"Ello Mon, amis! Heartsyhawk is back in action! I love Everything about February break! So much writing time! Yippee! Anywhoozles, Welcome to chapter six! Plan for a small chance of Romy showers, with Pietro causing winds up to 60 miles per hour, and in along with the Romy showers, some areas will experience hailstorms of Kurt being an overprotective brother. And in other news...I am hyper! I just got back from my best friend Sam's birthday party. I have had so much soda and cake I could probably give Pietro a run for his money! (hah hah LOL get it? A run for his money! ) Ok in all seriousness, I hope y'all enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: (looks around) Hmmm, band-aids, dishes from dinner, Alix's teddy bear, pokémon cards...Hm I knew I put those legal documents proclaiming that X-Men is now mine somewhere....hmmm. Where did they go?....Oh YEAH! I never got them, because DUH, I still do not own X-Men! (cries miserably) Why? Why? Why can't I find that dratted pink sock?!!!! Maybe things'll change....someday...
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shout outs-
Dukect45: When do they go back to being babies? I promise its coming up. Stick with me until then, I think you'll appreciate it more when it happens.
Ishandahalf: (LOL) Yeah, I want Jean to die too...But torturing her is too much fun so I guess I have to keep her around, for a little while ("innocent grin") Yeah Rogue does have her own share of hardships doesn't she? (She also has enough for Jean and Scott and Kitty and Xavier, and Kurt, and the new recruits, and-you get my point. Poor Rogue.)Hmmm...Revenge.....
xmengirlzrule: I'm glad you like it. I will do my best to hurry.
SickmindedSucker: Oh don't you worry, Jean will so be put into her place...Than for all you said. The Jean bashing was really fun to write. I'm glad you're looking forward to the whole baby issue as much as I am. (here)
Girl number 1: (Laughing) Thank you. Glad you like it. Thank you so much for help with the Mary-Sue thing. I understand much better now. Do not worry. These girls may sound close, but I will do my best to keep them from being (shudders) Mary-Sues. (gulps nervously) A w-whole army of Mary Sues? Ack I updated, I updated! Don't send the perfect little buggers after me! HELP ME! Was this fast enough? If not for next time I could borrow some of Pietro's power just keep the Jean wannabe's at bay! By the way I totally agree with you about Rogue. She does totally RULE! I have a question for you. From the description of a Mary-Sue, I really wonder. Does this mean Jean is one of those nasty little monsters?
Vaillance: Glad you like this. Thanx it was fun to write. Best argument dialogue?! I'm flattered!
howlerdrode: Yep, eventually Rogue is gonna hafta get Jean's sorry rear back big time...But does poor Roguey need her royal prissiness' psyche in her head?
FortressofSolitude: Hope I got your name right. I love the name by the way. Wasn't that the name of Superman's hideaway? I like DC as well as Marvel comics. Yep, the pink sock IS magical. When I have it I will have the power to control the minds of the lawyers at Marvel and they will give me the X-men. So you like this, glad to hear it. Good question, why does fiction separate everything? Life is one big melting pot. So the Romyness is like a tennis match, huh? So who are you rooting for? Between you and me, my money's on Rogue (But my heart's on Remy 8)
So on with the story my pals! Wheeeeeeee!
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Last time on X-Men Evolution....
"Take that back!" "Oh did I strike a nerve?" (Jean tosses her hair over her shoulder) "Go stuff yahself yah stupid prep!" "Apologize to Jean. Right NOW" "Bull-o-nee Scott! Lookin' out fo' mah best interest mah foot!" "Prove it t' Remy, Chére" "Remy ain't gonna do nuttin' y' ain' comf't'ble wit'." (Rogue put the sleeve to his face...and kissed him) "He did not kiss her" (Jean smirks) " Lay off him, she kissed him." (Rogue calmly goes to her room and slams the door.) "Aw chére!" (Remy chases after her and Kitty smirks. ) "Guys, they are like, so totally going to assassinate me, but I have a way to know exactly what happened..."
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Kitty walked to the bathroom and went inside. She came back out with Evan's video camera.
"Gambit told me, like, what he was going to dare Rogue to do. So I, like had Pietro plant the camera during his dare, along with a hologram to disguise it as a tissue box. I had to capture the whole thing." Kitty grinned guiltily. "Hey, like, don't look at me that way! You, like, think I would miss my best friend's first kiss?"
Evan grabbed his beloved camera from Kitty. He seemed speechless due to the fact that she has let the stupid albino creep touch his baby. Tabitha shook her head in exasperation and pulled out the tape. She mumbled about how idiotic guys could get over their stuff as she popped the tape into the VCR.
The group watched intently as Remy gave his spiel about not wanting to steal her first kiss away from her by force. The girls all squealed in delight about how romantic the gesture was, and how Remy really was Prince Charming in a Trench Coat. The guys just gagged at how disgustingly, sickeningly sweet it was. (A/N: ring any bells? *cough.howlerdrode.cough.cough.* Wow excuse me. I think I need a cough drop. *smirks*)
"AWWWW, that was like, so totally, definitely the sweetest thing I've ever heard! Who knew that the Cajun could be so noble and, like, totally sensitive" Kitty gushed and giggled.
However, when a few moments later, Rogue peeled off her over shirt and tentatively leaned up to meet the Cajun's lips, Kurt choked and hit the floor. He had rolled off the chair he had sat in to watch the movie in horrified shock. Scott's mouth dropped. It would almost have been comical. Almost.
"Hey, Cyke, close your mouth," Tabitha joked. "You're gonna start catching more flies than Toad here." Scott blinked and shut his mouth but his eyebrows were still hidden in his hairline somewhere.
"How could she?" He gaped at the image which had been paused so everyone could see that they weren't dreaming. "She is kissing the leader of the freaking Acolyte's! This is not the Rogue I know." Pyro and Colossus threw him a dirty look. "Look at her she's...she's ACK!" He dropped off, unable to describe Rogue's crime.
"Hey, mate, no need to be talking like its such a bad thing! Just cuz me and me mates served time under Magneto, don't always make us the bad guys!" Pyro fumed angrily. " We joined yer side, bloke. And Gambit ain't so bad. He ain't never hurt a Sheila."
"Well maybe I wouldn't have to worry about you three if you had proved to be trustworthy!" Scott growled at the Australian.
St. John shook his head. "Crikey! I swear, with you X-Men you light the stupid table on fire just once and yer public enemy number one. Look that was an accident. I am only Seventeen! I do not have full control of me powers mate! There were all them candles and I just lost control of meself. But that still ain't any excuse to be all high and mighty about me bes' mate Remy getting close to yer depressed Sheila!"
"Excuse me?" Jean snapped. "Rogue is NOT depressed."
"Anyone close to the gal can see it." Pyro retorted. "Just ask the Kitty Cat Sheila if ya need proof. Or Magneto's lovely li'l dipper ( not too sure but I think that is Aussie slang for little girl. If its not and you are Australian and find it offensive I am REALLY sorry. If its wrong blame the Wild Thornberries on Nickelodeon). Either of those two can see it I know it."
"You know Jean, he is, like, kinda right." Kitty said tentatively. She was obviously edgy about getting into this argument. "Rogue has been really miserable and upset and depressed about everything that's, like, been happening lately. You know, since we defeated Apocalypse and Mystique and Magneto disappeared? She blames herself, and, like, nobody except Kurt really thanked her for saving the world. And then the brotherhood and Acolytes all moved in with us and, like, the only person who really pays her total attention is Remy. And she is, like, totally obviously trying to deny how much she really likes the attention from him."
"Hmph. The only reason that jerk pays attention to her is because he wants to get close to her, get into her pants, then dump her after he can claim he's the first to break through her emotional barrier!" Scott exclaimed vehemently.
"Now that ain't true and you know it!" Pyro snarled angrily. "Remy don't want to hurt her! He's gotten smashed and let slip his feelings 'bout your precious li'l loner. He also had some heart to hearts with me and me metal mate bout when he fell for her. She started as a challenge but I'll eat me lighter if he ain't been over the moon about her since that time he brought her down to N'awlins for Mardi Gras!"
Scott scoffed again. "Kidnapped and used her don't you mean?"
"Scott hush I have a question" Jean silenced her boyfriend, shocking the bejeebers out of everyone especially Scott. " Ok, Pyro, Kitty, if Rogue has been so upset lately, why wouldn't she come to me?" Her green eyes filled with unshed tears. "I care so much about the welfare of my teammates! I know what's best for everyone, including her!"
Before anyone could answer. Wanda growled at the older girl. "Lets see, maybe its because you are a stuck-up, prissy, little, perfect, preppy princess who thinks she knows what's best for everybody, including some people you don't know one flipping detail about, and a girl whom you constantly degrade and don't even know when she is depressed. Could that have anything to do with it? Hmmmm? Oh and while you're at it quit with the crocodile tears will you? We all know its an act. You care about Rogue as much as I want to be locked up in a room full of rabid rats and snakes."
Jean opened her mouth as if to respond. But she decided she was not going to dignify Wanda with a response. She "hmphed" and went up to her bedroom. Scott scowled at his teammates and stalked off to the boy's dormitories.
Kitty shook her head and sighed. She looked at Kurt who had still not moved from his spot on the floor-or closed his mouth.
"Mein seester!" He gasped stupidly as if he had only just now regained his ability to speak. " She....he...they...The Cajun must have mind control powers. Zat ees ze only explanation. Zere is no other way Rogue would have done zat of her own free will. Or maybe Bobby ees right. Yes. I guess it could also be ze aliens." The blue, fuzzy, German looked at his friend with new respect. "Maybe he has been right all along. I shall be rooting for ze Red Sock's in ze next World Series, Bobby."
"Yes!" Bobby cheered. "A new believer is born! Trust me buddy, they are going to dominate this year!" (A/N: take note of who I support...)
"Look-Kurt-you-think-that-Rogue-would-never-do-that-on-her-own-"Pietro started in his usual speed talk.
"And, yet, she did." Wanda finished, cutting her twin off.
"Like, don't do that!" Kitty shuddered.
"Do what?" Pietro and Wanda said at the same time.
"The whole creepy twin thing where you finish each other's sentences!" Kitty explained. "Its like totally creepy and not natural!"
The twins looked at each other. Pietro looked astonished. "You-know,-Wanda-its-been-about-seven-years-since-we-last-did-that!"
Wanda smiled slightly. "Why did we stop?" She asked. "I remember we used to drive father crazy with it."
Pietro froze in place. Wanda still had some of her real memories. But she still had no idea that she, and Magneto, and he, Pietro, had never really been the happy family she remembered. She had no clue that Magneto had had her locked away in an insane asylum/ hospital thing for the last seven years of her life. Of course, he felt awfully guilty lying to her. I mean, for the love of pixie-stix, she is his twin sister! She was under the impression that life had been perfect. And he did nothing to change her impression after their father had gotten Mastermind to mess around with her memories so she would not remember the asylum. Instead of answering, he shrugged not committing to anything.
Wanda frowned and tried to remember the reason. Of course everyone knew the real reason, but she was so much happier now so everyone guiltily looked away from her.
"Hm, oh well. Anyway, back to what we were saying, Kurt, you think that Rogue would never kiss Gambit. And yet she clearly did." Wanda stated calmly. "Look, she's obviously happy with him. Look at that smile on her face if you don't believe me. But she doesn't know how we'll react. Can't honestly say I blame her, look at how Summers reacted! Lets seriously just drop this whole thing. And let's definitely not mention the contents of this tape to either of them."
"Yeah, like, it is totally nice to see Rogue all smilee and romantic. I think we should support her and Remy's relationship. And Kurt don't worry. I, like, don't think he wants to hurt her."
"Thanks a bundle Sheilas!" Pyro said enthusiastically. "Give me best mate a fair chance! And if he hurts the Sheila, I'll light him on fire for you."
"Oh he won't hurt her. I swear if he does, I'll hex him six ways from Sunday." Wanda smirked. "Or Kitty will phase him halfway through a wall or any of the rest of us will cause his pathetically romantic Cajun rear some serious harm."
"Darned straight!" Kurt snarled, reminding everyone of Wolverine before his first four mugs of coffee.
"So, like, lets get back to the game shall we?" Kitty smiled sweetly.
"Uh, guys?" Lance said groggily. He pointed over to Jamie and Rahne who had fallen asleep sitting in front of the couch using each other's shoulders as pillows. "Maybe we should just forget about this. Those two are exhausted and they are not the only ones. We are up a little late."
Everyone nodded and Lance picked up the sleeping thirteen year old boy and Colossus picked up Rahne. The two older boys brought the sleeping youngsters into their respective bedrooms and then they went to their own rooms.
"Oh wow, its so late. I'd better get home before Mom and Dad send out a search party." Amanda kissed Kurt on the cheek. "Good night Kurt. See you tomorrow maybe."
"Do you want to have breakfast with us tomorrow?" Kurt asked eagerly. He obviously did not want to spend more time than he had to away from her.
"Sure. Its a date." Amanda smiled and then left. Everybody said their good-byes and headed up to their own rooms to get to sleep.
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"Chére, kin Remy come in?" the Cajun pleaded from outside the locked door to Rogue's room.
"NO!" She screamed through the door. "Go away an' leave meh alone!" The way the Southerner's voice shook it sounded like she was crying.
"Y' give Remy no ot'er choice den, Chére." A few seconds later he had picked the lock to her door and barged in like he owned the place. She looked up from what she was doing and scowled. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, hoping he hadn't seen that display of what she saw as weakness.
Whah (why) didn't yah help meh outta that down there? Yah knew Ah was uncomfortable!" She threw him a death glare.
"But, y' did kiss Remy, dough (though)."
"Whah (why) didn't yah lah (lie) then?" She glared at him stubbornly.
"Dat be somet'in' y' don' see every day. Une X-fille encouraging someone t' lie." He smirked in clear amusement.
"Oh shut up, swamp rat!" She grumbled. " Besides. I was with the Brotherhood Boys befo' Ah was with the X-men an' some habits dah (die) hard. Actually Ah hate lahin' (lying) and Ah hate anybodeh (anybody) who lahs (lies) ta meh but Ah woulda (would have) made an exception."
He came over next to her and looked over her shoulder to see what she was doing that commanded more attention from her than he did.
"Dat be pretty impressive Chére," he complimented as he eyed the drawing she had sketched of their kiss. "De subject be one Remy wouldn't mind repeatin' eit'er."
She noticed him behind her and hurriedly covered the picture. She scowled and blushed all at once, and Remy couldn't help thinking that she was cute when she did that.
"Y' ain't got nuttin' t' hide, Rogue." He lectured as he tugged the sketch book away from her panicked grip.
"Ah don't care! Yah can't see this. Its mahne (mine)! Stupid Swamp Rat!" She spat it like a curse as she tried to keep him from getting it.
"Remy knows dat, silly fille!" He laughed. "Jus' let Remy see de pictures!" He pouted as she shook her head no. Then he smirked as an idea formed.
"Y' ticklish, Chére?" He said suavely as her face contorted in recognition.
"Yah wouldn't dare..." She trailed off nervously.
"What wouldn't Remy dare t' do? Dis?" With that he pounced and pinned her down. Then he began to tickle her sides mercilessly.
She shrieked with laughter and tried to wriggle away. And she failed miserably.
"Lemme go! Lemme go!" She choked out between bursts of laughter.
"Nope. Not till y' say uncle, Chére!" Remy smiled warmly. "Remy be havin' too much fun." He continued tickling her sides.
"Fine, uncle Chére. Yah happy now?" Rogue gasped as the tickling continued and her sides ached from the laughter.
"Dat be close 'nuff, Remy guesses." The Cajun smirked and tickled her one more time before he allowed her to roll out of his reach and sit up. "So does dat mean dat Remy be y' Chér den, Petite?"
She was still giggly and breathing heavy from the tickling. He saw the smile that graced her pale face. He moved closer to her and lifted her chin with his gloved hand. "Dat makes y' look tres belle (very beautiful). Y' ought t' do dat mo' often."
"What, let yah tickle meh ta the point o' pain?" She questioned incredulously. She rubbed her sides gingerly. To her great surprise, he chuckled.
"No ma Chére ( my dear)! Remy meant de smile. It lights up y' whole face. Y' look like une angélé (an angel) when y' smile like dat. C'est plus joli qu'un arc-en-ciel dans le printemps. (It is prettier than a rainbow in the spring time). Y' smile in dat innocent way dat 'minds Remy o un bébé. (a baby)."
"Well smiling is a sign of emotion. And emotion is a weakness." Rogue said bitterly.
"Why Rogue?" He tilted his head to the side. "What on eart' would make y' t'ink dat?"
"Yah emotions allow othehs (others) to know how yah feel. It makes it easieh (easier) ta git...hurt. Especially bah (by) the people who yah trust the most."
"Let Remy guess, Mystique?" Remy asked as he stroked her hair, seeing the tears that were welling up.
"Em-Hm." She sniffled, cursing her weakness and the tears that she was barely retaining. Normally she prided herself on being detached from her emotions, but something about the persistent Swamp Rat made her feel vulnerable, yet safe while in his presence. And she hated this whole thing. She wanted to be distant--separate from these painful emotions. "But not just her."
"Cyclops, huh?" Remy asked sagely. His empathy was overloading him with seas of mixed emotions and he pitied her. But he let her keep her dignity and didn't tell her. She made it well known to him that she hated pity.
She nodded and sighed. She clutched her sketch pad closer to her.
"Not so fast." He held out his hand. "Kin Remy please see de pictures? Bet y' a great artist, Chére."
"Fine" she acquiesced reluctantly. She scooted next to him and opened the cover. "Ah use this ta work out mah feelin's. Ah stahted (started) it bah (by) drawin' all mah teammates. Fihst (First) the brothehhood (brotherhood) boys and then the X-men. And then, Ah drew the New Recruits an' Wanda an' yah three Acolytes, when yah joined ouah (our) team."
He smirked at how her accent thickened noticeably as her emotions did. She showed him each respective portrait and told a little bit about it. Each showed the person it was of doing something that reminded her of that person.
Toad's was of him jumping into the air and catching a fly. "Ah've always thought he's so disgustin'." She frowned. "Real sweet an' persistent, bu' disgustin' none the less."
Lance's was of the older boy holding a picture of Kitty, with his guitar on the strap around his neck, and an expression that gave away how he felt about the younger Valley-girl X-gal. "Yah know, he's always drooled ovah (over) Kit. Even befo' they came ta Bayville" The gothic mutant smiled fondly and then frowned in repulsion. "Way too mushy if yah ask meh."
Blob's picture was of the over-weight Texan standing in front of a now empty fridge. "Neveh (never) liked Freddeh (Freddy) much. We never got along. Poor moron even had this majah (major) crush on Jean." Rogue spat that name as if she feared it would poison her. Remy smirked.
Pietro's picture was a scene from the fantasies of most girls. He was sitting in between two cheerleaders and another jockette was behind him while a girl who could be recognized as Taryn (A/N: Jean's backstabbing little witch of a friend who dated Scott for a while) sat at his feet. "Is there anehthin' (anything) that kin be said 'bout Pietro?" Rogue laughed fondly of her friend. But an odd gleam in her eyes clearly radiated jealousy. Not that Pietro had so much attention, and she certainly obviously had about as much interest in Pietro romantically as she had interest in being eaten alive by cannibals, but the fact that he could touch (and definitely took advantage of that ability on a routine basis) clearly got under her skin.
"Non, nuttin' kin be said fo' dat garçon (boy), Chére. Quickie be un of a kind an' Remy t'anks God fo' dat on a nightly basis." Remy laughed. Then he threw an arm comfortably around Rogue's shoulder. " An' dose filles don' hold a candle t' de une Remy be lookin' at right now." He whispered huskily.
"Stop. Yah makin' meh blush Sugah (Sugar)!" Rogue smiled.
"Sugah?!?" He asked with both his eyebrows hidden in his hairline. "D' Remy's ears deceive him? Did y' just call Remy de 'quivelant o' Chére in y' own special way?" He smirked as she flushed bright red.
"No! Ah...uh...Ah meant Swamp Rat" She said lamely. Hoping to change the topic and divert his eerie smirk she turned the page. A picture of her and Scott cuddling close in the x-jet was the first they saw. Remy didn't even need the empathic signals he was getting from her to tell how sad the image made her. On the next page she had sketched a picture of Scott in a Napoleonic pose with the flag of the U.S. behind him. "Yah know, he was the reason Ah joined the X-men. Kinda sad. But Ah thought he cared 'bout meh. But he always liked his precious li'l Jean." She said all this quietly and she turned the page.
"If yah don't know mah 'pinion o' her then yah got brain trouble." Rogue growled bitterly as a portrait of Jean in a queen's wardrobe with both Duncan and Scott, dressed as servants, kissing her high heels was shown to the two of them.
"Well, Remy not stupid, Chére." He smirked, amused.
The next page had a picture of Kurt doing his "party dance" (A/N: You all know what I'm talking about. Its the dance where he got on the table during the "Middleverse" episode.)
"This one always makes meh laugh." Rogue said and chuckled. "He is too funny for his own good. Too bad he got Mystique for a mama. He has such a great sense fo humor and he is so sweet." She gushed.
"Y' talkin' bout him very fondly" Remy pointed out suspiciously.
"Yah jealous o' mah li'l brotheh (brother)?" She failed at hiding a grin. "He's mah onleh (only) real family, so Ah hafta like him." She suppressed a giggle as Remy's face relaxed, relief etched all over.
Turning the page showed Kitty in a store and a figure who resembled Lance was carrying a ton of bags and boxes while Kitty was happily eyeing a clothes rack with a credit card that read Lance Alvers on the front, in her hand. "Kit's anotheh (another) one o' the preps. But she ain't so bad. But Ah swear, Lawrd (Lord) onleh (only) knows whah (why) weh (we are) best friends. Weh (we are) as differen' as chalk and cheese. (A/N: ten points to who can tell me what cartoon this is from :} One hint its animé )." Remy chortled and shook his head.
They passed the page where Evan was skating down the railing on the stairs at school. (A/N: Can any of you skater peoples out there tell me what this is?) "Evan's ok. A li'l immature an' a lot obsessed 'bout skatin' but hey, to each, his or her own, right?" She shrugged and they got through the New Recruits without comment until they got to Bobby. "Yah know, Ah don't even know if Ah should tell yah this but he had a majah (major) crush on meh when he fihst (first) got heh (here). He was so goofeh an' Ah onleh figured it out cuz Ah absorbed him." Rogue smiled and shook her head. "Silly kid."
The next page was Jamie.
"Isn't he just so sweet and cute?" She said enthusiastically. "He had a crush too. And he was brave enough to tell me himself." She noticed Remy pouting jealously and cracked up. "That is priceless! Remy LeBeau, self-appointed King o' Hearts, is jealous of a THIRTEEN YEAR OLD!!!" She fell back onto her bed cracking up. " Sugah, he's mo' of a li'l brotheh (brother) ta meh than even Kurt! The onleh (only) threat he poses ta yah is if yah inta the Poweh Rangehs (Power Rangers) or yah playing hide-n-seek! Or if yah challenge the kid at Pokemon cards. I swear he is unbeatable."
"Hey, dere ain't no card game dat Remy ain't de master o', Petite." Remy smirked. "Who did y' t'ink taught de li'l homme (guy) t' play dat game?"
"Yah play Pokémon?" Rogue raised one eyebrow. He nodded in that cocky way he has that only he can pull off as cocky and sincere at the same time. "What do yah play with?" She asked.
"Dis an' Dat." He shrugged. "Remy formed his own deck an' was de champ fo' two years in a row at de Acolyte base." He said proudly.
"Then Ah challenge yah ta a match. Yah can't be as good as yah say. Besides. The Acolytes? Yah played against a certifiably insane Aussi, a giant tin can that talks if yah lucky, An over-grown an' probably rabid cat monster thing, an' Ol' Bucket head? There ain't no way yah any good."
"Y' fo'got 'bout Quickie, Chére." Remy smirked. "He stopped by sometimes."
"Oh, like playing Pietro is such a skill" Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Don' knock de boy till y' gone against him. His ego be too big. Remy convinced dat it squished his brain. Pokémon be all 'bout strategy. If y' make a deck wit' little weakness and a lot of strengt' an trainer cards an' energies an' y' play wit' a good strategy, den y' almost invincible. De on'y problem be dat y' strategy better be better deny' 'ponent's." The Cajun smirked and turned the page. Wanda glared back at him.
"Wanda has been mah savin' grace. She is the only other Goth in Bayville. Ah swear this town is full of preps and hoods like Lance. Ah just wish her brotheh (brother) and Fatheh (Father) had been more honest with her. Its hard to pretend everything is ok while we hate Magneto. Nobody deserves ta be lahed (lied) ta lahke (like) that. An' Ah am speakin' from first hand experience." They got through the pictures of Pyro and Colossus with no comments and then Gambit found a familiar pair of red-on-black eyes looking up at him.
"Dis homme be devilishly handsome, non?" He smirked as he gestured to the portrait of himself.
"No is rahght (right) Cajun." She said coyly and grinned at his crestfallen expression. "Don't flatter yahself, Sugah. Yah ain't the best lookin' guy out there." Remy childishly pouted and stuck out his tongue at her. "One of 'em, yeah, but definitely not number one."
Remy continued flipping pages. The other pictures after the portraits were various scenes etched out. Some were real and others to Remy's knowledge had never actually happened, such Jean hanging off a cliff above a burning bonfire, or Rogue and Scott getting married.
He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Chere, y' an' Cyke make a lousy couple."
"Aw, shut yah mouth Cajun!" Rogue growled. "If yah don't like it so much, tell meh a better couple."
"Remy t'inks y' an' Remy be a real cute couple, Petite."
Rogue groaned. "Ah should have seen that comin' shouldn't Ah have? Ah walked right inta that one with both eyes wahde (wide) open. Didn't Ah?"
"Yep, Chere. Remy always knew dat y'd walk right into his arms. But, don' worry. Remy will hold y' tight so y' ain' walkin' 'round blindly no mo'." He smirked as she grimaced. Knowing she was uncomfortable, he kept flipping through the pages of her sketch book.
He finally came to a page where a half burnt King of Hearts card was taped to a page. Under that, in fancy script, it read, "Guys Ah have liked: Cody, Scott, Warren, Remy"
Curiously, he turned the page. There were about twelve pictures of a jock with a Caldecott High School letterman jacket. Remy had no idea who he was, as he had never seen the kid before, but guessed that this was Cody.
"Who is dis?" Remy asked the girl who was still fuming.
"Oh, that's Cody. He was mah...fihst (first) boyfriend."
"Oh, Remy knows who dat is! Ain' he de garcon who y' powers activated o- Oh." Remy saw the instant change. She didn't succeed in hiding her miserable sniffling. Tears did flow down her cheeks.
"Oh, Remy so sorry, Chere! He fo'got dat was a sore spot fo' y'!" He hugged her close and she trembled and shook.
Remy turned the page and his lip curled in disgust. About fifty different pictures of Scott smiled back at him in a sickening way.
"Chere, Remy don't wanna know when y' saw Cyke wit' no shirt, but why did y' like him? Dat homme (guy) has a six foot pole up his backside that prevents him from havin' fun ou act like de nineteen year old dat he is."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Don't Ah know that is true." She said wistfully. "But hey, a gal kin dream right?"
"Remy'd prefer it if y' dreamed 'bout Remy, Chere." He said suavely.
He ducked as a pillow from her bed flew at him.
"Yah jerk" Rogue smirked as she hit him with the second pillow from her bed. He merely smiled and turned the page of the sketch book. He blinked in shock as his own image appeared. There were so many pictures of him that he was amazed.
"Chére! Dese are magnifique (magnificent)! Who knew dat Remy's Chére was such une bonne artiste (good artist)? So kin Remy take dis as a sign dat y' do have feelin's ot'er den hatred towards him?"
"NO!" Rogue grumbled. "The onleh (only) thing Ah feel fo' yah is detest and spite. Yah such an arrogant jerk! Yah think yah God's gift ta women, an' Sugah? Yah fah (far) from it. Yah ego's so big Ah am amazed yah neck kin s'port yah big fat head. Oh and yah always trahin' (trying) ta botheh (bother) meh. And one otheh (other) thing...AH AIN'T YAH 'CHERE'! Mah name is Rogue. Say it with meh now. ROGUE. Row-guh. Not Chére. Got it?"
"Yep, Remy got it, Chére." He teased. "Y' want Remy t' call y' ROW-GUH."
"Ack! Men!" Rogue exclaimed. "Look Sugah, don't call meh yah Chére. Ah ain't nobodeh's (nobody's) anehthing (anything). I don't belong ta anehone. (anyone.) Especially not ta yah."
"Whatever, petite. Jus' remember dat Denial ain't jus' a river in Egypt." He smirked at her furious facial expression. He then looked back down at a gorgeously detailed picture of himself standing in a doorway with his trademark cocky grin. "Sure. Remy believes dat y' REALLY hate him. Uh-huh." He kept flipping through the drawings and eventually he across a few of things he KNEW he had never done, such as standing at an alter while a two-toned haired girl walked down the aisle, or sitting on his motorcycle while a girl whose hair was long and two-toned and trailing behind them buried her face into his trench-coat clad back.. And then, he found a page that was a duplicate drawing of Scott without a shirt, only with the head substituted for a Cajun one with demonic eyes.
"Chére, y' got Remy all wrong!. But if y' need him t' model so y' kin do de drawin' right sometime..."
"Huh?" Rogue glanced at the older mutant curiously.. Then she realized how far he had gotten through her sketch book and realized the pages he was currently studying. Everything seemed to blur as she shook her head to clear her thoughts. How could she have been so careless as to let him see this? This book was almost a diary to her. Only she drew her thought s instead of writing them. This was the journal where she stored her most emotional thoughts. The pictures of her friends and teammates and crushes! She dove over him and snatched at the book.
"Gimme that! Ah think yah've seen enough!" She was more than slightly panicking.
"But, Chére," Remy whined. "Remy wants t' see y' work!"
"No, Cajun. Yah tahme (time) is up. Ah don't need yah seein' these."
"If Remy had known he had a time limit, he'd have spent less time on de ot'ers and mo' on de pictures o' Remy!" The Cajun sulked.
"Well too bad, huh Sugah?" She smirked.
Remy recovered quickly. "So were dose pictures y' own personal fantasies?" He teased her. "Did dey get mo' interestin'? Dat why y' didn' want Remy t' see any o' de rest?" Her face instantly matched his eyes (well the red parts anyway).
"N-No!" She spluttered unconvincingly. " It was just...just....when Ah absorbed yah, yah psyche kept part o' yah ego an' when the psyches act up, yahs is dominant so yah make meh draw yah." She tried to sound confident. Really she did try.
"Chére, Remy can't draw a straight line wit' a ruler. Remy's psyche would not tell y' draw Remy. Maybe go on a date wit' Remy ou kiss him but not draw him." The older teen seemed to enjoy making Rogue squirm in discomfort. "Don't worry, Petite. Remy not gonna tell nobody dat Remy de homme (man) o' y' dreams. We kin jus' keep dat as our secret, non?" He winked cheerily at her.
Rogue smiled and nodded. She definitely did not want her crush spread to gossip hounds like Kitty, Tabitha, Jubilee or even a bunch of the guys. It could do some major damage to her distant reputation.
"Kin Remy tell y' a secret?" He asked suavely as she rolled her eyes. "Y' de first fille, dat give Remy a fight 'bout de flirtin'. Usually de filles an' femmes t'row demselves at Remy. Y' special, Chére. Diff'ren'. Dat be what intrigues Remy 'bout y'. Ot'er den y' beauty an' charm o' course."
"Go wressle with a gator, Swamp Rat." She said with a scowl on her face and twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "Weh both know yah lahin' (lying) through yah teeth."
"Y' wound Remy, Chére. Real deep." He gave her a look of mock hurt. Then he slid closer to her on the bed and wrapped an arm around her. "Trut' ou Dare, Roguey."
"Yah ever call meh Roguey again an' yah gonna hafta have Beast feedin' yah through a tube in the med-lab." She warned him. "An' AH know what yah dares are lahke (like) so I guess truth."
"Is Remy a good kisser Chére?"
"Ah honestly don't know, since Ah've neveh (never) had anehone (anyone) else ta compare yah ta. Fo' all Ah know, yah could be the lousiest kisseh (kisser) this sahde (side) o' heck." She said all this in a level voice, but with a smirk on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.
"Fair 'nuff Remy guesses. But Remy gets t' ask his jolie amie (pretty girlfriend) anot'er question den." He smiled and moved in, closing the already small distance between them. "Did y' like it when Remy kissed y', Petite?" He smirked broadly. Unbeknownst to the two of them, they both started leaning towards each other. Rogue's eyes closed unconsciously and she smiled, completely unaware of what she was doing. Remy on the other hand also shut his eyes and smiled. One would think that he would know when he was about to kiss a girl, but this one seemed to have him entranced and under a spell.
A second before their lips met, the door opened. The couple looked up and saw Kitty standing in the doorway wearing an expression that was some mix between shock, amusement, and triumph and maybe a few other stray emotions.
(A/N: wouldn't I be just awful to leave it like this? Ok I have decided that this is the end of this chapter. Don't forget to Review! O_* (this is supposed to be a wink))
(A/N: JUST KIDDING! Thought I had you there, didn't yah? §_§ I am not THAT cruel people. SHEESH!)
"Oh, I am, like, so sorry if I am interrupting something. I just thought that...Oh who knows. I just was ,like, not really prepared for you two to be...I am, like, SOOOOOOO sorry!" Kitty babbled. She looked like she was desperately trying to hold back a smile or a giggle fit or possibly both.
Remy looked at Rogue who had just realized how close they were, and what had almost happened and backed away from him VERY quickly. I mean, we're talkin' Quicksilver like speed here. "Cela était des moyens d'elle, n'est-ce pas? Chére, votre camarade de chambre doit apprende a congner sur la porte si elle ne fait pas interupt de magie, non? (That was mean of her, wasn't it? Chére, your roommate should learn to knock on the door so she does not interrupt the magic, no?)" Rogue rolled her eyes a little and then nodded slightly. Remy then continued. "Pour quoi Remy? L'univers rit a Remy maintenant, n'est-ce pas? ( Why Remy? The universe is laughing at Remy now isn't it?)"
Kitty blinked and tried to comprehend what he had just said. She caught the word Chére a few times and could guess by inference of how Rogue responded to it that it meant 'dear' or something like that. But everything else flew over her head. " Uh, care to, like, let me in on whatever you just said?" She timidly mumbled.
"Kitty, vous avez le moment miteux." Remy pouted.
"Huh?" Kitty asked intelligently.
"He says yah have lousy tahmin' (timing), Kit." Rogue explained.
"Oh, like, I guess. " Kitty grinned sheepishly. "But maybe if he didn't talk like Pietro, and spoke in English, I, like, would have totally understood him."
"Yah babblin' Kit." Rogue pointed out.
"I'll stop. But, like, why didn't you just tell me how much you like, liked him?! I'm, like, your best friend! Isn't that what roommates are for? To discuss crushes and, like, boyfriends with?" The younger girl gestured to the two of them who were still a little too close for comfort, and the fact that they were still almost kissing, as Remy had backed her into a corner and had again subconsciously moved in.
Rogue just frowned. "Kitty, Ah don't lahke (like) him. Ah lahke (like) him about as much as Wanda lahkes (likes) Toad."
"Oh so very much then," Kitty giggled highly amused. "Wanda's head over heels for him. Even though he is, like, totally icksome." Kitty shuddered. "But she still totally likes him. And I, like, totally think you're playing the same "hard-to-get" game with Remy just like Wanda is with Toad. Like, duh."
Rogue growled. "Ah. DO. NOT. LAHKE (LIKE). HIM!" She snarled. "Oh look a flahin' (flying) pig! Oh mah mistake, no such thing. Cuz that is when Gambit will be mah boyfriend. No scratch dat. Jean will be blond before Ah date Remy. And he is the most stupid, egotistical, sarcastic, annoyin' son of a Swamp Rat on this planet!"
"Y' fo'got t' mention dat Remy de hottest an' most charmin' son of a Swamp Rat on dis planet, Chére." He smirked and winked.
Rogue pushed him away from her and he landed with a thump, in an undignified position, on his backside, on the floor. "Perverti stupide! Je vous déteste! (Stupid Swamp Rat! I hate you!)"
Kitty had no clue what her friend had said. But she giggled at the expression of rage on Rogue's face and the look of surprise on Remy's.
To both Kitty and Rogue's surprise he stood up and winced as he rubbed his lower back and then walked towards the door. He turned around with a smile on his face. "Je vous aime aussi, mon Chérie. Reves doux, Roguey." With that he gave a hearty wink and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
"Le vieux rat de marais meut. (dumb old swamp rat)" Rogue half muttered and half whispered after he left.
"Ohhhh, like, what did he say?!" Kitty bounced up and down in excitement. "And what did you say to him?!"
Rogue merely smiled and shrugged.
"You, are, like, infuriating, Rogue!" Kitty stomped her foot childishly. Then she paused. "Like, oh my gosh! Rogue, the only word I caught in that was "Roguey". He deliberately drew that out! He called you "Roguey" and , like, you didn't dismember him! I knew it...You, like, totally like him!" Kitty squealed in delight.
"Je ne vais pas dire un mot, Kit. Pas un mot seul. (I am not going to say a word, Kit. Not one single word.)" Rogue said, shaking her head in amusement. Then she took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to change.
"ARGH!" Kitty huffed. "I, like, totally swear that on the first day of school (A/N: Its summer vacation right now cuz otherwise my whole story makes as much sense as Pietro walking. I, mean how does he do that at school. I get fidgety after the first five minutes of being restricted to a desk, I imagine he would not be able to stand it. And, I don't even know how to stay still so long and I do not possess the super-speed X-gene...) , I am so going to go to the guidance councilors and take French instead of Study Hall!" Kitty called after her best friend. "Between, like, you and Remy and occasionally Sam, I totally have to learn what you guys are saying!" She changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed.
Rogue reentered the room in her orange and green pajamas, yawning. "Whateveh (whatever) Kit. Just don't hurt yourself, okay?" Rogue then climbed into her own bed and rolled over to turn out the lamp. "Night, Kit."
Kitty rolled over fuming about she was always left in the dark-proverbially and literally.
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So there is the real end. What did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Think trained assassin penguins should peck me to death? Let me know. I mean it! I haven't really gotten any bad reviews, and I am worried that my ego is gonna pop soon. Hey this is my first try. It can't really be that perfect can it? I swear, constructive criticism is welcomed as long as its accompanied by a reason. Don't get me wrong, I am not encouraging any negative comments but I am beginning to wonder...
Ok, so I have an idea. After every chapter, I am going to ask a thought provoking question. Answer if you think you know the answer. Remember there are no wrong answers.
Here goes: Who would win in a race between Pietro (Quicksilver) and Wally West (the Flash [I think that is his the Flash's name. Any DC fans want to help me out?])?????????????????
Love and Peace
-Heartsyhawk-
chapter 6 completed Sunday, February 22, 2004
Disclaimer: (looks around) Hmmm, band-aids, dishes from dinner, Alix's teddy bear, pokémon cards...Hm I knew I put those legal documents proclaiming that X-Men is now mine somewhere....hmmm. Where did they go?....Oh YEAH! I never got them, because DUH, I still do not own X-Men! (cries miserably) Why? Why? Why can't I find that dratted pink sock?!!!! Maybe things'll change....someday...
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shout outs-
Dukect45: When do they go back to being babies? I promise its coming up. Stick with me until then, I think you'll appreciate it more when it happens.
Ishandahalf: (LOL) Yeah, I want Jean to die too...But torturing her is too much fun so I guess I have to keep her around, for a little while ("innocent grin") Yeah Rogue does have her own share of hardships doesn't she? (She also has enough for Jean and Scott and Kitty and Xavier, and Kurt, and the new recruits, and-you get my point. Poor Rogue.)Hmmm...Revenge.....
xmengirlzrule: I'm glad you like it. I will do my best to hurry.
SickmindedSucker: Oh don't you worry, Jean will so be put into her place...Than for all you said. The Jean bashing was really fun to write. I'm glad you're looking forward to the whole baby issue as much as I am. (here)
Girl number 1: (Laughing) Thank you. Glad you like it. Thank you so much for help with the Mary-Sue thing. I understand much better now. Do not worry. These girls may sound close, but I will do my best to keep them from being (shudders) Mary-Sues. (gulps nervously) A w-whole army of Mary Sues? Ack I updated, I updated! Don't send the perfect little buggers after me! HELP ME! Was this fast enough? If not for next time I could borrow some of Pietro's power just keep the Jean wannabe's at bay! By the way I totally agree with you about Rogue. She does totally RULE! I have a question for you. From the description of a Mary-Sue, I really wonder. Does this mean Jean is one of those nasty little monsters?
Vaillance: Glad you like this. Thanx it was fun to write. Best argument dialogue?! I'm flattered!
howlerdrode: Yep, eventually Rogue is gonna hafta get Jean's sorry rear back big time...But does poor Roguey need her royal prissiness' psyche in her head?
FortressofSolitude: Hope I got your name right. I love the name by the way. Wasn't that the name of Superman's hideaway? I like DC as well as Marvel comics. Yep, the pink sock IS magical. When I have it I will have the power to control the minds of the lawyers at Marvel and they will give me the X-men. So you like this, glad to hear it. Good question, why does fiction separate everything? Life is one big melting pot. So the Romyness is like a tennis match, huh? So who are you rooting for? Between you and me, my money's on Rogue (But my heart's on Remy 8)
So on with the story my pals! Wheeeeeeee!
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Last time on X-Men Evolution....
"Take that back!" "Oh did I strike a nerve?" (Jean tosses her hair over her shoulder) "Go stuff yahself yah stupid prep!" "Apologize to Jean. Right NOW" "Bull-o-nee Scott! Lookin' out fo' mah best interest mah foot!" "Prove it t' Remy, Chére" "Remy ain't gonna do nuttin' y' ain' comf't'ble wit'." (Rogue put the sleeve to his face...and kissed him) "He did not kiss her" (Jean smirks) " Lay off him, she kissed him." (Rogue calmly goes to her room and slams the door.) "Aw chére!" (Remy chases after her and Kitty smirks. ) "Guys, they are like, so totally going to assassinate me, but I have a way to know exactly what happened..."
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Kitty walked to the bathroom and went inside. She came back out with Evan's video camera.
"Gambit told me, like, what he was going to dare Rogue to do. So I, like had Pietro plant the camera during his dare, along with a hologram to disguise it as a tissue box. I had to capture the whole thing." Kitty grinned guiltily. "Hey, like, don't look at me that way! You, like, think I would miss my best friend's first kiss?"
Evan grabbed his beloved camera from Kitty. He seemed speechless due to the fact that she has let the stupid albino creep touch his baby. Tabitha shook her head in exasperation and pulled out the tape. She mumbled about how idiotic guys could get over their stuff as she popped the tape into the VCR.
The group watched intently as Remy gave his spiel about not wanting to steal her first kiss away from her by force. The girls all squealed in delight about how romantic the gesture was, and how Remy really was Prince Charming in a Trench Coat. The guys just gagged at how disgustingly, sickeningly sweet it was. (A/N: ring any bells? *cough.howlerdrode.cough.cough.* Wow excuse me. I think I need a cough drop. *smirks*)
"AWWWW, that was like, so totally, definitely the sweetest thing I've ever heard! Who knew that the Cajun could be so noble and, like, totally sensitive" Kitty gushed and giggled.
However, when a few moments later, Rogue peeled off her over shirt and tentatively leaned up to meet the Cajun's lips, Kurt choked and hit the floor. He had rolled off the chair he had sat in to watch the movie in horrified shock. Scott's mouth dropped. It would almost have been comical. Almost.
"Hey, Cyke, close your mouth," Tabitha joked. "You're gonna start catching more flies than Toad here." Scott blinked and shut his mouth but his eyebrows were still hidden in his hairline somewhere.
"How could she?" He gaped at the image which had been paused so everyone could see that they weren't dreaming. "She is kissing the leader of the freaking Acolyte's! This is not the Rogue I know." Pyro and Colossus threw him a dirty look. "Look at her she's...she's ACK!" He dropped off, unable to describe Rogue's crime.
"Hey, mate, no need to be talking like its such a bad thing! Just cuz me and me mates served time under Magneto, don't always make us the bad guys!" Pyro fumed angrily. " We joined yer side, bloke. And Gambit ain't so bad. He ain't never hurt a Sheila."
"Well maybe I wouldn't have to worry about you three if you had proved to be trustworthy!" Scott growled at the Australian.
St. John shook his head. "Crikey! I swear, with you X-Men you light the stupid table on fire just once and yer public enemy number one. Look that was an accident. I am only Seventeen! I do not have full control of me powers mate! There were all them candles and I just lost control of meself. But that still ain't any excuse to be all high and mighty about me bes' mate Remy getting close to yer depressed Sheila!"
"Excuse me?" Jean snapped. "Rogue is NOT depressed."
"Anyone close to the gal can see it." Pyro retorted. "Just ask the Kitty Cat Sheila if ya need proof. Or Magneto's lovely li'l dipper ( not too sure but I think that is Aussie slang for little girl. If its not and you are Australian and find it offensive I am REALLY sorry. If its wrong blame the Wild Thornberries on Nickelodeon). Either of those two can see it I know it."
"You know Jean, he is, like, kinda right." Kitty said tentatively. She was obviously edgy about getting into this argument. "Rogue has been really miserable and upset and depressed about everything that's, like, been happening lately. You know, since we defeated Apocalypse and Mystique and Magneto disappeared? She blames herself, and, like, nobody except Kurt really thanked her for saving the world. And then the brotherhood and Acolytes all moved in with us and, like, the only person who really pays her total attention is Remy. And she is, like, totally obviously trying to deny how much she really likes the attention from him."
"Hmph. The only reason that jerk pays attention to her is because he wants to get close to her, get into her pants, then dump her after he can claim he's the first to break through her emotional barrier!" Scott exclaimed vehemently.
"Now that ain't true and you know it!" Pyro snarled angrily. "Remy don't want to hurt her! He's gotten smashed and let slip his feelings 'bout your precious li'l loner. He also had some heart to hearts with me and me metal mate bout when he fell for her. She started as a challenge but I'll eat me lighter if he ain't been over the moon about her since that time he brought her down to N'awlins for Mardi Gras!"
Scott scoffed again. "Kidnapped and used her don't you mean?"
"Scott hush I have a question" Jean silenced her boyfriend, shocking the bejeebers out of everyone especially Scott. " Ok, Pyro, Kitty, if Rogue has been so upset lately, why wouldn't she come to me?" Her green eyes filled with unshed tears. "I care so much about the welfare of my teammates! I know what's best for everyone, including her!"
Before anyone could answer. Wanda growled at the older girl. "Lets see, maybe its because you are a stuck-up, prissy, little, perfect, preppy princess who thinks she knows what's best for everybody, including some people you don't know one flipping detail about, and a girl whom you constantly degrade and don't even know when she is depressed. Could that have anything to do with it? Hmmmm? Oh and while you're at it quit with the crocodile tears will you? We all know its an act. You care about Rogue as much as I want to be locked up in a room full of rabid rats and snakes."
Jean opened her mouth as if to respond. But she decided she was not going to dignify Wanda with a response. She "hmphed" and went up to her bedroom. Scott scowled at his teammates and stalked off to the boy's dormitories.
Kitty shook her head and sighed. She looked at Kurt who had still not moved from his spot on the floor-or closed his mouth.
"Mein seester!" He gasped stupidly as if he had only just now regained his ability to speak. " She....he...they...The Cajun must have mind control powers. Zat ees ze only explanation. Zere is no other way Rogue would have done zat of her own free will. Or maybe Bobby ees right. Yes. I guess it could also be ze aliens." The blue, fuzzy, German looked at his friend with new respect. "Maybe he has been right all along. I shall be rooting for ze Red Sock's in ze next World Series, Bobby."
"Yes!" Bobby cheered. "A new believer is born! Trust me buddy, they are going to dominate this year!" (A/N: take note of who I support...)
"Look-Kurt-you-think-that-Rogue-would-never-do-that-on-her-own-"Pietro started in his usual speed talk.
"And, yet, she did." Wanda finished, cutting her twin off.
"Like, don't do that!" Kitty shuddered.
"Do what?" Pietro and Wanda said at the same time.
"The whole creepy twin thing where you finish each other's sentences!" Kitty explained. "Its like totally creepy and not natural!"
The twins looked at each other. Pietro looked astonished. "You-know,-Wanda-its-been-about-seven-years-since-we-last-did-that!"
Wanda smiled slightly. "Why did we stop?" She asked. "I remember we used to drive father crazy with it."
Pietro froze in place. Wanda still had some of her real memories. But she still had no idea that she, and Magneto, and he, Pietro, had never really been the happy family she remembered. She had no clue that Magneto had had her locked away in an insane asylum/ hospital thing for the last seven years of her life. Of course, he felt awfully guilty lying to her. I mean, for the love of pixie-stix, she is his twin sister! She was under the impression that life had been perfect. And he did nothing to change her impression after their father had gotten Mastermind to mess around with her memories so she would not remember the asylum. Instead of answering, he shrugged not committing to anything.
Wanda frowned and tried to remember the reason. Of course everyone knew the real reason, but she was so much happier now so everyone guiltily looked away from her.
"Hm, oh well. Anyway, back to what we were saying, Kurt, you think that Rogue would never kiss Gambit. And yet she clearly did." Wanda stated calmly. "Look, she's obviously happy with him. Look at that smile on her face if you don't believe me. But she doesn't know how we'll react. Can't honestly say I blame her, look at how Summers reacted! Lets seriously just drop this whole thing. And let's definitely not mention the contents of this tape to either of them."
"Yeah, like, it is totally nice to see Rogue all smilee and romantic. I think we should support her and Remy's relationship. And Kurt don't worry. I, like, don't think he wants to hurt her."
"Thanks a bundle Sheilas!" Pyro said enthusiastically. "Give me best mate a fair chance! And if he hurts the Sheila, I'll light him on fire for you."
"Oh he won't hurt her. I swear if he does, I'll hex him six ways from Sunday." Wanda smirked. "Or Kitty will phase him halfway through a wall or any of the rest of us will cause his pathetically romantic Cajun rear some serious harm."
"Darned straight!" Kurt snarled, reminding everyone of Wolverine before his first four mugs of coffee.
"So, like, lets get back to the game shall we?" Kitty smiled sweetly.
"Uh, guys?" Lance said groggily. He pointed over to Jamie and Rahne who had fallen asleep sitting in front of the couch using each other's shoulders as pillows. "Maybe we should just forget about this. Those two are exhausted and they are not the only ones. We are up a little late."
Everyone nodded and Lance picked up the sleeping thirteen year old boy and Colossus picked up Rahne. The two older boys brought the sleeping youngsters into their respective bedrooms and then they went to their own rooms.
"Oh wow, its so late. I'd better get home before Mom and Dad send out a search party." Amanda kissed Kurt on the cheek. "Good night Kurt. See you tomorrow maybe."
"Do you want to have breakfast with us tomorrow?" Kurt asked eagerly. He obviously did not want to spend more time than he had to away from her.
"Sure. Its a date." Amanda smiled and then left. Everybody said their good-byes and headed up to their own rooms to get to sleep.
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"Chére, kin Remy come in?" the Cajun pleaded from outside the locked door to Rogue's room.
"NO!" She screamed through the door. "Go away an' leave meh alone!" The way the Southerner's voice shook it sounded like she was crying.
"Y' give Remy no ot'er choice den, Chére." A few seconds later he had picked the lock to her door and barged in like he owned the place. She looked up from what she was doing and scowled. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, hoping he hadn't seen that display of what she saw as weakness.
Whah (why) didn't yah help meh outta that down there? Yah knew Ah was uncomfortable!" She threw him a death glare.
"But, y' did kiss Remy, dough (though)."
"Whah (why) didn't yah lah (lie) then?" She glared at him stubbornly.
"Dat be somet'in' y' don' see every day. Une X-fille encouraging someone t' lie." He smirked in clear amusement.
"Oh shut up, swamp rat!" She grumbled. " Besides. I was with the Brotherhood Boys befo' Ah was with the X-men an' some habits dah (die) hard. Actually Ah hate lahin' (lying) and Ah hate anybodeh (anybody) who lahs (lies) ta meh but Ah woulda (would have) made an exception."
He came over next to her and looked over her shoulder to see what she was doing that commanded more attention from her than he did.
"Dat be pretty impressive Chére," he complimented as he eyed the drawing she had sketched of their kiss. "De subject be one Remy wouldn't mind repeatin' eit'er."
She noticed him behind her and hurriedly covered the picture. She scowled and blushed all at once, and Remy couldn't help thinking that she was cute when she did that.
"Y' ain't got nuttin' t' hide, Rogue." He lectured as he tugged the sketch book away from her panicked grip.
"Ah don't care! Yah can't see this. Its mahne (mine)! Stupid Swamp Rat!" She spat it like a curse as she tried to keep him from getting it.
"Remy knows dat, silly fille!" He laughed. "Jus' let Remy see de pictures!" He pouted as she shook her head no. Then he smirked as an idea formed.
"Y' ticklish, Chére?" He said suavely as her face contorted in recognition.
"Yah wouldn't dare..." She trailed off nervously.
"What wouldn't Remy dare t' do? Dis?" With that he pounced and pinned her down. Then he began to tickle her sides mercilessly.
She shrieked with laughter and tried to wriggle away. And she failed miserably.
"Lemme go! Lemme go!" She choked out between bursts of laughter.
"Nope. Not till y' say uncle, Chére!" Remy smiled warmly. "Remy be havin' too much fun." He continued tickling her sides.
"Fine, uncle Chére. Yah happy now?" Rogue gasped as the tickling continued and her sides ached from the laughter.
"Dat be close 'nuff, Remy guesses." The Cajun smirked and tickled her one more time before he allowed her to roll out of his reach and sit up. "So does dat mean dat Remy be y' Chér den, Petite?"
She was still giggly and breathing heavy from the tickling. He saw the smile that graced her pale face. He moved closer to her and lifted her chin with his gloved hand. "Dat makes y' look tres belle (very beautiful). Y' ought t' do dat mo' often."
"What, let yah tickle meh ta the point o' pain?" She questioned incredulously. She rubbed her sides gingerly. To her great surprise, he chuckled.
"No ma Chére ( my dear)! Remy meant de smile. It lights up y' whole face. Y' look like une angélé (an angel) when y' smile like dat. C'est plus joli qu'un arc-en-ciel dans le printemps. (It is prettier than a rainbow in the spring time). Y' smile in dat innocent way dat 'minds Remy o un bébé. (a baby)."
"Well smiling is a sign of emotion. And emotion is a weakness." Rogue said bitterly.
"Why Rogue?" He tilted his head to the side. "What on eart' would make y' t'ink dat?"
"Yah emotions allow othehs (others) to know how yah feel. It makes it easieh (easier) ta git...hurt. Especially bah (by) the people who yah trust the most."
"Let Remy guess, Mystique?" Remy asked as he stroked her hair, seeing the tears that were welling up.
"Em-Hm." She sniffled, cursing her weakness and the tears that she was barely retaining. Normally she prided herself on being detached from her emotions, but something about the persistent Swamp Rat made her feel vulnerable, yet safe while in his presence. And she hated this whole thing. She wanted to be distant--separate from these painful emotions. "But not just her."
"Cyclops, huh?" Remy asked sagely. His empathy was overloading him with seas of mixed emotions and he pitied her. But he let her keep her dignity and didn't tell her. She made it well known to him that she hated pity.
She nodded and sighed. She clutched her sketch pad closer to her.
"Not so fast." He held out his hand. "Kin Remy please see de pictures? Bet y' a great artist, Chére."
"Fine" she acquiesced reluctantly. She scooted next to him and opened the cover. "Ah use this ta work out mah feelin's. Ah stahted (started) it bah (by) drawin' all mah teammates. Fihst (First) the brothehhood (brotherhood) boys and then the X-men. And then, Ah drew the New Recruits an' Wanda an' yah three Acolytes, when yah joined ouah (our) team."
He smirked at how her accent thickened noticeably as her emotions did. She showed him each respective portrait and told a little bit about it. Each showed the person it was of doing something that reminded her of that person.
Toad's was of him jumping into the air and catching a fly. "Ah've always thought he's so disgustin'." She frowned. "Real sweet an' persistent, bu' disgustin' none the less."
Lance's was of the older boy holding a picture of Kitty, with his guitar on the strap around his neck, and an expression that gave away how he felt about the younger Valley-girl X-gal. "Yah know, he's always drooled ovah (over) Kit. Even befo' they came ta Bayville" The gothic mutant smiled fondly and then frowned in repulsion. "Way too mushy if yah ask meh."
Blob's picture was of the over-weight Texan standing in front of a now empty fridge. "Neveh (never) liked Freddeh (Freddy) much. We never got along. Poor moron even had this majah (major) crush on Jean." Rogue spat that name as if she feared it would poison her. Remy smirked.
Pietro's picture was a scene from the fantasies of most girls. He was sitting in between two cheerleaders and another jockette was behind him while a girl who could be recognized as Taryn (A/N: Jean's backstabbing little witch of a friend who dated Scott for a while) sat at his feet. "Is there anehthin' (anything) that kin be said 'bout Pietro?" Rogue laughed fondly of her friend. But an odd gleam in her eyes clearly radiated jealousy. Not that Pietro had so much attention, and she certainly obviously had about as much interest in Pietro romantically as she had interest in being eaten alive by cannibals, but the fact that he could touch (and definitely took advantage of that ability on a routine basis) clearly got under her skin.
"Non, nuttin' kin be said fo' dat garçon (boy), Chére. Quickie be un of a kind an' Remy t'anks God fo' dat on a nightly basis." Remy laughed. Then he threw an arm comfortably around Rogue's shoulder. " An' dose filles don' hold a candle t' de une Remy be lookin' at right now." He whispered huskily.
"Stop. Yah makin' meh blush Sugah (Sugar)!" Rogue smiled.
"Sugah?!?" He asked with both his eyebrows hidden in his hairline. "D' Remy's ears deceive him? Did y' just call Remy de 'quivelant o' Chére in y' own special way?" He smirked as she flushed bright red.
"No! Ah...uh...Ah meant Swamp Rat" She said lamely. Hoping to change the topic and divert his eerie smirk she turned the page. A picture of her and Scott cuddling close in the x-jet was the first they saw. Remy didn't even need the empathic signals he was getting from her to tell how sad the image made her. On the next page she had sketched a picture of Scott in a Napoleonic pose with the flag of the U.S. behind him. "Yah know, he was the reason Ah joined the X-men. Kinda sad. But Ah thought he cared 'bout meh. But he always liked his precious li'l Jean." She said all this quietly and she turned the page.
"If yah don't know mah 'pinion o' her then yah got brain trouble." Rogue growled bitterly as a portrait of Jean in a queen's wardrobe with both Duncan and Scott, dressed as servants, kissing her high heels was shown to the two of them.
"Well, Remy not stupid, Chére." He smirked, amused.
The next page had a picture of Kurt doing his "party dance" (A/N: You all know what I'm talking about. Its the dance where he got on the table during the "Middleverse" episode.)
"This one always makes meh laugh." Rogue said and chuckled. "He is too funny for his own good. Too bad he got Mystique for a mama. He has such a great sense fo humor and he is so sweet." She gushed.
"Y' talkin' bout him very fondly" Remy pointed out suspiciously.
"Yah jealous o' mah li'l brotheh (brother)?" She failed at hiding a grin. "He's mah onleh (only) real family, so Ah hafta like him." She suppressed a giggle as Remy's face relaxed, relief etched all over.
Turning the page showed Kitty in a store and a figure who resembled Lance was carrying a ton of bags and boxes while Kitty was happily eyeing a clothes rack with a credit card that read Lance Alvers on the front, in her hand. "Kit's anotheh (another) one o' the preps. But she ain't so bad. But Ah swear, Lawrd (Lord) onleh (only) knows whah (why) weh (we are) best friends. Weh (we are) as differen' as chalk and cheese. (A/N: ten points to who can tell me what cartoon this is from :} One hint its animé )." Remy chortled and shook his head.
They passed the page where Evan was skating down the railing on the stairs at school. (A/N: Can any of you skater peoples out there tell me what this is?) "Evan's ok. A li'l immature an' a lot obsessed 'bout skatin' but hey, to each, his or her own, right?" She shrugged and they got through the New Recruits without comment until they got to Bobby. "Yah know, Ah don't even know if Ah should tell yah this but he had a majah (major) crush on meh when he fihst (first) got heh (here). He was so goofeh an' Ah onleh figured it out cuz Ah absorbed him." Rogue smiled and shook her head. "Silly kid."
The next page was Jamie.
"Isn't he just so sweet and cute?" She said enthusiastically. "He had a crush too. And he was brave enough to tell me himself." She noticed Remy pouting jealously and cracked up. "That is priceless! Remy LeBeau, self-appointed King o' Hearts, is jealous of a THIRTEEN YEAR OLD!!!" She fell back onto her bed cracking up. " Sugah, he's mo' of a li'l brotheh (brother) ta meh than even Kurt! The onleh (only) threat he poses ta yah is if yah inta the Poweh Rangehs (Power Rangers) or yah playing hide-n-seek! Or if yah challenge the kid at Pokemon cards. I swear he is unbeatable."
"Hey, dere ain't no card game dat Remy ain't de master o', Petite." Remy smirked. "Who did y' t'ink taught de li'l homme (guy) t' play dat game?"
"Yah play Pokémon?" Rogue raised one eyebrow. He nodded in that cocky way he has that only he can pull off as cocky and sincere at the same time. "What do yah play with?" She asked.
"Dis an' Dat." He shrugged. "Remy formed his own deck an' was de champ fo' two years in a row at de Acolyte base." He said proudly.
"Then Ah challenge yah ta a match. Yah can't be as good as yah say. Besides. The Acolytes? Yah played against a certifiably insane Aussi, a giant tin can that talks if yah lucky, An over-grown an' probably rabid cat monster thing, an' Ol' Bucket head? There ain't no way yah any good."
"Y' fo'got 'bout Quickie, Chére." Remy smirked. "He stopped by sometimes."
"Oh, like playing Pietro is such a skill" Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Don' knock de boy till y' gone against him. His ego be too big. Remy convinced dat it squished his brain. Pokémon be all 'bout strategy. If y' make a deck wit' little weakness and a lot of strengt' an trainer cards an' energies an' y' play wit' a good strategy, den y' almost invincible. De on'y problem be dat y' strategy better be better deny' 'ponent's." The Cajun smirked and turned the page. Wanda glared back at him.
"Wanda has been mah savin' grace. She is the only other Goth in Bayville. Ah swear this town is full of preps and hoods like Lance. Ah just wish her brotheh (brother) and Fatheh (Father) had been more honest with her. Its hard to pretend everything is ok while we hate Magneto. Nobody deserves ta be lahed (lied) ta lahke (like) that. An' Ah am speakin' from first hand experience." They got through the pictures of Pyro and Colossus with no comments and then Gambit found a familiar pair of red-on-black eyes looking up at him.
"Dis homme be devilishly handsome, non?" He smirked as he gestured to the portrait of himself.
"No is rahght (right) Cajun." She said coyly and grinned at his crestfallen expression. "Don't flatter yahself, Sugah. Yah ain't the best lookin' guy out there." Remy childishly pouted and stuck out his tongue at her. "One of 'em, yeah, but definitely not number one."
Remy continued flipping pages. The other pictures after the portraits were various scenes etched out. Some were real and others to Remy's knowledge had never actually happened, such Jean hanging off a cliff above a burning bonfire, or Rogue and Scott getting married.
He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Chere, y' an' Cyke make a lousy couple."
"Aw, shut yah mouth Cajun!" Rogue growled. "If yah don't like it so much, tell meh a better couple."
"Remy t'inks y' an' Remy be a real cute couple, Petite."
Rogue groaned. "Ah should have seen that comin' shouldn't Ah have? Ah walked right inta that one with both eyes wahde (wide) open. Didn't Ah?"
"Yep, Chere. Remy always knew dat y'd walk right into his arms. But, don' worry. Remy will hold y' tight so y' ain' walkin' 'round blindly no mo'." He smirked as she grimaced. Knowing she was uncomfortable, he kept flipping through the pages of her sketch book.
He finally came to a page where a half burnt King of Hearts card was taped to a page. Under that, in fancy script, it read, "Guys Ah have liked: Cody, Scott, Warren, Remy"
Curiously, he turned the page. There were about twelve pictures of a jock with a Caldecott High School letterman jacket. Remy had no idea who he was, as he had never seen the kid before, but guessed that this was Cody.
"Who is dis?" Remy asked the girl who was still fuming.
"Oh, that's Cody. He was mah...fihst (first) boyfriend."
"Oh, Remy knows who dat is! Ain' he de garcon who y' powers activated o- Oh." Remy saw the instant change. She didn't succeed in hiding her miserable sniffling. Tears did flow down her cheeks.
"Oh, Remy so sorry, Chere! He fo'got dat was a sore spot fo' y'!" He hugged her close and she trembled and shook.
Remy turned the page and his lip curled in disgust. About fifty different pictures of Scott smiled back at him in a sickening way.
"Chere, Remy don't wanna know when y' saw Cyke wit' no shirt, but why did y' like him? Dat homme (guy) has a six foot pole up his backside that prevents him from havin' fun ou act like de nineteen year old dat he is."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Don't Ah know that is true." She said wistfully. "But hey, a gal kin dream right?"
"Remy'd prefer it if y' dreamed 'bout Remy, Chere." He said suavely.
He ducked as a pillow from her bed flew at him.
"Yah jerk" Rogue smirked as she hit him with the second pillow from her bed. He merely smiled and turned the page of the sketch book. He blinked in shock as his own image appeared. There were so many pictures of him that he was amazed.
"Chére! Dese are magnifique (magnificent)! Who knew dat Remy's Chére was such une bonne artiste (good artist)? So kin Remy take dis as a sign dat y' do have feelin's ot'er den hatred towards him?"
"NO!" Rogue grumbled. "The onleh (only) thing Ah feel fo' yah is detest and spite. Yah such an arrogant jerk! Yah think yah God's gift ta women, an' Sugah? Yah fah (far) from it. Yah ego's so big Ah am amazed yah neck kin s'port yah big fat head. Oh and yah always trahin' (trying) ta botheh (bother) meh. And one otheh (other) thing...AH AIN'T YAH 'CHERE'! Mah name is Rogue. Say it with meh now. ROGUE. Row-guh. Not Chére. Got it?"
"Yep, Remy got it, Chére." He teased. "Y' want Remy t' call y' ROW-GUH."
"Ack! Men!" Rogue exclaimed. "Look Sugah, don't call meh yah Chére. Ah ain't nobodeh's (nobody's) anehthing (anything). I don't belong ta anehone. (anyone.) Especially not ta yah."
"Whatever, petite. Jus' remember dat Denial ain't jus' a river in Egypt." He smirked at her furious facial expression. He then looked back down at a gorgeously detailed picture of himself standing in a doorway with his trademark cocky grin. "Sure. Remy believes dat y' REALLY hate him. Uh-huh." He kept flipping through the drawings and eventually he across a few of things he KNEW he had never done, such as standing at an alter while a two-toned haired girl walked down the aisle, or sitting on his motorcycle while a girl whose hair was long and two-toned and trailing behind them buried her face into his trench-coat clad back.. And then, he found a page that was a duplicate drawing of Scott without a shirt, only with the head substituted for a Cajun one with demonic eyes.
"Chére, y' got Remy all wrong!. But if y' need him t' model so y' kin do de drawin' right sometime..."
"Huh?" Rogue glanced at the older mutant curiously.. Then she realized how far he had gotten through her sketch book and realized the pages he was currently studying. Everything seemed to blur as she shook her head to clear her thoughts. How could she have been so careless as to let him see this? This book was almost a diary to her. Only she drew her thought s instead of writing them. This was the journal where she stored her most emotional thoughts. The pictures of her friends and teammates and crushes! She dove over him and snatched at the book.
"Gimme that! Ah think yah've seen enough!" She was more than slightly panicking.
"But, Chére," Remy whined. "Remy wants t' see y' work!"
"No, Cajun. Yah tahme (time) is up. Ah don't need yah seein' these."
"If Remy had known he had a time limit, he'd have spent less time on de ot'ers and mo' on de pictures o' Remy!" The Cajun sulked.
"Well too bad, huh Sugah?" She smirked.
Remy recovered quickly. "So were dose pictures y' own personal fantasies?" He teased her. "Did dey get mo' interestin'? Dat why y' didn' want Remy t' see any o' de rest?" Her face instantly matched his eyes (well the red parts anyway).
"N-No!" She spluttered unconvincingly. " It was just...just....when Ah absorbed yah, yah psyche kept part o' yah ego an' when the psyches act up, yahs is dominant so yah make meh draw yah." She tried to sound confident. Really she did try.
"Chére, Remy can't draw a straight line wit' a ruler. Remy's psyche would not tell y' draw Remy. Maybe go on a date wit' Remy ou kiss him but not draw him." The older teen seemed to enjoy making Rogue squirm in discomfort. "Don't worry, Petite. Remy not gonna tell nobody dat Remy de homme (man) o' y' dreams. We kin jus' keep dat as our secret, non?" He winked cheerily at her.
Rogue smiled and nodded. She definitely did not want her crush spread to gossip hounds like Kitty, Tabitha, Jubilee or even a bunch of the guys. It could do some major damage to her distant reputation.
"Kin Remy tell y' a secret?" He asked suavely as she rolled her eyes. "Y' de first fille, dat give Remy a fight 'bout de flirtin'. Usually de filles an' femmes t'row demselves at Remy. Y' special, Chére. Diff'ren'. Dat be what intrigues Remy 'bout y'. Ot'er den y' beauty an' charm o' course."
"Go wressle with a gator, Swamp Rat." She said with a scowl on her face and twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "Weh both know yah lahin' (lying) through yah teeth."
"Y' wound Remy, Chére. Real deep." He gave her a look of mock hurt. Then he slid closer to her on the bed and wrapped an arm around her. "Trut' ou Dare, Roguey."
"Yah ever call meh Roguey again an' yah gonna hafta have Beast feedin' yah through a tube in the med-lab." She warned him. "An' AH know what yah dares are lahke (like) so I guess truth."
"Is Remy a good kisser Chére?"
"Ah honestly don't know, since Ah've neveh (never) had anehone (anyone) else ta compare yah ta. Fo' all Ah know, yah could be the lousiest kisseh (kisser) this sahde (side) o' heck." She said all this in a level voice, but with a smirk on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.
"Fair 'nuff Remy guesses. But Remy gets t' ask his jolie amie (pretty girlfriend) anot'er question den." He smiled and moved in, closing the already small distance between them. "Did y' like it when Remy kissed y', Petite?" He smirked broadly. Unbeknownst to the two of them, they both started leaning towards each other. Rogue's eyes closed unconsciously and she smiled, completely unaware of what she was doing. Remy on the other hand also shut his eyes and smiled. One would think that he would know when he was about to kiss a girl, but this one seemed to have him entranced and under a spell.
A second before their lips met, the door opened. The couple looked up and saw Kitty standing in the doorway wearing an expression that was some mix between shock, amusement, and triumph and maybe a few other stray emotions.
(A/N: wouldn't I be just awful to leave it like this? Ok I have decided that this is the end of this chapter. Don't forget to Review! O_* (this is supposed to be a wink))
(A/N: JUST KIDDING! Thought I had you there, didn't yah? §_§ I am not THAT cruel people. SHEESH!)
"Oh, I am, like, so sorry if I am interrupting something. I just thought that...Oh who knows. I just was ,like, not really prepared for you two to be...I am, like, SOOOOOOO sorry!" Kitty babbled. She looked like she was desperately trying to hold back a smile or a giggle fit or possibly both.
Remy looked at Rogue who had just realized how close they were, and what had almost happened and backed away from him VERY quickly. I mean, we're talkin' Quicksilver like speed here. "Cela était des moyens d'elle, n'est-ce pas? Chére, votre camarade de chambre doit apprende a congner sur la porte si elle ne fait pas interupt de magie, non? (That was mean of her, wasn't it? Chére, your roommate should learn to knock on the door so she does not interrupt the magic, no?)" Rogue rolled her eyes a little and then nodded slightly. Remy then continued. "Pour quoi Remy? L'univers rit a Remy maintenant, n'est-ce pas? ( Why Remy? The universe is laughing at Remy now isn't it?)"
Kitty blinked and tried to comprehend what he had just said. She caught the word Chére a few times and could guess by inference of how Rogue responded to it that it meant 'dear' or something like that. But everything else flew over her head. " Uh, care to, like, let me in on whatever you just said?" She timidly mumbled.
"Kitty, vous avez le moment miteux." Remy pouted.
"Huh?" Kitty asked intelligently.
"He says yah have lousy tahmin' (timing), Kit." Rogue explained.
"Oh, like, I guess. " Kitty grinned sheepishly. "But maybe if he didn't talk like Pietro, and spoke in English, I, like, would have totally understood him."
"Yah babblin' Kit." Rogue pointed out.
"I'll stop. But, like, why didn't you just tell me how much you like, liked him?! I'm, like, your best friend! Isn't that what roommates are for? To discuss crushes and, like, boyfriends with?" The younger girl gestured to the two of them who were still a little too close for comfort, and the fact that they were still almost kissing, as Remy had backed her into a corner and had again subconsciously moved in.
Rogue just frowned. "Kitty, Ah don't lahke (like) him. Ah lahke (like) him about as much as Wanda lahkes (likes) Toad."
"Oh so very much then," Kitty giggled highly amused. "Wanda's head over heels for him. Even though he is, like, totally icksome." Kitty shuddered. "But she still totally likes him. And I, like, totally think you're playing the same "hard-to-get" game with Remy just like Wanda is with Toad. Like, duh."
Rogue growled. "Ah. DO. NOT. LAHKE (LIKE). HIM!" She snarled. "Oh look a flahin' (flying) pig! Oh mah mistake, no such thing. Cuz that is when Gambit will be mah boyfriend. No scratch dat. Jean will be blond before Ah date Remy. And he is the most stupid, egotistical, sarcastic, annoyin' son of a Swamp Rat on this planet!"
"Y' fo'got t' mention dat Remy de hottest an' most charmin' son of a Swamp Rat on dis planet, Chére." He smirked and winked.
Rogue pushed him away from her and he landed with a thump, in an undignified position, on his backside, on the floor. "Perverti stupide! Je vous déteste! (Stupid Swamp Rat! I hate you!)"
Kitty had no clue what her friend had said. But she giggled at the expression of rage on Rogue's face and the look of surprise on Remy's.
To both Kitty and Rogue's surprise he stood up and winced as he rubbed his lower back and then walked towards the door. He turned around with a smile on his face. "Je vous aime aussi, mon Chérie. Reves doux, Roguey." With that he gave a hearty wink and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
"Le vieux rat de marais meut. (dumb old swamp rat)" Rogue half muttered and half whispered after he left.
"Ohhhh, like, what did he say?!" Kitty bounced up and down in excitement. "And what did you say to him?!"
Rogue merely smiled and shrugged.
"You, are, like, infuriating, Rogue!" Kitty stomped her foot childishly. Then she paused. "Like, oh my gosh! Rogue, the only word I caught in that was "Roguey". He deliberately drew that out! He called you "Roguey" and , like, you didn't dismember him! I knew it...You, like, totally like him!" Kitty squealed in delight.
"Je ne vais pas dire un mot, Kit. Pas un mot seul. (I am not going to say a word, Kit. Not one single word.)" Rogue said, shaking her head in amusement. Then she took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to change.
"ARGH!" Kitty huffed. "I, like, totally swear that on the first day of school (A/N: Its summer vacation right now cuz otherwise my whole story makes as much sense as Pietro walking. I, mean how does he do that at school. I get fidgety after the first five minutes of being restricted to a desk, I imagine he would not be able to stand it. And, I don't even know how to stay still so long and I do not possess the super-speed X-gene...) , I am so going to go to the guidance councilors and take French instead of Study Hall!" Kitty called after her best friend. "Between, like, you and Remy and occasionally Sam, I totally have to learn what you guys are saying!" She changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed.
Rogue reentered the room in her orange and green pajamas, yawning. "Whateveh (whatever) Kit. Just don't hurt yourself, okay?" Rogue then climbed into her own bed and rolled over to turn out the lamp. "Night, Kit."
Kitty rolled over fuming about she was always left in the dark-proverbially and literally.
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So there is the real end. What did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Think trained assassin penguins should peck me to death? Let me know. I mean it! I haven't really gotten any bad reviews, and I am worried that my ego is gonna pop soon. Hey this is my first try. It can't really be that perfect can it? I swear, constructive criticism is welcomed as long as its accompanied by a reason. Don't get me wrong, I am not encouraging any negative comments but I am beginning to wonder...
Ok, so I have an idea. After every chapter, I am going to ask a thought provoking question. Answer if you think you know the answer. Remember there are no wrong answers.
Here goes: Who would win in a race between Pietro (Quicksilver) and Wally West (the Flash [I think that is his the Flash's name. Any DC fans want to help me out?])?????????????????
Love and Peace
-Heartsyhawk-
chapter 6 completed Sunday, February 22, 2004