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Ever Watchful Angel

Chapter 4: A New Guardian

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"Why are ya at th' lookin' spring?" the female voice that Amara had heard asked. She was a devil with thin, almost withered, dark green wings. She had very brown auburn hair that just reached to her shoulders, with two natural white streaks or stripes in the front. She was very pale, wearing an outfit very similar to the eighties punk era. She had on a ripped white tee with profanity and obscure images on it, underneath a shiny black leather jacket ending at mid waist, dull studs on the shoulders and ends of the sleeves. She wore a short skirt made of the same shiny leather material as her jacket, fish net stockings covering her long legs. She also wore black combat boots, a leather choker with an inverted pentagram hanging from it, as well as black gloves. Her dark, goth make-up made her beautiful emeralds eyes appear a greyish green. Her name was Rogue.

"Sorry Sheila, but I thought she couldn't 'ear may. Won't 'appen again," the male voice Amara heard replied, with his Australian accent. He was also a devil with red, orange, and yellow wings, merging and weaving that they took the appearance of flames. He had short, wavy red hair that stuck up, and was streaked naturally with blonde and orange highlights that one could believe his hair was made of fire. His eyes were as blue as forget-me-nots, gleaming with a burning that matched his maniac's grin perfectly. He wore a fiery red, open, buttoned up surfer-styled T-shirt, with a black tee underneath, the bottom covered with a line that circled the whole shirt, made of blue flames. He also wore baggy brown cargo pants, all the pockets carrying some kind of lighter, as well as sturdy dark red shoes that looked in no hurry to wear out. His name was St. John Allerdyce, though most just called him John.

"Liar," a third voice joined in. The voice was male and had a southern accent as well, though this one was a Cajun one. He, like the other two, was a devil with black wings, the inside of them a deep shade of red. He had brown hair that was just long enough that, if tried hard enough, could be pulled into a small pony. He wore a blue-black buttoned-up dress T-shirt, the breast pocket covered with a flaming card on it: the ace of spades. He had the exact same design on the back of his shirt, though it went unseen. He also wore black jeans, a black belt with a silver buckle at the waist. He wore black combat boots, very similar to Rogue's, as well as an old, long, brown trench coat and fingerless black gloves. Though the most noticeable thing about him were his eyes: crimson irises on black. His name was Remy LeBeau.

"'Ey! Two against one ain't fair mates!" John argued, a little disgruntled.

"Oui, but for mon belle chere, Remy can make an acceptation," Remy shot back, his cocky smirk directed more towards Rogue than John.

"Don' flatter yahself, Swamp Rat," Rogue returned with a scowl, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Cherie, y' wound meh," Remy replied playfully, placing a hand over his heart, mocking injury.

"Barf," John said, placing one arm around his stomach, the other hand pointing to his open mouth, as he was just about to vomit. He, unwittingly, brought all the attention back to himself.

"So, why were ya at th' lookin' spring?" Rogue asked, returning to the subject that caused their argument in the first place.

"Well…" John mumbled off, either deep in thought or spacing out. Probably the latter.

"'Well' what?" Remy asked, curious as well to know why John would be interested in the looking spring.

"Well, ta look of course!" John exclaimed cheekily. Remy and Rogue groaned in unison.

"Ah know that! But why, key word 'why', were ya lookin' at th' lookin' spring?" Rogue asked, clearly aggravated. She tried her best to get her point across, since John could be thick sometimes, mostly on purpose.

"'Cause…" John mumbled off, very similarly to what a child would do. His hands were fidgeting, most likely the reason of wanting a lighter to flick, but he was holding that urge in, knowing that he currently was in trouble, and Rogue and Remy dislike it when he's flicking his lighter when he's in trouble. Especially when it's them he is in trouble with.

"'Cause' is not a answer, mon ami. Answer de question," Remy ordered, his annoyance just as high as Rogue's.

"'Cause I wanted to," John replied, grinning childishly. It seemed that even though John knew he was in deep trouble, he couldn't help himself in torturing his friends.

"John!" Rogue and Remy exclaimed at the same time, their patience at a very low.

"Wot?" John asked.

"Stop actin' lahke a child an' answer th' damn question!" Rogue ordered, her voice nearly shouting. Even holding down most of her anger, she was finding it difficult to keep her voice down.

"And if I don't?" John asked, his grin still plastered on his face. Remy flicked a card out of his pocket, it aglow with kinetic energy, while Rogue slipped off one of her gloves, revealing a pale hand and a few silver rings. John's grin fell like cement.

"I see…" Re-evaluating his chances, John quickly added, "No need ta get rough, mates. There was no real reason for watchin' 'er. I was just passin' through when I saw that Sheila in the pool. Someone 'igher up must 'ave been watchin' 'er or somethin'." John shrugged, hoping they would believe him. Sometimes, and John couldn't figure out why, they didn't believe him when he was telling the truth.

Luckily, for John anyway, just as Rogue was about to comment, a voice spoke into her mind. Rogue, please come to the Leader's Hall and see me. It is important.

"Chere?" Remy asked, confused why Rogue had frozen, her mouth still open, when she had just about to speak.

"Oh… oh sorry. Ah just called down ta th' Leader's Hall. Xavier wants ta see meh," Rogue said, still a little dazed.

"Wot for?" John asked.

"Don' know. Ah'll tell ya when Ah get back," Rogue answered. She then turned around, and started walking away from her friends, in the direction of the Leader's Hall.

"Au revoir cherie!" Remy called to her. Rogue waved good-bye back, not pausing or turning around.

"Wonder wot she's needed for?" John asked, watching her go.

"Good question mon ami, good question…" Remy answered, though to no one in particular.

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Rogue entered into the Leader's Hall, a bit uncertain. She didn't know the reason why Xavier would have called her here. She wasn't technically under his rule, and Rogue knew she hadn't done anything wrong. Well, nothing more than the usual stuff.

A gentle voice asking, "Rogue? What brings you here, child?" interrupted her uneasy thoughts. Rogue turned to where the voice had spoken from, to see who the owner was, though she already knew. The owner was Ororo, a loving, weather-controlling angel with beaming bluish-grey wings, like clouds right after the rain. She had elegantly long, white hair, brilliant blue eyes, and soft brown skin. She was wearing a long, sky blue sundress, which was bulging at the stomach. The reason Rogue would know who the voice was was because Ororo was the person who allowed people to come see Xavier, either when they were summoned or needed an audience with him. It had become a precaution after the war.

"Ah was called by Xavier 'Ro. He wanted ta see meh," Rogue said.

"Alright child, you may go in," Ororo replied, with a warm smile. Ororo could trust Rogue, and didn't give her any hassle. Even six months pregnant, Ororo was a force to be reckoned with, if needed be.

"Thanks, oh an' 'Ro?" Rogue asked, as she was just about to enter, as an afterthought.

"Yes Rogue?"

"Tell Logan Ah said hi, an' Ah hope th' babes a girl," Rogue said, winking before entering Xavier's side of the Leader's Hall. Ororo just chuckled.

Rogue just entered the actual hall part of the Leader's Hall, when the door shut right behind her, all on its own, the part where she stood lightening up. The rest of the room stayed laying in darkness. Man, Ah nevah get used ta that, Rogue thought, slightly startled.

Don't worry Rogue, only Erik and I are used to that. Xavier's voice said in her head. "Xavier!" Rogue exclaimed out loud, clearly surprised. She always could be caught off guard in how Xavier could be stealthy in his ways of communicating. Rogue looked up to see the same fifty-year-old angel Amara had seen at her grandmother's funeral. Though the shadows of the hall hid his features, Rogue knew them by heart. He was bald, with deep, understanding brown eyes. His feathery wings were the closest to white in all of heaven, and they had a new position every day, as if they were trying to find a comfortable place to rest against his wheelchair. And he normally wore a casual suit of earthy tones, always a sweater or turtleneck as the shirt underneath the suit, and those comfortably boring loafers an aging man would wear. "Yes Rogue. I apologize for startling you," Xavier said, his voice alone conveying his remorse. "It's okay, but why am Ah here?" Rogue asked, getting straight to the point. She was always like that. "Well, usually Erik would give you any orders, but he is currently occupied in Hell with his children Pietro and Wanda. And I believe this is too important of an order for Raven to tell you, so I decided to tell you myself," Xavier paused before he actually told Rogue the reason she was here. "There is a child named Amara Aquilla, who is desperate need of a guardian, and Erik and I thought you would be the perfect choice." "Meh?" Rogue asked, getting a grip around what he had just said. She found it unbelievable. "Yes you. Erik should be back the earliest tomorrow. You'll be contacted when he returns, and it'll be expected that you will arrive in the morning. Erik will give you the rest of your orders," Xavier said in one long breath. Rogue was sometimes amazed as how natural it sounded when he did it. "You may leave." "Alrahght," Rogue said before exiting the Leader's Hall (the door miraculously had re-opened). Waving good-bye to Ororo, Rogue headed back to the house she shared with Remy and John. Remy, who was the oldest in human standards, as well as angel/devil ones, believed he 'owned' the house. John and Rogue accepted this, mostly because technically Remy did have the house first, and that entitled him to be able to kick people out, if he wanted to. Many devils and angels shared homes together, but most of them were either all devil houses or all angel houses. It was a little awkward because in the war, they had been enemies, trying to kill each other. There were angel and devil homes, but it was few. Like most of the population of heaven, Remy, John, and Rogue were all humans that had special powers, and went to heaven when they died. Though all of them died young, neither of them died of suicide. Remy had been called a devil-child, and was burned at the stake. John was drowned to death, since they thought he was a witch, and fire didn't seem to hurt. And Rogue was shot, during the War of 1812. Each of them came within two hundred years of each other, the latest being Rogue, who died almost two hundred years ago. And by human standards, they're only one or two year's difference between them, since Remy is 21, John is 19, and Rogue is 18. (A/N: I know they're not wearing the clothes of their decade, or era, or whatever. But they can see earth at any time, so they can change their clothes to fit the time period, if they like it better than the clothes they wore in their own time period. Besides, it would be weird describing them in those clothes, so please just go with it.) There are few that actually have been born in heaven, like Kurt, Pietro, and Wanda. (Kurt's an angel, while Pietro and Wanda are devils.) The numbers of heaven-born angels and devils compared to the special humans are so small. The main reason that while angels and devils live together, there are few who actually have a lover. The strangest thing about heaven-born child is that they aren't born with wings, while the special humans, when they come to heaven, already have their wings. The reason is that the special humans have already had a life to decide who they, while the heaven-born don't know who they are when they are born. So, depending on who they are, once they reach a certain age, when they know who they are, they'll grow their wings, as well as stop aging. --- Rogue had been expecting to be bombarded with questions when she got home. To her astonishment, and it slightly disturbed her, when she returned home they were patiently waiting for her seated, and that John was the only one to ask her a question, very calmly actually. "Did ya guys already choose who would go first?" Rogue asked, still slightly disturbed. Rogue, though she would never admit it, liked how unruly her two friends were, and when they were perfectly calm, it was kind of creepy. "Oui. We did 'rock-paper-scissors'," Remy replied, standing up to greet Rogue. John nodded in agreement. Sometimes those two amazed Rogue. "Ah see…" Rogue muttered. To answer John's question of why Xavier wanted to see her, Rogue answered, "ta answer your question. Xavier wanted ta see meh 'cause he an' Magnus thahnk Ah can be a guardian." "Y' chere!? Dat's great!" Remy exclaimed, almost unbelieving as Rogue had been. "Yeah Remy, are ya surprised?" Rogue replied, a prideful smirk gracing her face. She placed one hand on her hip to extenuate her question. "Chere," Remy started, almost purring. "Y' called meh by mah name. Remy knew y' cared." He was smirking in his own grin-like way. "Not this again," John muttered. His head slid slightly out of his propped up arm, his cheek squishing against his hand. Rogue nodded, her smirk becoming a scowl. Remy looked at each of his friends before he spoke. "Fine y' win, Remy won't say anoda (another) word. But y' still called meh Remy, so dat's an improvement." Remy then left the room, off to his own bedroom, it was getting late. Rogue was just about to follow Remy, wanting to go to her bedroom as well, when John stopped her with the question, "Wot's 'er name?" Turning around briefly, Rogue answered, "Amara Aquilla." She then went into her own room. John stayed where he was, pivoting around so that he now faced the table, and was sitting properly on the chair. Cradling his head in his head, John pondered the name. "Hmm… that name sounds familiar," he mused. To be continued… --- So? How was it? I'm not really good at writing accents, so don't be mad if I didn't do them right, or I overdid them. Reviews would be nice to help me with them. Reviewers: darkstorm5000: you're right about who the voices are. Thanks for reviewing! TheDreamerLady: you're also right about whom the voices are. Don't worry about putting me in your favourites if your computer doesn't work. Thanks for considering it though. I'll try to make the chapters longer, and for the godfather thing, one reason is that he wants more reasons to beat her, even though he beats her for the most stupid reasons, and the other reason is… you'll just have to wait and see. Thanks for reviewing! Angel of the Fallen Stars