Hope
I ain't goin' into their relationship too fast... oO;
Anyways...
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".. And that's why we're so dissapointed in you!"
Had she been listening? Not likely. It was her job to nod her head at
times she felt appropriate. "Never, and I mean NEVER, skip
school again! I had to bail you out the last four classes you
had!"
"Alright! Ah get it, Bright Eyes," Rogue
snapped, standing up to glare at Scott Summers, before turning to
leave the room. She was actually, quite surprised that Professor
Xavier had nothing to say about this...
'Rogue,' Damn!
Why did she always forget he was a bloody telepath? 'After
Scott leaves, I believe you should come to talk to me... In private.'
She groaned inwardly. Now she was screwed.
Not to mention that,
now that she had been freshly reminded he was a telepath, he'd know
all about her little... Adventure, with the enemy.
Rogue
stayed near the corner, watching the door, and waiting for Cyke to
leave. Finally, the door opened, and Scott stepped out, looking both
ways before finally stepping through, and walking down the hall.
With
a gulp, she stepped forward, and into his office once more.
"Please,
sit down, Rogue." She complied, stepping nervously, and sitting
int he chair, looking up as she waited for him to broach his
lecture.
Finally, his lips parted, and he began to
speak.
"Rogue... As I understand it, you skipped school... To
gallavant around New York with a... Remy LeBeau?" Finally! His
real name revealed.
".. Yes suh," she muttered, looking
away. He nodded his head. "Rogue... I want you to understand...
Gambit, is the enemy. He works for Magneto..." He paused,
glaring as her lips parted to reply. She stopped, and waited. He
continued.
"Not by his will." Rogue seemed shocked,
eyes staring down to the ground. "Gambit was disowned, as you
say, from New Orleans. He is a master thief, foster son of the the
legendary Jean Luc LeBeau, leader of the Thieves Guild." He
sighed, looking up to her. "He had no choice but to join forces
with Magneto. Thief though he was, he had no money, and felt it wrong
to steal to get it. Magneto offered him a home, food, and
family."
Rogue said nothing, simply stared at the
carpet.
".. Is, this all y'wanted ta tell me, prof?" she
stated quietly, looking up. He nodded his head.
"In other
words, Rogue... You may become friends with him, hang around him...
But never," he stated with a smirk. "Never, skip school
again."
She blushed slightly, and nodded her head. One
thought tugged at her mind.
"Professor... What if we were to,
meet them in battle again?" Xavier sighed. "That, I shall
leave between you and Remy to figure out..." He chuckled softly.
"You are free to go."
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"Dammit.. Dammit... Dammit... Dammit..." Remy
repeated, banging his head agianst the kitchen table. "Detention?!
I have detention fo' de nex' t'ree days?!" Piotr nodded.
"Da...
I am sorreh, Remy..." The Cajun groaned, banging his head once
more. ".. Ow."
John laughed.
"Don' worry,
mate... Rogue'll be joinin' ye'..." Remy groaned again.
"Great!
She'll prolly kill me for gettin' 'er inta dis mess..." John
shrugged. "She seems ta like ya', mate... Who knows? Live an'
let go!" Remy looked up.
".. Why can' I just kill
y'instead?"
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The bell
sounded in the air for the fifth time. Just a few more, and class
would be out.
Remy's head rested on the table, seemingly studying
the knot in the lightly polished wood. Rogue sat with her chin
resting in her hand, eyes shut.
She opened them quickly, however,
when a peice of paper flew onto her desk. Curiously, Rogue picked it
up, and eyed the teacher... She was quite intent on her book.
She
quickly unfolded the paper, and read what was scribbled neatly in
pen.
Care to ride with me after this, chere? Or perhaps
later, after dark..?
She smirked slightly, pulling a pen
from her pocket to reply...
How do you expect anyone to be
able to read your handwriting, Cajun?Sure, I'd love to
go.
She tossed it back, only to receive it a few seconds
later.
You didn't seem to have a problem with it... Great!
I'll come getcha at the Xavier place around... Eight?
She
smiled softly, nodding, even though she knew he couldn't see
her.
Sounds fine.
The teacher looked up as she
tossed the paper back.
"You will both stay an extra
half-an-hour..."
"DAMMIT!" both hissed quietly,
groaning softly.
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"Remy's
gotta date! Remy's gotta date!" John said in a singson voice
repeatedly as he followed Remy around the house.
".. An',
what'd be new 'bout dis?"
"Ah dunno, but.... Remy's
gotta date!"
Gambit rolled his eyes, shaking his
head.
"So I'm takin'er out... What d'big deal?"
"Da
big deal," John replied, imitating his accent poorly. "Is
that, this is tha girl you've liked since tha' one day in tha' ol'
park... Tha girl who turned y' down at lunch tha otha day, tha
girl..."
"ALRIGH'! I get it," Remy murmured,
smacking him upside the head. "Look... I'll b'back prolly after
eleven... Don' stay up." John shrugged.
"Whatevah...
Just don't go too crazy. She can' touch, 'member?"
"..
Don' remind me," he murmured, walking to the door.
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Rogue sat in the rec. room, reading her
book intently... Well, not so, actually. Her eyes kept flickering to
the window, as she shifted in her spot countless times, feeling...
Giddy.
She cringed at this. Giddy, was not the word to describe
her. Far from it.
But, she was...
"Excited?" She
jumped as the familiar, girly voice filled her ears.
"Can't
y' simply enter a room like a normal person?"
"It's,
like, not as much fun if I do that!" Kitty replied, grinning as
she walked into the room. "So, like... When's he coming?"
"..
Kitty?" Rogue said, shutting her book. "Say 'like' one mo'
time, an' Ah'll..."
The rev of a motorcycle engine filled the
room, becoming louder, and more demandin with each rev. Kitty looked
out the window.
".. Guys with bikes are like... So
hot..."
"Back off, Barbie," Rogue rpelied with a
smirk. Kitty's eyes widened.
".. Possessive, are we? You
likey the Cajun dude..?" Rogue didn't seem to hear her. She
stood, and walked to the front, opening to door, and running out to
him.
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It felt right... The
feeling of the bike beneath her, the way her hair snapped in the
wind, her arms around him... All of it. She rubbed in closer to him
for warmth, feeling a quite noticable shudder pass through his
body.
Remy gulped, eyes intent on the dark road before him, trying
to ignore the thoughts that bombarded his mind.
He finally made
his way up the familiar hill, and stopping the bike slowly, and
climbing off. He turned to help her... This time, she accept the
help, and grabbed his hand.
She followed behind him, sitting
down on the ledge beside him, and gasped, looking out over the bright
lights that filled her vision... All colors, even.
Greens and
yellows primarily... It was simply beautiful.
"Ah c'n see why
ya come here," she whispered, eyes fixed out over New York. "..
It's simple, yet... So comforting..."
Remy nodded his head,
hair dancing along with the breeze.
"Mais oui... Not even
Piotr or John know 'bout dis place..." She looked up to him,
suddenly curious.
".. Why me, Remy?" she whispered
softly. "Why me, off al the girls at Bayville? Ones that y'c'n
touch, ones that'll treat ya good... Why me?"
"..
Dere's more ta love den touch," he replied softly, eyes fixed
ahead. "Dere's more to love den dat, chere. Y'gotta b'able to
look inside, an' see, who'll treat ya well, who'll love ya in
return," he said, turning to look at her. "Y'can' control
who ya fall in love wit'. But, My heart skipped a beat when I first
saw y'."
She refused to let the bubble of laughter she
suddenly felt escape her lips, for fear that it would come out as a
choked sob... Love?
She shivered, wrapping her arms around
herself. She started, as a new sense of weight was added to her
shoulders. Remy had wrapped his trenchcoat around her, along with his
arm around her shoulders.
Her muscles tensed, but she soon
relaxed, leaning into him cautiously, head resting on his
chest.
They sat in silence, watching over the city, neither
daring to break the sense of serenity that shrouded over them like a
thick blanket.
Silence.
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Author's
Note:
Y'likey? Heh heh... All is going as planned... -Puts
hands together like Mr. Burns- Exceeeeellllent...
oo; Always
wanted t'do that...
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