Oct 1986..
The five year stepped off of the plane and looked around for the man who his Mama said was his Papa. Kayla, the nice flight attendant, was with him and she pointed to a guy holding a large playing card with a Jack of Spades on the front.
"Is that your father?" Kayla asked him, directing his attention to the man.
Richard looked at the guy. The man wore a tan trenchcoat, had reddish brown hair and in his other hand was a deck of cards, the boy noticed that the man constantly shifted in his hand.
"I think so," Richard said unsure if he really knew.
In his whole life of five years, he only was told of his Papa. Most of it came from people who didn't like him, and the little bit that was good, came from his Mama. Before she left him in the care of Kayla hours earlier, Richard had begged his Mama to come with him and to let him to stay with her. Unknown to him, her heart bled at his cries. She didn't want to send him away, but it was to save his life and to give him a chance of a full and happy childhood. Something that her people wouldn't have allowed for him to have. And as the plane took off she had cried as she knew that she'd not ever see her son again.
But Richard had arrived at the Paris airport and was now walking up to the man with Kayla.
"What's your name sir?" Richard heard her ask.
"Remy LeBeau."
Kayla smiled and she gently pushed the boy forward.
"This is your son," She introduced.
The boy wanted to hide as the man's red eyes looked down on him, "You're the lil' kit huh?"
"Richard Boudreaux," Kayla offered.
The boy saw the man smile and crouched.
"Welcome home kit," Richard heard.
July 2000...
Kit waited until the exact minute on meeting with his Father. It always annoyed him, that Kit did that, he was given a time and the teen could be counted on showing his face on the dot.
Remy saw his son listening to his headphones again and bobbing his head to a song. He knew his boy well. Kit seemed to never take things seriously, always appearing to play around. But in truth, Gambit knew that he had did right in what he did to raise his son, and it was clear in the way that Kit acted when it came down to producing the desired results. Yet sometimes Remy wondered, if he should get his son checked to see if there was something off.
Gambit reached out to grab the headphones off of his boy's head, only to be smoothly dodged, as Kit spun around and dropped to the ground. The man turned around to see that his son was back on his feet, but only caught a glimpse of the boy, and Remy frowned as he realized that Kit was toying with him.
Kit suddenly saw a flash of white and he learned that he was sitting on the ground. He quickly discovered that his headphones were now in his Father's hands and the object was turning red.
"Hey," Kit retorted feebly as he heard tiny popping noises coming from his headphones. "Papa!"
"I taught ya' better than that," Remy told him as he dropped the now useless object.
Kit got up, brushing himself off, and looked at his Father expectingly.
"I asked you to meet wit' me," Gambit informed his son. He was going to continue, but a question came to the front of his mind. "Y' finished wit' Infinity Tribal?"
"Yeah," Kit answered, smiling. "I did what they wanted, so I should be getting meh money."
"Good," Remy said. "I jus' got a phone call from a Professor Xavier. He wants us t' meet him at Central Park."
"No Papa," Kit said, his smile fading. "He wants t' meet with you. I've long made it clear that I'm with the Faction. I'm down with protecting the line that was drawn."
"Well I'm not!" Gambit said. "W' all are equal."
Kit frowned. His Father knew what he thought about the X-Men. Oh, the school was alright, but the people and Xavier knowingly put the innocent children that went to school there at risk everyday. It angered the Faction, but since the main base was located in Europe, the difficult choice was made to wait and watch to see when the school would be attacked by the humans.
"Th' Humans ain't thinking that way," Kit said getting angry, his talk slipping from the proper way that he had drilled into him. "Wha' y' think tha' they jus' gonna sit an' let us go?!"
"Quit ya' yelling," Gambit ordered.
Kit stopped, realizing the truth in his Father's words. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them, he looked at the man calmly.
"Papa," Kit said, a smooth calm radiating from him. "You can go and meet with the man. I'll go and visit Krysto."
"Okay," Remy said, feeling a bit disappointed. "Y' keep in touch wit me."
"I will Papa," Kit promised.
Sorry people, if this was any way out of character. It's been a while since I really read any comics, or watched any of the newer movies. I'm going by my memory, so if you guys have any suggestions, I would greatly appreciate them.
I hope that you enjoyed the chapter.