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TRUST
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He gave her a ride to her lodging and walked the rest of the way with her to her room. She was aware that the bartender didn't approve, but it wasn't as if Remy was staying with her. He'd be gone in two minutes.
Thinking about it, he would probably come stealing in anytime he wanted now that he knew where she was staying. Oh well, she would have to bear it! What had she thought of in the first place? Letting Remy know where she was...stupid idea...great idea. She grinned mischievously.
"Let Remy in your thoughts?" She looked up at his puppy face.
"Ah'm the one with t'mind-suckin' powers, remember?"
She looked too damn good for her own safety at this moment. He couldn't stop himself and leaned down for a kiss. She freaked out before he had a chance though.
Both hands held up in the air in a stooping gesture, her beautiful green eyes were distressed and looking up at him with silent pleading. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She had thought that she would have the time to tell him and make him suffer for his departure two years ago, make him wait for her to control her powers. She didn't want him to know just yet that she had betrayed him too and kept her secret. On the other hand, could she fake it and leave him unconscious?
When he left, the psyches in her mind turned crazy and raged in her head. Total havoc. The emotions he had driven her to had taken charge of her mind. One by one, she had had to fight them. One by one, she had had to expulse them from the conscious part of her brain. They were still present and very much so, but what mattered was that they didn't run her mind like they used to. They were kept tied, literally, in the back of her head. They didn't trouble her, except when one of them found the way to free itself. Then, she had to fight it all over again, never really sure what happened outside her head, oblivious to the reality outside.
One time, Scott got loose. The Rec room never got over it...and neither Amara's once perfect hair.
She came back to reality, seconds before Remy actually kissed her. She dodged to the left but he caught her easily and pushed her back on the wall.
He grinned and held up his own hands for her to see. "Don't worry chérie, I want to feel the kiss to."
In his hands was a piece of fine red silk. Her eyes widened, staring at it in confusion.
"Wha?..."
"I'll show you." He bent down again and she let him, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. She didn't relax but waited for the fatal moment when he would figure out she hadn't told him about her powers and how she had been a hypocrite, but in never came. Instead she felt the clothe on her lips followed by his lips. Her first kiss that didn't put someone in a coma. Ok, they did have a cloth between them but who cared?
She leaned deeper in the kiss until heat was cascading into her in giant waves. Their tongues were probing each other's mouth, lips were swelled and they looked nothing but ravaged.
Remy pulled away, took the fabric and placed it on her neck. Then he went down for another taste. Feeling his lips trailing small kisses on her neck and shoulder, she couldn't help but moan. If it made Remy more aroused then he was two seconds ago, it made her realize that she didn't want to go further in case he put two and two together. She needed time and wanted her revelation to be a perfect moment for them. She pulled away, entered her room and slammed the door behind her with a brief "good night swamp rat." She leaned against the door and stayed immobile waiting for him to leave. "Yeah, right, you don't want him. Who are you fooling girl?" she thought.
He stayed where he was though and smiled to himself. His chérie was shy, huh? Oh well, he had waited two years to simply kiss her. He could wait a little while longer for the rest.
"Good night chérie." He left quietly, pocketing delicately the piece of silk in one of his trench coat's many pockets.
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The guy is a total moron, a jerk, a son of a b.
"Rogue, shut the hell up. Who for the love of Remy are you fooling? See? You've even started cursing with his name! ARGH!" She raised her arms in exasperation and started strolling her room from one end to the other, arms crossed behind her back, lips tightly shut.
This was bad. Really, really bad. Wasn't she supposed to let him crawl to her and BEG? The way the evening had started it didn't look like it...more so because she was the one who had nearly begged!
But more importantly, she was afraid. All of her commitments, her own promises to herself had gone flying through the window. He made her weak, and she was afraid of it. Wasn't her self-preservation worth more than the man's love? And what about love? Did he feel love for her? He sure acted the part but he was Remy, one can never be sure about him.
She stopped in the middle of her antics. What was her stupid minus doubts compared to what she had just said ? One can never be sure about him.
Didn't she trust him?
This question hit her hard. She wanted to believe in him, in them, but the fact that she had thought that proved that there was still an obstacle between them. Could it truly be that she didn't trust him? It just felt like she had cheated on him.
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It was amazing how they were, how they existed together. Together was the key. Together was everything to him. He remembered how much he had been afraid. Afraid of his reunion with her, afraid of how she would react, how their future would be, afraid of her leaving.
He smiled to himself. She had left.
Hands hooked behind his head, body resting against his bed, Remy was dozing off with wonderful naughty dreams running through his head.
Not that it mattered anymore. When he was with her, he realised, everything was perfect, he wasn't afraid. She kept his nightmares at bay. But when she wasn't, all his fears came running back to him and one thought trotted in his head. Were they an official couple?
His eyes widened. He realised that he sounded too pathetic for his own taste. Since when did Remy got doubts about his relationships? Probably since he had met Rogue. He grinned at his stupidity and went back to his fantasies.
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He woke up next morning around six in the morning. Grumbling about his stupid biologic clock waking him to early, he dressed up and left. Visits to his brother needed to be made around this hour if he didn't want to find him half-drunk already.
He made his way in the street, not looking back at his lodging on Bourbon Street. After a couple of minutes, he found the place at the outskirts of the French Quarter. Henry lived in an old factory renewed in apartments. The exterior of the square building was a poor sight. The red dilapidated bricks and wooden doors were gratefully only a façade. When one crossed the entry, one realises how much one's mistaken. Only the richest people of New Orleans could afford an apartment here.
Henri's place was on the fifth floor, which he climbed rapidly. Elevators where simply too slow for him. Before the door, he stopped and knocked. He made himself comfortable on the doorframe while waiting for his brother. There was really no use in Henri figuring out his true state of mind..., which wasn't like it sounded. Never let an enemy (a brother is considered an enemy, if a pacific one) know you're feeling nervous. Remy put his mask on.
"I'll get it." Defiantly a feminine voice shouted from the other side of the door. And she proceeded to do just that: the door opened revealing a small woman with black hair and discreet glasses perched on her nose. In her mid-twenties, she looked quite at home in his brother's house, wearing his shirt, and nothing else.
"Well, well, allo Mercy, aren't y' supposed to wait after marriage for dat kind of thing?" Remy greeted while making his way pass her into the apartment.
"Like y' know about dose things." She replied with a smile.
He shot her his trademark smile. "Of course, Remy strives on demolishin' dis nonsense to nothing." She laughed at that. "Now, where is..."
"Mercy, c'est qui à la porte? " [Mercy, who's at the door?] That would be his brother.
Remy put a finger on his lips and, at her nod towards the kitchen, he made his way to it.
He found Henri in only his boxers and a cook's hat on his head, struggling with a pan on fire.
"Now, cooking never was your fork...and neither is style." At Remy's statement, Henri turned around in surprise and the food, whatever kind it once was, went careening towards him.
"You, on the other hand, were never quick." Remy would have laughed at that statement (quite frankly, his brother didn't know the extent of his skills) but the food on his beloved trench coat made it impossible for him.
Remy went to the sink where he proceeded to wash the most of it. Happily, the fire hadn't made a hole through the fabric.
"Sorry, man." His brother, still in his attire, patted him in the back with a sad puppy face. He was trying very hard not to laugh.
"Hen-hen, just go change Remy needs to talk to you."
"It's nice to see y' too...Rem-rem."
"Leave!" Remy raised the pan to prove his point. Henri left to change.
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Mercy gratefully left Remy talk to his brother alone. Not that she wouldn't have backed him up, but it was thieving business.
"How long have y' been aroun'?" Henri was sitting back in a huge sofa.
"Henri, don't fool me, y' know I've been aroun' for quite some time."
"So...this is serious business I believe especially if y' talk in de first person...what is it?"
"Y' been goin' out with a girl lately and I don't want y' around her. Get it? Leave her alone."
A frown appeared on Henri's face. "Direct, aren't we. What's she to y'?"
"What's she to y'?" Remy replied.
"She's a friend...seemed quite lost when we found her. So are y' goin' to answer?"
"She's mine."
"Direct and brief, I see. Y' never been the talkative type, Remy, with men that is. Well, just so y' know, I hadn't plan on hurtin' y' or her for dat matter. And no, it wasn't Pa's orders. And no, I hadn't plan on usin' her to blackmail y' or sleepin' with her. I have Mercy for god's sake, and Remy? Frankly, I'm not like you." Anger burned in his eyes as he said that.
Remy gulped once then twice. Not that he was afraid, but he had more questions that needed answers and in Henri's current state, he was inclined to ask them. He sat down on a chair near the wall, on the opposite side of his murderous brother and ran a hand through his hair.
"Does she know dat y're my brother?"
"No."
"Does she know y're from the guild?"
"No"
"Does she know about Bella and me?"
The answer didn't come has quickly has the other two. Remy looked up at Henri who looked shocked. He got up and started roaming the room.
"Y' haven't told her yet? Y' come bargin', in here like y' own the place, start threatenin' me and y' haven't even told her?"
"Answer the question please."
Henri stopped to look at him. "No."
"Thank y'» He got up to leave, shouted a good bye to Mercy and made his way to the door. His brother's voice stopped him.
"Y' have two days to do so, Rem-rem...or I'll tell her, c'est juré. [I swear]
"Thank y'" was heard before he left, leaving a confused brother behind.
"Why the thank?"
Remy was actually glad his brother had told him that. This way, there weren't going to be any secrets any longer between Rogue and him. This way, he had two days to tell her and spill his heart to her. He smiled at that.
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Those thoughts were still nagging at her. Trust. What did it truly mean? Thoughts like that totally ruined mornings. Even hot showers were ruined. At the same time, she was thinking about Remy in a totally different manner. Would he come get her? Did he plan on passing the day with her? And if yes, what had he planned?
The man was a mind twister!
Rogue twisted a towel around her hair, dressed up and went in search of her jacket. She had tried to keep the room as neat as possible but she hadn't succeeded. She looked under the bed then in the closet, which she never used but one never knew.
Looking in, all she saw were clean work suits. "Nope, not here...so where are yah?" She turned around still talking to herself or to her shirt for that matter and bumped into solid flesh. Her eyes flew to Remy's face with his sexy grin and glorious eyes.
"Allo, chérie." She blinked a few times to get out of her daze and shook out of his hold, aware of her bare arms and throat. She stepped back towards the closet, and grabbed the first shirt her feet met. She put it on an as it turned out, it was her jacket.
Breathing freely now, she welcomed him too with a slap behind the head.
"Lahke, for how long have yah been watchin', pervert?"
Glaring at him like this made Remy ache everywhere. This stupid mutation made him quite frustrated. "Y' know you look exquise when y' mad» He answered while slowly drawing her closer with his arms around her waist.
"Ah know...yah should think about changin' yahr pick-up lines, sugah." But she let him draw her nearer until their bodies were connected.
He breathed her scent while toying with the back of her shirt while she was simply enjoying the moment. He was the one who pulled away. Taking her hand, he stirred he towards the door.
"Come on, sight seeing planned for today with your own personal slave...huh, I mean guide." He shot her a smile that meant slave rather then guide and pulled her towards the exit.
"I haven't even done my hair swamp rat, let go!"
"It'll dry naturally, and anyway you look sexy, somewhere near a drowned southern rat!"
He didn't need to convince her further, she ran after him all the way to the street trying to slap him...again.
"Remy, this is war!"
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The war didn't last long, to Remy's relief. Rogue had some delirious definition of war. She nearly tackled him in the middle of Bourbon Street. Not that he minded but he'd rather have her at his side like at the moment with her smiling and ice-cream for breakfast that he could lick off at the corners of her mouth. He never felt the pull of her powers because he managed to do it rapidly even if he'd prefer longer licking sessions. Oh well, maybe tonight. It was miraculous what could be done with a piece of silk.
Remy reined in his thoughts when Rogue looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Before she could ask, he turned the corner sharply. She followed since he had a hand on the small of her back.
The people around them were crazy, partly because they were drunk and partly because it was Mardi Gras celebration. People were dancing to the beat of the music stands while others walked the streets in weird costume, like the Easter Bunny, which Remy confirmed, was not one of the mascots. Girls on balconies kept flashing their breasts at everyone. Rogue got bumped into endlessly and if it weren't for Remy, she would have been walked upon multiple times.
The crowd thinned out on the street they had taken, which Rogue took as an opportunity to breath.
"Where are we goin'?"
"De parade." He answered while pointing in front of him. Farther away, she could faintly make out another crowd. She noticed also that the old-style buildings were making place for modern houses and shops. They were leaving the French Quarter.
They made their way through the crowd with Remy flashing smiles at anyone who grumbled until they could advance no longer: they were facing the parade.
Rogue whistled appreciatively. It was quite impressing. All sorts of dancers passed them by, accompanied by musicians in uniforms. Motorized wagon with various theme decorations fallowed them. But what was more impressive was Remy. He looked like he was reliving his childhood and his face kept changing from grave to heartfelt happiness.
He was actually reliving his childhood. He kept seeing the trio, him, Henri and Jake. And the multiple times they had seen this parade. It never changed. Always beautiful, always too much. He remembered the time Jake decided to look at the parade from the other side of the street saying it would look different. The cops went on their trail after disrupting the procession of the parade. They had crossed the street in the middle of it, nearly being passed over by one of the wagons. Those were good times.
He also remembered that, when they grew older, this was their favourite place to pick up travelling girls.
He also remembered this was the place Julian picked up to duel him...without his consent.
He remembered a whole lots of thing, not all of them joyous. Then he noticed Rogue at his side, gazing at him with tears in her eyes. He bent down and kissed the top of her hair.
"What is it, chérie?"
"Nothing." He raised an eyebrow in scepticism.
"Ah, alright." She smiled before continuing. "You look so at peace here, as if you belong here. You looked...away, you look..."
"Sexy?" His grin was back but he was actually feeling testy. Belong here? Him? It didn't make any sense. "Believe me, Remy..." He was cut in the middle of his sentence by a wail. A loud unnerving wail.
"RRREEEMMMYYYYYYYY!"
In this huge crowd, in the middle of a huge celebration, she had had to find him. Before he even had a chance to tell Rogue. Why? She was going to kill him. His heart began racing and he renowned friendship with fear.
Belladonna jumped on him, twinning her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips. He inwardly groaned. He was a dead man.
"Bella, stop this." He succeeded in getting her off him with quite a struggle. Seemed like the girl didn't want to let go. As soon as he had gotten rid of her, he turned to Rogue.
"I..."
"Leave it swamp rat." She made her way through the crowd and he immediately lost her. He rounded the area several times before realizing the truth he hadn't wanted to see: she was gone. He had lost her.
"Remy, what were you doin' with Renée? Huh, is it Rainy...huh." She had trailed him. He sighed.
"Rogue, Belle. It's Rogue." He made his way in the crowd towards an alley before turning to Belle who curiously had stopped fallowing him and was looking at him with sad puppy eyes. "Next time y' see my brother, tell him it's done." He disappeared without letting Belle know what was plaguing him.
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Her thoughts were in a puddle. Mashed. Broken. Sad.
This was what trust was all about. Letting the other know about forgotten girlfriends. About stupid blond forgotten girlfriends.
She was the one who was stupid. How could she had let such a womaniser get under her skin like that.
She thought he had loved her. That's why. A pretty good reason considering the state of her poor heart.
"Yah've suffered a lot, poor heart."
This couldn't be happening. He'll come back, tell her this was some huge joke and tell her he loved her. She'll slap him at the back of the head and tell him that she loved him too.
She stopped in a dark alley and slid down one of the walls. Knees touching her chin, she stayed immobile for a long time while she waited for the tears to stop. Or at least diminish.
It never did.
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Fanfiction.net deleted my stars! Argh! OOOs it's going to be from now on...not that it's useful or anything that you know that...;)
Now, just to clear things up a bit, here is Remy's family tree (I haven't invented any of the characters, I've read them from other fanfic, so sue them!): Jean-Luc's his father (like didn't you guys know? ;) Henri is his brother, Mercy is his soon-to-be sister-in-law, Jake Lupin's his cousin, Lupin is Jake's father, so Remy's uncle, and finally, Tante Mattie is Jake's mother...makes sense now?
The people who like my story will be happy to hear that I've finished school! Oh yeah, oh yeah (I'm happy too ;) So the chapters will be coming at a faster rate (I haven't written since a whole month!)
See, the revision on chapter 4 did lend me a couple of other reviews! I'll do that more often. No, I won't because it bugs you. And since you're the reviewers, I have sweet nothing to say
lulugir715 : sorry it took the better part of a month to get this down. Hum, by the way, another cliffy for you! Bwahaha!
Silver ink : no need to worry, Jake and Henri are good guys, they're Remy's relative! (Remy=nice and...much drooling)
Ishandahalf : I'm trying not to kill the poor bunny...but it's not really working. Was it worth the wait, though?
Enchantedlight : you got me scared girl "Die, Belle, die!", creepy, maniacal, but TRUE! ;) Now more then ever...poor Rogue (
Weapon X 61: oh a 9/10 Thanks (well, I should thank you even though you didn't give me a 10/10...;)
Carla-p : this is your Mardi Gras moment...not really big though...wait and see, Jackson Square reunion planned! (and I sympathize with you...Montreal is also a long way from N'awlins...)
Q.s : Do not compare Blob with my story! Yuk, I don't even want to think about it! Blob=UN-romantic ;) I actually don't know about the abduction scene, but hey, I'll figure something out.
RoguesHeart: dust-bunnies are working in my head too...so can I have another cookie?
TheRealMai : she didn't know about Belle, but now she knows!
Lady Farevay: This is GREAT...that you found my story fitting the Romyness, I mean. Greatest review ever, I swear!
He gave her a ride to her lodging and walked the rest of the way with her to her room. She was aware that the bartender didn't approve, but it wasn't as if Remy was staying with her. He'd be gone in two minutes.
Thinking about it, he would probably come stealing in anytime he wanted now that he knew where she was staying. Oh well, she would have to bear it! What had she thought of in the first place? Letting Remy know where she was...stupid idea...great idea. She grinned mischievously.
"Let Remy in your thoughts?" She looked up at his puppy face.
"Ah'm the one with t'mind-suckin' powers, remember?"
She looked too damn good for her own safety at this moment. He couldn't stop himself and leaned down for a kiss. She freaked out before he had a chance though.
Both hands held up in the air in a stooping gesture, her beautiful green eyes were distressed and looking up at him with silent pleading. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She had thought that she would have the time to tell him and make him suffer for his departure two years ago, make him wait for her to control her powers. She didn't want him to know just yet that she had betrayed him too and kept her secret. On the other hand, could she fake it and leave him unconscious?
When he left, the psyches in her mind turned crazy and raged in her head. Total havoc. The emotions he had driven her to had taken charge of her mind. One by one, she had had to fight them. One by one, she had had to expulse them from the conscious part of her brain. They were still present and very much so, but what mattered was that they didn't run her mind like they used to. They were kept tied, literally, in the back of her head. They didn't trouble her, except when one of them found the way to free itself. Then, she had to fight it all over again, never really sure what happened outside her head, oblivious to the reality outside.
One time, Scott got loose. The Rec room never got over it...and neither Amara's once perfect hair.
She came back to reality, seconds before Remy actually kissed her. She dodged to the left but he caught her easily and pushed her back on the wall.
He grinned and held up his own hands for her to see. "Don't worry chérie, I want to feel the kiss to."
In his hands was a piece of fine red silk. Her eyes widened, staring at it in confusion.
"Wha?..."
"I'll show you." He bent down again and she let him, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. She didn't relax but waited for the fatal moment when he would figure out she hadn't told him about her powers and how she had been a hypocrite, but in never came. Instead she felt the clothe on her lips followed by his lips. Her first kiss that didn't put someone in a coma. Ok, they did have a cloth between them but who cared?
She leaned deeper in the kiss until heat was cascading into her in giant waves. Their tongues were probing each other's mouth, lips were swelled and they looked nothing but ravaged.
Remy pulled away, took the fabric and placed it on her neck. Then he went down for another taste. Feeling his lips trailing small kisses on her neck and shoulder, she couldn't help but moan. If it made Remy more aroused then he was two seconds ago, it made her realize that she didn't want to go further in case he put two and two together. She needed time and wanted her revelation to be a perfect moment for them. She pulled away, entered her room and slammed the door behind her with a brief "good night swamp rat." She leaned against the door and stayed immobile waiting for him to leave. "Yeah, right, you don't want him. Who are you fooling girl?" she thought.
He stayed where he was though and smiled to himself. His chérie was shy, huh? Oh well, he had waited two years to simply kiss her. He could wait a little while longer for the rest.
"Good night chérie." He left quietly, pocketing delicately the piece of silk in one of his trench coat's many pockets.
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The guy is a total moron, a jerk, a son of a b.
"Rogue, shut the hell up. Who for the love of Remy are you fooling? See? You've even started cursing with his name! ARGH!" She raised her arms in exasperation and started strolling her room from one end to the other, arms crossed behind her back, lips tightly shut.
This was bad. Really, really bad. Wasn't she supposed to let him crawl to her and BEG? The way the evening had started it didn't look like it...more so because she was the one who had nearly begged!
But more importantly, she was afraid. All of her commitments, her own promises to herself had gone flying through the window. He made her weak, and she was afraid of it. Wasn't her self-preservation worth more than the man's love? And what about love? Did he feel love for her? He sure acted the part but he was Remy, one can never be sure about him.
She stopped in the middle of her antics. What was her stupid minus doubts compared to what she had just said ? One can never be sure about him.
Didn't she trust him?
This question hit her hard. She wanted to believe in him, in them, but the fact that she had thought that proved that there was still an obstacle between them. Could it truly be that she didn't trust him? It just felt like she had cheated on him.
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It was amazing how they were, how they existed together. Together was the key. Together was everything to him. He remembered how much he had been afraid. Afraid of his reunion with her, afraid of how she would react, how their future would be, afraid of her leaving.
He smiled to himself. She had left.
Hands hooked behind his head, body resting against his bed, Remy was dozing off with wonderful naughty dreams running through his head.
Not that it mattered anymore. When he was with her, he realised, everything was perfect, he wasn't afraid. She kept his nightmares at bay. But when she wasn't, all his fears came running back to him and one thought trotted in his head. Were they an official couple?
His eyes widened. He realised that he sounded too pathetic for his own taste. Since when did Remy got doubts about his relationships? Probably since he had met Rogue. He grinned at his stupidity and went back to his fantasies.
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He woke up next morning around six in the morning. Grumbling about his stupid biologic clock waking him to early, he dressed up and left. Visits to his brother needed to be made around this hour if he didn't want to find him half-drunk already.
He made his way in the street, not looking back at his lodging on Bourbon Street. After a couple of minutes, he found the place at the outskirts of the French Quarter. Henry lived in an old factory renewed in apartments. The exterior of the square building was a poor sight. The red dilapidated bricks and wooden doors were gratefully only a façade. When one crossed the entry, one realises how much one's mistaken. Only the richest people of New Orleans could afford an apartment here.
Henri's place was on the fifth floor, which he climbed rapidly. Elevators where simply too slow for him. Before the door, he stopped and knocked. He made himself comfortable on the doorframe while waiting for his brother. There was really no use in Henri figuring out his true state of mind..., which wasn't like it sounded. Never let an enemy (a brother is considered an enemy, if a pacific one) know you're feeling nervous. Remy put his mask on.
"I'll get it." Defiantly a feminine voice shouted from the other side of the door. And she proceeded to do just that: the door opened revealing a small woman with black hair and discreet glasses perched on her nose. In her mid-twenties, she looked quite at home in his brother's house, wearing his shirt, and nothing else.
"Well, well, allo Mercy, aren't y' supposed to wait after marriage for dat kind of thing?" Remy greeted while making his way pass her into the apartment.
"Like y' know about dose things." She replied with a smile.
He shot her his trademark smile. "Of course, Remy strives on demolishin' dis nonsense to nothing." She laughed at that. "Now, where is..."
"Mercy, c'est qui à la porte? " [Mercy, who's at the door?] That would be his brother.
Remy put a finger on his lips and, at her nod towards the kitchen, he made his way to it.
He found Henri in only his boxers and a cook's hat on his head, struggling with a pan on fire.
"Now, cooking never was your fork...and neither is style." At Remy's statement, Henri turned around in surprise and the food, whatever kind it once was, went careening towards him.
"You, on the other hand, were never quick." Remy would have laughed at that statement (quite frankly, his brother didn't know the extent of his skills) but the food on his beloved trench coat made it impossible for him.
Remy went to the sink where he proceeded to wash the most of it. Happily, the fire hadn't made a hole through the fabric.
"Sorry, man." His brother, still in his attire, patted him in the back with a sad puppy face. He was trying very hard not to laugh.
"Hen-hen, just go change Remy needs to talk to you."
"It's nice to see y' too...Rem-rem."
"Leave!" Remy raised the pan to prove his point. Henri left to change.
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Mercy gratefully left Remy talk to his brother alone. Not that she wouldn't have backed him up, but it was thieving business.
"How long have y' been aroun'?" Henri was sitting back in a huge sofa.
"Henri, don't fool me, y' know I've been aroun' for quite some time."
"So...this is serious business I believe especially if y' talk in de first person...what is it?"
"Y' been goin' out with a girl lately and I don't want y' around her. Get it? Leave her alone."
A frown appeared on Henri's face. "Direct, aren't we. What's she to y'?"
"What's she to y'?" Remy replied.
"She's a friend...seemed quite lost when we found her. So are y' goin' to answer?"
"She's mine."
"Direct and brief, I see. Y' never been the talkative type, Remy, with men that is. Well, just so y' know, I hadn't plan on hurtin' y' or her for dat matter. And no, it wasn't Pa's orders. And no, I hadn't plan on usin' her to blackmail y' or sleepin' with her. I have Mercy for god's sake, and Remy? Frankly, I'm not like you." Anger burned in his eyes as he said that.
Remy gulped once then twice. Not that he was afraid, but he had more questions that needed answers and in Henri's current state, he was inclined to ask them. He sat down on a chair near the wall, on the opposite side of his murderous brother and ran a hand through his hair.
"Does she know dat y're my brother?"
"No."
"Does she know y're from the guild?"
"No"
"Does she know about Bella and me?"
The answer didn't come has quickly has the other two. Remy looked up at Henri who looked shocked. He got up and started roaming the room.
"Y' haven't told her yet? Y' come bargin', in here like y' own the place, start threatenin' me and y' haven't even told her?"
"Answer the question please."
Henri stopped to look at him. "No."
"Thank y'» He got up to leave, shouted a good bye to Mercy and made his way to the door. His brother's voice stopped him.
"Y' have two days to do so, Rem-rem...or I'll tell her, c'est juré. [I swear]
"Thank y'" was heard before he left, leaving a confused brother behind.
"Why the thank?"
Remy was actually glad his brother had told him that. This way, there weren't going to be any secrets any longer between Rogue and him. This way, he had two days to tell her and spill his heart to her. He smiled at that.
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Those thoughts were still nagging at her. Trust. What did it truly mean? Thoughts like that totally ruined mornings. Even hot showers were ruined. At the same time, she was thinking about Remy in a totally different manner. Would he come get her? Did he plan on passing the day with her? And if yes, what had he planned?
The man was a mind twister!
Rogue twisted a towel around her hair, dressed up and went in search of her jacket. She had tried to keep the room as neat as possible but she hadn't succeeded. She looked under the bed then in the closet, which she never used but one never knew.
Looking in, all she saw were clean work suits. "Nope, not here...so where are yah?" She turned around still talking to herself or to her shirt for that matter and bumped into solid flesh. Her eyes flew to Remy's face with his sexy grin and glorious eyes.
"Allo, chérie." She blinked a few times to get out of her daze and shook out of his hold, aware of her bare arms and throat. She stepped back towards the closet, and grabbed the first shirt her feet met. She put it on an as it turned out, it was her jacket.
Breathing freely now, she welcomed him too with a slap behind the head.
"Lahke, for how long have yah been watchin', pervert?"
Glaring at him like this made Remy ache everywhere. This stupid mutation made him quite frustrated. "Y' know you look exquise when y' mad» He answered while slowly drawing her closer with his arms around her waist.
"Ah know...yah should think about changin' yahr pick-up lines, sugah." But she let him draw her nearer until their bodies were connected.
He breathed her scent while toying with the back of her shirt while she was simply enjoying the moment. He was the one who pulled away. Taking her hand, he stirred he towards the door.
"Come on, sight seeing planned for today with your own personal slave...huh, I mean guide." He shot her a smile that meant slave rather then guide and pulled her towards the exit.
"I haven't even done my hair swamp rat, let go!"
"It'll dry naturally, and anyway you look sexy, somewhere near a drowned southern rat!"
He didn't need to convince her further, she ran after him all the way to the street trying to slap him...again.
"Remy, this is war!"
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The war didn't last long, to Remy's relief. Rogue had some delirious definition of war. She nearly tackled him in the middle of Bourbon Street. Not that he minded but he'd rather have her at his side like at the moment with her smiling and ice-cream for breakfast that he could lick off at the corners of her mouth. He never felt the pull of her powers because he managed to do it rapidly even if he'd prefer longer licking sessions. Oh well, maybe tonight. It was miraculous what could be done with a piece of silk.
Remy reined in his thoughts when Rogue looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Before she could ask, he turned the corner sharply. She followed since he had a hand on the small of her back.
The people around them were crazy, partly because they were drunk and partly because it was Mardi Gras celebration. People were dancing to the beat of the music stands while others walked the streets in weird costume, like the Easter Bunny, which Remy confirmed, was not one of the mascots. Girls on balconies kept flashing their breasts at everyone. Rogue got bumped into endlessly and if it weren't for Remy, she would have been walked upon multiple times.
The crowd thinned out on the street they had taken, which Rogue took as an opportunity to breath.
"Where are we goin'?"
"De parade." He answered while pointing in front of him. Farther away, she could faintly make out another crowd. She noticed also that the old-style buildings were making place for modern houses and shops. They were leaving the French Quarter.
They made their way through the crowd with Remy flashing smiles at anyone who grumbled until they could advance no longer: they were facing the parade.
Rogue whistled appreciatively. It was quite impressing. All sorts of dancers passed them by, accompanied by musicians in uniforms. Motorized wagon with various theme decorations fallowed them. But what was more impressive was Remy. He looked like he was reliving his childhood and his face kept changing from grave to heartfelt happiness.
He was actually reliving his childhood. He kept seeing the trio, him, Henri and Jake. And the multiple times they had seen this parade. It never changed. Always beautiful, always too much. He remembered the time Jake decided to look at the parade from the other side of the street saying it would look different. The cops went on their trail after disrupting the procession of the parade. They had crossed the street in the middle of it, nearly being passed over by one of the wagons. Those were good times.
He also remembered that, when they grew older, this was their favourite place to pick up travelling girls.
He also remembered this was the place Julian picked up to duel him...without his consent.
He remembered a whole lots of thing, not all of them joyous. Then he noticed Rogue at his side, gazing at him with tears in her eyes. He bent down and kissed the top of her hair.
"What is it, chérie?"
"Nothing." He raised an eyebrow in scepticism.
"Ah, alright." She smiled before continuing. "You look so at peace here, as if you belong here. You looked...away, you look..."
"Sexy?" His grin was back but he was actually feeling testy. Belong here? Him? It didn't make any sense. "Believe me, Remy..." He was cut in the middle of his sentence by a wail. A loud unnerving wail.
"RRREEEMMMYYYYYYYY!"
In this huge crowd, in the middle of a huge celebration, she had had to find him. Before he even had a chance to tell Rogue. Why? She was going to kill him. His heart began racing and he renowned friendship with fear.
Belladonna jumped on him, twinning her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips. He inwardly groaned. He was a dead man.
"Bella, stop this." He succeeded in getting her off him with quite a struggle. Seemed like the girl didn't want to let go. As soon as he had gotten rid of her, he turned to Rogue.
"I..."
"Leave it swamp rat." She made her way through the crowd and he immediately lost her. He rounded the area several times before realizing the truth he hadn't wanted to see: she was gone. He had lost her.
"Remy, what were you doin' with Renée? Huh, is it Rainy...huh." She had trailed him. He sighed.
"Rogue, Belle. It's Rogue." He made his way in the crowd towards an alley before turning to Belle who curiously had stopped fallowing him and was looking at him with sad puppy eyes. "Next time y' see my brother, tell him it's done." He disappeared without letting Belle know what was plaguing him.
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Her thoughts were in a puddle. Mashed. Broken. Sad.
This was what trust was all about. Letting the other know about forgotten girlfriends. About stupid blond forgotten girlfriends.
She was the one who was stupid. How could she had let such a womaniser get under her skin like that.
She thought he had loved her. That's why. A pretty good reason considering the state of her poor heart.
"Yah've suffered a lot, poor heart."
This couldn't be happening. He'll come back, tell her this was some huge joke and tell her he loved her. She'll slap him at the back of the head and tell him that she loved him too.
She stopped in a dark alley and slid down one of the walls. Knees touching her chin, she stayed immobile for a long time while she waited for the tears to stop. Or at least diminish.
It never did.
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Fanfiction.net deleted my stars! Argh! OOOs it's going to be from now on...not that it's useful or anything that you know that...;)
Now, just to clear things up a bit, here is Remy's family tree (I haven't invented any of the characters, I've read them from other fanfic, so sue them!): Jean-Luc's his father (like didn't you guys know? ;) Henri is his brother, Mercy is his soon-to-be sister-in-law, Jake Lupin's his cousin, Lupin is Jake's father, so Remy's uncle, and finally, Tante Mattie is Jake's mother...makes sense now?
The people who like my story will be happy to hear that I've finished school! Oh yeah, oh yeah (I'm happy too ;) So the chapters will be coming at a faster rate (I haven't written since a whole month!)
See, the revision on chapter 4 did lend me a couple of other reviews! I'll do that more often. No, I won't because it bugs you. And since you're the reviewers, I have sweet nothing to say
lulugir715 : sorry it took the better part of a month to get this down. Hum, by the way, another cliffy for you! Bwahaha!
Silver ink : no need to worry, Jake and Henri are good guys, they're Remy's relative! (Remy=nice and...much drooling)
Ishandahalf : I'm trying not to kill the poor bunny...but it's not really working. Was it worth the wait, though?
Enchantedlight : you got me scared girl "Die, Belle, die!", creepy, maniacal, but TRUE! ;) Now more then ever...poor Rogue (
Weapon X 61: oh a 9/10 Thanks (well, I should thank you even though you didn't give me a 10/10...;)
Carla-p : this is your Mardi Gras moment...not really big though...wait and see, Jackson Square reunion planned! (and I sympathize with you...Montreal is also a long way from N'awlins...)
Q.s : Do not compare Blob with my story! Yuk, I don't even want to think about it! Blob=UN-romantic ;) I actually don't know about the abduction scene, but hey, I'll figure something out.
RoguesHeart: dust-bunnies are working in my head too...so can I have another cookie?
TheRealMai : she didn't know about Belle, but now she knows!
Lady Farevay: This is GREAT...that you found my story fitting the Romyness, I mean. Greatest review ever, I swear!