AN: Just to make this easier on myself Text indicates Japanese which has been translated into English. The only times I will attempt to find the romanji is when most of the people in the scene cannot understand Japanese.
Also I am attempting to do accents for Rogue and Remy in normal conversation but I may not be pulling it off. However, in their inner thoughts they don't have an accent because in my experience no one thinks they have an accent so their inner monologue wouldn't have one.
Hopefully I wont wake up in the morning wanting to rewrite this but we will see.
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She slowly makes her way to the train platform. Having spent a little over an hour wandering around the shopping complex without anything catching her eye she is headed back to the hotel. She puts her ticket into the machine and steps through the turn stile. She weaves her way through the other passengers taking care not to touch any of them to find a place to stand and wait for her train.
After waiting fifteen minutes her train finally arrives. She waits patiently while the passengers disembark joining the line of people waiting to embark. Once on the train she heads for the emptiest corner of the car she can find. Unfortunately, even for it being after rush hour the train is fairly packed and she can't keep as big a radius as she would like. Sighing she stands holding onto the handle just above her head staring blankly out the window.
Suddenly the train jolts causing the young girl next to Rogue to stumbles. Falling in towards her the girls flailing arms catch hold of Rogue in an attempt to regain her balance. But as the girl's hand grips Rogue's bare neck Rogue can feel her power kick in sucking the young girl's memories into her. Finally with a muffled cry the girl collapses motionless onto the floor.
The other passengers on the train stare back and forth between the two girls whose lives through a chance encounter will never be the same. After a few moments of shocked silence in which what few passengers were near the pair have backed away as far as possible, a young school girl breaks the eerie silence shouting She killed her. That dirty foreign girl killed her. What the hell is she? How did she do that? Following the outburst of the school girl, the train car breaks into a raucous of shouts.
Bits and snatched of their cries come to Rogue through the haze of the girl's memories.
She's a mutant. Keep her away from my baby....
...stay the fuck away you dirty foreigner...
...who would let her kind into our country. We should be protected from things like this...
...Someone should go see to her victim...
...Get off this train you...you...Mutant...
Overwhelmed with their shouts and the new voice in her head Rogue blindly makes her way towards the nearest door praying that the train will stop soon so that she can get off. All she can whisper on her way to the door is I'm sorry, it was an accident. Over and over she repeats this phrase looking down at the body of her newest mental companion with tears in her eyes.
As the train begins to slow the crowd's shouts intensify.
..GET OFF THIS TRAIN...
...You better hope I NEVER see you again...
...Hell get out of my country you dirty foreigner...
As the doors open Rogue rushes through them pushing past all the waiting passengers as the shouts of the crowd chase her even when their actual voices have faded away. She races out of the train station moving as quickly as she can safely manage. Her hands are shaking and she is fighting tears with all of her might.
How could I be so stupid. I should have walked. I knew the train would be busy still. The whole trip is going to be in trouble now. They are going to have to send me home just to appease the Japanese government. Logan is going to kill me. Why did this have to happen here. I've been trying so hard to be careful. I can't believe I let this happen.
AN: The reason some of the memories are in Japanese are because they belong to the girl she just absorbed
Where am I? What is going on? What happened? Who are all of you?
I'm getting dressed in my uniform for school. I glance at the clock and realize that if I don't skip breakfast I'll miss my train and be late for school. I rush down the stairs This isn't mine. ...I'm walking around the shopping plaza with my friends talking about how cute Hikaru the new boy is... This isn't me. ...I'm walking through Fushimi Inari Shrine with my parents. We walk up to alter. I throw in a 100 yen coin, ring the bell and clap my hands twice. Bowing my head I pray for good grades on my exams... THIS ISN'T ME.
Blindly Rogue makes her way out into the street and heads towards the nearest shrine. She is unaware of the tall man who is following her carefully. He has been behind her since she got off the train. He was attracted to this slight form for reasons even he can't identify. He is a lanky figure whose long brown trench coat flaps noiselessly as he walks behind the girl.
What am I going to do now? Where am I going?
Suddenly she stops and spins around once looking at her surroundings. The look on her face is one of utter confusion. She looks without seeing her surroundings and collapses to the ground bathed in the soft candle light of the lanterns. Her eyes are squeezed shut against her tears. Her face is buried in her gloved hands.
Seeing her collapse to the ground the mind decides to act and covers the last of the distance between them in a few long strides. He squats down in front of her his long coat pooling around him. Sensing her confusion and instability he moves slowly so as to not scare or startle her. He reaches out a half gloved hand to her shoulder. Hoping that she speaks English as her appearance suggests he softly speaks "Are yah ok, chere?"
Hearing his voice her eyes fly open as her head comes up. Seeing his hand about to touch her shoulder and remembering the events on the train she pulls away from him. Looking for someplace to run but finding herself trapped.
Seeing the sheer terror in her eyes and sensing the fear rolling off of her he decides not to press forward and to let her become comfortable. Even with the fear he can't help but be captivated by her beauty. Her auburn hair is hanging loose around her face. The forward section of which is white framing her face beautifully. Her beautiful green eyes sparkle in the candle light reflecting the lanterns surrounding her. Slowly he feels her calm as the visible tension in her shoulders lessens.
She stares back at the strange young man in front of her. He is still squatting down by the point next to where she had been kneeling. His brown hair is pulled back in a pony tail except for the front section which is too short for that and has fallen covering his forehead and threatening to get in his eyes. He has a concerned look to his face though it is hard to read since he is wearing dark sunglasses despite it being quite dark. His jacket is open slightly revealing a dark muscle t-shirt and worn in jeans. His hands are partially covered by a pair of gloves that are missing two fingers each.
Finally finding her voice she whispers "Wh...wh...who... are ya?"
He smiled hearing her accent. This is one southern bell who's a long way from home. "Da name beh Gambit, are yah sure yah ok, chere?"
Gaining back her confidence as the young Japanese girl's memories begin to fade to a mere buzz in the back of her head she snaps back "Ah'm fine, what's it ta ya?" coming off harsher then she originally intended.
He sends her a cocky grin "Ah was just concerned to seh yah lookin' so upset."
"Well, Ah'm fin' so ya dun need ta worry ya pretty lil' head 'bout it" With that she moves to brush past him but finding her adrenaline gone she finds her legs weak and sinks down to the ground again.
As if repeating earlier he rises and comes to squat next to her again. This time keeping his voice soft, trying to not frighten or push her too much in her weakened state. "Why dun yah sit with Gambit fo' a lil' while 'til ya feel a bit better?"
Looking back at him her face softens. He does seem to genuinely care about me being ok. "K, but jus' until mah legs are stronger, so dun be gettin' any ideas"
He settles himself down onto the ground stretching his long legs out in front of him. She sits next to him cross legged resting her elbows on knees leaning forward to stare at the ground. They sit silently for a few minutes bathed in candle light. The occasional breeze causes the bells in the shrine to jingle softly.
Nonchalantly, he leans back and asks "So, chere, what beh yar name, if ya dun mind meh askin'?"
She sits for a moment deciding if she will answer his question or blow it off. Coming to the conclusion that he deserves as least her name in return for his kindness she replies "Mah name is Rogue. And Ah'm feelin' much betta now so Ah'm gonna go. Thank ya fa waitin' with meh." With which she slowly rises and starts to walk towards the gate.
Watching the beautiful girl beside him rise and slowly walk out of the gate he considers her name. He has the vague feeling that he has heard it before but can't place it. Shuffling these thoughts away for another time when there isn't a lovely girl walking away from him. He rises catching up to her "Gambit walk chere home?"
With a quick shake of her head she dismisses his offer. "Ah'll be fine. It was very nice ta meet ya Gambit. Thank ya again."
With that she walked off down the tight streets. Behind her she hear's him call "Bonsoir Rogue."