A/N: First of this is my first try at a fan fic, so go easy on the reviews. I just want to say upfront, that I didn't really write in any of the accents for Remy, Rouge, or Kurt, so just voice them in as you read it. I didn't want to completely mess up and annoy/offend someone out there who has the skills to do what I can't. Any way, I think my story is pretty funny, considering how persistent Gambit is, so enjoy. ^_^
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Disclaimer: as much as I would love to be getting rich off owning the x-men, sadly I do not own any of them, I know you must be shocked by this, but please, try to handle your surprise responsibly, and don't try to drink and drive your troubles away…
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Chapter 1
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Remy lay in bed, starring up at the ceiling. His face stripped of emotion, as if deep in thought. 'Remy a god with the fillies' he reminded himself, 'none of the girls can resist Remy's charm.' He idly ran his fingers through his hair, as if illustrating the point. He smiled a little, at his own antics, and then rolled onto his side. He rested his head on his arm and stared out the window.
Now Remy held all ladies with the up most respect, but all in all, all girls were the same to him, just something to help pass his time, another notch on his bedpost (which already had quite a few marks carved into it). Remy had never been denied a girl, and the few times someone told him he wasn't allowed a fille, he was quick to flirt with her and win her over. Being told no only fuelled Remy's determination. But now he was being denied a fille, not by some man, but by god himself. God had finally given Remy a challenge, a challenge he had to accept. "Untouchable" he said to himself in disbelief as he rolled back onto his back.
'How can any fille be untouchable?' he thought to himself, as he placed his hands behind his head. Remy loved the chase, more than he loved the rewards it brought him. When a girl played hard to get, it only intrigued him more. 'If this, Rogue, is as untouchable as Magneto says,' Remy thought to himself, 'Remy thinks he is going to enjoy his stay at Bayville.' A smirk found its way to Remy's face, and the red of his eyes burned a little brighter in the dark of his room.
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BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ
The loud alarm suddenly woke Rogue up. Kitty quickly phased her hand through the noisy alarm clock, and sat up in her bed.
"Oh My God! I must have set the alarm wrong, its like already 7:30" Kitty ran to the closet in a hurry, she just phased through Rouge and her bed altogether. "Hurry up Rogue we only have half an hour to get dressed, eat breakfast, bum a ride…" Kitty continued rattling off things, but rogue was to busy rushing to get herself ready to listen to Kitty complain.
Rogue ran a hand through her hair, and thanked her lucky stars that she had decided to take her shower last night when the line was short, instead of in the morning. She quickly got dressed, pulling on her favorite skirt, tank top, and green mesh shirt. She hopped a little when putting on her boots; trying to avoid being hit by the onslaught of clothes kitty was throwing from her side of the closet.
"Where is it, where is it…" Kitty trailed off as she searched through a few more hangers. "I can't find my capri pants anyw- Oh Wait Here They Are!"
Rogue was focusing on her make up now in front of the vanity mirror in their room. She really didn't have time to go all out, so she just put a little dark color on her eyes, and lips. She started to put a little powder on, but after glancing at the clock, decided it was good enough. She quickly flung her backpack over her shoulder, and picked up her gloves. She glanced over at Kitty to see if she was ready to go. "Hurry up will ya'?"
"Ok, ok, just one more second." Kitty was focusing on herself in the mirror now, pulling her hair up into its classic ponytail. She tilted her head to each side quickly, testing to see how her hair moved. She smiled, obviously approving of her bounciness.
"Ready?" Rogue had her arms crossed.
"Ready!" Kitty bounded out the door, with her roommate right behind her. "Hurry up," She yelled behind her towards Rogue, "your going to make me late."
"I'm going to make you late?! You got to be kidding me?"
Kitty giggled as she ran down the stairs and waved an arm towards a slightly annoyed looking Scott. After seeing them, Scott's face looked a little less agitated, as he hopped into the driver's seat. "I almost left with out you guys," Scott started, "what took you so long?"
"Well Rogue was taking to long getting dressed, I mean I was waiting and waiting and waiting…." Kitty smiled a little, trying to show Rogue she was just joking.
Rogue just shook her head, half of her wanted to smack Kitty up side the head, and the other half was laughing. "What ever Kitty, Hey where's Kurt?"
"I don't know but I'm going to call shot gun before he gets down here." Kitty started to run for the passenger seat, when Kurt Bamfed his way into the front seat.
"Shot Gun!" Kurt shouted with his arms in the air.
"Kurt what are you doing, I was totally here first, I called shot gun first and everything."
"Kitty you can't just call it first, you have to get there first to." Kurt explained as he stuck his tongue out at Kitty, she crossed her arms and got in the back seat with Rogue.
"Well I definitely call shot gun next time, like your all my witness."
"Just hurry up and get your seat belts on, you guys are going to make ME late" Scott started the car and they drove off towards the school.
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Rogue's morning classes went by really quickly, and for the most part were fairly uneventful, until she got to fourth period French class. She sat down in her usual seat. She sat almost all the way in the back right corner; only two seats were left empty behind her. If Rogue had her way, she would be sitting two seats behind her, in the far back seat, but thanks to assigned-seating that wasn't an option.
The teacher passed out a worksheet, and everyone began to work on it by them selves. The room was relatively silent, aside from a few coughs, the sound of rustling papers, and just a little whispering coming from the other side of the room. 'Why did I take French in the first place?' she asked herself, 'I mean, I should have just taken German with Kurt, he would have at least been able to help me with it.' Rogue quickly lost interest in the worksheet in front of her, and began to stare carelessly out the window to her left. Rogue was almost deep in thought when she suddenly felt something hit the back of her head. She didn't turn around, knowing that it was probably just the preppy cheerleader girls throwing wadded up pieces of paper at her. She didn't want to turn around and make eye contact with them; it might make them feel like it was actually bothering her. Rogue did not want them to think they had won anything. She shook her head slightly, hoping that if anything had got stuck in her hair, it had fallen out. A few moments later another piece of paper hit her in the back of her head, and then another. It went on for a few minutes. But Rogue just sighed a little and ran her fingers thought the back of her hair. 'I don't hear any giggling' she thought, 'If the cheerleaders were throwing paper at me, I think they would be giggling by now… o well, it doesn't matter who it is, this has to stop.' She thought for a moment, 'Ok, ok, if it happens again, I'll turn around and give those girls, or whoever it is for that matter, one of my death glares, maybe that will stop them.' Rogue braced herself for another projectile, but there was nothing. She waited, but still nothing happened. 'What ever, as long as it stopped' Rogue returned to gazing out the window, in an effort to avoid her worksheet. Suddenly a note landed on her desk. She quickly pulled it underneath the desk to her lap, so no one could see.
"Pourquoi vous ne tournerez pas et me regarderez, chere?" it took Rogue a moment to translate the message, luckily she had her French notes right on her desk, and was able to decipher "Why won't you turn and look at me, dear?" Rogue slowly turned to look over her shoulder, not wanting to look suspicious to the teacher who was grading papers at her desk. When rogue turned all the way around, she saw some kid she didn't recognize right away. He had brownish hair, with a little red in it. His eyes were brown, but there was something a little odd about them, that she couldn't quite put her finger on. He looked tall and lanky, yet muscular. He smiled at her, and raised his right hand up to his head and gave a little mock solute with a flip of his wrist. Rogue recognized that solute, but from where? Then her jaw dropped, she remembered that kid. He was one of Magneto's goons, the one that gave her the exploding card. She snapped back facing forward in her seat, her mouth still open in surprise. 'What was he doing here? Why was he bothering her? What could he want?'
Rogue was searching her mind for some sort of answer to any of these questions, when another note landed on her desk. She pulled it under her desk and opened up the note and read it to herself.
"You remember moi now, no? Remy remember you chere. But Remy never forgets a beautiful fillie." Rogue felt her heart beat faster. She was a little scared by the fact that the enemy was in her class, sitting just a few seats behind her. She closed her eyes and calmed herself down, 'He wouldn't try anything, not here at least,' she reassured herself, 'not in the middle of school, not with so many witnesses.'
Rogue gathered herself together, and turned around again, to give him a suspicious look. She glared at him, as if to say 'Don't even think about trying anything'. But he just stared back at her, with a smug, ignorant smirk on his face. She was taken back a bit by his expression. Then he winked at her, and she could have sworn there was an actual sparkle to his eye. She turned back around, this time with a smile on her face. She stayed like that, in a bit of a daze until everyone around her started moving. She snapped out of it, loosing her smile, and looked around to notice the bell must have rung. Rogue gathered her books and walked out the door and to her locker. It was time for lunch, and Rogue had a lot to tell Kitty.
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Disclaimer: as much as I would love to be getting rich off owning the x-men, sadly I do not own any of them, I know you must be shocked by this, but please, try to handle your surprise responsibly, and don't try to drink and drive your troubles away…
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Chapter 1
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Remy lay in bed, starring up at the ceiling. His face stripped of emotion, as if deep in thought. 'Remy a god with the fillies' he reminded himself, 'none of the girls can resist Remy's charm.' He idly ran his fingers through his hair, as if illustrating the point. He smiled a little, at his own antics, and then rolled onto his side. He rested his head on his arm and stared out the window.
Now Remy held all ladies with the up most respect, but all in all, all girls were the same to him, just something to help pass his time, another notch on his bedpost (which already had quite a few marks carved into it). Remy had never been denied a girl, and the few times someone told him he wasn't allowed a fille, he was quick to flirt with her and win her over. Being told no only fuelled Remy's determination. But now he was being denied a fille, not by some man, but by god himself. God had finally given Remy a challenge, a challenge he had to accept. "Untouchable" he said to himself in disbelief as he rolled back onto his back.
'How can any fille be untouchable?' he thought to himself, as he placed his hands behind his head. Remy loved the chase, more than he loved the rewards it brought him. When a girl played hard to get, it only intrigued him more. 'If this, Rogue, is as untouchable as Magneto says,' Remy thought to himself, 'Remy thinks he is going to enjoy his stay at Bayville.' A smirk found its way to Remy's face, and the red of his eyes burned a little brighter in the dark of his room.
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BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ
The loud alarm suddenly woke Rogue up. Kitty quickly phased her hand through the noisy alarm clock, and sat up in her bed.
"Oh My God! I must have set the alarm wrong, its like already 7:30" Kitty ran to the closet in a hurry, she just phased through Rouge and her bed altogether. "Hurry up Rogue we only have half an hour to get dressed, eat breakfast, bum a ride…" Kitty continued rattling off things, but rogue was to busy rushing to get herself ready to listen to Kitty complain.
Rogue ran a hand through her hair, and thanked her lucky stars that she had decided to take her shower last night when the line was short, instead of in the morning. She quickly got dressed, pulling on her favorite skirt, tank top, and green mesh shirt. She hopped a little when putting on her boots; trying to avoid being hit by the onslaught of clothes kitty was throwing from her side of the closet.
"Where is it, where is it…" Kitty trailed off as she searched through a few more hangers. "I can't find my capri pants anyw- Oh Wait Here They Are!"
Rogue was focusing on her make up now in front of the vanity mirror in their room. She really didn't have time to go all out, so she just put a little dark color on her eyes, and lips. She started to put a little powder on, but after glancing at the clock, decided it was good enough. She quickly flung her backpack over her shoulder, and picked up her gloves. She glanced over at Kitty to see if she was ready to go. "Hurry up will ya'?"
"Ok, ok, just one more second." Kitty was focusing on herself in the mirror now, pulling her hair up into its classic ponytail. She tilted her head to each side quickly, testing to see how her hair moved. She smiled, obviously approving of her bounciness.
"Ready?" Rogue had her arms crossed.
"Ready!" Kitty bounded out the door, with her roommate right behind her. "Hurry up," She yelled behind her towards Rogue, "your going to make me late."
"I'm going to make you late?! You got to be kidding me?"
Kitty giggled as she ran down the stairs and waved an arm towards a slightly annoyed looking Scott. After seeing them, Scott's face looked a little less agitated, as he hopped into the driver's seat. "I almost left with out you guys," Scott started, "what took you so long?"
"Well Rogue was taking to long getting dressed, I mean I was waiting and waiting and waiting…." Kitty smiled a little, trying to show Rogue she was just joking.
Rogue just shook her head, half of her wanted to smack Kitty up side the head, and the other half was laughing. "What ever Kitty, Hey where's Kurt?"
"I don't know but I'm going to call shot gun before he gets down here." Kitty started to run for the passenger seat, when Kurt Bamfed his way into the front seat.
"Shot Gun!" Kurt shouted with his arms in the air.
"Kurt what are you doing, I was totally here first, I called shot gun first and everything."
"Kitty you can't just call it first, you have to get there first to." Kurt explained as he stuck his tongue out at Kitty, she crossed her arms and got in the back seat with Rogue.
"Well I definitely call shot gun next time, like your all my witness."
"Just hurry up and get your seat belts on, you guys are going to make ME late" Scott started the car and they drove off towards the school.
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Rogue's morning classes went by really quickly, and for the most part were fairly uneventful, until she got to fourth period French class. She sat down in her usual seat. She sat almost all the way in the back right corner; only two seats were left empty behind her. If Rogue had her way, she would be sitting two seats behind her, in the far back seat, but thanks to assigned-seating that wasn't an option.
The teacher passed out a worksheet, and everyone began to work on it by them selves. The room was relatively silent, aside from a few coughs, the sound of rustling papers, and just a little whispering coming from the other side of the room. 'Why did I take French in the first place?' she asked herself, 'I mean, I should have just taken German with Kurt, he would have at least been able to help me with it.' Rogue quickly lost interest in the worksheet in front of her, and began to stare carelessly out the window to her left. Rogue was almost deep in thought when she suddenly felt something hit the back of her head. She didn't turn around, knowing that it was probably just the preppy cheerleader girls throwing wadded up pieces of paper at her. She didn't want to turn around and make eye contact with them; it might make them feel like it was actually bothering her. Rogue did not want them to think they had won anything. She shook her head slightly, hoping that if anything had got stuck in her hair, it had fallen out. A few moments later another piece of paper hit her in the back of her head, and then another. It went on for a few minutes. But Rogue just sighed a little and ran her fingers thought the back of her hair. 'I don't hear any giggling' she thought, 'If the cheerleaders were throwing paper at me, I think they would be giggling by now… o well, it doesn't matter who it is, this has to stop.' She thought for a moment, 'Ok, ok, if it happens again, I'll turn around and give those girls, or whoever it is for that matter, one of my death glares, maybe that will stop them.' Rogue braced herself for another projectile, but there was nothing. She waited, but still nothing happened. 'What ever, as long as it stopped' Rogue returned to gazing out the window, in an effort to avoid her worksheet. Suddenly a note landed on her desk. She quickly pulled it underneath the desk to her lap, so no one could see.
"Pourquoi vous ne tournerez pas et me regarderez, chere?" it took Rogue a moment to translate the message, luckily she had her French notes right on her desk, and was able to decipher "Why won't you turn and look at me, dear?" Rogue slowly turned to look over her shoulder, not wanting to look suspicious to the teacher who was grading papers at her desk. When rogue turned all the way around, she saw some kid she didn't recognize right away. He had brownish hair, with a little red in it. His eyes were brown, but there was something a little odd about them, that she couldn't quite put her finger on. He looked tall and lanky, yet muscular. He smiled at her, and raised his right hand up to his head and gave a little mock solute with a flip of his wrist. Rogue recognized that solute, but from where? Then her jaw dropped, she remembered that kid. He was one of Magneto's goons, the one that gave her the exploding card. She snapped back facing forward in her seat, her mouth still open in surprise. 'What was he doing here? Why was he bothering her? What could he want?'
Rogue was searching her mind for some sort of answer to any of these questions, when another note landed on her desk. She pulled it under her desk and opened up the note and read it to herself.
"You remember moi now, no? Remy remember you chere. But Remy never forgets a beautiful fillie." Rogue felt her heart beat faster. She was a little scared by the fact that the enemy was in her class, sitting just a few seats behind her. She closed her eyes and calmed herself down, 'He wouldn't try anything, not here at least,' she reassured herself, 'not in the middle of school, not with so many witnesses.'
Rogue gathered herself together, and turned around again, to give him a suspicious look. She glared at him, as if to say 'Don't even think about trying anything'. But he just stared back at her, with a smug, ignorant smirk on his face. She was taken back a bit by his expression. Then he winked at her, and she could have sworn there was an actual sparkle to his eye. She turned back around, this time with a smile on her face. She stayed like that, in a bit of a daze until everyone around her started moving. She snapped out of it, loosing her smile, and looked around to notice the bell must have rung. Rogue gathered her books and walked out the door and to her locker. It was time for lunch, and Rogue had a lot to tell Kitty.