The rain lay on the pavement like fragments of a mirror that had been smashed in to a million pieces as the howling wind chased the storm clouds across the vast sky. Yurkio stared in disbelief as the sight in front of her, perhaps it was the rain in her eyes, perhaps not. But she could have sworn she'd just seen her long dead father on that dark street. In a blink of her eye he was gone.
Yuriko shook her head as if to clear it of the ghost she's just seen and continued to her car for the long drive to her compound up in the mountains.
In the decades after her father's death (at the hands of Wolverine), she'd finally embraced his ideals, his hatred for the feral man and all his power. Yuriko spent her ageless years cementing her place amongst the biggest of the Japanese crime lords, as a master assassin and a force to be feared and reckoned with. And, of course, ever every moment was consumed with trying to find and kill Wolverine.
She'd had upgrades done to her body, adamantium fused with her bones, foot-long retractable talons also made of the matchless metal, and cybernetic enhancements along with an amped up healing factor. All in the attempt at killing her first and only lover (in the true sense of the word) because he killed her (abusive) father. But all dead men are remembered fondly, their faults forgiven and even idolized and she wanted blood for blood.
After an hour and a half drive to the compound she was ready for a hot bath and her bed. Once snuggled under her covers, memories of her father and Logan swam to the fore of her subconscious as she dreamed the night away.
Yuriko woke with a start just after 5am to an alarm that the compound perimeter had been breached. Pulling up the security cameras on her tablet she stared once again at the visage of her father, clearly not dead and also clearly out of his mind as he slaughtered her ninja guards, men she considered family. But she had no time for sorrow, her father wanted his place at the top back and had no qualms about coming after her. She got dressed, grabbed the bag she kept packed at all times and was out of the house in a manner of minutes through a hidden door even her father didn't know existed.
She headed for her private jet parked at the Tokyo airport by train, thankful she could rest, though not sleep, on the journey there. As she watched the sun rise over the mountains she realized with some surprise that seeing her rather horrible father had erased her hatred for Logan almost instantly and replaced it with a sort of nostalgic longing. Yuriko knew Logan would be her father's next target and she shuddered to think what he could do to the adamantium in both their bodies with the advances technology had made since her father's presumed demise.
As painful and awkward as it would be, Yuriko had to go to see Logan as an adversary...maybe even as a friend. And that's why, when she got to the airport, she set a course for New York state in America.
While Yuriko had been plotting and planning, Logan had been fighting and forgetting, a fact she was about to come face to face with with no small amount of heartbreak.