InsaneJournal

Gambit had a good day. No, really. He had. It'd been a good morning and a decent early afternoon. Except there was still no sun. He was going on day four without eating anything, and it was starting to get quite painful. He knew he had to eat, but it just wasn't appealing at all. And he was hungry enough that he knew eating too much would just make him sick anyway. He'd gone without food several times in his young life. It wouldn't always be like that for him.. some day, he'd be disgustingly well off.. but not yet. That time, though, wasn't so far off, after all. He just had to get home to do it.. not that he knew any of that, of course. He thought he'd never go back there, never see any of those so-called X-men again. Logan's body in his bed still haunted him. Sometimes, Rogue's face lingered in his thoughts. He'd left just two months after meeting her, but she'd already become quickly attached to him, against her better judgement. It was all a game for him, of course.. he wanted something he couldn't have, and he certainly couldn't have her. Not ever. Not with her power in the way.

Not that he'd ever really want her, anyway. He wasn't that sort of man. He wasn't a one-woman sort of man. Not a one-man sort of man, either. Though.. well.. he wasn't even going to go there. He was only going to smile at the thought and leave it at that.

That was, until he saw a familiar head of hair, coming down that road. That white streak, the slightly auburn tone.. Gambit's jaw fell open. He knew that face. He knew that body. He knew that walk and those eyes and..

"Rogue?" He called out to her, his pace slowly coming to a stop. This had to be some sort of sick joke. The dark around them could have been playing havoc with his eyes, his perception of her face. But he could have sworn... but why would she be here? He was thinking back, desperately. Had he asked for Rogue, even jokingly, in that damn survey? He couldn't recall. Think harder, Cajun, had you asked for her? No, he wouldn't have....