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14 years earlier
He was described as an emotionally challenged, disturbed and obnoxious young boy, and he had been the same since the day Shiro bought him home from the St John's hospital. He shunned human contact, preferring to sit by himself, muttering under his breath as he quietly and contently destroyed various belongings, of his or others. Shiro didn't know what too do with the child, who was slowly becoming more and more twisted and dark in the hours he spent accompanied only by himself and his thoughts.
This was when Mystique first came across the infant, which she would later grow to become fond of. She sat with Shiro, about 20 ft away from the child and observed his mild mannered, yet abnormal behaviour. He had peered at her briefly, noting her crystal blue skin, but returned to his work in front of him, which was now the melted remains of an action man doll. A normal child, clearly would have been puzzled by her appearance, but John either had seen something of the sort before, or found abnormality strangely comforting.
"He's… different," Mystique muttered, her yellow eyes taking in the child's mop of blonde hair and expressionless features. Shiro just sighed and leant his chin on his hand, shaking his head tiredly from side too side.
"He shows no empathy towards others. He's completely withdrawn from reality," he explained as John pushed himself awkwardly up too his feet and tiptoed against the wall, trying to reach the stuffed dog that sat on a pile of books.
"What do you suggest, Mystique?"
She thought for a moment, gazing at the child and frowning before a small smile turned the corners of her lips.
"There is another child, like him," she said, turning her attention to the man across from her. "A little girl. Her name's Jazz. She's 5 aswell. They shoud meet."
"Well, if that's what it takes."
John begrudgingly followed Shiro too the park, on the hot, August afternoon. His blue eyes seemed too glow furiously as he kicked open the gate and stormed through it, dropping to the ground in a shaded patch and sulking to himself. The park was busy, full of screaming and laughing children, John's worst nightmare. He huffed and slid away from Shiro, who had knelt down too talk to the stubborn infant.
"Fuck off," he grumbled, those words sounding so out of place in a childs innocent voice. He tore at some grass and glanced up at the other children in the park. Shiro couldn't decide if it was nerves or hate he saw in the childs eyes, maybe both. John turned towards his carer and glared for a moment, before whimpering;
"I want house now please."
Shiro shook his head and pointed too the gate.
"Not yet John, look someone's come too play with you today."
John looked at the tall blue woman with what appeared to be disgust, and then at the girl who was stomping along beside her, with a similar expression to that of Johns. She had long black hair tied into high bunches and was wearing a white summer dress with red shoes. Her amber gaze fell onto John and she stared him down for a moment before folding her arms.
"Him? You want me too talk to him?" the girl snapped in a refined English accent.
"Jasmine, go and play with John, now."
Mystique appeared too have very limited patience with children and Jasmine seemed to be very much aware of this, as she slunk towards John, her disgusted expression remaining as she stood over the boy, looking down at him. Literally.
"I don't like you. Your too pretty to be a boy. Freak," she spat coldly as John pushed himself up slowly, the burns on his skin beneath his blue dungarees often causing him pain in movement.
"You have stupid voice. Dress is foul," he growled, his vocabulary and speaking ability not quite as advanced as Jasmine's, perhaps fuelling his frustration towards her. They glared at eachother for a moment before a small smirk slowly spread their lips.
"Mystique said your special, like me," she said, twirling a piece of her hair in her fingers. John nodded.
"I make fire. I burn stuff," he said. Jasmine nodded curiously as she smiled and said proudly;
"I control water. I like too drown people."
The two were inseperable ever since.
Present day
"I need to know everything Remy, about Pyro and Aero. Start from the very beginning. Anything you think wont be important to say, will be. I mean everything," Xavier asked the rogue was sat leaning in his chair across from the professor. Gambit leant foward, a small twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face.
"Pyro and Aero? My, Tha' be a mighty long story," he said, pulling his gloved hands out of his pockets and folding them in his lap.
"Remy... please."
"Righ'... They reunited after 5 long years apart at a gathering held by Magneto...
It was a strange relationship that they shared. A strangely beautiful acquaintance, in which although everything was dusted with hate and snide comments, something beautiful still managed to blossom. A strange relationship. But a relationship none the less. It had started with a glance, an ill timed, misplaced glance in which the "glance-ee" was not most appreciative. A stare, then followed this abomination of a subtle glance, which was replied with a callous flick of long black hair and an invisible warning of "back off".
But of course, the stare was then followed by curiosity, icy blue eyes, intrigued by porcelain skin tone that radiated a few feet away. Plump red lips, that pouted together in an annoyed fashion, which eventually lead too infatuation. Funny, how a mirage of emotions arrive and develop in a matter of seconds. Of course, such a dangerous cocktail of emotion as these, can only lead to confusion, as in a moment of clarity he remembers whom that long back hair, porcelain skin and plump red lips belong. Infatuation is soon disfigured and manipulated into dislike. But only disfigured. Changed on the outside, but deep down, the infatuation is still there. Maybe that's what makes this woman so intriguing. She was so easy too hate, yet so easy too love. A vicious circle of strong emotions circulated her very presence and it gnawed away at him like a carnivorous disease. Yes, he was infected by her. Addicted…almost. There was still a part of him that could see the flaws in her perfect self. This wasn't addiction. This was almost addiction. And an almost addiction was much worse. To be almost addicted to something, someone, you couldn't just revel in the benefits, you couldn't just absorb the good. When your almost addicted you still see the bad and distaste. Like purchasing a fake item, you reek in the joy and containment, yet somewhere deep in your mind, you still know that it's fake, a phony, a copy. That's what she was too him. She was dangerously beautiful. She was stunningly talented. She was sickeningly smart. But… She was an emotional explosion. She was cold hearted bitch. She loved him, but never knew how too show it. So although the two, bound together by promises and love, sat at opposite sides of the room, interacting with different people, and not acknowledging eachothers presence, they could be at ease, knowing that in a time of need, the other was by their side, silently supporting and invisibly protecting. Even after all these years apart, and without speaking a word, everything was back too normal, as if they had never been apart.
Yes, it was a strange relationship, but a relationship none the less.
It was only when the dance had finished, the guests had left and darkness took over, that she glided over too the bar across the street, where she knew he'd be. She knew him better than he knew himself. And there he was, leant casually against the bar, his back too her as he ordered himself, no doubt, a JD on the rocks. She silently placed herself next too him and ordered the same.
"Jim Jam got hot," she muttered, still staring ahead of her at the mirror behind the bar. A smirked at his childhood nickname and glanced at her.
"I was always hot spazz, you were just too ugly too appreciate real beauty."
Too a normal person, this conversation would have been considered arrogant and demeaning, but this was just light chat too two people with ice hearts. She looked up at him with her honey glare and took him in properly. His hair was darker, his face coated in a light stubble, but he still had the same soft features that had always made him a hit with the ladies. The perfectly arched eyebrows, smooth skin, big blue eyes... god she hated him. Meanwhile, he stared at her in the same manner, taking in her typically feminine, dainty features and admiring how she really had blossomed from a pretty little girl, into a beautiful young woman.
"What are you doing back in America?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink as she drummed her mannicured nails on the bar.
"Mystique called me over, said that herself and Eric have big plans for the brotherhood and wanted me involved," she explained, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "I hear you're Eric's new little pet," she said, her eyes glinting as she belittled him publicly. He shrugged and returned too his drink. After a moments silence, he turned too her again, and smirked.
"My place?"
…Dey're whole relationship was built on a mutual understanding of eachothers hate," Gambiy explained, his fiery eyes drifting thoughtfully into a glazed expression. The professor nodded politely and beckoned for the thief to continue.
"Dem two is madly in love you see," Gambit smiled, leaning forward onto the desk. "Dem just too stupid too see it."