002: Spoonful

Blinking rapidly, the girl tried to adjust her eyes to the light coming through the small barred window that she faced. Remy watched the little singer girl sit up in his bed, rubbing her tired eyes sleepily.

"Why good morning, Cherie," he greeted her with a smile as he sat in a fairly large velvet chair beside the bed. One of his legs were thrown over the arm and he leaned his upper body against the other arm lazily. The girl stared at him in a tired daze before her eyebrows slowly furrowed in both confusion and anger at the sight of him. She franticly moved the blankets out of her way to make sure that she still had on her outfit from the night before causing Remy to let out a low chuckle as he watched her.

"Don't worry Cher, I don't go no where I ain't invited."

"Why am I herea?" she asked, glaring at him in suspicion. However it was not the same raging glare that Remy had been frightened by last night. It was strange, for a fully grown man to be scared of a little girl simply because of a look. However, it was no ordinary expression.

"Do you not remember gettin' chased down by three men and almost killin' one of 'em? If not for me you would be a murderea and Remy is sure you didn't want that to have that on your conscience. You fainted and I brought you herea," he replied simply.

"Thank you, but I think I'll be takin' ma leave now," swiftly she slipped out of the quilt covered full sized bed and headed towards the door, but Remy was there before she could even reach it.

"Why were those men aftea you?" he asked, looking down at her. When she looked up to glare at him again she noticed his bright red eyes, surrounded by black where they should have been white. This startled her a bit, causing her to take a few stumbled steps backwards, but in her mind it changed nothing. A man was still a man and most of them were swine.

"Its none of your god damned business," she replied, "Na move before I make you move."

"And how do you plan on doing that, Petite?" he asked with a crooked smile, "You gonna kill me?"

"No," she stated, "I have otha ways," she said, reaching up to put a hand to Remy's cheek but he already had a glowing card filled with kinetic energy held up to her mocha colored throat.

"As much as I don't mind the thought of you touchin' me mon ami, I've had bad experiences with poweas similar to the likes of yours. You don't want to be doing a thing like that," Remy started, "Na are you gonna answer ma question?" Removing her hand from the area close to his face she went back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge with an exasperated sigh.

"I don't want to talk about it," she answered.

"How can Remy help if you don't tell him what's going on?"

"I don't need your help!" the girl replied angrily lifting her eyes to his in order to scowl at him. Remy sighed as well. Why did he always pick the stubborn girls? "I know who you are," she continued on, making Remy's eyebrows lift in interest.

"Really na? Who might that be?" he asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the bedroom door just in case she decided to try for it again. There was no getting past him, she was not fast enough.

"They call you Gambit, no? The red eyed thief who steals people's money and the hearts of their defenseless baby girls. The motheas tell stories about you to scare us when we're little, you know." Remy did know, so he should have figured that she would put two and two together, but the stories were so old he figured most would think of them as myths by now. He just grinned at her, confident that the expression would piss her off more. She wanted a fight, but she was not going to get one out of him.

"What? You scared, Cherie?" he teased her, smirking as he did so, "Think ol' Gambit will sweep you off your feet and steal your heart?" She sneered at him, wishing to just lay one finger on him so that she could take him out and escape.

"As if you could."

"Aw now don't be that way, Cher. Gambit would take good care of you," opening his arms for her to come into, the girl looked him up and down as if he were insane. He sighed and dropped his head in cause of her rejection. "Gambit can't never get no love," he joked in mock sadness. The girl mumbled a few profanities about stupid thieves and crosses her arms under her chest.

"What's your name, Cher?" the girl said nothing, yet she crossed her legs and bounced the one that was off of the ground in annoyance of her current situation and the irritating man that held her captive. "Come on and tell, Remy what your name is, Petite."

"Will you stop calling me all these pet names if I tell you?" she asked in exasperation. Remy grinned broadly.

"Maybe."

Rolling her brown eyes the girl replied, "Leighana."

"Well, that's a pretty name, Cher-," quickly catching the girl's glare he corrected himself. "I mean Leighana. Na are you gonna let Remy help you?"

"I told you I don't need your help," she growled, frustrated.

"And why is that? You didn't seem to be able to take very much care of yourself yesterday."

"Men will lie about a spoonful if they can," she mumbled in return.

Remy sighed, moving from in front of the door to the wall beside it. Twisting the knob he pulled it open and gestured a hand toward the exit. "You wanna go, then go, Cherie."

Glaring at him the girl, bolted up to her feet. "Thank you for your hospitality," she said with slight sarcasm before leaving the small apartment. Remy just took a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit it with the tip of his finger. "I'll be seeing you again real soon Cher," he stated to himself as he inhaled the light smoke from the cancer stick.

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A/N: I know there wasn't much to the chapter, nothing exciting going on, but its to move the story along so I hope you like it. Thank you for reading, reviewing, and or messaging. Song for this chapter is Spoonful by Howlin' Wolf.