Gambit's 'diary'

At first he had planned on writing Rogue vivid images of himself in words. From him coming out of a hot shower with water plastered on his face, muscles glistening in the moonlight, to kinky thoughts he thought of her. But write when he was about to write that down he stopped himself. Was he out of his flipping mind? Rogue would never fall for such an obvious plan. He would bate her in. Mix a little truth with false. Give her a hint of his tiefs days and right when she's hooked then hit her with sentimental crap that ladies like.

Gambit smiled. He had tried to understand the female mind but he found it too confusing. Why did some ladies like short men? Why did some like old men? Why did some just like to make a guy suffer? Why could every woman in the world save for Rogue not resist him? These were questions he still had yet to find an answer for.

Either case one thing all females had in common to a certain degree was for their love of the romance. Romance not necessarily in the sense of the tango or making out but the essence of romance. All girls liked a guy to worship them and show emotion. He would write about how he felt when he first laid eyes on her then from there all the deliciously kinky thoughts could be expressed in writing.

With that in mind he went and bought a rugged leather back pocket sized planner from the local Mal-Mart. Then while he was out he smoked more than usual purposefully exhaling smoke on it to make it smell like him. He even dropped a bit of beer, wine, and coffee on a few of the pages. He soon followed by crinkling the pages or stuffing a pen in between a few pages to give it a pen outline on the paper.

After that he took it home and sprayed it with some cheap colognes. Over the next few days he started writing in it. At fist using pencils then gel pen because it smears easily to give it that aged effect. He also wrote his previous bed partners names and addresses all over the book in various areas. After that he spilled more liquids on it then blow dried it to help with the aging effects. In some cases just ripping pages out if he felt it helped the authenticity of it.

Also he decided to start carrying it around with him or leaving it in his clothes drawers so it would undoubtedly scent of him. As he finished a few more of its recent pages he would write in it in front of Rogue to peak her curiosity. In time she would break into his room and steal it from him or if that took to long he might just 'accidently' leave it somewhere. His plan was full proof and he knew it!

2-3 WEEKS LATER

Rogue had noticed as of late Gambit was writing in something. A little notebook perhaps. He would either scribe a quick note or he would take his time and write. Sometimes looking far off into the distance or eyeing her suspiciously. Honestly, it got Rogue's attention. She just had to see what that little black book contained.

Late that night she had snuck into his room unaware of the fact that he was awake. In the dark she searched and searched unable to find anything when his trench coat came into view. Searching the pockets she found what she came for and snuck off back to her room.

Smiling deviously she opened it up. Depressed when the first things she saw were transactions, phone numbers, and cigarette burns, but eventually she found a full passage and started reading there.

On the side of the page was the name Bianca written sloppily with beer stains and a slightly ruined address that came out to be 2?4?3 Ru? Cast?le. Strangly this made her slightly jkealous but she pushed the idea away and started to read:

I aint know wat day of te week it was nor did I care. I had a beer in one hand, a briefcase full of money in the other, an a stripper on the table in front of me. Most kids my age would be at their senior prom or at least at home wishing that they were. Most of the time when I came to places like tis it was to find someone to take my frustrations out on and the femme in front of me was just asking for a beating.

But I had Bella now. Last year our families met and agreed on betrothing us ta each other ta form an alliance between te tiefs an th assassins. At first I was happy. I really was. But as of late it just became easier to want to stray away from her. She made being loyal so hard. Sure she was easy on te eyes … very easy on te eyes, but she is kind of crazy.

If I'm lucky she'd be out on a mission so I wouldn't have ta be home till morning which was fine by me. No such luck. I awoke around 4:00 in te morning laying besides Bianca. I stood up searching for my clothes, got dressed, and left without a second thought bought Bianca. I'd probably forget her name by tomorrow anyway.

As I turned the corner with a lit cigarette in hand I ran straight inta Bella. Most femmes would be mad; angered that their husband to be was cheating on them. But not Bella. She didn't mind me messing around cause in two weeks 'I'd be hers', I'd 'belong to her', holding on to that belief that we were so 'madly in love' with each other. She thought tat being wit all these femmes would, by te time that we were married serve as comparisons that proved how much better she was than any other girl I had ever slept with.

On the ride home she went on and on about how great New Orleans was. How we should kick my family out they own house, claim it as ours, and do a lil renovating. She talked on and on about our future. How our families would be stronger united. That we'd be te best tief an assassin family till it was time fer our kids ta take over. She even picked out their names out.

I whistled louder to myself to drown out her whining. No wonder people don't like ta get married an I don blame em. Who needs a woman anyway…