Chapter 4
"Remember child New Orleans never forgets but She will forgive." I heard Tante Mattie mutter as she stroked my hair out of my face. "I know you ain't sleeping child so listen close you take care of your sister while you up there and make sure you do your chores." I simply nodded my head in response to her statement. "Now you need to get up so you can leave."
I got up running a hand through my hair and followed her down to the kitchen and hopped up on the counter rubbing my chest yawning as she started to make breakfast for me. "Why are we leaving so early I had a late night as it was?" I fused to Tante Mattie as my feet swung below me.
The wooden spoon of death and fear was suddenly in my face. "You stop complaining this instant. Now get down and eat while I go get Remy you two have to get to the air port to meet your sister and mother formally before you your sister and Remy go north." I sat stunned in silence for a moment before I did as she instructed me and hopped down to the table.
I ate silently as my mind was running rampant. Tante knew my mother and I had a sister. What was going on? I hear Jean-Luc Talking with his sons but now I come to find out my mother is known to the grandmotherly figure that has been there for my entire life. I ate and followed my fellow thieves to the car. We went to the air port straight into the air field. There was another car parked beside the small private jet we had for trips or jobs as need dictated. I recognized that it was assassins were the ones that happened to be waiting for and loading the plane with magenta luggage. I reluctantly climbed out of the car into the morning son rubbing my mark as it still stung some making me slightly uncomfortable and the bandages could use changing.
We made our way to the waiting Assassins and silently started to load my luggage into the plane. The guild leaders and their children were speaking as the other Thieves and I loaded my stuff as the little princess watched us from sitting a little ways off. I was not too proud that I did not help load my few belongings into the jet for my exile from the beautiful city that shall never forget. I saw Jean-Luc chuckle and hand over the knife and book I liberated the night before. Once everything was loaded on the plane the guild leaders approached us with matching smirks on their face which did nothing to make me relax. "I see you two are getting along reasonably well." Jean-Luc said as he and the assassin leader approached us.
Marius Boudreaux chuckled "I find it surprising that somehow when we arrived home last night none of our sensors were tripped and the friendly ghost had tucked a blanket around my granddaughter even though you two have always had disputes in public and you taunt her on your normal visits to my home." He said softly so only I could hear.
The princess could not stay silent at her grandfather's prodding even if she could not hear it. "I still don't understand why I have to go with these thieves. Mommy could teach me how to control my powers. They just are like hers after all even if they are a different color." Leonie fused to her grandfather.
I was getting tired of this fast and was growing cranky with her stuck up attitude. I did not want to go with these people away from my home. All I wanted was to be the greatest thief the world has ever seen. I wanted to grab the plane's wing and blow it to hell right then, but that was not a feasible option for me. I knew that in order to farther my goals I would need to bide my time and wait until I had control over my powers so that I could take the title my father held for so long and was known as by every major law enforcement agency the world over. At least my suit would be with me. It was a fine suit made by one Mr. Potter a really good tailor from New York.
Marius Boudreaux stepped up and pulled Leonie to his side. "You know that you must go up to New York. You need to train so that my home does not get anymore holes blown into the side of the mansion. Another point to remember is that we in both guilds stress one thing above all others and that is the importance of family over everything else and you along with your brother over there are going to be the glue that holds the guilds together in our renewed effort at peace. The war between we the Boudreaux family and the LeBeau family has gone on for far too long and both our families and their supporters are tired of this fighting. To make a better future for crime across the world we must embrace our extended family. Thanks to a previous attempt to unify ourselves we are now all family through the two of you and we are going to enforce that bond and to keep the two of you safe you must spend time with your immediate family. For you that family is Remy LeBeau and Virgil Trystan LeBeau master thieves of their guild along with one Mrs. Anna Marie LeBeau a Mississippi River rat for a step mother and seeing as Gambit is no longer banned from this city in accordance with his newly reestablished rights as a father it would do well to get along with your new family. The two of you will be studying in New York and taking vacations down here. I look forward to seeing you both at my Thanksgiving table since from now on when you return to this beautiful city you both shall be staying at the Boudreaux estate." The last few bits of his speech he made sure to include me as he put his hand on my shoulder and made eye contact with me and my apparent sister. "Virgil I hope you will one day recognize me as your grandfather since you did inherit my family's eyes."
My only reply was to nod acceptance of his words for I knew in my heart that my eyes did indeed look like those of the Boudreaux family. After Marius' little speech with his granddaughter we; Remy, Leonie, and I, boarded the private jet that would take us up to New York. The flight was fairly silent with all of us absorbed in our own thoughts. It was a lot to take in for me at least. The fact that the princesse démon was my twin sister is a lot of weight on my mind. The girl was third in line for the throne of the assassins but then again I was also third or fourth in line to take over the patriarchal rule of the thieves. I did not even move from my seat I just fiddled with a deck of cards the whole time playing game after game of solitaire. The flight went quickly enough from my point of view but then again the private jet was easily able to maintain just below the speed of sound. I slept some of the way but not much. We arrived in New York after only a few hours and were met at the gate by a woman with two-toned hair along with a girl a few years younger than Leonie and me. The girl had the same white striped hair as her mother. I adjusted my sunglasses out of habit as I always did when I met new people.
The woman smiled when she saw us before flying towards us and pulling Remy into a hug."I missed you Rems and you know that I ain't happy whenever you go away on those jobs of yours. Especially this one with you going down to New Orleans without even telling me why except your father demanded you to get down there and to find you returning on one of his jets with two kids in toe with you. You better start explaining thing swamp rat before I call Logan and let him gut you from kidnapping two helpless kids." The more she spoke the thicker her accent that was clearly from the south but not the bayou came out and it was clear she had a short fuse or was possibly bipolar.
She had let go of the man who donated sperm to fertilize the eggs that become us the New Orleans Demon Twins as we will most likely be called if we came stand to be around each other with our strange eyes. Leonie's having our father's burning red irises and I inheriting his black sclera with the frozen cold blue from the Boudreaux family. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at these crazy people who would obviously be the ones I was living with for the foreseeable future. The little girl chooses that moment to spare the devil from his wife's wrath momentarily. "Daddy, why are they wearing sunglasses when it is not that bright outside today?"
The devil started rubbing the back of his head nervously only to receive a smack from his southern bride. "Stop avoiding Bekka's question. Tell us why you brought those two up here and be quick about it you good for nothing Cajun thief." She was a violent as I figured she would be if she could deal with the deadbeat.
Remy cleared his throat and looked at them before he crouched in front of the girl. "Well you know how I was thankful that you took after your mother in looks?" He asked her softly to which she replies with a nod. "That is because I feared you would have to hide your eyes from the entire world like these two do. Virgil why not come over here, and show your eyes to mon fillette here." He said the last part looking at me.
"Come on petite princesse mignonne démon if I have to go through this then you can do that as well." I said dragging her along with me to deal with the embarrassment of exposure that we had to face every time we met someone new. Once we arrived to face the little girl. "On three mon sœur; un, deux, trois." Once I said three the two of us pulled our glasses off at the same time exposing our unique eyes to the one that we were supposed to be family with.
Their looks of astonishment were quite impressive and not unusual. I hated the looks of fear that quickly followed after the astonishment. I kept waiting for their looks to change to the hatred that I despised from the bottom of my heart. I would not stand for it ever seeing that look like I was trash to be looked down upon.
The look of disgust never came. Their interest only intensified. "Daddy his eyes are like yours and she has the same eye color as you." I was not sure how to react to honest interest in my eye coloration. It was weird to say the least and this was not going to be easy to deal with.
A deadly cold voice came from the bride of the devil. "Swamp rat, you have some explaining to do."