Author's Note: Thanks to all of those reading my story, I hope your enjoying it. Not much else to say really, other than please R&R.
dani- Thanks for reviewing! Lol I can guarantee it will be interesting hope you enjoy this chapter.
Laceylou76- Haha thanks, I really had fun writing that chapter and it made me all hyped cause I've never seen/nor read anything like I wrote so it makes me happy to see its somewhat an original take. I'm really pleased that you liked it so much, and the Jean-Luc/Romy confrontation is going to be just as much fun to write, though it won't be for a time before its mentioned.
ban- Lol, thanks, the fight as I said before was a blast to write. Elle won't appear for a few more chapters sadly, there's just too much to fill in before we get there. Lol 'kinda' being the operative word, lol if Rouge doesn't kill him first. -wink-
sailormoon846212- Lol thank you, yes it will be an eye opener when they find out Rouge is alive. Also did you get the link I sent you?
the-writing-vampire- Lol I can always count on a long review from you or Laceylou76, it makes me happy. lol now that you mention it I think I need to bring some more Jonda into the story, even as just a side view, lol thanks for pointing it out. Haha you'll have to wait and see where Keir and Rouge end up but I can promise Choas is ensured. thanks for the review!
Chapter 18- Mirroring the Eyes of Another
Rouge moaned tiredly, sleep still pulling her down trying to force her back into slumber but to no avail. Yawning slightly Rouge realized just how comfortable she was, i didn't know hay could be so warm, she thought tiredly. Pushing herself slightly she felt something wrapped around her, huh that's weird she thought distantly. Allowing her eyes to focus she felt her calm serene mood pop.
"DUNDEE!" She screeched pulling herself from Keir loose grip, smacking him from his sleep. He groaned before waving her hand off like a fly and rolling over, his back turned towards her. He knew full well she was going to have said reaction when she woke up with his arms around her. Well it was nice while it lasted, his thoughts murmured. Deciding to act clueless he yawned and stretched his arms out, acting innocent.
"What is it, Mud Rat?" He asked barely conscious, unaware of the pissed girl sitting next to him. "A bug scare you or something, luv?" Rouge growled at the insult and brought her fist down on his shoulder causing him to yelp out.
"Oh I saw a bug alright, a nasty little pest," Her eyes were glowing slightly in the sunlight streaming through the cracked door, "And I'm about to squish it for having its nasty arms around me!" She lunged at the Australian causing him to roll backwards and her falling forward headfirst. Keir quickly fell over the top of her grounded form, causing a scene that would have made Remy's fatherly instincts scream murder.
Keir was straddling Rouge, his knees on either side of her stomach and his hands planted flat against her stomach, while Rouge's arms laid above her head, her hair sprawled far around her head, a nasty sight indeed.
"Oh I didn't know you liked to play dirty like this Sheila." He whispered, his eyebrows lifted in slight amusement. Rouge would have been red in the face from embarrassment had it not been for the cocky grin on his face, making her blood boil. Deciding against an anger ridden reaction she decided to play along, hoping to scare the wits from the boy. Gripping a hold of the sides of Keir's legs she threw him on his back in a swift motion, taking her perch on top. A smirk that mirrored her fathers on her face, and her eyes twinkling mischievously, yep she'd definitively won this one.
"I didn't know little girls like you could even think as such." She whispered in a low voice, her finger trailing slightly over his jaw, making his skin crawl in delight. Suppressing the violent shudder running up his spine, he grinned and reach up and gripped Rouge's face between his hands tracing patterns over her cheeks with his gloved hands. Okay so maybe she didn't have this one won.
"And I didn't know men could be so dazzling either." They were both still on the cross dressing kick, Rouge having more fun with it than she wanted to admit. In sudden motion he pulled her face down, barely inches from his own. In a sudden moment Rouge froze, his breath on her cheek sending shocks through her body she'd never felt before. Suddenly though as his lips came towards her own she slapped him down, causing a whimper to escape his lips.
"You cocky moron! Do you have a death wish?" She grumbled, pushing herself off of the boy and walking towards the doorway.
"If it meant kissing you just once Sheila, I'd die a thousand times." Keir stated over dramatically his hand over his heart in a lovers gesture. Rouge snorted in annoyance and flipped her hair back, ignoring the stupid antics of the boy propped up on his elbows.
Shoving the Box car door back she was greeted with the sweet sent of warm air, and the sight of racing landscape. Leaning against the door frame she allowed for the soft wind to whip her ratted hair back from her face, its gentle kiss leaving her breathless.
"Hey Dundee, where are we heading? Cause this doesn't look like more swampland." She noted, as she watched the fields of golden of what looked like wheat fly by. Keir, having risen into a standing position waltz over towards her and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Were heading to see an old friend of my mother's that I think can help you." Rouge quirked an eyebrow at the boy; what was he planning. "I think she can replace your memories, she did it for my mother after hers were altered."
Rouge quirked an eyebrow at him, "So your taking me to a shrink?" She asked randomly, causing a loud chuckle to exit from the boys mouth.
"Far from it luv," His green eyes sparkled in the glimmering sunlight catching Rouge's attention, "She's a witch, per say, she's got a real talent for fixing things, and seeing as shes a family friend I know she'll help without question."
"Great, and I thought the shrink was bad, I'm going to end up a toad aren't I?" Rouge murmured before pulling out her Queen of Hearts. She played with it for a time, flipping it through her fingers and running the tips of her nails down the card tracing the patterns. Keir watched fascinated as she twirled the card with expertise hands, she had a real talent for it. Reaching out he plucked the cards from her fingers getting a yelp in return.
"I swear if you don't give it back.." Her threat was short lived though when Keir's voice chimed in, a bright tone apparent in it.
"I'll give it back don't worry, Sheila." Keir looked at the card and smiled, knowing the history behind it full well. Bowing slightly he placed the card back in her hands.
"There you are your majesty." His sarcastic tone was dripping with lithe mirth. Grabbing her hand he placed a kiss on the top before feeling the familiar sting as she back handed him. "Ow I'm guess your majesty didn't like that?"
"No, and one more slip up, and the Queen shall have your head." His chuckled before stuffing his hands in his pockets, praying that Agatha could help the clueless girl before him.
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Rouge couldn't help but stare in disbelief at the large mansion that lay before her. It was an old Victorian styled home, painted a faint white that looked spotless. A long balcony ran across the second floor, the railing built with a deep oak and covered in thick details of wood carvings. Across the railing and many trestles that adorned the house bouts of honeysuckle and ivy streamed across, their green and yellow hue contrasting wildly with the white paint. The architecture was brilliant and Rouge let a low whistle escape from between her lips, she was dazzled.
"Lovely isn't it?" Keir asked off handily, watching the girls expression very closely. She nodded her head in response slowly, refusing to break her gaze from the gorgeous home. "Wait til you see the inside." Rouge's eyes brightened at the prospect.
Taking Rouge's hand he led her down the small pathway towards the large iron gate that stretched across the front of the mansion. With skilled fingers he pried the lock loose and let the old gate swing in. Bowing slightly he motioned for Rouge to go on ahead, she complied silently, her breath stolen by the beauty of the lawn. Instead of flower beds as to what most mansions had, this one had wild lilies and night gazers scattered freely across the land, creating a beautiful portrait of vivid oranges and pinks to soft blues and yellows, that were heavily accented by dark purples; Each bristling in the wind, as if to their own silent rhythm.
Keir offered his arm out towards the girl, who in her zoned state took it with little to no defiance. He led her up the stone pathways, and across the old wooden bridge. Rouge watched in awe as the water beneath the bridge began to jump, showing the large and colorful bodies of undeniable fish. As they cleared the finally distance towards the mansion, Rouge got an eery sense they were being watched and nearly jumped out of her skin when a large black panther dropped in front of them.
Though suddenly she felt no threat and stepped back as it made its way towards Keir. In a swift motion it began wrapping its body around Keir's legs and purred. Rouge's jaw fell slightly, concluding that she had truly lost her mind. Keir arm slipped from Rouge's grasp, and reach down and began to run his fingers over the felines smooth flawless coat. It licked Keir's hand before jumping at him and shifting into a small sized house cat its green eyes shimmering as it took in Rouge's appearance.
"Her name's Ebony, she's Agatha's familiar." He said non nonchalantly, as the cat rubbed itself up against him, purring non stop. A soft click sounded at the front door of the mansion swung in slightly. Turning Keir smiled encouragingly at Rouge and sat Ebony down, who promptly whined at losing attention, and wrapped him arm back around Rouge's own.
"No need to worry luv, she welcomes you." Rouge raised an eyebrow at him.
"And how are you so certain of that?" Keir rolled his eyes before pulling on her arm forcing her to take a step forward.
"Trust me you'd know if you weren't welcome." Seeing as that was the best answer she was going to receive, Rouge allowed for Keir to pull her through the slightly ajared door. Once they entered Rouge gasp in amazement. The walls were covered in paintings of places around the world, some so old that it seemed if you so much as breathed they would fade to dust. A dark chandelier hung from the ceiling light up the entrance way in a dark amber light.
Ebony meowed and rushed past Keir and through a doorway. Taking it as signal to follow Keir let his grip slide down from Rouge's arm to her hand. Taking off suddenly he began sprinting through the corridors a startled Rouge trying to keep pace but failing miserably. The cat suddenly slipped over towards the side, down a flight of stairs. Keir came to a stop and grinned through his panting.
"Ebony likes to take the long way around." Keir said sheepishly, the red from his flushed cheeks fading and his breathing evening out.
"Apparently." Rouge commented slowly, not sure entirely sure of what was going on. Walking away Keir began making his descent down the long slightly twisted staircase. Rouge, more leery of the situation waited a moment before following after. Taking the first few steps she watched as the closed ceiling suddenly opened up to a huge room, that was adorned in heavy Victorian furniture. Deep and dark rugs covered the cherry wood of the floors, and a large fire place sat situated in the center of the far wall, dim embers crackling
Though what was most shocking was the woman, who was undeniably aged, that stood in the center of the room, her face set in hard lines. Rouge watched as Keir made his way over towards her and greeted her with a kiss on the hand, which she returned with a slight nod.
"There is no need to be fearful child, I can sense your anxiousness." Rouge jumped startled, slightly fearful of the woman being able to read her actions so well. Finishing her decent down the stairs, she stood awkwardly off towards the side, uncertain of what to say or do. Suddenly she felt a slight pushing at the back of her calves, looking down she saw Ebony forcing her towards the two in the center of the room.
Following the order of the feline, she walked over towards the two and stopped just beside Keir, refusing to create to much space between themselves. Agatha took notice of this, but said nothing in regards to it instead so extended a small welcome.
"Welcome children, I've been expecting you. Come, I have tea prepared." Agatha stated simply and began walking away, her long dress moving silently with her movements. Rouge looked at Keir the look of what-the-hell written across her face, but only got a shrug in return before he walked towards the retreating woman. Great, just peachy, Rouge thought sourly following suit of her companion, first I get attacked by Sinister, end up in New Orleans, meet my so called family, have a power spurt, almost drown, wake up with a random Australians arms around me, and now I following so crazy lady to go drink tea, just wonderful, could it get any more obscene?
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"Agatha please there must be something you can do." Keir attempted to reason but was quickly quieted when the woman raised a finger, signaling for him to stop. Sighing threw his nose he fell back against the plush red chair, his seemingly bright hopes gleaming dimmer. They had been in the presence of the witch for a few hours, when she had insisted upon talking to Keir alone, and leaving Rouge in the other room to bond with the attention deprived familiar.
"Keir, if their was something I could do, I would help," Her finger trailed lightly around the rim of her tea cup, her eyes focused fully on the steaming liquid, "But I can not I'm sorry."
"But Agatha, I know the memories are there, I just can't get to them without help." Agatha's attention averted towards the boy, his eyes were pleading for her help, but she knew full well what the consequences would be for the girl.
"Keir, she must unlock them on her own," Agatha blew the steam away from her tea before taking a tiny sip, "and when she does she will need protection, if I attempt at touching her memories I will only break the barrier quicker."
Keir looked up in confusion at the woman, "What do you mean." Agatha sighed, sitting down the fragile china, she wiped the the last remnants of tea from her lips before standing.
"Keir you must watch after her, at least until this time of tension is has passed," Agatha's thin body moved gracefully as she dug through the shelves of the library looking for an old trinket, "if you don't the consequence could prove both fatal to herself and those around her." With wiry finger's the elderly woman withdrew a box and blew the dust from it.
"In this box lies a charm, something from a time long ago." Keir looked up in shock and confusion as the woman wrapped his hands around the box, "You must make sure the girl wears it at all times, it will be the only thing that can help protect her, and it is only in a small way. This is the only help I can offer you."
Keir glanced down at the wooden box, ancient and beaten. Resisting the temptation to peer into the box he looked back towards the tall woman above him.
"Protect her from what?" Keir's voice was beginning to rise in rage, his body tightening and ready to act on the thought that someone would want to harm her. Agatha sighed as her face darkened, she knew this time would come, she had seen it in Eclaire as a little girl, the darker of the two pieces.
"Herself."
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"Farewell child, may faith follow you." Agatha kissed her finger tips before pressing them to Rouge's hair. Keir mumbled something incoherent, and began trotting away, his mood suddenly darker. "May the blessings of all being's be with you." She mumbled silently as the pair made their way down the stoned path. A low meow came from behind Agatha, signaling the presence of her only rival in age.
"Ebony I fear this will not be the last time we see that child." The cat scowed in reply, it's tail sticking strait up as it licked its for paw and cleaned its face. "And that when that encounter's comes we shall not be standing on the same battle line." Agatha's old eyes misted over in thought, and as sudden as a wind can appear she as well as Ebony were gone only leaving a dark purple rose in her wake.
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"Stupid old crone." Keir mumbled getting a questionable, but none the less amused look from Rouge.
"Aren't you the one who was just telling me how great she was?" Rouge asked her feet barely making noise as they tapped against the ground. Keir had been acting strangely ever since he and Agatha had emerged from the library. Stopping Keir withdrew a dark jewelery box, engraved with moon stones and symbols. He handed it to Rouge, who only looked at it in wonder, curious as to the age of the artifact.
"Keir what in the-"
"Open it."
"But I can't it's not-"
"Rouge just open it." Hearing the seriousness in his voice Rouge ran her fingers along the sides of the box releasing the locks that held it securely shut. With ease little creaking pop, the lid loosened until suddenly it lifted slightly. Looking at it with curious eyes, Rouge pulled the lid open and gasp at what was inside. A dark black gold choker woven together to resemble vines laid inside, it was engraved with the shapes of lilies each blood red by the stone ruby's.
"Keir, what, how, why.." She couldn't seem to overcome to the beauty of the piece of jewelry. Normally she would have cared less and would have ignored it but this, is seemed to be calling to her, it seemed to fill a missing piece.
"A gift from Agatha, she believed it would look nice on you," Keir lied. Offering his hand out he took the necklace, "Here allow me." Pulling her hair up she felt the cool metal touch against her throat and tighten securely. In a moment everything that had seemed so dull before seemed lighter, and all those mixed emotions vanished.
"What is this?" Rouge asked, knowing full well now that it wasn't just a nice piece of jewelry. Keir sighed he should have known she'd be smarter then that, but once again he'd under estimated her.
"A charm to clear the mind," Keir told her, his eyes looking over the piece, "she said it would help break the barriers that have been set." Rouge looked at him, something was off, really off he hadn't called her sheila or luv or any of those weird pet names and in all honestly she liked them better than the dull and darkness he was being then. Catching her gazing at him, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind and grabbed her hand.
"Well sheila, looks like our next stop is going to be interesting." Rouge inwardly sighed in relief, his normal tone had returned but a gnawing feeling was still at the back of her mind.
"Where are we going Dundee?" She ventured, his grin only grew wider.
"Oh just a place with o bunch o old friends." Great, Rouge thought, I guess it can get worse.
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"This is where you live?" Rouge asked, trying not to sound rude, but failing miserably. Before her stood a two story home, that looked like it had been taken out back and beaten a couple dozen times.
"Yes it is, promise it looks better on the inside though." With ease the pair slid from the truck the man nodding at the two. On their way towards Bayville he'd seen the two teenagers hauling the load of scrap metal, and being in a decent mood offered them a ride. Currently they were both in the back maneuvering the bike out. He sighed, who knew how bad those two were gonna get it for destroying such a beautiful bike.
"Thank you." The man jumped, startled from the sudden voice. The girl stood by the window, her oddly colored hair whipping in the wind and sunglasses perched on her nose. It's midnight he thought dumbly, why would she be wearing those?
"Yea, yea you two better get on home before you get in trouble." The man chided, the girl once again thanked the man before moving away from path and allowing for him to pull away.
"Well let's get this over to the house before we get run over, sheila," Keir's voice piped. Lifting one side, and Keir on the other the two managed to carry the piece of metal over towards the front of the building. Laying it down on the ground, Keir made his way up the stairs.
"Looks like everyone's out, so we're here on our own." Popping the lock on the door Keir opened it and walked inside, Rouge following behind. Stepping inside she shut the door behind her, a sudden smell in the air. Ignoring it Rouge began to make her way after Keir when suddenly her foot caught on something and she tumbled forward. Looking down she saw what looked like a large piece of fabric. Lifting it up she burst out into laughter.
"Holy crow! These things are like the size of a full sized Sudan!" Rouge held up the boxer shorts, that were decorated with red hearts that where on a white background. "Awfully colorful too." Keir only looked at her in disgust, realizing she was touching blobs dirty boxer shorts. With a sudden smack he knocked them from her hands before pulling her up and pointing frantically towards the kitchen.
"Go was your hands now! You don't know what kind of gunk is growing on those." Rouge seeing the flaw in his thinking laughed, she had gloves on. Reaching out she swiped one hand across his shirt and the other across his face. He jumped back in disgust and began gagging before racing off towards the kitchen. Rouge was laughing manically at the Aussie, she'd never in her entire life had met someone that scared of boxer shorts.
"What a loser." She chuckled, before rubbing said invisible substance against her jeans. Taking the opportunity of being alone she began making her way around the house exploring the various rooms. Keir had been right it did look much nicer on the inside. Walking through the living room she glanced up towards the ceiling and did a double take, was that pizza? Grabbing a marble she charged it and tossed it. Exploding, the unknown substance fell on the couch, yep that was pizza.
"Uh hem I hope I'm not interrupting anything luv." Keir stood in the doorway an annoyed and bemused look on plastered on his features. "Here, there's a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that are mine, and these are some of my mom's old clothes, you can wear them until we can wash your other ones, or just wear nothing." He smirked, his tone suddenly dropping towards the end. Rouge yanked the clothes from him, a look of utter annoyance on her face.
"No I'll take the clothes thank you." Stuffing then under her arm she looked towards the Australian, who was looking towards the ground, a blush growing on his features. "What now?"
"Eh well hehe errr what are you going to do about, you know uhmmm," He scratched the back of his neck before muttering the next part so fast rouge barely caught it, "underwear." It was Rouge's turn to smirk, toying with him had quickly become her favorite game.
"What did you say? I didn't catch that last part?" His cheeks grew even more red. Through clenched teeth he attempted at whispering the message again.
"I said what are you going to do about, underwear." He once again whispered it low, barely audible. Taking the chance for all it's worth Rouge cocked her head towards the side, showing she still didn't catch it.
"Under wear! you know the things you wear beneath your clothes?" He face was blaring red, and it made Rouge giggle.
"Oh those, I've got it covered." His face fell when he came to understand that she had heard him the first time. "Hey why are you glaring at me? You were the one who was mumbling."
"You understood it the first time," He pouted, "My Sheila's being mean to me." Rouge rolled her eyes before shoving past him.
"I'm not your sheila or whatever it is you call me for the last time." She retorted. He quickly followed behind her, a sudden thought pulling at his mind.
"Luv, you can sleep in my bed." Rouge stopped and looked at him, understanding how his words had come across he quick reprehended, "I mean you can have my room, I'll take the couch." Her tense form loosened as her hand went up and waved the offer off.
"Nah it's fine, I like the couch better anyways." Keir sighed once again having to force his offer upon the girl.
"No you can have my room, you the guest after all." Rouge turned at looked at him, her nose slightly scrunched up at the end.
"No I'll take the couch. I'd rather not contract any parasite in that bed of yours anyway." Rouge began making her way up the creaking stairs.
"Hey! There's no parasites, just Doritos crumbs." Keir shot back defensively.
"Oh great, cause you know I just love a midnight snack." Rouge threw her hands up dramatically trying to drive the point home.
"See! Now you can enjoy yourself in my room, I'll even dig out the month old milk from under my bed." Keir chanted in delight.
"Oh nothing better than to wash smushed Dorito crumbs down with moldy milk." Rouge replied sarcastically, spinning her wrist around.
"Ah ha! I'm not the only one who enjoys that combination." Keir claimed in victory.
"Ah so that explains your nasty breath." Rouge responded calmly reaching the top of the stairs. Keir blew into his hand and sniffed.
"Hey! It smells like cinnamon, not mold you meany head..." Rouge turned and looked at him her brows lifted.
"Did you seriously just call me 'meany head'?" Keir grinned before wrapping his arms across his torso, a wonder retort playing at the edges of his mind, knowing that it would irk the girl.
"Yes indeed I did I figured it would be a nicer response than pain in the ass." At this Rouge laughed and turned on her heal, walking mindlessly down the hall.
"Now your speaking my language Dundee" Keir stopped in shock, he'd just called the girl something that would have set off any normal female on a rampage, but there she was waltzing down the hallway. "Hey, Keir if you don't mind can I grab a shower? Seeing as I smell like week old cheese."
"Of course, bathrooms to your left." Keir pointed to the slightly ajared door, once she nodded her head in understanding he made his way towards his bedroom to retrieve a blanket, a pillow, and of course his stuffed koala bear that he wasn't about to let Rouge see. Even as children she had picked on him about it, and still having it twelve years later would only make it that much worse.
Stooping down underneath his bed, he begin sifting through objects looking for said stuff animal. Suddenly something crawled onto his hand and he shrieked out, mirroring the scream of an eleven year old girl. Pulling himself up he began dancing around and screaming trying to be rid himself of the eight legged Cretan crawling up his arm. He did this for a few moments before Rouge burst into the room, a handful of marbles charged in her hand.
She stopped though when she saw Keir standing on his bed his finger pointing accusingly at a spider, a tiny spider. The charge instantly depleted and she walked over and picked up the little insect.
"Were you seriously freaking out about a spider?" She asked her voice monotone already knowing the answer to her question. Keir nodded his head frantically and motion for Rouge to get rid of it. "Nah I don't want to hurt the little guy." Rouge stated calmly shoving her hand out towards Keir, who promptly squealed like a girl again before falling onto his bed, knees curled up to his chest. She looked at the boy and debated between torturing him further or not, the decision was made quickly as she set the spider down on the bed next to Keir.
"Night." She called non nonchalantly, knowing that above his screams and the sound of flying objects he wouldn't hear it. Opening the door to the bathroom once again she closed it behind her and locked it. Pushing the shower curtain back she stopped and couldn't help but stare, the soap was coated in what looked like slime. She sniffed her hair, then looked back towards the slimed soap. Groaning in annoyance she closed the curtain and began rummaging beneath the sink what she pulled out made her cock her head towards the side in confusion, was there seriously habanero sauce in the bathroom?
Shaking her head she threw it towards the side and continued rummaging she came across several strange objects which consisted of a string bikini, a deflated water floaty, whipped cream, underwear with the name 'Lance' written on them, a spatula and a bag full of nail clippings? She quirked her eyebrows no wonder Keir was such a nutcase. Finally she came across what appeared to be travel bag opening it up she found different scented soaps, all very frilly scented, much to her dismay, inside as well as shampoo and conditioner. As she stood though she saw that a label was written across the bottles skimming over them she almost died laughing.
Now she could have understood them belonging to Keir's mother but the fact that they had the name Pietro written across them, she just couldn't quit laughing. The simple thought that the tough speed demon Keir had told her about washed himself in rose scented soap made her giddy. She sat there in the floor for a time before wiping the tears from her eyes and deciding to bathe. Oh boy, she thought chuckling inwardly, got any other surprises in store for me?
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Keir yelped in victory when the shoe collided with the spiders body squishing it. Standing up he jumped from his bed and picked up the shoe, avoiding the dead carcass of the spider. How he hated those damn eight legged freaks. True he wasn't scared of bugs, snakes, bears, but put an eight legged arachnid in front of him and all of his courage was washed down the drain. Stretching his hands above his head, he caught sight of the missing stuffed animal perched on his shelf. Grabbing it he threw it into his dresser drawer, trying to hide it from Rouge. Once he was certain she wouldn't find it he grabbed his blanket and pillow and began mozzing on done towards the living room.
He didn't even want to think what the morning would bring, a combination of love, annoyance, anger, confusion, and of course his favorite scolding. He snorted if his mother would just relax a tinny tiny bit his life would have been so much more pleasant. Due to his mothers sudden rash decision was part of the reason he was stuffing Rouge in his room, knowing full well that if his mother walked in and saw her lying on the couch she would loose her ever loving mind.
Lost in thought Keir jumped when a sudden shriek came from the bathroom. Whoops, he thought sheepishly knowing how pissed Rouge was going to be with him, I guess I forgot to mention that the hot was cold and cold was hot. There was a sudden swishing sound and he gulped quickening his pace, apparently no had taken the time to fix the shower head either. Maybe she wouldn't strangle him in his sleep.
"DUNDEE!"
Okay or maybe she would.
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Rouge sighed in mock relief as she slid into Keir's bed. She'd finally managed to scrub a weeks worth of grime away from her skin, and she felt renewed, even despite the fact it took her a good ten minutes to fix the water temperature and haywire shower head but she'd managed. Sniffing her skin she groaned in disgust, she smelt like pomegranates, the most unfrilly of the frilly soaps.
Though despite the outward feeling of being refreshed her insides where still tossing and turning at break neck speeds. Her thoughts had become a jumbled mesh of emotions that she wasn't exactly keen on sorting out. In that last two weeks her life had gone from typical mutant college student to this, a life of running hiding and having to fight just to avoid capture, whoopty flippin do. Flopping back on the pillow she took notice just how the bed felt compared to what she had slept on in the last few days. Flipping off the lamp she closed her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep but to no avail.
She laid there for a few moments before flopping over onto her stomach, she couldn't help but let her mind wander towards Elle. She didn't know where she was, or even if she was. Groaning Rouge buried her head into the pillow, hoping to somehow smother the constant pull of thoughts. She hadn't been thinking strait when she had up and left the Lebeau household, but what was she to do? Stay and hurt everyone cause she couldn't get her own emotions under control?
Aside from that what was it going to be like when she met up with her parents? The people who had left her and her sister to die in that explosion. Somehow by the way he always avoided the subject of where he was taking her she knew it would be to them. It didn't matter how Keir had tried to reason they would have never done such things, Rouge knew otherwise, she knew that they didn't want either her or her sister. Hell she wouldn't even be going to them if she had a choice, but seeing as her need to find her sister was far greater than her self hatred she could attempt to tolerate them for a time, that was if they'd even help.
Rouge's mind was blurring around the edges the first signs of sleep, she felt her body relax and her mind finally begin to shut down. The last conscious thought could remember though was the faint fragrance of citrus and mangos that came off of the pillow, leaving her dreams to be filled with flashes of orange and green.
Author's Note: Personally I don't know what to think about this chapter I tried for humor but I'm not sure I got it. Eek well if its too bad let me know and I shall redo it! But to know you must review!