Et Tous le Musique Arretee
Chapter 5: Gets it Faster
A/N: I want reviews! Ok, so I'm writing this exactly a day after I post chapter two, but why don't people review? I am a lost, lonely person! Take pity on me! And if you review I will probably bow down before you. I live off of reviews and frappuccinos, or however the hell you spell it. I went ahead because of my two vacations in August- Mexico and a beachside hotel about an hour's drive from where I live. This way, when I got back from Mexico, chapter three could be posted without any wait.
Anyways, please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I do not X-Men: Evolution or this song, which is by A.F.I. and on the CD "The Art of Drowning". Nor do I own 'mOBSCENE' which is by Marilyn Manson and on the CD "The Golden Age of Grotesque".There. You can't sue me.
Dedication: This is dedicated to all my reviewers who were impatient with me for putting Romy-goodness off until chapter five, and now you really don't get it until chapter six. If you want to shoot me, I understand…
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Rogue was listening to 'mOBSCENE' on repeat and finishing up a sketch when Remy knocked on her door. Not knowing it was him, she called, "Come in!" over the music. The door opened slowly, and she turned her head. Kitty would have phased in, and Kurt would have ported in. No one else ever looked for her, except…
Remy.
Crapcrapcrap.
She shifted so she was on her side and her head was propped on her hand.
"What do ya want now, Cajun?" she all but snapped. Her eyes softened, though, when she saw his eyes flit back towards the door. "Sorry. Ah'm not in a great mood raht now." He shrugged.
"Y' ever in a great mood, p'tite?" he asked her pointedly. She mimicked his action and shrugged her shoulders.
"In case you haven't caught on, sugah, there ain't much reason foh me ta be." She pointed out. He smiled that god-damned beautiful smile and she didn't know what to say or do.
"Den I give you a reason, chere," he told her cockily. Crapcrapcrap.
"What the hell are ya playin' at, swamp rat?" she asked him. He told her.
"Y're havin' dinner wit' me tomorrow night, chere," he told her easily. She raised an eyebrow, and he marveled at how she made the gesture seem both challenging and skeptical.
"And what made ya think that Ah would actually agree to that?" she asked him. He shrugged.
"Jus' had a feelin' y' would want t', chere," he told her simply. Suddenly it didn't seem like such a bad idea- she really didn't have anything to worry about, it wasn't like he could touch her.
"Alraht," she finally agreed, then turned back to her sketch. Why had she not wanted to go in the first place? He slipped out the door, satisfied.
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~*~*~*~*~DREAM SEQUENCE ~*~*~*~*~
Blaring music. Freakin' music keeping people from hearing her desperate cries… His body pressed against hers, cold fingers entangled in her hair. His other hand was working on the tie of her shirt while she trembled. Finally- though it didn't seem long enough to her- he worked out the knot. Luckily she'd worn a bra. Her eyes widened as his cold, cold hands caressed her skin. With a burst of desperation, she struggled and opened her mouth to scream, but he slapped her and clamped a coldcoldcold hand over her mouth.
His shirt was off, but she was positive that if it had been her choice, she wouldn't even be here. But he'd made it very, very clear that she didn't have a choice. His lips, as icy- if not more so- as his hands, trailed along her collarbone. She struggled away. He grabbed her arm and twisted her to face him and she really did scream but that stupid blaring pounding music kept everyone else from hearing her. If that music hadn't been playing then she wouldn't still be here, slammed against the wall of a dark, empty closet. She looked down.
If I don't look at him then he doesn't exist… she mentally screamed. He tilted her face up, coldcoldcold fingers grasping her chin firmly, roughly. Hands on her wrist and chin coldcoldcold God, please, no! she mentally pleaded.
Looking into brown eyes but now they were those familiar soft brown ones that belonged to Remy.
She screamed and sat up straight in bed, drenched in sweat and clenching her right wrist.
~*~*~*~*~*A little note I might have forgotten to mention: In Day of Reckoning, Remy has brown eyes- it has to be an image inducer, contacts don't cover the whites of your eyes- but in 'The Toad, the Witch, and the Wardrobe' they're red and black, the same in 'Under Lock and Key'- but Rogue doesn't see him in those episodes. Because of the All-Star game, I missed 'The Stuff of Villains' where Rogue sees Remy at Bayville High, but I'm going to pretend his eyes were brown there. So she's never seen his spiff-tacular red-on-black 'demon' eyes.~*~*~*~*
"Rogue! Are you like, alright?" Kitty asked her. The Gothic girl only stared blankly at her sheets.
"What was that?" she asked herself, shaking her head.
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"Eat." Logan spoke plainly, shoving the plate of pancakes across towards Rogue. She shook her head slightly.
"Ah'm not that hungry. Ah'll grab somethin' from Starbucks and have a big lunch." She told him flatly. She wore a shirt like her sheer green one, only it was blood red, and a ripped tank top. When she stood, her black jeans adorned with chains made everyone stare.
"What?" she demanded, and they all shook her head. After she left, though, they turned to Kitty expectantly, who shrugged.
"She, like, had another shopping spree at Lip Service!" she exclaimed in a hushed voice, and everyone except Remy nodded understandingly.
"Lip Service?" he asked slowly. Kitty shrugged.
"It's like, some Goth-punk online store-thingy. Rogue totally spends all her money there. It's like, she has pretty much everything." She said with a shrug.
~~~~For those that are wondering, Lip Service actually DOES exist. I don't know if anything I described can be found there, but they have some really gorgeous designs~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Rogue, like, hurry!" Kitty complained. Rogue darted out of the mansion, deep red lipstick covering her lips pulled into a frown. She opened the door to the Jeep and found Remy sitting in the last seat.
"What is he doin' here?" she asked angrily. She had good reason for her anger- she would either have to sit on Remy or Kurt's lap in order to get a ride to school. Remy smirked up at her, fully aware of her predicament.
"He's going somewhere." Scott replied, obviously angry as well. Rogue weighed her options in her mind. Sit on Remy's lap…urgh. But piss off Scott…good…piss of Jean, who obviously was interested in Remy…even better. Finally she groaned and threw her backpack in, settling herself angrily on his lap, smirking inwardly as Scott and Jean's jaws dropped simultaneously.
She looked pointedly at Remy in the rearview mirror. "Get any ideas and Ah won't hesitate ta put ya in a coma," she warned him, and he shrugged. Kurt looked almost as astonished as Scott- Jean's astonishment had quickly turned to jealousy and rage. Rogue didn't even think she liked Remy, but she mentally taunted Jean, fully aware that the girl could hear her. Eat your heart out, Miss Priss, she projected on purpose. Remy must have understood what she'd done because he laughed at Jean's expression.
The ride was uneventful with the exception of Rogue taking every chance she could to anger Jean. But it was all inside her head, so Jean technically couldn't prove anything. But Rogue knew that she would get her revenge.
When they finally arrived at the school parking lot, Rogue found it crowded. Crap. How the hell was she supposed to get out without anyone noticing she had been sitting on a guy's lap?
Jean, apparently, had followed her train of thought and telekinetically opened her door. All. The. Way.
So, the whole student body gaped at the Goth girl sitting on the hot guy's lap.
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Nobody really paid attention to Bronwyn. She was just… considered crazy. Last year she had jumped off the roof and survived because huge black devil wings had burst from her back. The year before she had tried to hang herself. Every passing year brought her closer to actually killing herself. Her suicide attempts were just amusement to everyone.
But nobody knew, did they? Those wings, those wings that had saved her would also kill her. And despite her shy, quiet act, Bronwyn was actually quite the schemer.
So when she found out she was going to die- she promised herself something- she would not be the only one to go down.
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Ooooohhhhhh… cliffie… I know you all want to shoot me, even though…no…one…is…reading…this. But, that was fun. The idea of Rogue on Remy's lap was just far too inviting, I'm sorry. And, yes, Bronwyn has a purpose. Everything has a purpose. It's like an RPG. You have to pay attention to the details.
And the title was a major hint to what's going on. If you think you know, guess in a review ~_^
Shout-Outs:
Laureate: Eh…huh? As for the translating-ness, I appreciate it. Thank you! Was this fast enough?
Ishandahalf: Ehh… not exactly the fluff you wanted, huh? Oh, well, chapter six will come soon enough. All the sooner if you review. But… I appreciate it. And I don't think I responded to your review for chapter three: yeah, I love AFI as well, but somehow I don't think Kurt would. I appreciate your reviews!
Yumiko: Romy romance…heh. I laughed at that. I found it amusing. I know, I know, I promised romance in chapter five. But… there's lots in chapter six to make up for it! And you know how to get to that fluff faster…*winks* Review like you did.
Agent Goodnight-23: Don't you love Rogue's character design? Originally, Remy was going to say, "Playing hard to get, I see," and Rogue was going to respond, "I'm not PLAYING hard to get, I AM hard to get," but I cut it out. Anyways, yeah, I had to make Esme/ suffer. I hope this was soon enough.
Passionate Crow Rat: Everyone seems to love the "hard-to-get-ness" so I have one thing to say: OOPS. Ah, well, can you blame me? Yeah, Rogue rocks. Anyways, I updated, so will you review? Pretty please?
Weeble Wobble Chic: Woah. A new reviewer. I feel special. Anyways, it's really simple to gain MY luv, too. All you have to do is review! Holy crap, I've been writing too much poetry. Anyways, I'm glad you like it.
Lyrics- Please note that I took only a small section of the lyrics for this chapter. The reason is, simply, the rest didn't really fit and I couldn't think of anything else. So there.
I wanna do right by youI'm finding out that cheating gets it faster
I'm holding out, not getting an answer
I'm finding out that cheating gets it faster
That song rocks. I love the guitar rip in the interlude. Best part of the song.
-The Tourniquet