2 years later...

"I swear to God, Cajun! Give that back now or you'll be sorry!" Cyndi threatened as she chased after the long legged boy a good 20 feet ahead of her.

"Ya really need ta start lockin' dis t'ing up...not dat it would keep Remy away tho'." He smirked as he clutched the journal in his right hand and skillfully hopped a high fence which now put more distance between them as she had to stop and take the time to climb it.

"I'm going to kill you, Remy LeBeau!" She growled in frustration as she finally made it over the fence and Remy was sprinting towards the lake with the speed of an Olympic track star.

This wasn't the first time Remy had stolen her diary...and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Thankfully, she had known better than to write anything damaging in it anymore. Remy had held his newfound knowledge over her head for days and finally, he had stopped...only to steal the book again for more ammo. He stopped running for a moment to let her catch up to him, knowing she hated running more than anything.

"Aww, Chere, ya wound dis Cajun. He startin' ta t'ink ya really gonna hurt 'im." He grinned as their eyes met; hers furious and his amused. He puckered his lips at her playfully, blowing her a flirty kiss and started to run off again having let her catch up enough. She sighed and gave up after another 5 minutes of this. She hated to sweat and it was way too hot out to be running around after him all afternoon long. Sensing that she wasn't behind him anymore, Remy glanced over his shoulder and stopped when he saw her plop down on the grass underneath a large willow tree.

"Does Remy win?" He called out to her as he turned around.

"Go to hell!" She called back as she closed her eyes and let the wind blow across her face, slightly red from chasing after the stupid Cajun.

"Remy save ya a seat." He joked as he started walking back to her, flipping through the pages of her diary as he did.

"There's nothing good in there anymore." She promised him, knowing that he was reading it.

"Still, i's de thrill o' de hunt. Dere's gotta be somet'in in here Remy wanna read." He replied casually as he sat down beside her. Within an instant, she had plucked the book right out of his hands and kept it out of his reach.

"Knock it off, dumbass." She chided as she swatted him in the left shoulder and he clutched it defensively.

"Owww!" He cried out dramatically. When she didn't deliver a snappy comeback or response, Remy frowned and scooted closer to her.

"Chere? Mon ange? Ya really mad at Remy?" He asked gently as he looked over her face but before he could get her to look him in the eyes again, she turned away from him and gave him her back.

"Amour...Je suis désolé. Je déteste pour voir que vous dérangez (I'm sorry. I hate to see you upset)." He cooed to her softly as he crawled over to her, letting his head drop to her neck which he kissed slowly and deliberately. He heard her sigh deeply and about a moment later, she moved away from him.

"That doesn't always solve everything..." She said softly.

"But, it does help, non?" He replied lightly with a sparkle in his unique eyes.

They had never flat out declared themselves as a couple, but it was simply understood that no one was to ask Cyndi out or they would have a very jealous, very angry Cajun to deal with. And girls knew to stay away from him as well; though sometimes Remy foolishly welcomed the attention...another reason he and Cyndi fought so much. Their relationship was complicated...they were best friends first and foremost, but then there was something more. A chemistry that neither could deny. Though they fought like stray dogs over a chicken bone...they knew they were meant for each other and so did everyone else around them.

"It's not going to work this time." She sighed as she got up and stormed away from him, tossing her diary in his direction.

"Read it. I don't care." She replied casually as she walked away, heading towards the docks. Feeling defeated, Remy picked up the book and followed after her dejectedly. He watched her for the longest time before he had the nerve to come over to her again. He watched as she laid out on the dock and selflessly let the sun claim her skin. He watched as she closed her eyes and raised the hem of her tank top so it would rest just under her breasts; hoping to add to her tan. He loved her body. She was a goddess among so many flat-chested, blemish ridden teenaged girls. Her beauty had only grown since they had met and he hated the fact that he wasn't the first to notice. Many boys had attempted to ask Cyndi out. Many tried and all had failed...mostly because Remy would sabotage them in hopes that she would be his and only his.

"Vous allez être la mort de moi (You're going to be the death of me), Chere." He whispered softly as he continued to watch her. She kicked off her flip flops and stretched out in a very cat-like manner, not thinking that anyone would be around and hoping that Remy had had the good sense to just go home and leave her alone. The young Cajun bit his bottom lip and watched as she stretched...her breasts pushing out just a little and her back arching...her lips parting and looking desperate for a kiss. Remy groaned in frustration knowing that if he went over there, she would most likely tear him a new one but he couldn't stay away. He never could.

He waited a few more minutes before walking over to her and lying down beside her. He placed her diary down on the dock before he turned onto his side and watched her contently.

"You're a stubborn boy...has anyone ever told you that?" She asked, not opening her eyes and knowing he was there by the scent of his cologne filling her sinuses.

"Oui, petite. Everyone Remy's ever met." He smirked as his eyes openly roamed over her blossoming figure.

"Maybe they're onto something." She deadpanned. He chuckled and rolled onto his back again, closing his eyes so the light wouldn't bother them. He didn't anticipate that he would've fallen asleep, but about an hour later, he was woken up to the sound of a splash and water lightly sprinkling onto his face. He opened his eyes and brought one hand up to dry his eyes and sat up to see what was going on. Cyndi had left...or at least her body did, her clothes were still on the dock beside him. He looked out into the water and caught a glimpse of her in the water, dressed only in her bra and underwear. His entire body grew stiff when he saw her and he desperately wanted to join her, but suddenly his brother Henri came running over to him.

"Papa needs ta see ya, frère." Henri replied as Remy stood and faced the older young man.

"Quel est erroné (What's wrong)?" Remy asked.

"Affaires de guilde (Guild business). Allez à la maison tout de suite (Go home right away)." Henri said as he looked over Remy's shoulder and gave Cyndi a polite wave to which she returned and happily kept swimming.

"En ce moment (Right now)?" Remy groaned as he nonchalantly motioned over to Cyndi, but being sure she didn't see him do it.

"Allez ou le Papa sera très fâché avec vous (Go or Papa will be very angry with you)." Henri said as he walked off. Remy sighed and looked over at Cyndi, casting a disappointed gaze at her before he followed his brother back home.

XXXX

"Remy?" Jean Luc's deep voice came from in the living room.

"Oui? Wha' is it?" Remy asked as he walked into the room only to be greeted with a lanky blonde and what appeared to be her father and older brother. The girls brother seemed very disgusted to even be in their house and simply stood in the corner while his father and sister sat on a couch across from Jean Luc.

"Remy, mon garçon (my boy). Come, I'd like ya ta meet de Boudreaux family." Jean Luc replied with a jovial smile.

"Wha'? Dey Assasins, Papa. Remy mos' certainly don' wanna meet dem." Remy replied, recognizing the last name and casting a glare at the visitors.

"Remy, ya'll best sit ya ass down o' so help me-" Jean Luc began, his voice rising in anger and frustration at his youngest son. Remy sighed and cut his adoptive father off by sitting down beside him but defiantly keeping his glare. He kept his mouth shut as the two fathers began a conversation about the Guilds and how much they would like to end the hatred between the two. When the word marriage hit the air; Remy was all ears.

"Ya see Remy, we'd like ya ta get ta know lil' Bella. She be a great fille. You both migh' hit it off an'-" Bella's father explained. Remy glanced over in horror at his own father who seemed to be agreeing with the strange man. Had Jean Luc never met Cyndi? Did he not remember that Remy was in love with her? He felt like he was going insane or something.

This simply couldn't be happening.