I DO NOT OWN LOGAN.
Laura's P.O.V.
Once we arrive in Japan, Yukio, Dad, and I get into a sleek black car with tainted windows and drive off. I sit in the middle while dad sits on my left and Yukio sits on my right. I haven't the slightest idea how I'm going to kill Yashida, I'm sure that the place is heavily guarded and so it's going to be extra hard to get in there. I'm gonna have to do it late at night, when everyone is asleep. And I'm going to have to do it tonight, because if my calculations are correct, Yashida's supposed to "die" tonight.
As I'm thinking about this, Dad rolls his windows down and looks out into the beautiful sights of Japan, while Yukio is on her phone. I sit back in my seat and take a deep breath. I'm so exhausted with all of this. I wish I had a normal life, with a mom and a dad and friends. Where all I had to worry about is school and homework and boys. But instead I'm a mutant who has metal claws that come out of my knuckles and feet, with a body count that's higher than H.H. Holmes's, and no parents.
"Master Yashida is not well tonight," Yukio tells us. This is not a surprise to me, but Dad looks over at Yukio for a moment, before going back to looking out the window.
After a little bit, we drive through a secure-looking gate and the car we are in pulls to a stop. The three of us step out of the car and are met by a bunch of men in black suits and guns.
"Why do they have guns?" Dad wonders as we made our way towards a building.
"There have been attacks," Yukio answers. "Attempted kidnappings. Attempted assassinations." Dad frowns a little bit, and looks down at me for a moment, like I could be the one who had tried to assassinate Yashida in the past. Never mind the fact that I'll being trying to assassinate him tonight.
"By who?" he asks, looking back at Yukio.
"The Japanese mob." She says something else that I'm not able to make out just as we reach the doorway. The men let Yukio pass, but when Dad tries to pass, they stop him and start checking him over with metal detectors. And, of course, the metal detectors go off, beeping wildly as they pick up the adamantium that coats his bones. Yukio says something to the men, and they let him go.
"Hip replacement," Dad says as he moves on. Then the men move on to me. My heart is beating wildly as the metal detectors will pick up the adamantium claws in my hands and feet. How am I going to explain why the metal detectors are going off only on my hands and feet? I step up and the men quickly run the metal detectors over my body, nothing happens as they scan my torso and legs, but once they reach my forearms and feet, the things go wild, just like they did with Dad.
I look over at Yukio and Dad and see them share a confused and curious look. Are they going to help me or they going to just stand there?
Yukio says something to the men in Japanese, and the men reluctantly let me pass. As I walk up to the two, they both look at me, expecting an explanation.
"Don't ask," I tell them. They don't move, so I sigh heavily. "It's a part of my mutation, okay?" I avoid eye contact with the both of them, and refuse to say anything else. Finally, after a few moments, I see Yukio nod, and she turns around and we walk down a hallway.
Yukio leads us into a waiting room type area that has a small tree sitting in the middle of the room. Dad and I sit on a wooden bench while Yukio gets cleaned up. I look around at the amazing artwork, wondering how someone could possibly create something so beautiful.
"So, what's the deal with you, anyway?" Dad asks me after a moment alone. I look up at him.
"What do you mean?" I mutter as I fumble with the dog tags that are around my neck.
"Why did the metal detectors go off when they went over your arms?" I look into his light brown eyes and debate on what to tell him.
"It's complicated." That's all I say, and I turn my attention to two guys in black clothing and masks fighting with long sticks. Whoever it is behind the mask, he's good at fighting.
"What do you mean, "It's complicated?"" I sigh.
"Let's just say, you and I have more in common than you know." He's about to say something when Yukio appears. She looks to be freshly showered with her red hair in a bun. She's wearing a kimono, which is something that I never thought I'd see someone wearing that in this century. But then again, I have no idea what the hell people wear in different countries around the world.
"Hey, this way," she calls to us. Dad and I stand up and Dad looks over to the fighting men.
"Who's that?" he asks Yukio, nodding toward the black figures. One of them—the victorious one—takes off his helmet to reveal an Asian man in his fifties.
"Master Yashida's son," Yukio answers.
"He's good."
"He's alright." Once more she gestures for us to follow her. As we walk down a hallway, Dad looks over Yukio's new attire.
"What happened to the badass in boots?" he wants to know. Yukio shrugs.
"Master Yashida is traditional. One eye on the past and the other on the future." At that moment, we come to a large door with dragons carved into the wood. Yukio opens the door to reveal a large room with a bunch of high tech medical equipment in it. In the center of the room, on a metal bed, lays an elderly Asian man who looks like he's dying. That must be Yashida. I look around the hallway and see that there are security cameras in some places. I'll have to watch out for those when I come here later tonight.
Next to the bed, sits a young Asian woman who looks to be Yukio's age, with a pretty face and a thin frame. The woman is holding the hand of Yashida.
"That's Mariko, his granddaughter," Yukio informs us. Visibly upset, Mariko stands up and walks away, knocking over something in the process. Mariko walks past us, and Yukio stops her. They speak to each other in Japanese for a moment, then Yukio hugs Mariko, and Mariko seems to be crying. When they pull back, Mariko looks over at me and Dad, then back at Yukio. They talk for a few moments more, then Mariko leaves.
After that, Yukio leads Dad and I to a room where two older women wait by a square tub filled with hot water. I frown for a moment, then I understand what's going on, and smile.
"They're going to disinfect you," Yukio tells Dad. He frowns deeply. "Give you a shave." Dad looks totally against it, most likely preferring to look like a homeless person.
"Like hell they are," he growls, and goes to leave, but Yukio stops him.
"Get in the tub," she orders. Dad seems to have no intention to listen, because he goes to leave again, but Yukio pulls a knife on him. She looks a little amused.
"Get in the tub," she commands again with a little more force. Dad looks at me for a moment, and I try to hide my smile. He looks at the knife and back at Yukio, his eyebrows raised.
"Really?" he asks. She raises her eyebrows back at him, and he sighs. Sixty seconds later, we're leaving Dad behind to be "disinfected", and Yukio leads me across the hall to an identical room.
"Me, too?" I ask her, surprised. I'm not THAT dirty. Not like Dad is. So why do I have to take a bath? Yukio nods.
"Just to clean you up so you can be presentable to Master Yashida. He won't react well to see you with greasy hair, and dirty clothes." I close my eyes, not finding Yukio funny anymore.
"Fine," I grumble. She smiles and leaves the room. The women in the room have me take my clothes and book bag off and climb into the tub. The water is deliciously hot, and makes me sigh. I dunk my head under the water and come back up. The women then start scrubbing at me, trying to make small talk, but I pretend to not know much English, and that gets them to shut up. When they finish washing my hair and body, and shaving my legs and underarms, they hand me a robe. I get out of the tub and wrap the robe around myself. They then lead me to a chair, and as soon as I sit down, they start chopping away at my hair.
"Hey! What they hell are you doing to my hair?" I ask, forgetting about what I had told them earlier. They don't seem to take offense at my reveal.
"We trim your hair," one of them tells me. I frown.
"But my hair doesn't need to be trimmed!" I complain. I try to get up, but they push me back down. Without thinking, I unsheathe the claws on my hands and point them at the women. Jesus, don't they know anything about personal space and respecting that I don't want my hair cut?
It's only when I look at the women's petrified faces that the annoyance drains out of me. I retract my claws and take a deep breath.
"I'm sorry. I just really wanted to grow my hair out, but now I won't be able to do that. I'd have appreciated if you had asked me first." The women look hesitant to keep working on me. "I promise I won't hurt you. And I'd appreciate if you guys didn't say anything about what happened." After a moment, the women go back to work.
They only cut my hair a little bit. When they are done, my hair goes to my shoulder blades. When they hand me a pile of clothes and leave me alone to get dressed.
I get dressed in the clothes that the women gave me. It consisted of a pair of jeans with a gray t-shirt that has some sort of unicorn under a rainbow on it, and a jean jacket with a pair of new converse sneakers.
I meet up with Yukio at the same time Dad does, and I have to say that those women did an amazing job. His hair is cut short, and his beard and mustache is freshly cut, and he has on clean clothes.
As we start to walk back to Yashida's room, Yukio looks up at Dad and smiles.
"What?" he grumbles. Yukio doesn't answer at first, she just kept smiling. "What?" he demands again.
"You look nice," she tells him. I smile at that comment, because he does look nice.
"I feel violated." It takes all of my willpower not to burst out laughing at that comment. I can't tell if he's being serious of if he's joking. I shake my head at my father's overreaction as we enter Yashida's room.
A/N: What did you guys think? Please review!
~Gina