Rogue awoke the next day in a rather good mood, compared to the last few mornings at least. She washed and dressed in her normal manner, though her good mood made her wear less make up and lighter clothes for a change. She made it down to the kitchen before everyone else, and made herself a cup of coffee to wake herself up a bit before she left for school. The steaming hot liquid was a warm welcome to her on this cold February morning.

As much as she loved it here in Bayville, she missed home even more. She remembered how she could wake up at 6 in the morning and have the sun shining brightly through her window, birds singing on the outside telling her to wake up to the beautiful day. She remembered how her mum would make breakfast for her on Saturday's, always a fresh stack of pancakes with hot, greasy bacon on top. She would leave her house to find her best friend Cody at their top secret tree house, far away from the town where no one could bother them. She spent almost everyday with him, at school they were in all the same classes sitting next to each other and at home they lived next door to each other. At that age she couldn't imagine having any other friend as close to her as Cody, they would spend the rest of their lives together as best friends and never be separated. Apparently Cody also wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, but in a different respect. When they were older his feeling changed about Rogue, he wanted more out of their relationship. That's when everything went bad for her. She sighed as she looked out to the still dark cold morning. Her life had never been the same after that and it only ever got worse. Her good mood had now gone bad.

She picked up her bag and left for school early, figuring she would walk the long way to clear her head before she had to work. Unfortunately she walked fast that morning, and even though it was the long way, she still got there an hour early for her lessons. She growled under her breath as she turned and headed for the town where she would get a another cup of coffee and wait out the morning for school to start. She went into the café that she usually went with Wanda to, hoping her friend would be there seeing as she hadn't spent the night at home. After looking to their usual table she sighed defeatedly as she saw not Wanda, but a man sat in their spot. She walked up to the counter and ordered her usual drink, then turned to find somewhere to sit. This however was not an easy task. The café was small and all the tables where taken. She looked to her right and saw on one table, four business men meeting for morning drinks, discussing their work as they each help piles of paper in their hands and pointing to each other sheets. On another table she saw a group of girls all giggling away about some gossip that one of them had heard about some girl and some guy. She turned to her left and watched as a mother struggled to control her two children and they threw bits of muffin at each other and spilt their drinks all over the place. The tables in between where only occupied by one person at each. She would have to share with some one great.

She looked over the other occupants in total there were three men and two women. The first woman was out of the question as she was on her cell phone chatting loudly away to someone on the other side. Rogue needed someone quite to sit with so she could have some peace. The second woman was more likely until she turned and looked in Rogues direction. She had make-up lines all over her face where she had been crying that morning, a tissue tucked away in her hand. Rogue felt bad but she didn't want to have to listen to her sob story. Besides she looked like she needed time to herself anyway. One of the guys had an mp3 player on and headphone. This would have been perfect as she wouldn't have to talk to him, but he was singing and drumming away at the table and that was sure to give Rogue a headache. The next man was sitting at her usual table, reading a newspaper. This would be fine if he didn't speak to her, but she did worry that he would ask her opinion on the news and events of today about mutants, and that was an argument that she didn't want to get into. The last guy was also reading a newspaper but he was tutting and sighing loudly and was even more likely to ask her questions. She opted for her usual table in hopes the man would stay quiet while she was there. If he happened to ask she would just say she was a mutant and maybe he would just leave.

She walked over to the the chair that wasn't occupied. "do ya mind if ah sit here?" she asked bluntly , trying not to seem too happy or relaxed in case he would take it wrong and think she was open for conversation.

"non, its fine." he answered just as bluntly. She had to stop before he sat down, unsuspecting his rudeness. She shook the thought away as quickly as it came. This is what she wanted, to sit and not have to talk to anyone. She sat in the arm chair and sank back, sipping on her coffee and enjoying the burning sensation as it ran down her throat.

After a few minutes of silence the man spoke. "this is just bull shit." he stated, making Rogue jump out of her own thoughts. "they think people actually care for those things" he said as he folded the paper up and threw it on the table.

Here we go Rogue thought to herself as she prepared herself for a mutant bashing.

"Remy don mean to be rude petite, but he hates humans." he said as he took out a deck of cards and began to shuffle them in his hands.

"humans?" she asked bluntly, "don't you mean mutants?"

"well Remy hates some mutants but not all. Besides he is one." he eyed her curiously, a lop sided grin appearing on his lips.

Rogue just sat there and stared at the man.

Remy had thought this through as much as he could before he gave himself a headache. He had to bump into her and get her talking. If he could talk to her then she would be putty in his hands. He knew she would be at school today so he had to get to her before she went. He had seen her a few days ago with her friend in a café, that was where he would wait,knowing that she would come in for a coffee before school. He grabbed his trench coat off the back of the chair and left early to get the perfect table for their first meeting. On the way to the coffee shop he picked up a newspaper, he needed some sort prop to help him get her talking.

When he reached the café he ordered a large coffee and picked the table. It was the same table he had seen her and her friend sitting at. He sat down and opened the paper but did not read it. Instead he watched as other people began to enter the café and take up the remaining tables. Lady luck was on his side as eventually all the tables were taken. He watched the occupants from behind his glasses as they go on with their day to day lives.

Suddenly the little bell above rang out, indicating that someone had walked in. It was her. For the first time Remy had a chance to properly look her over. She wore a pair of black jeans that hugged her ass perfectly. She had a black spaghetti strap top on under an almost see through green shirt that covered her arms and waist that where left bare from the strap top. They hugged all of her curves perfectly and enhanced her chest. On her hands she word a pair of simple black gloves, but it looked great with the whole look that she pulled off perfectly. Her face was covered with make up, but it wasn't scary Goth make up. Her skin was a perfect porcelain white set with a pink glow from the cold outside. Her eyes were covered in make up that made them look smokey and seductive. The dark black made her amazing green eyes stand out and glisten like emeralds.

Remy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he watchedher walk over to the counter and order her drink.She really was breath takingly beautiful. He had to compose himself again, don' get distracted Remy, this is job remember. He watched as she looked around for a place to sit. He used is power of empathy on the her, making her feel more comfortable around him than to everyone else in the café. He waited for her to speak and did not look up when she asked if she could sit there. "non, its fine." he said without moving. This was it, phase one of stealing the Rogue had begun.

"yo a mutant?" she asked curiously. This was a different conversation to the one she had been planning.

"oui. Is that a problem for you?" he asked even though he knew the answer already.

"No!" she shot, maybe a little too loudly, "Ah mean, no. ah'm a mutant too, though ah hate being one."

"oui. Remy hates being one too. People don' like the look of him, they either stare at him or they run away screaming."

she looked at him puzzled. "but ya look fine, why would they run screaming from ya?"

"Remy don' want to show ya chere, don' want to scare ya off."

"Trust me, ah'v seen some freaky shit in my time. Show me."

he looked at her, reading her features. She looked intrigued as a smile appeared on her perfectly plump lips. Slowly he leant forward and pulled his sunglasses down his noes enough to see his eyes clearly but not enough to show everyone else in the room.

She gasped. But not out of fear. She was completely mesmerised by his eyes. Where there should have been white, there was black and where there should have been a brown, green, or bluey colour there was red. The deepest red, that glowed brightly like rubies. She was absolutely captivated.

Remy began to feel uncomfortable and her expression which he mistook for fear. He put the glasses back on and went to leave. He had many people look at him like that before in his life. He knew this was a job and he had to get her to come with him, but he would finish another day. He couldn't sit here and try to convince her when all the while he would be thinking of her being afraid of his eyes.

"wait" she said, grabbing his arm before he could stand up. "ah, ah didn't mean to stare ah'm sorry. They're just so..."

"so what?"

"...beautiful"

he stared at her. He had never had anyone call his eyes "beautiful" before. She blushed at his stare which made him smile. She looked fantastic when she blushed.

"ah don't understand how people could be scare of them"

"back in the big easy people used to call me "Le Diable Blanc", means the white devil."

she gasped. They looked at each other for a few moments. She began to feel him becoming uncomfortable, so she decided to change the subject.

"So ya from New Orleans?" she asked even though the fact was obvious.

"oui" he grinned. "you from the south too non?" again the fact was obvious. In fact it one of the first things he had noticed about her was her accent, her sexy southern drawl that would just drip from her lips as she spoke. As they spoke Remy was finding himself becoming more and more attracted to this girl. Maybe this mission would be more fun than what he had first expected. The girl that was impossible to get. He had to have her.

After the introductions they began to talk, mostly about the South. Neither gave away their personal information like where they were now, who they affiliated themselves with or any of their past life stories. Instead they talked about summers in Mississippi and times spent at mardi gras. After that Rogue forgot she was supposed to be at school and Remy forgot he was on a job. They were just two southerners remembering the good old days together.

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