Disclaimer: X-Men Evolution is not mine.
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Rogue ran, fleeing the school, fleeing Remy and fleeing Pietro; fleeing everything until she couldn't bring a foot in front of the other any longer, slumping against a brick wall in a secluded alleyway. How could she have done that? How could she have betrayed Pietro like that? She had totally disregarded his warning and kissed Remy, adding to the pain she had already inflicted the previous day, no doubt. She dropped her bag to clutch at her forehead, crumpling down until her shoulders were even with her knees, not caring how filthy the pavement beneath her was. And Pietro was being so understanding, unlike the obnoxious and arrogant fool he usually played. He would surely go back to being that now; she lost him and it was all her fault. She clenched her fists in her hair, tangling red and white strands between her fingers. Damnit. She bit down hard on her lip, wanting to cry, but refusing to, her eyes staring hard at the ground between her feet. Damn it all. She wanted to scream, and so she did, her shrill voice piercing the area immediately near her, but it did not make her feel any better.
"Pietro, Ah'm sorry," she whispered, closing her eyes. She wanted to say more to the fictional Pietro she spoke to, but she couldn't. It hurt too much, everything hurt too much. She didn't even want to think anymore. And so she lay there as if comatose, barely showing any movement, even to breathe.
Remy approached cautiously, although he made his footsteps known to her. She didn't react. "Chere...?" he ventured, his voice hushed. He had trailed her soon after she had rushed off. The feelings and emotions he had evoked in her were still hot, and it was a prime time to solidify her as his.
A moment of silence hovered between them. "Go away, Remy." She didn't open her eyes, nor did she make any movement towards him. "Ah don' want ta see ya."
"Y' can', chere, y' be closin' y' eyes." She hissed venomously at him and he sighed, moving to kneel by her. "Remy sorry. Dis be no time f' jokin'." He was met with silence. "Chere forgot her present." He smiled hopefully, presenting the green scarf though she didn't look up to see it.
"Ah don' want it! Go away!" She moved then, getting up to walk away from him.
"Rogue, what happened?" His voice sounded sincerely pained and confused, and she hesitated. "I don' understand... What did I do?"
"Ya ruined everythin', that's what ya did," she murmured as a tremble ran through her frame. "You're messin' up mah lahfe worse then it already is."
"I never meant t', Rogue." He got up and lifted a hand to brush against her arm, but when her shoulder stiffened he quickly drew it back again. "I didn' mean t' ruin anyt'ing. I didn' know I was hurtin' y', chere, really. I'm sorry."
"Yeah? Well, too late for sorries," she muttered sorely, glaring angrily at the space in front of her.
"Mais, what did I do dat ruined y' life so much?" She turned her gaze towards him then, the fury that raged in her emerald eyes startling, and even impressing, Remy. He unconsciously backed up slightly, away from her.
"Ya have ta ask? Ya manipulated meh, Remy!" Her eyes narrowed as her body whirled towards him, leaning forward threateningly. "Ah know what games men lahke you lahke ta play, an'-"
"Wait, chere, what games? Remy don' play games."
She shoved him violently on his chest, causing him to fall backwards. "Don' ya play innocent. It's so obvious. Ya can read it in how ya hold yahself, how ya talk, how ya look at girls. Love is nothin' but a game ta you."
"No, chere-"
"Shut up!" She shoved him again, advancing. "An' then Ah had ta go an' fall for it, for yer tricks! Ya made meh believe in ya!" She scowled and pushed him back even further. "An' ta make thing's worse, ya made me hurt Pietro!" She shook her head, disgust written all over her face, though it was more for herself than the cajun in front of her. Her mouth contorted with hatred and anger, her voice shrill and dripping with venom as she screamed, "Ah hate you!" And she lifted her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist, piercing her eyes with his own.
"Mais Remy loves y'," he murmured intensely, yet with a hint of a plea in his voice. "Je t'aime, ma cherie."
Rogue took in a sharp breath, the anger flickering into shock and then back again. "Ah don' believe ya. You're playin' with meh again." But her arm began to go weak in his grasp.
"I never played wit' y', chere. Y' be diff'rent from de ot'ers, I saw it from de very first time I saw y'."
"Stop it, Remy. Stop it, Ah know yah're lyin', go away!" She struggled, almost crumpling in distress but he caught her other wrist and pulled her closer.
"No, chere, I not be lyin' t' y'. What Remy say be de trut'. I'm sorry dat my past ain' too savory, I admit dat, an' I regret it all now, but, chere, please believe me."
She tore her eyes away from his, weakly continuing to fight him. "No.."
"Please, chere, jus' give Remy a chance."
"Pietro warned meh about ya, Remy," she stated, vainly trying to reason herself free. "He said that he saw yah do it all before, an' Ah was no diff'rent. He tol' meh ya were jus' gonna hurt meh in th' end."
"Pietro don' know not'ing 'bout Remy, chere. On'y what he see, an' looks can be deceivin', n'est-ce pas?"
"But he-"
He pulled her closer suddenly until she was pressed up against him, his face unbelieveably close to hers. "Chere, what will make y' believe Remy?" He lifted his gloved hand to caress her cheek, his eyes looking down to watch the motion, and they lit up as if an idea struck him. "How 'bout a kiss, chere, t' prove m'self. No scarf, not'ing." She started to speak, trying to pull away, but he interrupted her. "Y' would absorb Remy, he knows. But y' would know everyt'ing, y' would know how he feel."
"Remy..." She swallowed. "Yah could get hurt, or worse."
"I would do it f' y', chere." He waited for a moment, but when she did not reply, he took the initiative and began tilting his head down towards hers.
Rogue's face crumpled and she tore herself free. "No!" She shook her head, drawing away from him fearfully. "No, Ah don' wan' ta hurt ya, Remy."
"Mais, chere, I have t' make y' believe me. I can' live knowin' dat y' hate my very existance, dat y' don' believe me when I say how I feel f' y'."
"Ah don' hate ya, Remy," she whispered, her arms wrapping around her body as if to shield herself from a chill. "Ah jus'... Ah jus'..." She could barely finish her sentence. Pietro flashed in her mind briefly, but Remy stood there in front of her. And she wanted him, just like before. "Ah.. Ah wan' ta be with ya too... but..." She hesitated, lifting her hands in a sort of shrug. "Ah don' know.. Ah jus' don' know..."
They stood there for a moment silently until Remy stepped up to her, lifting a hand to brush through her mussed hair. He held his hand there, the heat flowing from his gloved palm to warm her cheek, the warmth questioning her gently as if asking her permission. And she let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes and giving in, turning her head to press her face gently into his caress. He pulled her into a warm embrace, pressing his face into her hair.
"Je t'aime, ma cherie. An' Remy mean it wit' everyt'ing he got." Rogue slipped her arms around his waist instead of replying, letting herself go, releasing her anxieties in favor of basking in the warmth of his body. She was just giving him a chance, that was all. Not like she declared love for him back, it was too soon after all, at least for her. But then guilt rose in her chest. She tried to push it away but still, the enormity of her decision weighed down on her. She was giving him a chance to be with her. A chance that Pietro never got. As if sensing how she felt, Remy held her closer, stroking his hands comfortingly, yet sensually, over the small of her back, and her thoughts gave way. She relaxed, letting herself mold into his body, letting herself enjoy the sensations, letting it all go. For now.
Remy, on the other hand, was very pleased with himself. So pleased he wanted to bow regally for his performance and had to practice some restraint. She didn't love him yet, but he got a chance now to prove himself 'worthy'. She was as good as his. Bye-bye Pietro. He slipped his hand into his trenchcoat pocket and fished out the scarf, pulling back from Rogue a bit. When she saw the green piece of material, her eyes flickered up to his questioningly, and he smiled in return, shaking his head once.
"No, chere, I didn' bring it out f' dat. I mean, I won' complain', but I won' rush y' eit'er. Remy jus' t'ought, or rat'er hope, y' would take it an' wear it now." He held it out to her and she took it, fingering it slightly. The memory of his lips on hers ran through her mind as she examined the scarf and she shivered at the recalled passion. Suddenly, she wanted to have that moment back. She turned to Remy, grabbing his face with the scarf draped between her hands, forming a shield around his mouth, and she kissed him passionately. His eyes widened in surprise for only a few seconds until he started responding, slipping his hands to her hips as he pressed her back against the wall. The girl still had some surprises up her sleeve, it seemed. Feisty.
He liked it.
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And so starts Remy/Rogue's relationship. Je t'aime means I love you. And yes, he's just throwin' the words around to get his way. Now I can start having Remy really fall in love with her. Heh, he wasn't actually gonna kiss her without the scarf, he was bluffin'. I just wanted Rogue and Remy to kiss again. Hey, I'm human, and a Romy fan... have to satisfy myself too sometimes. I'll explain it as she's taking the moment to let it all go, relax, forget all her trouble for the moment, enjoy it while she can.
Hmm, apparently Remy being so asshole-y is making his scenes with Rogue taste a bit sour *coughcoughIsandahalfcoughcough* but I'll make up for it later. So, cool beans anyway.
Also got a comment about how ooc Pietro is. Eh, hardly a brutal comment. Bound to happen. Remy and Rogue are characters that seem made for this kinda drama, comic or cartoon. Now, given that in the evo cartoon, Remy's character isn't quite, how can I put this, that developed just yet, I don't think I need to explain why their characters are made for love troubles, but if I do need to just ask and I'll go on a rant about that. As it is, it's 4 am and I'm feeling particularly lazy on ranting. Anyhow. I don't really know Pietro too well in terms of original cartoon (I don't even think he was there), or comic. And in evo, he seems fairly flat as a character. Arrogant, blah. Obnoxious, blah. Cocky, blah. Though, admittedly, he kinda grows on you. And then you have to infer the issues he has. Family wise, his father and Wanda... enough said. He's caught in between! And he's always caught in between his father and something. Like, in father vs. brotherhood, he chose father of course, and though personally, I'd like to believe he had a hard time betraying his friends, the cartoon hardly portrayed that if at all. So basically, he just seems arrogant, obnoxious, cocky, and evil. I mean, at least Magneto thinks he's doing what's best. Pietro doesn't seem to have much meaning other than to be an annoyance. So, I'm taking the liberty to give him some sort of meaning. The problem is, I only write about him whenever Rogue's involved, or nearby. This is a Romy, not a Rietro. While his emotions on the subject are important, as this also is a triangle, in a ways, I don't want to focus too much on him. Obviously his emotions on the subject are gonna seem ooc. And how he acts with Rogue are gonna seem ooc. I didn't think chapter 5 was that bad though, but anyways. I digress. Have I written any about Pietro interacting with anybody else but Rogue, yet? No, I left it out. Unimportant. At least in comparison.
... And I lost my train of thought. Did I mention how late it is? I like writing late at night, even though my vocabulary is impaired. Not to mention my typing. But I tend to digress more. I don't think I even explained it well at all.
Bah. I'm the writer, I take the liberty of not having to. :)
Rielyn