A/N- the x-men and wolvering do not belong to me but my darling Shoko does please enjoy, and read and review!

Minuets later Shoko stormed into her room slamming the door behind her. She sat on the corner of the bed and tried to calm down. "I let my feelings get out of control again, I tried too hard, and I need to remember that Logan is not the same man that I once knew. He doesn't remember me. He is not the brave warrior I knew many lives ago. He is a gijun now, a shell of himself who has been battered, tortured and tested. He is not mine any more, I cannot lay claim to him. He is nothing to me any more." Shoko though. She stood and began to pick up her belongings from around the room. There was a knock on the door.

"Insult me again if you dare," she said flinging open the door.

"Please let me ask how did I insult you the first time?" Beast said.

"Dr. McCoy, I'm sorry I wasn't expecting you."

"It's Hank, please, I saw you storm in and was wondering if you'd like to go blow off some steam down in the danger room?"

"Sure, it would help me calm down" with that said, she silently followed Hank down to the danger room

Logan needed a shower so he headed up stairs to his room. As he passed Shoko's room, he decided to try apologizing again. When he knocked on the door it swung open freely, hitting him with the powerful scent of cherry blossoms, he stood for a moment deeply inhaling the scent. Logan decided to find out where it was coming from, and walked in sniffing the air as he walked over to the dresser. As he reached for the knob on the top drawer, a scroll lying on top of the dresser caught his eye. He picked it up and noticed that it looked very old. He unfurled it and noticed it was a painting, as he looked more closely, he realized who it portrayed. Logan saw himself and Shoko; it was a beautiful painting and was incredibly life like, almost like a photo. Logan's eyes traveled down the paper and looked at the signature at the bottom, it read:

Dear mom and dad,

Here is a painting of the two of you to remember your anniversary forever. I love you both.

Love, Suki

"Suki? Who is Suki?" Logan said to him self, thinking hard, the only thought that came to his mind was of a young girl with big almond eyes

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'Daddy I sat too close to the candle and now my hair is short on one side!' Logan watched himself slowly extend one hand and use a knife to trim the girls' hair until it looked reasonable, 'daddy, will the boys tease me and say my hair is too short?'

'Of course not, it's very pretty like this, and your mother could always put your hair up' as Logan said this, the girl crawled into his lap and hugged him.

'I love you Suki'

'I love you too daddy'

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"Why?" Logan asked looking at the ceiling "why must I be cursed with these memories that I can't decipher? Suki singed her hair on a lit candle then she came to me crying and I had to cut her hair short" he paused for a moment as he heard the innocent voice ring in his head once more 'I love you too daddy'

He had never had such a happy memory cloud his mind, "I can see her face but who was she? Damn, Ive got to find Shoko so she can explain this"

He could still smell her scent as he walked down the hall approaching Remy LeBeau. Remy was a tall lean man who also went by the name of Gambit. He always had a deck of cards close at hand , but this time his hands were full with a sandwich and with a full mouth he asked "you lookin' for the pretty mademoiselle(lady) with the tres bien(very nice/good) kimono?"

"what's it to you bub'?"

"Well her an' beast were goin' down to the danger room," Remy said with a wink

"Shove it" Logan said moving past Remy "I ain't got time for you"

"Mad cause you couldn't find her on yer own?"

"I said shove it!" Logan bellowed

"Oui, Oui (yes yes) capi-tan" Remy said saluting with his sandwich as he moved out of the way.

As little as he wanted to admit it, he was glad for the tip because if he had followed Shoko's scent he would most likely have gone around in circles, Hank always took the scenic route. When Logan finally arrived at the danger room Shoko was down in the arena and Hank was in the control room on the entry level typing feverishly at the controls. Logan looked up at the display monitor; he could see Shoko fighting gracefully. He watched her fight for a few moments watching as she moved and ducked as though she were simply a string held in the wind. Shoko's movements entranced Logan before a voice broke through his thoughts.

"Something on your mind Logan?" Hank said continuing to type at an incredible speed.

"Sort of" he paused for a moment watching the screen "ask her something will ya?" Logan asked as he moved closer to Hank peering over him at Shoko through the observation window

"Ask what?" Hank asked looking at Logan for a moment.

"Ask her about me" Logan said looking at the ground "Ask her about us, I want to understand these memories"

"What memories? I thought you had no memories of anything before weapon x"

Logan watched Shoko for a few moments more before answering quietly "I was looking for Shoko a few minuets ago and went in her room and began looking around. I found a beautiful hand painted scroll, it was a painting of Shoko and me. The person who painted it wrote on the bottom that with this scroll we'd always remember our anniversary, it was signed Suki. When I tried remembering who Suki was, I remembered a small girl with dark hair and the biggest almond shaped eyes, she got too close to a candle that was burning and it burned her hair and I had to cut it. Maybe this girl was my daughter because she called me daddy with the sweetest voice and told me she loved me" Logan paused for a moment to collect his thoughts "I want to find my little girl, my Suki. I want to find my flesh and blood and I think Shoko is the key" Logan paused again rubbing his face with his hands "I don't know why I can remember the little girl, I don't know why I can hear her voice ringing in my ears like it was yesterday"

"Don't worry Logan we will run some scans on you later to make sure you are alright. Maybe what you need to fully recover your memories is a trigger; you know something that can just flood your memories back." Hank turned back to the console and began to speak to Shoko over the intercom.

"Tell me a little about your self"

Shoko looked up at the observation booth and asked, "What would you like to know? I am an open book, ask anything and I will tell you the truth" as she said this the simulation changed from the battlefield she had been on, into a maze.

"What was your family like?" Hanks voice echoed through the noise of the simulation.

"Well," Shoko began as she started to navigate the maze "my mother was a geisha and my father was a gijun, you know a white man, and I grew up wanting to follow in my mothers' foot steps and become a geisha. My mother approved of it but my father told me he would disown me if I did. I wanted to be a geisha so badly that my mother sent me away to a school for geisha in the middle of the night and told my father that I had gotten lost in Tokyo the day before. My father mourned me for days, he thought that I was too smart to get lost and not find my way home so he assumed I was dead. When my mother told him that I was alive in a school for geishas, he was so relieved that he forgot about disowning me."

Once again, Hanks voice rang out "why didn't your father want you to be a geisha?"

"He thought that all people should be able to do what they want when they want it. He thought that my mother was bound by what she was, and not by what she wanted. My father met my mother almost ten years before they married; he waited for her to fulfill her obligations to her craft before she could follow her heart. He wanted better than that for me."

As she spoke Logan walked closer to the screen studying Shoko's features wishing that he could recognize her "Hank, ask her why she's here"

Hank spoke into the microphone "Shoko why give up your life as a geisha to come here?"

"I was a geisha many years ago, but one man came to my tea house and swept me off my feet. He patiently courted me then became my Danna," she paused looking for the right word to translate "he became my sponsor. He was a very noble samurai, and a respected member of our village. Eventually he became my husband. Then one day he was stolen away from my children and me. When my children were grown and he had not returned, I vowed to find him and I ended up here"

Logan turned to Hank "ask her about the children"

"Tell me about your children" Hank's voice rang out.

"We had three children, two boys and our little girl Suki, even when she was just a small child she was very mature. She was a wonderful artist; I still have a few paintings she did."

Logan stared down at her through the observation window, he sighed as he placed his palms against the glass. Hank watched Logan for a moment unsure of how to phrase his next question.

"Your children sound like they were blessings, why did you not have more?"

Shoko slowed down for a moment "I would have loved to have more, but sadly our children's mother died during Suki's birth. My husband and I helped their father but he died just a few months later, since they had no one left we took in the children and raised them as our own."

Logan clenched his fists and by reflex, his claws extended "so they weren't mine after all? Once again I raised someone else's children with out any of my own"

"You didn't have any of your own?" Hank called out unsure of what to do or say.

Shoko began to answer "we…I…well…" she looked up to the observation windows and saw a glint of metal that caused her to look harder, she could see the outline of Logan's face. "Well… I think that's a story for another time… I'm done here and I want out."

Shoko stormed towards the exit 'I saw logan in there! Why was he making Hank ask those personal questions? Why would he hide when I would be more than willing to answer Logan' Shoko fought back tears as she climbed the stairs to the observation room and slammed open the door.

"Logan! You chicken! Why are you hiding up here?"

Hank looked up from the controls and said "Logan left, he figured you had seen him and he didn't want to face you yet"

"You let Logan feed you the questions he was too scared to ask"

Hank looked down at the control panel again typing slowly "he remembered something" he paused for a moment "but he was upset because he didn't remember you"

"Did Logan tell you what he remembered?"

"Something about your daughter Suki, he saw the picture in your room"

Shoko took a deep breath close to tears, hank turned and saw the look on her face and stood up quickly closing the distance between them and laying a hand on Shoko's shoulder trying to comfort her. "Logan is never again going to be the man you fell in love with. Now you're stuck with the man he's become" Shoko began to sob quietly and hank wrapped his arms around her shoulders "for the most part he's a good guy, he bends the rules but he is good deep at heart, maybe you should give the new Logan a chance"