed. He looked angry. It was scary to witness, he looked like the kind of person that could've killed people... I shook it from my mind.

"What's it to you hick?" Bobby hissed back from somewhere on the floor.

Remy laughed darkly at Bobby's remark.

"Remy, sugah, honestly, he id'nt worth your time. Like you told me, not worth the time o' no one."

"There's a loophole I forgot to mention..." He said watching Bobby's every move.

"I didn't say nuthin' about testosterone an' revenge." "Now tears and all that kin' o' stuff. That ain't worth yo' time, but dis... dis is somet'in else entirely."

Suddenly Remy's entire leg crystallized, and Bobby easily knocked Remy over.

"Not so tough now bigshot?" Bobby said... a little... too proud of himself.

"I wouldn' be so sure..." Remy said, a smirk on his handsome face. His cards splayed in his hands. Ready for a fight.

"Remy, yuh really ought' not do this." I cautioned.

"S' a'ight p'tite, nuttin' t' fret ovah, lemme jus' melt dis' 'Icebag' so every'one c'n go on 'bout dere business."

Woosh a tidal wave of ice was headed in Remy... And the bikes direction... It stopped dead.

"Amateur," He smirked... Bobby looked at him in terror as the tidal wave of ice turned in his direction. "You figh' de fire, wit' de fire, an de ice wit' de ice."

"You don't have to do this..." Bobby began to tremble, he obviously didn't realize how much power Remy had over him.

"Besides, there's plenty about Rogue you should know." He offered.

"What'cha got on meh sugah? Yer' first arousal?" I arched my brow, and chuckled softly.

"N...no, she's killed people."

"A woman's past ain' non o' dis' cajun's bid'ness."

"Killed who? Carole Danvers? She damn well deserved it." I hissed.

"She killed her first boyfriend! On purpose!" He squeaked.

That was an outright lie. Cody was just... Well, I didn't like dwelling on the fact I put him in a coma, and he eventually died from me kissing him... But so what? It wasn't my fault.

Remy just shook his head, and released the tidal wave of ice... Concreting him to the floor.

"Finally, what took you so long." I looked at him.

"Nutin' jus' wanted t' see de poor 'ting realize what he was in fo'.

I grinned, and shook my head.

"What a shame, ah don' suppose he was expectin' that." I walked over, and took a look at Bobby... His eyes were wide open.

"Cajun, this is creepy..." I said looking at it... Nearly tempted to grab a stick and start poking it... In a sadistic kind of way... Just to see the damage for most part, but I doubted he could even move in the slightest.

Remy watched, and the ice began to crack... Suddenly Bobby gasped for air, and I jumped back as he reached for my leg.

Bobby got to his feet. "You'll be sorry you did this you... You..." He obviously couldn't find a word to describe the 'atrociousness' of his crime.

"Whatevah' ice boy... Mind, I don' say man, cuz' 'parently you don' know how t' treat a lady."

Bobby took off in a huff, muttering things under his breath he wouldn't dare say aloud.

"Thanks sugah, ah don' know what ah would' uh done, kicked his ass, but you saved me the trouble..."

"Not a problem," He stared at me for a moment, then looked away.

"I know mo' den you 'think I do cheri,"

I looked at him. Not sure what t' say.

"Yesterday, when y' kissed me... I felt sumthin'... an' it was a different feelin' sumthin' I'd never felt b'fore... Like... We connected somehow... An', I'm sorry..."

"Sorry for what sugah?"

"I knew yuh b'fore..."

"What?" I asked breathlessly, hardly able to believe it.

"Yuh worked for Cicero's people in Manhattan when I was in de' 'Hustlin' Bid'ness. "I know things that'd blow your mind." "I've done things to people you've cared about... an' I don' think you'd ever b' able t' forgive me."

"Sure ah'd forgive you sugah, you can tell me... C'mon."

"'Member dat lady... Carole Danvers? An' dis' is sumthin' I ain' proud o' in de least... You weren't de' one dat killed her cheri... It was me."

(To Be Continued...)