Remy had been ostracized from the X-men after he does something
terrible, he is living with the pain of his past and is now being
forced to go back and relive it.
*Its Remy, he's naked, and he meets a hot chick.what's not to love?
~The Morning After "Remy."
Remy awoke at dawn, waken by the rising sun. He shook out his messy brown hair and rubbed his tired eyes. Glancing at the other half of the bed he stood and went into the bathroom. There was a copper haired woman in his bed, her face masked by a fan of long thick locks. Her body lay stretched out under the white sheets, accentuating the curves of her obviously nude figure. Remy stared into the mirror; his brown hair was sticking up all over his head, and light stubble decorated chiseled features, He wondered who she was. Sighing to himself, Remy scratched his head and stepped into the shower. It wasn't uncommon for his to pick up beautiful women when he was drunk, the problem was remembering who they were. Icy water shot out of the showerhead, making Remy tremble slightly. His hangover was slowly dissolving. Last night.what had happened last night? All Remy could remember was a fight, and of course being called a dirty mutant. Burns ran across his wrists, it was best not to use his powers when he was drunk, results could be painful. Remy shut off the spicket and stepped down out of the shower. He wrapped himself in a too small towel, and sopping wet, and stared at the breathtaking figure on the beneath his sheets. Last night.
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"Remy! Can I top ye'h off?" Adrienne yelled from the bar. It was crowded at Claude's, cigar smoke filled the spacious bar, a local treasure in the heart of New Orleans. "Oui! But only if it' on de'house, though' I am losin' you bus' ness" Remy laughed at his comment, downing another shot of Bourbon. "So boyz, do you want to eh' call it'a quits, o'a let Monsieur LeBeau clean tu out?" Remy's cocky attitude often got him in trouble, especially with Regular Humans, but tonight he had no doubts, no fear, and about a pint of cognac in his system. "eh, calm down monsieur, ye'h a've not won juss yet." Franck, the only other player worth mentioning, was getting annoyed with Gambit's attitude, he really hated losing. "Then sho' ye'h cards!" Remy yelled, he didn't mean to be so loud, but a very attractive women whispered in his ear (something I will not repeat here.)
"Full-House." Franck laid out his cards, praying to his god he would not look like a chump in front of the mutant. "Au secours, you had me'h scared there, but dis Cajun neva loses. Four Aces, monsieur, and I believe that means I win" Remy reached out to collect the cash, smiling smugly to himself. "NoN! Zut! You cheat! Yu'h filthy mutant!" Franck turned over the table, beer bottles smashed on the floor. "Monsieur, you is makin' Remy mad, an' I do not think that is veh'y smart. You take back what ye'h said, an' we can leave in peace." Remy's hands glowed red, ready for battle. "Filthy mutant." Franck shrugged violently and stalked out the door, the bar went back to their business and Remy apologized for the mess.
"Je regrette mademoiselle, Remy is not up to eh' tonight." Remy downed another shot and walked out the door.
He decided to take the back way to get back to his loft. Remy was pissed, sick of being put down for being a mutant, as far as he could tell mutants were better off then normies, he was being punished for being lucky! Here in the deep city of New Orleans it was not so uncommon for a mutants to be, one of the reasons he felt safe here (aside from it being his home.) Remy screamed aloud, dying for a release of his frustrations.
"I thought I e'rd a mutant, and look boyz! S' juss de one we vere lookin' fo!" Remy spun around to the sound of Franck's voice, and shuddered slightly noticing he wasn't alone. At least 4 other thick-necked goons stood behind him. "a've come to teach ye'h a lesson, bout' cheatin' mutant. Les party!" Franck stepped back and the first goon lunged at him, Remy reached for his deck but found them missing "Lookin' for these 'cajun?" Franck held up the cards and laughed, his blonde ponytail swishing behind him. Remy kicked goon-1 hard under his chin, sending his head snapping backwards, he reached for a garbage can lid and charge threw it at goon-2. Goon-2 dodged it sending the fiery lid straight into Goon-3. "oomph" Goon-3 moaned in pain and writhled to the dirty gravel. Goon-4 grabbed a chain and tyed it around Remy's neck, pulling fiercly at Remy's brown locks.
"Fucking mutant scum!" Goon two kicked Remy mercilessly as his arms were pinioned behind him. There was a loud crack, and smoke rose in front of Goon-2's face. "FRANCK! What the fuck?." He yelled, Goon-4 (still choking Remy) pulled Remy aside. "fire? eh' burn it! Burn it!" Goon-4 yelled yanking Remy back towards the smoke. "Burn this!" a husky voice yelled. A stunning woman with flaming red hair seemingly appeared from the smoke, she reached out and clasped her hands onto Goon-2's face. Goon-2 screamed in pain"it burns!" Goon-4 dropped Remy and ran off, Remy attempted to regain composure after being almost choked to death. The smoke woman released her hands from the goon's face, her hair growing increasingly redder. Two large severe burns lay then where her hands were clasped on the man's face. She turned to face a fallen Remy, reaching out to grab his hand, he reluctantly obliged, but felt no pain at her touch. Suddenly Goon-3 awoke from his trash-lid enduced haze and pounced on the fiery beauty, pulled her down beneath him. Remy turned to help but was struck full-force by Franck. Franck shot a sharp roundhouse at Remy's head, inducing the pain from before. However, Remy quickly fired back with several blows and reached up to yank the pony tail from Franck's head. Franck screamed in pain, hair follicles ripped from their roots, he charged at Remy receiving one kick to many, and collapsed in a heap on the street. The mystery woman wrestled with Goon-3, he had pinned her arms down so she could not burn him. Remy reached for his deck and charged up 3 cards, he shot them at the goon, who also collapsed in a pile with Franck. Now it was Remy's turn to be gentleman, he reached out a gloved hand to the woman and helped her stand.
"Obrigado, e'h sorry I suppose I meant merci, you are French no?" The woman asked, her husky voice growing a little lighter in disposition, when she stood she was nearly the same height as Monsieur LeBeau. "oui, but s'okay, heh, anythin' soun's right comin' from a beautiful woman." Remy coolly replied, he was a gentleman with eyes that let you knew he was a bit naughty. The woman blushed red, her hair however changed to a copper tone, he had noticed also.
"Now, mademoiselle, mah'bee you'd like to sh'are ye'h name?"
"My name is Pyralis (Pie-rah-lee), thank you for your help back there." "Remy LeBeau, but e'h you c'an call me'h Gambit. Et non mademoiselle, thank you, I would'ave a'hd it if it weren't for you." Remy reached down and kissed the equisite creature's hand, half afraid of getting his lips burned off none the less. Retracting her slim white hand, and blushing a deeper red, Pyralis cleared her throat.
"Well Monsieur LeBeau, I didn't exactly leave unscathed" she said, motioning to a large slash on her leg, "offer me somewhere to stay and I could clean up, then I assure you I will be in a much better mood." Remy was taken aback by her bluntness, but grinned nevertheless.
"Oui mon chere, I will take ye'h somewhere safe." Remy grabbed her arm lightly and steered her out of the nearly empty alley.
"So, ye'h a mutant non? Tu go mor'a then what I saw back the'r?"
"well, I can turn into smoke, very use-full in crowded places where you need information, I use it to get in undetected, also gives me an edge against opponents, when I am angry I go into a haze, my hair changes color and I can burn anything I touch, but that is only when I am angry. I pride my self on being a skilled fighter and try not to get angry over menial things, it is then when I become dangerous to things I love." Remy looked in awe and described his powers, his origins and why he was in New Orleans. Pyralis mostly listened but laughed a few times, and edged slowly closer to Remy as they spoke
"Forgive me chere, Remy did not realize it wa'hs so cold." Remy swung his large overcoat over Pyralis's broad shoulders. "Dis be chez Remy, haha, we can stay 'ere tonight eh?" Remy led her inside the hall, the warehouse elevator taking them to the loft on the top floor. Remy's apartment was dark, he turned the lights on as they walked inside. Pyralis sat down on the couch in the spacious living room, a Euro-chic-bachelor pad, was the feel of the high-ceilinged home. Remy returned with bandages, and Pyralis sat on the couch. She wore only a black legless leotard, a simple orange belt with a flame design on the buckle and slim chain hanging off it, and black motorcycle boots. Her hair was in a high pontail with escaping face framing pieces that she attempted to pulled back with a black raparound stretch headband. She had mocha eyes with pale skin, and now stunning copper Hair. There was a single beauty mark on her face with latin features that contrasted highly to her fair skin. She was gorgeous and Remy could not keep his eyes off her long athletic arms, and taught tummy. What she lacked in the breast department (a mere small B, however even more appealing to Remy's tastes) she more then made up for with her long shapely legs. Remy sat beside her and grabbed the wounded leg, rubbing a stinging solution over the wound on her thigh he lightly blew it dry. Ever so often looking up into her eyes, which were closed with pain and delight. He then grabbed a turnic and wrapped it tightly around the gash, securing it with a metal fastener. Remy's hands lingered on Pyralis' leg, as he questionably looked up at her. She was far ahead of him and pinned him down on the couch, ignoring the pain of her leg, and planted a delicate kiss on his pale lips, leaving Remy only craving more.
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"Pyralis." he whispered, smiling at the images running through his head. She had stirred, her long arms stretching out across the sheets and the blanket edging down further along her bare back. She opened her eyes and looked at Remy, obviously confused for a moment, and then she smiled "Remy." she whispered as he hopped into bed next to her, placing her head on his chest. "e'h How come ma'h name soundz so much betta comin' from ya'h mouth?"
*my first X-men fic, though I also do Tekken fic, and if you look at
those you know I add new chapters like every day, lol, hopefully if I get
enough positive feedback there will be a chapter two, I have an idea of
what may happen.
NEWS & NOTES
-okay, don't ask me about Rogue because you will know in do time, however, Pyralis is NOT HER in like another life so don't give me that bull
-yea I know I said a B-cup is small, which it isn't but compared to comic book girls who are fucking triple E's I think I am allowed to call a B small in this story. -its pie-rah-lee as in Pie like apple pie, rah like cheerleaders at a football game and lee.well if you don't know how to say lee you're a dumbass.
-okay so review this and maybe I'll make more -WARNING I do not take criticism very well and flamers will be fucking slaughtered, ha.
-READ MY OTHER FICS!!!
oh yea and I'm not crazy. (
terrible, he is living with the pain of his past and is now being
forced to go back and relive it.
*Its Remy, he's naked, and he meets a hot chick.what's not to love?
~The Morning After "Remy."
Remy awoke at dawn, waken by the rising sun. He shook out his messy brown hair and rubbed his tired eyes. Glancing at the other half of the bed he stood and went into the bathroom. There was a copper haired woman in his bed, her face masked by a fan of long thick locks. Her body lay stretched out under the white sheets, accentuating the curves of her obviously nude figure. Remy stared into the mirror; his brown hair was sticking up all over his head, and light stubble decorated chiseled features, He wondered who she was. Sighing to himself, Remy scratched his head and stepped into the shower. It wasn't uncommon for his to pick up beautiful women when he was drunk, the problem was remembering who they were. Icy water shot out of the showerhead, making Remy tremble slightly. His hangover was slowly dissolving. Last night.what had happened last night? All Remy could remember was a fight, and of course being called a dirty mutant. Burns ran across his wrists, it was best not to use his powers when he was drunk, results could be painful. Remy shut off the spicket and stepped down out of the shower. He wrapped himself in a too small towel, and sopping wet, and stared at the breathtaking figure on the beneath his sheets. Last night.
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"Remy! Can I top ye'h off?" Adrienne yelled from the bar. It was crowded at Claude's, cigar smoke filled the spacious bar, a local treasure in the heart of New Orleans. "Oui! But only if it' on de'house, though' I am losin' you bus' ness" Remy laughed at his comment, downing another shot of Bourbon. "So boyz, do you want to eh' call it'a quits, o'a let Monsieur LeBeau clean tu out?" Remy's cocky attitude often got him in trouble, especially with Regular Humans, but tonight he had no doubts, no fear, and about a pint of cognac in his system. "eh, calm down monsieur, ye'h a've not won juss yet." Franck, the only other player worth mentioning, was getting annoyed with Gambit's attitude, he really hated losing. "Then sho' ye'h cards!" Remy yelled, he didn't mean to be so loud, but a very attractive women whispered in his ear (something I will not repeat here.)
"Full-House." Franck laid out his cards, praying to his god he would not look like a chump in front of the mutant. "Au secours, you had me'h scared there, but dis Cajun neva loses. Four Aces, monsieur, and I believe that means I win" Remy reached out to collect the cash, smiling smugly to himself. "NoN! Zut! You cheat! Yu'h filthy mutant!" Franck turned over the table, beer bottles smashed on the floor. "Monsieur, you is makin' Remy mad, an' I do not think that is veh'y smart. You take back what ye'h said, an' we can leave in peace." Remy's hands glowed red, ready for battle. "Filthy mutant." Franck shrugged violently and stalked out the door, the bar went back to their business and Remy apologized for the mess.
"Je regrette mademoiselle, Remy is not up to eh' tonight." Remy downed another shot and walked out the door.
He decided to take the back way to get back to his loft. Remy was pissed, sick of being put down for being a mutant, as far as he could tell mutants were better off then normies, he was being punished for being lucky! Here in the deep city of New Orleans it was not so uncommon for a mutants to be, one of the reasons he felt safe here (aside from it being his home.) Remy screamed aloud, dying for a release of his frustrations.
"I thought I e'rd a mutant, and look boyz! S' juss de one we vere lookin' fo!" Remy spun around to the sound of Franck's voice, and shuddered slightly noticing he wasn't alone. At least 4 other thick-necked goons stood behind him. "a've come to teach ye'h a lesson, bout' cheatin' mutant. Les party!" Franck stepped back and the first goon lunged at him, Remy reached for his deck but found them missing "Lookin' for these 'cajun?" Franck held up the cards and laughed, his blonde ponytail swishing behind him. Remy kicked goon-1 hard under his chin, sending his head snapping backwards, he reached for a garbage can lid and charge threw it at goon-2. Goon-2 dodged it sending the fiery lid straight into Goon-3. "oomph" Goon-3 moaned in pain and writhled to the dirty gravel. Goon-4 grabbed a chain and tyed it around Remy's neck, pulling fiercly at Remy's brown locks.
"Fucking mutant scum!" Goon two kicked Remy mercilessly as his arms were pinioned behind him. There was a loud crack, and smoke rose in front of Goon-2's face. "FRANCK! What the fuck?." He yelled, Goon-4 (still choking Remy) pulled Remy aside. "fire? eh' burn it! Burn it!" Goon-4 yelled yanking Remy back towards the smoke. "Burn this!" a husky voice yelled. A stunning woman with flaming red hair seemingly appeared from the smoke, she reached out and clasped her hands onto Goon-2's face. Goon-2 screamed in pain"it burns!" Goon-4 dropped Remy and ran off, Remy attempted to regain composure after being almost choked to death. The smoke woman released her hands from the goon's face, her hair growing increasingly redder. Two large severe burns lay then where her hands were clasped on the man's face. She turned to face a fallen Remy, reaching out to grab his hand, he reluctantly obliged, but felt no pain at her touch. Suddenly Goon-3 awoke from his trash-lid enduced haze and pounced on the fiery beauty, pulled her down beneath him. Remy turned to help but was struck full-force by Franck. Franck shot a sharp roundhouse at Remy's head, inducing the pain from before. However, Remy quickly fired back with several blows and reached up to yank the pony tail from Franck's head. Franck screamed in pain, hair follicles ripped from their roots, he charged at Remy receiving one kick to many, and collapsed in a heap on the street. The mystery woman wrestled with Goon-3, he had pinned her arms down so she could not burn him. Remy reached for his deck and charged up 3 cards, he shot them at the goon, who also collapsed in a pile with Franck. Now it was Remy's turn to be gentleman, he reached out a gloved hand to the woman and helped her stand.
"Obrigado, e'h sorry I suppose I meant merci, you are French no?" The woman asked, her husky voice growing a little lighter in disposition, when she stood she was nearly the same height as Monsieur LeBeau. "oui, but s'okay, heh, anythin' soun's right comin' from a beautiful woman." Remy coolly replied, he was a gentleman with eyes that let you knew he was a bit naughty. The woman blushed red, her hair however changed to a copper tone, he had noticed also.
"Now, mademoiselle, mah'bee you'd like to sh'are ye'h name?"
"My name is Pyralis (Pie-rah-lee), thank you for your help back there." "Remy LeBeau, but e'h you c'an call me'h Gambit. Et non mademoiselle, thank you, I would'ave a'hd it if it weren't for you." Remy reached down and kissed the equisite creature's hand, half afraid of getting his lips burned off none the less. Retracting her slim white hand, and blushing a deeper red, Pyralis cleared her throat.
"Well Monsieur LeBeau, I didn't exactly leave unscathed" she said, motioning to a large slash on her leg, "offer me somewhere to stay and I could clean up, then I assure you I will be in a much better mood." Remy was taken aback by her bluntness, but grinned nevertheless.
"Oui mon chere, I will take ye'h somewhere safe." Remy grabbed her arm lightly and steered her out of the nearly empty alley.
"So, ye'h a mutant non? Tu go mor'a then what I saw back the'r?"
"well, I can turn into smoke, very use-full in crowded places where you need information, I use it to get in undetected, also gives me an edge against opponents, when I am angry I go into a haze, my hair changes color and I can burn anything I touch, but that is only when I am angry. I pride my self on being a skilled fighter and try not to get angry over menial things, it is then when I become dangerous to things I love." Remy looked in awe and described his powers, his origins and why he was in New Orleans. Pyralis mostly listened but laughed a few times, and edged slowly closer to Remy as they spoke
"Forgive me chere, Remy did not realize it wa'hs so cold." Remy swung his large overcoat over Pyralis's broad shoulders. "Dis be chez Remy, haha, we can stay 'ere tonight eh?" Remy led her inside the hall, the warehouse elevator taking them to the loft on the top floor. Remy's apartment was dark, he turned the lights on as they walked inside. Pyralis sat down on the couch in the spacious living room, a Euro-chic-bachelor pad, was the feel of the high-ceilinged home. Remy returned with bandages, and Pyralis sat on the couch. She wore only a black legless leotard, a simple orange belt with a flame design on the buckle and slim chain hanging off it, and black motorcycle boots. Her hair was in a high pontail with escaping face framing pieces that she attempted to pulled back with a black raparound stretch headband. She had mocha eyes with pale skin, and now stunning copper Hair. There was a single beauty mark on her face with latin features that contrasted highly to her fair skin. She was gorgeous and Remy could not keep his eyes off her long athletic arms, and taught tummy. What she lacked in the breast department (a mere small B, however even more appealing to Remy's tastes) she more then made up for with her long shapely legs. Remy sat beside her and grabbed the wounded leg, rubbing a stinging solution over the wound on her thigh he lightly blew it dry. Ever so often looking up into her eyes, which were closed with pain and delight. He then grabbed a turnic and wrapped it tightly around the gash, securing it with a metal fastener. Remy's hands lingered on Pyralis' leg, as he questionably looked up at her. She was far ahead of him and pinned him down on the couch, ignoring the pain of her leg, and planted a delicate kiss on his pale lips, leaving Remy only craving more.
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"Pyralis." he whispered, smiling at the images running through his head. She had stirred, her long arms stretching out across the sheets and the blanket edging down further along her bare back. She opened her eyes and looked at Remy, obviously confused for a moment, and then she smiled "Remy." she whispered as he hopped into bed next to her, placing her head on his chest. "e'h How come ma'h name soundz so much betta comin' from ya'h mouth?"
*my first X-men fic, though I also do Tekken fic, and if you look at
those you know I add new chapters like every day, lol, hopefully if I get
enough positive feedback there will be a chapter two, I have an idea of
what may happen.
NEWS & NOTES
-okay, don't ask me about Rogue because you will know in do time, however, Pyralis is NOT HER in like another life so don't give me that bull
-yea I know I said a B-cup is small, which it isn't but compared to comic book girls who are fucking triple E's I think I am allowed to call a B small in this story. -its pie-rah-lee as in Pie like apple pie, rah like cheerleaders at a football game and lee.well if you don't know how to say lee you're a dumbass.
-okay so review this and maybe I'll make more -WARNING I do not take criticism very well and flamers will be fucking slaughtered, ha.
-READ MY OTHER FICS!!!
oh yea and I'm not crazy. (