The beginning of seriousness in this chapter. And yes, I have
been using a translator, and yes I know its wrong, I take French so I know
it hasn't been all right, but I like to update as soon as I have a chapter
done, so I don't use my expertise *cough cough* to fix it, I just want
to get it up, so I don't go to change it later, because I always do that
with my writing. I think everyone will like this chapter, I hope, I liked
writing it. Oh! And I have to give a little advertising time to a story
called "Through Time" by Fleurdelys, it is under the x-men comic, but it
isn't a huge difference in characters. It is an extremely good Reamy/Rogue
fic that everyone should read. I don't own X-Men by the by, Marvel does.
Please r/r.
Chapter 12: Meurtre
She looked into his strange eyes, so guarded, so impossible to read, and so engulfed in the present time. It wasn't like him to think about the future or the past, because he feared both, so in his mind, the present was the only stable tense. She could change it though, because she was not the kind of girl to just be a fling, she was the kind of girl he could fall in love with. So, he kissed her, and stroked her face gently, yet the moment was full of passion. Rogue couldn't help but get caught in the moment, because after so much time of being unable to make contact with anyone, she suddenly finds herself in the ultimate-Well almost ultimate touch. A thought concerned her though; what if he expected it to go further? It frightened her, but not so much the thought of him wanting it to go further, but the thought that she herself wanted it to go further. There they were, making out on his bed, which was an ideal place for things, but she knew it shouldn't go that far. What she didn't know was that he didn't want it to go that far either, and he was afraid she did.
A ringing came from the other room. They broke their embrace hesitantly, and Remy quickly made his way to the next room. Rogue bit her lip and smiled to herself, could this really be happening? Now all thoughts of her dream slipped away from her, for she was in absolute happy disbelief. She knew that he wasn't a "good guy" and she knew that absolutely nobody would approve of this, but she just didn't care. All she knew at that moment was that she was there, able to touch, and with a potential relationship. Rogue looked at Remy through the doorframe, his face serious as he listened to the voice on the other line. As the sun hit him through a window, she could truly appreciate his features; his well chiseled body, his well defined jaw, his auburn hair which flared with red as the light reflected off it.
"Great timing mon ami," she heard him say with a sigh, "Alright Remy's on his way," he took the phone away from his ear and pushed a button before tossing it onto the counter. Remy rubbed his chin with his left hand, looking angry with himself, and almost even disgusted. He saw her staring and smiled, walking back to the room. Remy opened the bottom drawer and pulled out two articles of clothing.
"Duty calls," he said as he took off his pants revealing his striped boxers, which made Rogue blush madly. He put on a pair of black pants, and a tight red shirt. Remy saw the look of concern on her face, and knew it was because of where he was going, and how his orders may affect her friends.
"Will you be long?" she asked quietly, avoiding his eyes. Remy took a few steps forward, towards her, and reached down tilted her head up by her chin tenderly and gave her a long kiss.
"For you, Remy will be back so fast you'll think he never even left," he saw that his words didn't help her worries, "Listen, chere, Remy knows what a predicament we in; X-Men against Magneto, but Remy is gonna do what Remy has to do," he paused and looked away from her for a moment, "But I can promise you, I won't hurt your friends, and if dats the plan, then-" again he paused again, "Then I'm out of dere, blackmail or no."
"You mean that?" she smiled.
"Of course, and Remy always keeps his promises," he kissed her again, "Okay," another kiss, "I gotta," another kiss, "Go," yet again another kiss. Remy kissed her hand this time, "Until we meet again, ma chere," and with that he left.
Rogue sighed and collapsed into the white pillow, smiling once more. He would let himself get in horrible trouble for her, he would leave Magneto for her, he was just too good to be true. She sat up, not wanting to stay still; she wanted to jump on the bed and laugh, cry, shout with joy, but she held herself together. Somebody liked her for who she was, and even though she barely knew him, she did know him oh so well! Remy was the guy that would never commit, but not because he was a player, but because he never found the right person. Could she be the right person?
Suddenly Remy came charging back into the room and tackled her down into the bed. Rogue just laughed at the unexpected attack, as he started to kiss her again.
"Mon Dieu, you'll be the end of me!" he exclaimed, pinning her down under him.
"Thought you had to leave sugah," she laughed, but he merely kissed her again.
"I do, I do," he sat up and sighed, "Why does Remy have the bad luck with timing?"
"Destiny I guess," she beamed up at him, as he got off her and left with a simple hand gesture from his turned back. Again she laughed as he exited, looked back and winked at her before leaving for real.
Magneto looked at his minions, his lackeys, who lounged about the office. His face was serious and tired, as if he had been up for many days on end without sleep. Nobody looked too concerned though, to half of them it was a pay check, but for the other half it was a forced alliance. Suddenly Magneto gave a small smile.
"The time has come," he said quietly, but his words made the four men snap to attention, "For us to mark the beginning of mutant kind, to gain the recognition, and respect of the mutant population. One more key and Apocalypse is set free, and no matter what side we're on, we cannot allow this to happen. By preventing this we can gain power, and followers, and then we can have our way with this idiot driven world. No mutant will need fear for their lives; no mutant will go taunted; no mu-" he was cut off.
"We get the point, mate," said St. John, otherwise referred to as Pyro, which he preferred.
"Yes," Magneto said coldly, "Well, I have discovered through a rather talented mutant who can see the future, that Apocalypse will be released."
"So what can we do about it?" asked Remy indignantly, "Seers are almost always right."
"That's why we have to do something not foreseen you impertinent boy," he shot a look at Remy, "My source has concluded that the only reason that Apocalypse is set free is because of the X-Men, because of the orders given to them by Charles Xavier. Fowl play is at work, and though I had hope it wouldn't come to it, there is only one option."
"Warn them?" Remy asked, though knowing that reasoning between the two organizations was not the most likely thing to occur.
"We must-" he looked down in shame.
"Meurtre," Remy said simply in disbelief. He had already been a pawn in the death of others once before and he did not intend on being used again. He wanted to shout at him, to storm out of that room, but he knew that he would only be killed for it. Sure, that group seemed like a harmless bunch of idiots sometimes, but the half in it for the money would kill without hesitation. Remy decided to play along for now and nodded, when inside his head he kept contemplating the plan:
"Murder."
Sorry that took so long to get up but I had a little lack of inspiration. You see! I told you it would get serious! I'll let you know right now, this is the last bit of real fluff for a while, there will be romance of course but not so much of the happy cuddly kind. So finally the things goin on in the mansion will be revealed, of course it will be revealed slowly because its more fun for me that way heh heh. So please r/r.
Chapter 12: Meurtre
She looked into his strange eyes, so guarded, so impossible to read, and so engulfed in the present time. It wasn't like him to think about the future or the past, because he feared both, so in his mind, the present was the only stable tense. She could change it though, because she was not the kind of girl to just be a fling, she was the kind of girl he could fall in love with. So, he kissed her, and stroked her face gently, yet the moment was full of passion. Rogue couldn't help but get caught in the moment, because after so much time of being unable to make contact with anyone, she suddenly finds herself in the ultimate-Well almost ultimate touch. A thought concerned her though; what if he expected it to go further? It frightened her, but not so much the thought of him wanting it to go further, but the thought that she herself wanted it to go further. There they were, making out on his bed, which was an ideal place for things, but she knew it shouldn't go that far. What she didn't know was that he didn't want it to go that far either, and he was afraid she did.
A ringing came from the other room. They broke their embrace hesitantly, and Remy quickly made his way to the next room. Rogue bit her lip and smiled to herself, could this really be happening? Now all thoughts of her dream slipped away from her, for she was in absolute happy disbelief. She knew that he wasn't a "good guy" and she knew that absolutely nobody would approve of this, but she just didn't care. All she knew at that moment was that she was there, able to touch, and with a potential relationship. Rogue looked at Remy through the doorframe, his face serious as he listened to the voice on the other line. As the sun hit him through a window, she could truly appreciate his features; his well chiseled body, his well defined jaw, his auburn hair which flared with red as the light reflected off it.
"Great timing mon ami," she heard him say with a sigh, "Alright Remy's on his way," he took the phone away from his ear and pushed a button before tossing it onto the counter. Remy rubbed his chin with his left hand, looking angry with himself, and almost even disgusted. He saw her staring and smiled, walking back to the room. Remy opened the bottom drawer and pulled out two articles of clothing.
"Duty calls," he said as he took off his pants revealing his striped boxers, which made Rogue blush madly. He put on a pair of black pants, and a tight red shirt. Remy saw the look of concern on her face, and knew it was because of where he was going, and how his orders may affect her friends.
"Will you be long?" she asked quietly, avoiding his eyes. Remy took a few steps forward, towards her, and reached down tilted her head up by her chin tenderly and gave her a long kiss.
"For you, Remy will be back so fast you'll think he never even left," he saw that his words didn't help her worries, "Listen, chere, Remy knows what a predicament we in; X-Men against Magneto, but Remy is gonna do what Remy has to do," he paused and looked away from her for a moment, "But I can promise you, I won't hurt your friends, and if dats the plan, then-" again he paused again, "Then I'm out of dere, blackmail or no."
"You mean that?" she smiled.
"Of course, and Remy always keeps his promises," he kissed her again, "Okay," another kiss, "I gotta," another kiss, "Go," yet again another kiss. Remy kissed her hand this time, "Until we meet again, ma chere," and with that he left.
Rogue sighed and collapsed into the white pillow, smiling once more. He would let himself get in horrible trouble for her, he would leave Magneto for her, he was just too good to be true. She sat up, not wanting to stay still; she wanted to jump on the bed and laugh, cry, shout with joy, but she held herself together. Somebody liked her for who she was, and even though she barely knew him, she did know him oh so well! Remy was the guy that would never commit, but not because he was a player, but because he never found the right person. Could she be the right person?
Suddenly Remy came charging back into the room and tackled her down into the bed. Rogue just laughed at the unexpected attack, as he started to kiss her again.
"Mon Dieu, you'll be the end of me!" he exclaimed, pinning her down under him.
"Thought you had to leave sugah," she laughed, but he merely kissed her again.
"I do, I do," he sat up and sighed, "Why does Remy have the bad luck with timing?"
"Destiny I guess," she beamed up at him, as he got off her and left with a simple hand gesture from his turned back. Again she laughed as he exited, looked back and winked at her before leaving for real.
Magneto looked at his minions, his lackeys, who lounged about the office. His face was serious and tired, as if he had been up for many days on end without sleep. Nobody looked too concerned though, to half of them it was a pay check, but for the other half it was a forced alliance. Suddenly Magneto gave a small smile.
"The time has come," he said quietly, but his words made the four men snap to attention, "For us to mark the beginning of mutant kind, to gain the recognition, and respect of the mutant population. One more key and Apocalypse is set free, and no matter what side we're on, we cannot allow this to happen. By preventing this we can gain power, and followers, and then we can have our way with this idiot driven world. No mutant will need fear for their lives; no mutant will go taunted; no mu-" he was cut off.
"We get the point, mate," said St. John, otherwise referred to as Pyro, which he preferred.
"Yes," Magneto said coldly, "Well, I have discovered through a rather talented mutant who can see the future, that Apocalypse will be released."
"So what can we do about it?" asked Remy indignantly, "Seers are almost always right."
"That's why we have to do something not foreseen you impertinent boy," he shot a look at Remy, "My source has concluded that the only reason that Apocalypse is set free is because of the X-Men, because of the orders given to them by Charles Xavier. Fowl play is at work, and though I had hope it wouldn't come to it, there is only one option."
"Warn them?" Remy asked, though knowing that reasoning between the two organizations was not the most likely thing to occur.
"We must-" he looked down in shame.
"Meurtre," Remy said simply in disbelief. He had already been a pawn in the death of others once before and he did not intend on being used again. He wanted to shout at him, to storm out of that room, but he knew that he would only be killed for it. Sure, that group seemed like a harmless bunch of idiots sometimes, but the half in it for the money would kill without hesitation. Remy decided to play along for now and nodded, when inside his head he kept contemplating the plan:
"Murder."
Sorry that took so long to get up but I had a little lack of inspiration. You see! I told you it would get serious! I'll let you know right now, this is the last bit of real fluff for a while, there will be romance of course but not so much of the happy cuddly kind. So finally the things goin on in the mansion will be revealed, of course it will be revealed slowly because its more fun for me that way heh heh. So please r/r.