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The next two weeks were spent in planning for the wedding. Both wanted it to be soon and they were doing all they could to make it soon. Their guest list was small, containing mostly mutants from the institute, and no family. Rogue didn't have family and Remy didn't want his involved. Both were so busy that they didn't have much time for each other or time to be nervous. Rogue was always surrounded by a group of giddy girls while Remy was hounded by all the males about planning a bachelor party.

The bachelor party was indeed a fun time for all males present, complete with much drinking and two lovely strippers dressed as 'innocent' school girls. Though the alcohol was closely monitored by the ever watchful Scott Summers, Remy got enough to all boys present despite the fact that most were underage.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and while the male population of the institute nursed their hangovers, the females fought over how Rogue should look. They crowded around her in Kitty's room forcing different colors of eye shadow under her nose for her to choose from and mercilessly pulled her hair into different do's.

Remy sat nervously in his own room, until restlessness had him walking to the lower levels of the mansion. He soon found himself by the bedside of his best friend.

"Don't worry, Johnny," Remy whispered. "Remy promised ya he'd take care of de Rogue. Remy will take good care of her, mon ami." He sat in silence, except for beeps that signaled the pyromaniac's steady heartbeat. After some time, he got up, patted his friend's shoulder and left for the gardens outside where the ceremony would be held.

Remy stood in front of a priest waiting for his bride. When he saw her make her way down the isle, his breath caught in his throat. Her dress was simple white that flowed behind her gracefully as she walked. Curls on top of her head were covered by a sheer veil that fell over her face, hiding her features except her bright green eyes magnified by tears welling up. She had always dreamed of a wedding, but she had never thought it would actually happen. She spent a great deal of her life unable to touch, after all.

The words of the priest seemed distant and muffled to Rogue. She was in a trance, captured by her future husband's demonically beautiful red-on-black eyes. Somewhere far away she heard someone saying something:

"If anyone has reason for these two not to wed, speak now or forever-"

"I object," a weak voice interrupted, bringing Rogue out of her trance. She turned her head towards the back of the garden to find out who did not approve of her marriage. She gasped at who she saw and froze in a new trance, her eyes locked with icy blue eyes.

"I want to give the bride a last kiss before I let her marry my best mate."


Sorry it's short, but I just really like cliffhangers so I had to stop. Thanks for your reviews and I hope you continue to enjoy my story. Suggestions and requests are always welcome as well as critcism of any kind. I warn you however, that if youare cruel aboutmy work, I will return the favor, even more aggressively.