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Disclaimer:- Own nothing but my passion for my favorite X-Couple- Rogan!
Hiya Roganers, I'm back with my promised fic that's going to take y'all on a wonderful journey to my beautiful country, India. So before y'all go down there, a few things to point out-
1. This one is heavily inspired by one of my favorite authors of this site, Leonaria Dragonbane's wonderful Rogan- Cycles of Time. If you guys haven't checked it out yet, please go and give it a read.
2. For the very first time, my story takes place during the events of X-Men- 1 and it's gonna give flashbacks of Logan's past (in metallic) in every chapter so please don't be confused about it.
3. The flashbacks'll take place in Victorian Era when India was under British Rule so there's going to be 'Hindi to English' translation (In metallic bolds) in various places.
No more yapping, just enjoy ;-}
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October 26th, 2000
Northern Alberta
Canada
"Jaane do usse!" (Let her go!)
"Khatam kar do in dono ko!" (Finish them both!)
"C-Close your eyes, i-it won't hurt that much then..."
"SAVI! ! ! ! ! !"
Logan jerked his eyes open with a loud gasp. Sweaty and breathless, the feral man hastily sat up and pulled his blades buried in the old mattress of the motel back in. The same nightmare again. Among all other haunting ghosts of his past, this one was the oldest and most persistent for some very unknown reason.
Savi.
He repeated the name he shouted in his dream every time. The image is never completely clear, sometimes it's totally blurred and sometimes he could only make out a few facial features like a manly hairstyle from Victorian Era, wheat-coloured skin, teary brown eyes and trembling heart-shaped lips. He could never collect anything more than that. He didn't even know what part of his long life it was, thanks to his goddamned memory loss.
With a deep sigh, he glanced down at his watch. 8:30. He lazily climbed out of the bed abd headed toward the bathroom. Like every other day, he had to travel all day until he found some seedy bar to earn some quick cash and a pretty face to work his unquenchable libido on. He quickly finished getting ready and walked out of the room but as he stepped toward the key lady, he bumped into a young man going to his room and all his files and the work within them said hello to the floor.
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March 4th, 1857
Bengal Presidency
British India
"This place is quieter than a bloody graveyard!"
With a light chuckle, Victor brought the cigar to his lips and sucked in a long puff before releasing a thick white ring of smoke. "But ya like quiet, right?"
"But my kinda quiet could only be found in the deep thick wild." Logan's protest mumbled around his turn of cigar as he leaned back to enjoy the orange sunset. "Can't we just go back to the woo-"
Logan's sentence was interrupted by a distant scream. The siblings' eyebrows drew close immediately. "Was that...a scream?"
They hastily sprang to their feet and looked down. They found one of the sepoys of their infantry staggering toward a nearby village with a bottle of local liquor named Taadi in his hand. Logan shouted in the language he'd mastered in such a short time, Hindi.
"Hey! Hariya! Kaha ja rahe ho?" (Hey! Hariya! Where are you going?)
Too intoxicated to realize that he was addressing his captain, the drunk sepoy looked up to his seniors without trembling like a dry leaf and displayed a very broad intoxicated smile. "Duty khatam, saheb! Ab hum pados ke gaanv jaa rahe hain, Daayan ki maut dekhne!" (The duty hours are over, sir! Now I'm going to the neighbor village, to watch the death of that bloody Daayan, sir!)
"Daayan?" the feral brothers looked to each other in sheer confusion. "Wo kya hota hai?" (What's that?)
Hariya tried to find a right word of Angrezi (English) to express the meaning. "Daayan matlab...arre haan, wo witch, saheb, Witch!" (Daayan means...oh yes, Daayan means a witch, sir!)
The brother looked back to each other in pure disbelief.
"Witch?!"
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Back to Present
"W-Where the hell are yer damn eyes, kid?" Logan threw an annoyed snarl before preparing to advance.
The boy momentarily glared up at the muscled feral man before shaking his head. He politely bent down to pick up his papers from the floor. "Sorry for ruining your jogging, sir."
Logan glared at both the mutter and all his drawings and sketches spread all over the ground. They caught his attention immediately. "Yer an artist?"
"Didn't my papers revealed that already, Captain Obvious?" the guy muttered to himself, gathering his work.
But Logan heard the low mutter anyway and it gave him an idea.
Logan also bent forward to help the other man as he asked something unexpected. "Will ya make a sketch fer me?"
When a sharp questioning look crossed the young face, Logan tried to explain his demand. "It's...it's fer my...wife. And don't worry, I'll pay fer it."
The questioning look softened after a quick thought. "Okay."
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Flashback
"J-Jaane dijiye hame...h-humne kuch nahi kiya.." (P-Please let me go...i-i didn't do anything..."
CHUP!" (SHUT UP!) another sharp slap killed the sobbing plea. The tall man snatched a torch from his servant and turned to address the villagers.
"Bhaiyon, yahi hai wo Daayan jo hamare bade bhai sahab aur aap sabke bade Thakur ko byah ke ek mahine ke bhitar hi nigal gayi. Isse pehle ki iska tona-totka kisi aur ko nuksaan pahunchaye, chalo iss kamini ko jala dalein!" (Brothers, that's the witch who killed my elder brother and your venerable 'Bade Thakur' within just one month of their marriage. Before her black magic can hurt anyone else, let's burn this harlot to ashes!)
All the villagers shouted in unison. "Haan! Jala daaliye isse!" (Yes! Burn her!)
"N-NAHI!" (N-NO!) the severely beaten up girl shouted in great horror and started struggling against the thick ropes holding her to a tree as she saw the burning torch coming near her.
"H-Humne kisi ko nahi mara, kripya hume jaane dijiy-" (I-I did not kill anyone, please let me-)
BANG!
A loud gunfire halted the hurting hand advancing toward the girl. Everyone spun around to glare at the interruption that was none other than a couple of white soldiers on their horses.
Logan's eyes went straight to the baffled face of the young girl barely more than Seventeen. Her sweet scent of fresh Marigolds was polluted by the stench of blood and pain. The stones lying around her, clotted streaks of blood trailing down her nostrils and split lips, livid bruises and cuts all over her face and body revealed how much she'd endured in the past few minutes. Her teary gaze met Logan's caring ones and pleaded to save her.
"K-Kripa karke hame bacha lijiye.." (P-Please save me...)
Victor barely suppressed a roll of eyes when his brother once again decided to be a human's saviour. "Jaane do usse!" (Let her go!)
The man with the torch glared at Logan. "Lagta hai fauj me naye ho, pata nahi hum koun hain?" (Looks like you are new in the army, do you not know who I am?)
Logan's jaw tightened instantly. "Mujhe parwah nahi tum koun ho, par mai tum logo ko uss ladki ko maarne nahi dunga!" (I do not care who you are, I just will not let you all hurt an innocent girl anymore!)
The furious mob formed a wall of their bodies to stop the armed men. "Hamaare dharam-karam kr karyon me dhakhal mat dijiye, saheb!" (Don't try to interfere in our religious matters, sir!)
The superstitious fools advanced together to force the brothers to retreat. Their behavior infuried the elder feral. "How dare these bloody slaves try to threaten US?! Need ta teach them all a good lesson!"
Logan mentally panicked when he saw Victor's clipped claws slowly grow again. Just one damned mistake of his brother and their facades will be stripped off their real identities. He quickly tried to placate his brother.
"Calm down, brother," his words pacified the older feral and his grumblingly pulled his claws back before anyone could notice them. "Let me handle this situation."
He now turned his infuried attention back to the foolish horde and suddenly pointed his gun at the man with the burning torch, making everyone gasp in great shock. No one had expected such a bold move from the uniformed angrez (Englishman).
"Agar kisi ne hame ladki ko le jane se roka to ye aadmi marega!" (If anyone tried to prevent us from taking the girl, this man would die!) his deadly threat silenced all the mouths. When his horse proceeded to test the effect of his warning, they all let him reach the damsel in distress helplessly. Without wasting any more time, Logan rapidly cut the ropes with the knife he always kept with him, hauled her battered frame on the horse before it collapsed to the ground and signaled Victor to get ready to flee.
The leader of the mob glared up at the angrez. "Ye tumne thik nahi kiya, ladke. Tumhe iska harjana bhugtna hoga." (That is an enormous mistake you are going to pay for soon, boy!)
Logan gave his horse's side a light slap and they spun around to leave the crow behind with lighting-fast speed.
"Mujhe intezaar rahega." (I'll be waiting).
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Back to the Present
"Here's your usual, hon."
With a sharp grimace, Logan downed the entire whiskey in just one gulp, took the sketch out of the inner pocket of his jacket and unfolded it. His eyes raked over the face intensely. He had no idea that the kid would give him the exact thing even after such a small and unsure details. The same eyes, the same nose and the same lips, that was the same face he'd seen in his nightmares for the past so many years. Each time he saw this drawing, he strongly tried to remember this girl's relationship with him but nothing came out. Maybe he up there, wanted Logan to remember her just as a blurred memory.
"C'mon," his deep contemplation was broken by the bartender's voice. "The announcer's calling you."
With an annoyed sigh, Logan folded the sketch again and hid it in the inner pocket safely. He now left the stool gracefully and approached the old cage before taking off his jacket and handling it a young waitress.
"Just take care of it fer me, babe."
His first victim left the ring on the damned streture in the first two minutes of the match and he just took his favourite corner to swallow another glass until the next chump came.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, in all my years l've never seen anything like this. Are you gonna let this man walk away with your money?"
As he finished the drink and threw the glass aside to key it shatter, a very familiar scent of fresh Marigolds tingled his nostrils out of nowhere. He wasn't sure where, but he'd smelled it somewhere a long time ago—maybe before his memory loss—and stored it in a small corner of his mind.
*Wolverine growls.*
*Find her, find the Mate!*
Before Logan could even react at the 'M' word, Wolverine's slumbering senses roared back to life immediately and instinctively started searching the source of scent in the dirty crowd of truck drivers and lumberjacks. He was so busy in his little search, he didn't even realize that the announcer had found his next lamb.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our saviour!"
Logan's intense gaze scanned the swarm until he found the source and his biggest surprise, it was none other than the face from the sketch.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
The same deep brown eyes, the same measured nose and the same heart-shaped lips. Except for the wheat-coloured skin and raven hair replaced by pale complexion and mahogany locks, everything else was the exact copy of the sketch! Even the age, that didn't seem to be more than Seventeen or Eighteen. Standing among the horde of all those drunk bastards, she was looking like a totally other-worldly thing.
B-But...
How's that possible?!
Had his nightmare come true?
The time stood completely still as the girl's wandering gaze finally met his. Her deep chocolate eyes caught his deep amber ones and refused to let go. The living nightmare before Logan had distracted his senses so much that he couldn't catch the kick that shoved his against the wall of cage he was staring at the girl through. A few more cowardly punches from behind pissed the feral like hell. He momentarily broke the contact of eyes and spun around with the speed of a Cheetah and let the flatscan's fist encounter the Adamantium one.
the excruciating "AHHH!" was just the start that ended with just three more punches. As the whacked meat hit the ground, the bell rang and the old announcer raised the undisputed champion's hand.
"And Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's winner and still, King of the Cage- THE WOLVERRRRINE!"
With a smug spin of head, Logan turned his attention back to the damned blast of his past and bored his penetrative gaze into her slightly timid one. He didn't know who she was but her face had now gotten Wolverine's attention and this curiosity wasn't going anywhere until he found out about the connection between her and the girl from his nightmares.
Savi.
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Sepoy- An Indian soldier serving under British or other European orders.
Hope y'all liked the start, the historical facts are half-fictional so please don't sue me if I'm wrong about some event ;P
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