Chapter 4
Remy was coming to see Rogue. He technically could have called her, or written her a letter, but that wouldn't have been the same. Besides, when he got a job in New York, he couldn't help but go visit his old friend. God, he missed her. Her soft skin, her scathing tongue and incredible temper, her gorgeous eyes that everyone thought were brown when those were just colored contacts, everything about her. He wanted her back where she belonged, with him. Besides, letters were overrated, and what he had to say would be much better said in person.
Mind you, Remy still didn't know how to say what he was going to. "Rogue, I know it's been a long time and I know why you left and we can get around your powers like we did before." No, that wouldn't work. "Rogue, I think I might love you." No way in hell. "Rogue-" his thoughts were cut off as his powers kicked in. He felt pain like he'd never felt before. He felt sorry for whoever it was, but this wasn't the time for pity. He put his empathic walls up and kept driving his baby, a gorgeous '05 Valkyrie Rune .It was second in his heart to only Rogue. It's had an 1832cc liquid-cooled horizontally opposed six-cylinder engine with PGM-FI carburetion with automatic choke, and its ignition was computer-controlled digital with three-dimensional mapping. The paint color was Candy Black Cherry, a dark red color. (A/N: yes, I'm drooling over a bike, leave me alone. Besides, it's hot, and I'll never get one because it's $27,699 and I'm only 15.)
Some people back in New Orleans would probably think the apocalypse was coming, as nervous as he was. Yes, Remy LeBeau, prince of thieves and king of hearts, was nervous because of a girl. Rogue, however, was far from being a normal girl. She was the first person -and the last- to like his eyes, she didn't faun over him, and she yelled at him all the time. The two of them argued just to kiss and make up- or more accurately fuck and make up- and they continuously treated the other like shit. That, however, was just part of the complex game they played, and it was fun. Of course, if anyone else tried to treat one of them like that the other kicked the idiot's ass immediately. They were the strangest, most insane, argumentative, and loving couple you'd ever meet. It's a very intricate relationship which you have to see to understand.
Remy had been shocked when Rogue told him she was leaving. She refused adamantly to tell him why, even though now he knew. It bothered him deeply how little he knew about her past. She knew virtually nothing about his, but at least she knew his real name. He was stuck calling her Rogue but she knew him as Remy, not just Gambit. The extent of his knowledge of her background was that she was from Mississippi. No knowledge of her family, friends, or even birthday was known to anyone else, and that was quite literal. He knew at some point in time she'd used Marie as an alias, but that was as useless to him as Rogue.
Back to the task at hand, how to approach Rogue. He really wasn't all that interested in pissing her off, he just wanted her affection. Whether she was gentle like he knew she was sometimes or harsh like when he'd come back after being gone for several days he didn't care. Mind you, he knew she'd probably give him many, many bruises, but he had no problems with that. At the moment he wouldn't care if she suffocated him, at least he'd have her back. They'd always been much like fire and water. She was a fiery girl with insane passion and drive that sometimes made her life very difficult. At the same time she was scared of taking risks and had issues dealing with people. He was a laidback man that strongly agreed with whoever said "Nothing risked, nothing gained," and played people as well as he played cards.
It hit him for the first time she was the first girl he'd cared about after they broke up. Even if she didn't want to get back together with him, it occurred to him that he'd remember her until he died. He was suddenly incredibly jealous of all of the people living at Xavier's School for the Gifted, because they got to be with her all day every day. Remy decided they were all a bunch of bastards. No, he didn't know them or how they'd treated her, but he automatically hated them for being with her when he wasn't. He hated them as much as he'd hate someone if they hit his bike. Damn, he wanted to kill them.
The closer he got to the institute, the weaker his shields seemed to get. Aw, shit. Only once before had he had issues this bad with his powers, and that had been someone suicidal. He'd ignored it and realized what happened when he saw the news that night. He couldn't let someone kill themselves, especially when they might be one of Rogue's friends. Sometimes he could swear the girl was going to drive him insane. Next thing you know he'd be giving away all his money to the community and give his baby to some obnoxious boy that dreamed of owning a motorcycle. He silently reassured himself nothing, not even Rogue, could make him get rid of his Valkyrie Rune. The person who was feeling so much pain was getting closer, apparently coming from somewhere within the little forest thing that Xavier apparently thought would make a good yard for the children. Vowing to kill the person himself if anything happened to his beautiful bike, he hit the brakes, jumped off his bike, carefully hid it, and then headed into the trees.
hmm... i wonder who could possibly be suicidal in the forest-thingy at the mansion. the next chapter is gonna be pure Rogue, and after that let the Romy begin! PLEASE REVIEW!
