Male: Logan

Series: The Wolverine

Japan, it was tiny, crowded and always busy.

It was not his scene, he'd been here before when it was a time of war. He had left after that and hadn't been back since. Well until now, he was here to say goodbye. To end yet another chapter of his never ending life.

He thought the would be used to this, seeing people he knew die.

He wasn't.

He was tired of it.

With a sigh he took a swig of sake, he had pulled a dip after seeing the old man and wound up in a small bar, he was tired of people staring at him, whispering, judging, what did a yankee like him have in common with the head of the Yashida Corporation?

If they only knew, he had saved the man child, for he was but a boy then, during the bombing of Nagasaki. He had come here to Japan with Yukio in order to say goodbye to the now old man, the Japanese were honorable people and he knew the old man would not rest peacefully unless he had his way.

While he had nothing against the Japanese, he was not used to their formal and if not stuffy ways, hence why he had ditched his over bearing 'guide' in order to get some peace. He glanced at the bar tender and flagged him down. "Another."

With a cringe he downed the sake, it had distinct if not acquired taste, but it did the job. He knew if he drank enough then he might be lucky and not have any nightmares. He was still reeling from the events of not even a year ago.

Jean was gone and he had killed her.

He had killed the woman he loved.

With a dark glare he downed yet another shot of sake. He gave a grunt as it burned his throat.

"Are you okay?" He blinked at the light female voice and turned to his left where a small Japanese woman sat, dressed in a red dress with raven black hair pulled into a messy bun. Bright blue eyes were gazing at him in concern, she was a looker. Probably half American given her eye color and the cleavage peeking out from the low cut of her dress.

He sighed, "Yeah, I'm fine miss." He didn't want to bother anyone, maybe it was time he moved his pity party to another bar or maybe snuck back into the Yashida compound, he had no doubt they had realized he was missing by now.

Kagome blinked, gazing at the male next to her, he had been there for a while kicking back shot after shot of sake and any other hard liquor he was served. While she wasn't one for sticking her nose into other peoples buisness, she was concerned.

Call it her bleeding heart, or naive stupidity, but she wasn't going to let someone get in trouble or get hurt. She knew he wasn't human, not fully, he was probably a mutant. They had come out of the woodwork a few years ago and then after everything that had happened in New York had once again gone into hiding.

Humans were so predictable it was sad. They feared what they didn't understand and slowly but surely that fear turned into hate. It disgusted her, she had thrown caution to the wind and had come out as a 'mutant' to her friends and family. It was a convenient way to explain her miko powers, she would finally be able to be truthful with them.

At first they were amazed and were curious but after all the bad press they had shut her out. Once again she was alone, and to make matters worse mutant haters were vandalizing their shrine. She had finally moved out not even a month and a half ago, got herself a small one bedroom apartment and a full time job at a cafe.

Not what she had expected to happen to her after saving the world and whatnot, but it was the best she could do being a dropout.

So as she sat next to the man drowning his sorrows in booze she couldn't help but to reach out. Plus, if she was being truly honest with herself he was quite good looking in a gruff manly kind of way.

"If you're sure..." She trailed off hoping he would provide her with his name. He merely grunted into his glass.

"Logan you can call me Logan." She smiled as she rubbed her fingers on the cool glass of her own drink. "My name's Kagome and if you don't mind I'd love to be your drinking partner. It's no fun drinking alone."

Logan eyed the woman sitting next to him, she looked far too young to be here yet the drink in her hand let him know she was obviously over twenty one. She was a looker, gorgeous, and completely earnest in wanting to be his drinking buddy. She had no ulterior intentions, nothing. With a sigh, for he never really could turn down a pretty face, he nodded.

"Sure, why not?" She gave a grin and scooted her chair closer to his, not at all caring about the looks they got. "So, what are you doing in this part of town?"

He grinned, letting himself get pulled into her small talk, it had been a while since he'd had human contact in positive way that is. It felt nice to be normal.

"Visiting a friend, what about you? This doesn't seem like a place a nice young girl like yourself should be, alone." He smirked as she gave a small huff, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

"I'll have you know I'm twenty four, and I live about two blocks from here. This is one of my only nights off from work. I figured I would enjoy it. I was supposed to meet a guy from work here but I guess I got stood up." She shrugged, she hadn't really been interested in him but decided to give it a try. She had been proven just how silly it had been for her to even think about dating someone 'normal'.

Logan gave a low whistle, mentioning for another round of shots for him and his new drinking buddy. "Well it's his loss." She smiled as she took the shot he had ordered for her. "Yup."

She scrunched up her face, not at all expecting it to be vodka. Logan gave a chuckle at her look and shook his head as she gave him a playful swat on the arm. "Can't handle real liquor?"

She huffed, and squared her shoulders, she had drank with the best of them back in the feudal era, and demon sake at that! She'd be damned if she would be out drunk by a cheeky American. "Is that a challenge?" She narrowed her eyes as he gave a snort.

"I'd out drink you so theres no point in it being one." Since he was a mutant his body ate away at achol much faster than that of a humans. He could still get drunk, shit faced, but it would take gallons of hard liquor to do it. There was no way this tiny woman would be able to even hold a candle to him.

And he didn't want her to get drunk or sick trying to do it. All he needed was to be a babysitter. Then again, it was better than being a glorified prisoner in a stuffy formal compound. He wasn't a fool, he could read between the lines.

Kagome gave a huff and ordered yet another set of shots, holding one up at Logan. "Afraid?" The teasing in her voice made him grin, making up his mind. With a smirk he grabbed his own shot and clinked it against hers, he would indulge her, at least until she got to drunk.

Seven shots later and he was beginning to feel it, so he was confused as to how she was still going strong, and she was half his size! "You got some secret place you're storing all this booze?" His words were a bit slurred but he was still coherent.

She gave a grin, leaning into his side, a flush on her cheeks. Oh yeah, she was feeling it but she would not back down! "N-nope, just really good at holding my booze. I guess." She inhaled his scent and closed her eyes, he smelt of wood, the forest...it made her feel warm.

She downed another shot.

He blinked, gazing down at her face, her eyes were closed and she was warm. Her scent wafted into his nostrils and he gave a small shudder, she smelt pure...like sakura blossoms...it was pleasing.

He glanced at the bar tender and could tell from the look they were getting that they were going to be asked to leave soon, they had pretty much drained his alcohol supply. With one hand he dug in his pocket and pulled out some money, courtesy of the Yashida corporation, and laid it down. His other arm was supporting a now drunk Kagome.

He stood up and she sagged against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Woah there, come on Kagome, let's get you home." They had barely made it out of the bar when she tripped on her feet and giggled as she slid down his body.

He grit his teeth, loving the way her breasts felt against his arm, he pushed the dirty thoughts away, in his defense it had been years since he had sex so yes he was pent up, and crouched down in front of her.

"Get on, you're too drunk to walk." She giggled and she settled in on his back, in an almost loving way. With a grunt he stood up, his hands under her thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Which way's home?" He highly doubted his hosts would be happy with him bringing home a drunk woman.

Kagome pressed herself into his strong back and let out a content rumble, how she missed this... It took a moment for his question to sink in, a voice in the back of her head told her she had overdone it, and she pointed down the street.

"That way, two blocks...apartment B." She lowered her arm again and snuggled closer to Logan, loving the way his scent and warmth washed over her.

It took him five minutes to get to her apartment and another five to get her to find her keys so they could get in. Once inside he set her down on her couch and gave a grin as she groaned.

"Noo, stay with me." She grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to him with strength he was not expecting from her tiny body, then again he was still semi drunk. Not 'the world is spinning drunk' but more along the lines of 'I have a nice buzz borderline drunk'.

It also made his blood rush as she cuddled into him, her body pressed against his. Her scent and warmth seeping into him, it felt nice. He hadn't realized how much he had missed human contact. After Jean he had just shut down, shut himself down.

This, this felt nice and while he would always love Jean he was a man, and Kagome was a woman. So soft, sweet smelling, so warm...

He sighed and threw caution to the wind, he was so tired of holding back...hiding...not living...

Their lips met in warm passionate kisses, tongues met and played, hands roamed and moans left her bruised lips as she clung to him, her body on fire. Her dress was ripped from her body, revealing matching black bra and panties, his shirt followed.

He shivered as she raked dull fingernails over his chest, they were not going to make love, no they were going to have hot drunk passionate sex. Rough, kinky, and mind blowing. He suckled on her pulse point, his hands fumbling to undo her bra, how he wanted to just use his claws to shred it but he knew that would scare her.

After he fumbled the third time he sat back and was about to ask her to sit up when he realized she had fallen asleep. He groaned, his hard on straining against his jeans as he gazed down at her sleeping face. There was no way he could keep going, not now.

"Fuck." Oh he wanted to, sooo bad. But he wasn't that kind of a man, with a grumble he pulled his shirt back on and was about to get up and leave yet she reached out and grabbed his hand. Bleary blue eyes gazed up at him. "Stay, please? We can still...you know..." Her voice was slurred, she was fighting her sleep, trying so hard to fight off the alcohol's calming effect.

He sighed, the way she looked at him, it was like she was begging him not to leave, like she didn't want to be alone. And yes, he knew deep down he could have been projecting his own buried feelings onto her yet he didn't care.

With a sigh he sat down on the couch, gathering her up in his arms and laid down with her on top of him. She placed a sleepy kiss to his chest and he ran a hand through her hair. "Just sleep Kagome, we can continue this in the morning, if you want to. For now sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." He pressed a light kiss to her forehead, he had not expected to end up like this when he and agreed to come to Japan but oh well.

He rolled with the punches, and to be honest maybe this was what he needed. He was so tired...so alone... Without Jean he felt his life had lost all meaning. He was living but not alive. Not until tonight, he hadn't felt this way in so long. He knew it wasn't just pent up desires, she had touched something him, something he thought had died with Jean and he knew, just knew that if he spent more time with her that maybe, just maybe she could ignite the spark she had created tonight.

If anything he at least had a new drinking buddy and an excuse not to go back to the Yashida compound, at least not tonight.