AN: Please tell me if the plot is hanging together, I am worried that I broke it last chapter. Also sorry about the delay I had to do some stuff that kept me from being able to work on this. Thanks for hanging with it. Also thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I'm not good at the whole thanking everyone separately but I really do appreciate it.

Rogue peaks her head out of the bathroom looks around to make sure no one has come home and heads over to her suitcase. She pulls out some clean clothing and starts to get dressed. She is pulling on her clean sweater and reaching for her gloves when a realization hits her.

Shit, Storm and Logan will know to look for me at the temple if I'm going to save them from all this trouble they will have to not be able to find me. I'm back to square one. Where am I going to go? I bet Logan was trying to get me to go somewhere easy to find. Well I'll just have to go somewhere else. Maybe I can just go to a different temple. That could work. Take the train to Tokyo. It's a big city I'm sure I can get lost there. Maybe I can even find a temple there to take me in or a youth hostel there have to be at least a couple of those in a city as big as Tokyo. That's what I'll do. It's a good thing the Professor gave us each spending money in traveler's checks.

I guess this means I need to pack. There is no way I'll be able to get around easily with all this stuff. Not to mention that it will make everyone suspicious here. If I get a good head start traveling light I might just be able to disappear.

Let's see I'll just pack stuff in my messenger bag that is the most unobtrusive and if I fit everything in there I know I'll have no trouble caring it and moving. Its weird having to cut down my clothes I didn't even bring that much with me here. Oh well it will be for the best. I have to bring at least four pairs of gloves just in case since I don't know how easy it will be to buy new ones. Lets see three days worth of shirts and an extra pair of pants should be enough. I definitely want five sets of underwear and socks. Damn this bag is getting full I guess that extra sweater is out. I'll just have to live with the one I'm wearing. I guess that is it for clothes I barely have room for my toothbrush left in there.

She goes into the bathroom to grab her toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash. She then picks up her comb and brush. Tossing all of these into the messenger bag, she looks for her deodorant and sunscreen. She looks at the sunscreen as she adds it to the bag considering what it would be like to be able to get a tan and show it off to the world. She sighs and then whispers to herself "If nothing else Ah'll nevar git skin cancar."

Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind as unnecessary wastes of time, she goes back to packing up what little she needs to take. She decides that her bag is as full as she can get it without looking suspicious. She grabs her purse to check to make sure she has her passport and traveler's checks. She pulls out her cell phone walking over to the desk she places it in the drawer. With any luck no one will looks for her or try to call her until tomorrow by which point she will be in Tokyo loosing herself in the crowds.

She then goes back to the bathroom looking at her reflections. The biggest problem will be making her look more forgettable. Fortunately, her passport is from before she left Mississippi so the picture is out of date but in a good way. Without the white streaks, she would be able to blend in more but the idea of dying them was unacceptable in her mind. They were her proof that she was a survivor and they were the scar that marked the pain she had endured. Instead, she would just have to find a way to make them less visible. She flips her head over and pulls her hair up into a tight bun making sure to pin the white parts in place.

Going back out into the main room she looks around for a hat unfortunately the only one to be found is an old baseball cap of Kitty's for the Chicago Cubs. She pulls this on jotting down a note for Kitty saying that she will return it tomorrow. Hopefully that will help to convince everyone that she is not making a break for it, at least for a couple of nights.

Finally, she looks around trying to think of what she is forgetting. Then her eyes fall on her bed where she had emptied her bag seeing her camera laying there she goes to grab it. It wont do to leave it just lying around it would make everyone suspicious for her to be without it. She had become known for her incessant photography particularly since they had arrived in Japan. Not to mention that the camera would help with blending in as just another American tourist.

She grabs the camera and finds room to stuff it in her purse. She then picks up everything else off the bed and simply dumps it all in her suitcase covering the pile of odds and ends with the remainder of her clothing. Now confident that she has made her departure as invisible as possible and that she is as prepared as she can be she pulls on her coat grabs her bags and heads for the door.

She pauses listening at the door to make sure no one else is there. She then steps out into the hallway and heads for the stairwell intent on taking the back way out of the hotel. She makes her way down managing to miss any of the other students. As she steps out the back door, she sighs. Then putting on her best 'I know where I'm going and what I'm doing so there is no need to worry about me' face and heads out to the street to make her way to the train station.

As she turns the first corner, she cannot help but whisper to no one in particular, "g'bye y'all Ah think this is betta' fo' all of us. Well at least fo' ya."

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Gracefully Storm flows into the lobby of the hotel on the arm of Remy. They have the relaxed look of two people who are so comfortable together that they do not need to speak to feel connected. He leads her to a pair of chairs surrounding a small table in the corner away from the other groups gathered near the computers. She effortlessly settles herself into one of the chairs as Remy moves to lounge in the chair facing her.

"So, how is it that you have found yourself in Kyoto Japan, when last I heard you were in California on a job?"

"Remy could ask yah da same ting Stormy. Yah are supposed da beh in New York teachin' at dat school o' yahs?" he asks avoiding answering her question.

"For one do NOT call me that horrible name. You know full well that I detest it. That said I am here on a school trip acting as a chaperone for a group of students. They are here to learn about Japanese history and seeing as how I am there history teacher it was fitting that I chaperone. We will be in Kyoto for a while longer and then spend a week in Tokyo."

At this point they pause in their conversation due to the factor that a waiter comes by in an attempt to take their order. Seeing as they have barely looked at the menu Storm asks for a cup of hot tea. Remy is disappointed to see that the restaurant is lacking in coffee and alcohol settles for a cup of tea to match Storms. After the waiter returns with their drinks and sees to it that they do not require anything else he leaves them alone and they return to their conversation.

"Combien enfant Stormy have tah keep track o' while she beh in Japan? Any heures left for her tah have fun?"

"There are twelve students here on the trip. Seven of our older students who are in their late teens and five of the younger students who are between twelve and fifteen, most of which have been at the institute for at least a year. Most of them are out in the city at this point or I would introduce you. So who is this 'belle femme' as you so eloquently put it that has managed to get you to watch her through the window. There are after all many other women in the world who would have asked you up without a second look or thought."

"Elle est une tres belle femme and Remy has neva' been known tah let such ah fille get away from him."

"How much do you even know about this woman other then the fact that she is staying at this hotel?"

"Remy know dat elle go bah da nom Rogue. And dat elle beh da most belle femme in da world."

"Did you just say Rogue?"

With a curt nod, he replies "Oui"

"That is one of my students." At which point she leans over and slaps him lightly. "She will not even be nineteen until June. Not to mention the fact that Logan has grown very protective over her. How exactly did you come to run into her? I thought that she was wandering around the main city"

Remy thinks about how much to tell his friend suspecting from his reading of the girl that she did not want to share what had upset her with anyone. He decides that the best course of action is to leave out the details and gloss over how upset she was. "Remy found da fille in ah shrine seein' dat it was dark he felt dat it beh betta fo'him tah make sure dat such ah belle femme make it home widout incident."

"Hmmmm, then I guess thanks are in order for the safe return of my student. I do hope that you will allow to buy you dinner in exchange."

"Dun' beh silly Stormy" he begins with a wink "Remy could nevar allow ah femme tah buy him dinnar. He would beh honore' tah have her accompany him." He glances at his watch and frowns slightly. "Remy sorry bu' dis will have tah continue latar duty calls." With that he kisses her on the hand and turns to leave.

Storm looks at him and smiles knowingly "Be safe I shall see you later I presume."

AN: I'm cruel I know. I don't mean to make these such cliff hangers but just like the breaks in my plot keep happening this way. Really I am sorry.

As requested, here are some of the translations at least for this chapter. I hope it helps.
Combien enfant – how many childrenHueres - hours
Belle femme – pretty woman
Elle est une tres belle femme (yes I lost the accent cause I'm lazy)- she is a very beautiful woman
autre – otherElle – she
nom – name
Oui – yes
Non – no
Fille - girl