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Hate Is An Understatement
Rogue leaned against the banister of the front porch and
looked up into the night sky. She had changed into her cut-off
jeans shorts and baby-tee. She shifted her gaze to her unattended
bruises. She had only applied a cold compress fighting against
the pain that numbed her arms. Sensing movement behind her,
Rogue deduced that it was Gambit, no doubt. She could feel
his graceful strut, she gave a little snort of contempt.
"What d'ya want?" she asked a little exasperated,
wondering if Cajuns ever took hints.
Rogue turned to look at him. Gambit shrugged, saying nothing.
Rogue stared at him for a while with weary eyes, she was so
tired. They stood looking at each other for long moments as
if trying to memorize every expression, every line, every
curve. Remy shoved his gloved hands into his jeans pockets
and walked towards his Harley which was parked right out front.
He stood next to it and motioned for Rogue to go to him. Sighing
deeply, she did as she was told. Remy held his hand out to
"What?" she said, a mite impatiently.
"Go f'r a ride wit' me?"
"Dunno...anywhere I guess."
Too tired to argue, and the idea of going for a nice long
ride suddenly sounding so appealing, Rogue agreed and placed
her hand in his. Soon they sped out into the lone road that
snaked through the woodlands within the Institute grounds.
They rode in silence. Rogue's arms were draped weakly around
Remy's lean waist, as she laid her head onto his warm back,
looking upwards into the dark skies. The stars were so beautiful,
she had the strongest urge to fly up into the heavens, away
from the X-Men, away from Cody, away from the world...Away
from reality. Then it happened, a sense of remorseful dread
tugged at her heart. It was so sudden and before she was even
aware, a single tear slid out of her stinging eyes. It trickled
down her smooth cheek, wetting a path. She sniffed and started
to tremble. Remy must have sensed her grievous plight, she
felt him place his warm hand over hers. Deeply touched by
that small, simple gesture, Rogue gave into her bitterness
and sobbed quietly. Streaks of tears stained her lovely face
as she cried herself to sleep.
Remy stared up into the starlit night from the rooftop, random
thoughts drifting in and out of his troubled mind. Nights
usually reminded him of his home back in New Orleans. In Louisiana,
nights were never boring...Nor lonely for that matter. Jazz
parades, the famous Mardi Gras, the masquerades....the beautiful
streets, the French Quarter, his family...Belle. But he could
never go back...not after what he had done. All that he and
Belle had worked for disintegrated into cinders by one reckless
moment of anger and pure hatred. The memory was fresh on his
mind, it had barely been a year.
"Hi," a soft voice shook him out of his trance.
It was Rogue, dressed in her pajamas. Gambit smiled to himself,
eyeing the oversized pink T-shirt that covered her slim body
up to the knees. He had always assumed that Rogue would wear
something more...Sassy than that, maybe it was just his imagination.
She sat next to him, looking up at the full moon. "What
were ya thinkin' about?" she asked, not looking at him.
Gambit turned to gaze at the girl who had turned from his
enemy to his friend. He did not realize when exactly. It was
just that the friction that had existed between them eased
over the past few days and they welcomed it. Remy chuckled.
"Wha'cha laughin' about?" she frowned and eyed
him suspiciously. She tugged self-consciously at the hem of
her shirt. Maybe she should have worn somethng else...
"Oh nuthin', chere..Just dat we used hate each other
so much dat none of us could ever survive dis time together
here without one of us plummeting down from de rooftop."
Rogue smiled. "Remy...At th' time...Hate couldn't even
"Why?" Gambit looked at her tenderly.
"Why what?" Rogue asked, a little confused.
"Did y' hate me so?" He turned back to look at
Rogue was silent, she could not think of anything to say.
She stared at the lean-muscled boy sitting next to her who
was upon the threshold towards manhood, looking..Searching
for the reasons that once fueled her hatred towards him. It
was rather difficult to concentrate, Gambit was not wearing
any shirt and was only clad in a pair of black Nike shorts.
Tanned skin, muscled and smooth, hair spilling over his red
eyes that gleamed dangerously in the night..A light smile
splayed across his lips.
"Ah don't really know exactly...Well, not anymore, but
the reasons back then; ah was sure of them as hell! Ah guess
Ah was a lil' suspicious."
"You..Duh!! It's just..the way ya move..the way ya sweet-talk."
Gambit looked at her defensively and Rogue quickly added,
"Hey! Don't blame me if ya have moves like the devil
himself!" She laughed.
"Oh chere..You be breakin' my heart! I t'ought you found
that attractive!" Gambit pouted playfully.
"That's just it! Before people could ac'tually have
the chance ta hate ya...Ya turn on that charm of yours and
women fall at'cha feet. Just felt ya were too pleased with
"An' now, chere?"
"Oh Ah still think yer still too pleased with yerself,"
Rogue nodded, laughing.
Gambit sighed. "In other words...Conceited, neh?"
"Hey, you're the one that said it...but Ah don't have
a problem with that anymore."
"Ya sure ask a whole lotta questions, sugar." She
fiddled with the sleeve of her shirt shyly.
"An' y'sure avoid de answers a lot, p'tite."
Rogue looked down, unable to meet his gaze. It was more of
a defense than a question, she asked, "What d'ya want
me to say?"
Gambit opened his mouth to speak, the words rose to his throat
but never made it through his lips. Why did he feel so unsure
of himself around her? Even at a tender age of 19, he had
been with a lot of women and yet Rogue was so different from
anyone that he had ever met. She evoked feelings in him he
thought never existed, the need to make her smile, to comfort
her if she should ever shed a tear. Could it be love? Remy
shuddered momentarily...He had been with so many women that
he could not even tell if it was for sure. Maybe it was just
lust...Rogue was a challenge, a delicate situation that could
not be rushed.
Though she had complete control over her absorbing powers,
she was saintly innocent, naive and ignorant of the hold she
had on men. Remy had seen how hungry eyes clung to her full,
young figure. She did not even notice she was radiating sexuality
like what she was doing now. She fidgeted with the collar
of her soft pajamas nervously awaiting a reply from him not
realizing that Remy was looking at her apprehensively. She
had tied her unruly hair into a ponytail and the stubborn
tendrils that refused to be confined caressed her cheeks.
Her lips pouted naturally, her deep emerald eyes downcast,
sooty lashes shading them.
Remy felt his body reacting. He could not help it, he just
had to touch her. Reaching out, he ran his knuckles gently
over her smooth cheek, relishing the way her cool silky skin
felt under his warm one. She started slightly at his touch,
totally unsuspecting a move like that. He inched closer to
her until he could breathe in her fresh scent. She could catch
a whiff of his fragrant, musky one, a blend of cologne and
tobacco. He cupped her chin with his thumb and forefinger,
turning her head to face him. She saw desire igniting his
bright eyes, it frightened her a little...Her face flushed
immediately. His warm lips brushed against hers in a light
kiss; she pulled away slightly, but didn't protest. He bent
his head for the liberties of a longer one. His lips descended
upon hers again and she could feel his tongue smoothing over
them, urging them to part. She opened her mouth to him and
his tongue slid in, erotically stroking hers. Meekly, Rogue
responded and Remy's flesh burnt. She began to shake, but
his hand held her slim waist and pulled her closer, steadying
She's so beautiful, he thought to himself, relishing
Rogue found herself getting bolder and her hands slid up...She
thought she heard voices...She broke the kiss immediately,
realisation setting in. She slipped away hastily, her instincts
right, just as Scott and Jean approach the very bannister
she was on. The intruding couple were unaware of the electricity
that had just ran through the two Southerners.
Watching Rogue run lightly up the stairs, away from him,
Remy ran a hand through his hair and let out a silent curse.
"I don' like dis one bit," Gambit slipped a cigarette
out of his trenchcoat, searching for a lighter.
"Nobody asked for your opinion!" Iceman snapped.
Remy lit his cigarette with Logan's lighter and took a long
drag, staring Bobby into a corner. He had always managed to
do that with his queer eyes. And yet, they worked at his will,
becoming attractive if he wanted them to. Rogue smiled, suppressing
a chuckle as she watched Robert "Iceman" Drake shift
uncomfortably within his seat. The X-Men had gathered in the
War Room after Professor Xavier had summoned them.
It was ridiculously early, close to dawn before, and Remy
had a problem waking up. But there proved to be a cure for
his mysterious ailment when Rogue had dropped by his room
and started singing '100 Bottles Of Beer on the Wall' at the
top of her lungs. By 99, he couldn't take it anymore and threw
his pillow at her screaming for her to stop. He smiled over
the remembrance. Her singing voice wasn't as attractive as
the rest of her.
"Whatcha smilin' about swamp rat?" Rogue inquired,
whispering to him as the others discussed about issues way
out of their interest.
"Nuthin' chere...anywayz..I don' see why you and I gotta
go f'r dis mission...we be kids..I mean we got immoral, sinful
stuff t'do!" he joked, winking.
Rogue crinkled her nose in mock disgust."Ugh! As if!!!
Dream on....dream awaaaayyy..." she continued, imitating
Remy cupped his ears and begged playfully, "Please chere..none
o' dat!! Had enough already just now!!"
"Hmph!" Rogue tossed her hair vainly and nudged
him in the ribs at his insulting comment. All the X-Men were
exceptionally glad that the two teens of the household had
become close but none made any comment about the friendship
at the time. Too engrossed were they in the latest mission.
"Alright you two... knock it off!" Scott chided
"Sorry dad!" they replied in unison. The X-Men
snickered, even the Professor who sat at the head of the table,
smiled...his lips quivering threatening to erupt into a hearty
laugh. Scott glared at his comrades harshly.
After they had sobered a little, the Professor proceeded
with the briefing, "Gambit, I understand that you might
be under a lot of pressure about where this mission is heading,
but your participation in this one will benefit the team greatly,
with your skills and your knowledge of the streets of New
Remy puffed, unleashing a twisted chain of smoke into the
air as the others waited for his reply. He shook his head
ruefully..almost sadly, "Cain't believe I be doin' dis."
Rogue smiled tenderly while the others sighed with relief.
Gambit's past had been a tough one and by going back to New
Orleans, it would be catching up to him very soon.
What went down in New Orleans? A team of scientists had recovered
an ancient Shi'ar spacecraft within the muddy depths of the
Louisiana bayous. It was a rather small spacecraft, probably
for solo transportation and it was wrecked hundreds of years
ago. But it was enough evidence to uncover a truth, that could
lead to further conspiracies and greedy ambitions, about an
alien life form that happened to be one of the greatest allies
of the X-Men.
"Ok..so we're supposed to destroy evidence without anybody
knowing... what's the big deal then? Why send out the whole
team?" Bobby stroked his jaw absent-mindedly.
"We have close enough relations with the Shi'ar empire
as well as their advanced technology. Every Shi'ar spacecraft
boasts of great energy sources for warp speed. I fear that
this one is no exception...there is bound to be some sort
of a powerful battery; engine fuel if you will," Professor
Xavier explained slowly, his eyes rather distant. "It
cannot fall into the wrong hands and therefore, for assurance
that we do not fail, I have called upon every X-man."
"The location's hard to miss...guarded by the military...there
is a possibility of the Secret Service hanging around too,
but we're not too sure. Still, we have to be prepared all
the same," Scott began punching the keys of the main
supercomputer. The screen flickered for a moment and then
the scene of the dig came into vision. Remy sucked in his
'Merde..it be so close t'de French Quarters.'
"There it is...The Blackbird'll be on stealth mode so
we should...." Cyclops' words fell on deaf ears as Remy
watched the screen intently, unwanted memories unlocking itself
out of the prisons of his subconscious mind.
Tres impossible...can't be doin' dis. But I'm an X-Man
now, can't be runnin' away like I always used to. It's a simple
mission no? Get in, destroy, get out....without bein' seen
o'course. Shit! Doubt tha'll ever happen...the bayou...it
be havin' eyes.
Continued in Chapter
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