Remy
actually feels like using his head, so, here's the intellectual
chapter for the Cajun!
-Coughs-
Anywho... Back to the
story. Enjoy!
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"John...
Name de fanciest hotel in New York..."
".. Tha' one near
Bayville High ain' exactly cheap... Why? Plannin' somethin' with
Rogue?" John asked with a grin. Remy quirked a brow, smirking
slightly. "Even if I was, I wouldn' tell you... Get ya' mind
outta de gutter..."
John shrugged his shoulders slightly,
turning as the bell for class rang.
"Bettah shuttup...
Yo'll get another detention, mate..."
"Ain' like I'm no'
used to'em..."
Both proceeded to pull out a notebook and and
a pen to write notes... As per usual, John's note taking turned into
small doodles of fire-balls, and other random things, making Remy
roll his eyes.
No wonder his grades were in such bad
shape...
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Remy had noticed a
change in his friends... Not a bad one mind you, but, a change,
nonetheless...
Piotr was more care-free now. His hair had grown
down to brush a bit past the nape of his neck in length dark black,
of course. Longer strands near the front, hung down into his eyes,
strands near the side hanging down to frame his gentle face, and pale
blue eyes.
His clothing seemed more casual as well.
It was
baggier, Remy noticed, and the gentle Russian had grown to like a lot
of harder rock, and punk bands... His shirt today being a band shirt,
with the name 'Matchbook Romance' written across his broad
chest.
Baggy blue jeans adorned his waist, held up with a thick
leather belt. The usual, rather large black boots adorning his feet,
laced tightly.
John... Well, John had seemed to calm down a
bit, much to Remy's surprise... He was still the Pyro he'd known two
years ago, but he seemed... Less sugar high, so to speak. Must have
been the lack of coffee...
Yes, Piotr and Remy had hidden his
coffee... He needed to calm a bit before school started, and they
wouldn't let him have it back until he got good grades...
They'd
made bets, and Remy seemed in the lead... That coffee would still be
out of John's grasp in five months.
Rogue led the way to the
Acolyte's usual table, Kitty following behind her.
"I don't
know, Rogue... What if they, like, don't like me?"
"Ah'll
be there with ya Kitty... They're not gonna bite ya head off,"
Rogue replied with a smirk. "You've nevah been this shy befo'...
What's the deal?" Kitty blush slightly.
".. Have you,
like, seen Piotr lately?" Rogue stared. ".. Duh, he's
sittin' right there..."
".. He's... Cute," she
murmured, grinning slightly. Rogue laughed.
"Make a move,
girl!" Rogue said, patting her shoulder. Kitty laughed quietly.
"I don't know... I guess we'll see..." Rogue shrugged.
"Yo'
lost... He'd be good fo' you..." Kitty sighed softly, but
nodded, following after Rogue as she sat beside Remy, the Cajun in
turn automatically wrapping his arm around her waist. Piotr looked
up, grinning sheepishly at Kitty before turning away, grinning
towards Remy, who cocked a brow in turn.
Rogue looked to
Kitty, giving her the, 'I told you so' look. Kitty shrugged her
shoulders, turning her attention back to the Acolyte's conversation,
and watched quizically at the way Rogue seemed so relaxed around
them... Especially Remy.
It surprised her greatly. She was in a
trance, and jumped and yelped as an apple came hurdling from the
side, and into a plate of food near the end... Splattering Remy,
Piotr, and John. Then, the laughter of the highschool football
players... Duncan.
Rogue rolled her eyes. Remy growled, closing
his eyes as he removed his shades from his face to wipe them clean
with his shirt, then put them back on.
He stood up. Rogue
grabbed his arm quickly.
"Remy, don't..."
"Dey
start it, chere... I finish it..." He pulled his arm back
quickly, grabbing the apple, walking over, Piotr and John lifting
themselves to stand in case it got carried away, both wiping bits of
food from their clothing, and hair.
Remy stood in front of Duncan,
smirking lightly.
".. T'ink ya pretty funny, d'ya?"
"Yeah,
I t'ink I do," Duncan replied, mimicking his accent poorly. The
rest of his friends laughed.
Remy's smirk broadened into a
grin.
"Hnn... Quite de jokester. Bet I c'n make m'point very
clear, and in a very funny way..." He held the apple up, as it
began to glow in a light pink, and crackle. He took a step back, and
threw the apple into the air, into Duncan's plate, the food, and tray
exploding on contact, splattering everyone at the table.
Everyone.
Duncan spit a bit, wiping his jacket.
"Mutie,"
he spat, glaring. "What is it with the freaks and wearing
shades?" Remy reached out, grabbing his shirt, and pulling him
forward. "Watch yo' mouth, y'stupid mo'der f..."
"I
think you've made your point, Remy," Piotr's voice rang through
before he finished his sentence. Duncan look up with a
growl.
"Great... Another. Can't you freaks go somewhere else
to bother people?" Piotr glared. His much larger hand reached
out to wrap his fingers around Duncan's neck, and lift him off of the
ground.
"Vatch, your, tongue," he said, accent
thickening as he spoke in a low tone. Duncan squirmed, beating at
Colossus' arm.
Duncan's buddies pushed himself up, and moved
to Remy, and John, both of whom were alrighty throwing punches to
others, Remy's left templed bleeding profusely, John's nose doing the
same.
Rogue and Kitty jumped in to help, curses and threats
sounding through the air. Piotr simply stood, Duncan still in his
grasp. A circle of students had worked around them, watching in awe
as the mutants and football players fought it out.
A few teachers
and the principal ran out immediatly, breaking it up quickly, a few
holding Remy and John back, as they coaxed Piotr to set Duncan
down.
The normally gentle giant sighed, and slowly set him
down, the color returning to Duncan's face, and he glared up, holding
his throat, trying to say something.
Remy lifted his legs from the
ground, and kicked him in the gut hard.
"Don' even t'ink
about talking, you goddamn little weasel!"Rogue and Kitty were
also restrained from fighting. Principal Kelly was furious.
"In
my office... NOW!" he shouted, pointing up the steps of the
caffeteria. Remy pulled his arms back forcefully, growling and fuming
on the way up, followed closely by his companions.
In the
office, Kelly as pacing back and forth, his face a bit more calm than
it was in the caffeteria... But not by much.
He looked up, walking
to Remy, and pulling the shades from his face with force, fingers
brushing past his temple. Remy hissed in pain, pulling his face back.
Kelly glared at him, crimson red eyes flaring even brighter than they
had before... Anger, frustration. All of it caused them to.
"Mutant,"
Kelly murmured, throwing the shades to the side. "All five of
you, suspended, one month!"
"A month! Dammit, dat Duncan
guy started ALL of dis! Why ain' he takin' some of dis
blame?!"
"Because I heard from a very reliable source,
Mr. Lebew... That all of you started the fight..." Remy growled.
"It's pronounced LeBeau, moron! Le-Bow! and if you have sucha
reliable source, den he need some glasses!"
Kelly turned
away.
"Leave the premesis... Now."
"Wit'
pleasure..." Remy bent over to pick his shades up. As he began
to lead the way out, he stopped. The glasses began to glow brightly.
".. Run," he murmured to his friends. They listened, and
went out the door before him.
"Seeya nex' mont',
principal..." He threw the shades in to his desk, a loud boom
heard as he followed after his friends, followed by a steady string
of curses.
"Mags is not goin' ta be happy with
this," John said, looking up to Piotr. "Neitha is tha
professor!" Rogue pointed out, folding her arms. Remy didn't say
anything.
".. I've got some t'ings to take care of... John,
Piotr, take Kitty an' Rogue home... I'll be back..." He turned
before they could ask questions, walking to his bike.
The engine
started with extra force, the tires heard skidding on the asphault as
he drove out.
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After a few
miles, and fresh water on his wound, Remy drove to the hotel near
Bayville High John was talking about.
Th ride had calmed his
nerves, and cleared his mind, and he parked outside carefully. He
sighed deeply, and walked inside. He wished sincerely he hadn't made
his glasses go 'boom'.
He walked to the host of the hotel.
"..
Bonjour, monsieur," he said, thickening his accent a bit for
show. "D'you 'appen t'know of a mister Essex?" he asked,
slipping a twenty across the counter. The host's eyes
brightened.
"Perhaps... But, I might need a memory
refresh..." Greedy bastard... Remy pulled a ten from his pocket.
The host nodded his head slowly.
"Floor number 5, room
12." Remy nodded his head. "Merci."
He walked to
the elevator, and pushed a few buttons, the small compartment lifting
slowly. He sighed deeply, staring at the floor in front of
him...
Professor Essex was probably a scientist... And, he wanted
another favor... Perhaps this way, he would be able to touch
Rogue...
The bell rang, and Remy stepped through, standing in
front of room twelve.
He took a breath, and before he had a chance
to knock, the door opened, the professor Essex standing straight,
smiling down at him.
".. You've come for a favor. Do come
in," he said, stepping to the side. Remy licked his lips, and
did as he was told, the sound of the door clicking closed behind him.
"So, what can I do for you, monsieur LeBeau?"
"..'Least
someone can pronounce it," he muttered to himself. "I need
to ask... C'n you, make somet'in' to alter a mutant's powers? Say...
Dat femme y'were talking about in de parkin' lot?" Essex
grinned, holding up what looked like a collar.
"Indeed... I
can."
Remy stared at the contraption, and reached out.
Essex lifted his arm up higher.
"Ah ah," he said,
quirking a brow. "You owe me a favor, if you take this," he
reminded him, cocking his head to the side. Remy nodded his head.
"Oui... I understand." Essex nodded his head
approvingly.
"Excellent! Come back here in one week. I have
an assignment for you." Remy nodded his head, accepting the
necklace happily as the proffesor lowered his arm.
"One
week, Mr. LeBeau."
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Author's
Note:
Aha, you see now. Very crucial chapter now. Okie, review
now, my peoples! Enjoy! Next chapter coming soon!
