I DO NOT OWN LOGAN.
Laura's P.O.V.
The second we ender Yashida's room, Yukio slips on a surgical mask that you usually see doctors wear when they are preforming surgery. Dad doesn't need one, obviously, because he doesn't get sick. Yukio offers me one, but I shake my head and she gives me a look as she throws it into the trash.
As we come to a stop beside Yashida's bed, a beautiful blonde woman comes into view wearing glasses and a similar mask as Yukio. This must be Viper, the puta who will help Yashida fake his own death and extract Dad's immortality. We watch as she passes us while writing something on a clipboard.
Then we spot Yashida, who looks to be deteriorating by the second. His eyes have deep, dark circles under them, his cheeks are sunken in and his body looks brittle. When he sees Dad, he sits up a little bit.
"You look the same," he croaks. "But then, that is no surprise." He glances at Viper. "Leave us, please." She looks at each one of us and sighs.
"Five minutes, no more," she orders and walks out. Dad raises his eyebrows at Yashida.
"My oncologist," Yashida explains. Jeez, I wonder how that happened.
"Well done," Dad congratulates. I roll my eyes. Of course, he'd say that. Yukio comes up beside Yashida and helps him drink some liquid from a small white bowl.
I take a second to glance around the room. There are screens around the room that show x-rays of Yashida's heart. Floating around his heart looks to be two small squid type things. What the hell are they? They don't look natural. On a table in one corner of the room sits two beakers filled with water. In the water are two metal squid type things that look eerily similar to the things inside Yashida.
Dad doesn't seem too interested in this, though. He's looking at an old-looking painting.
"The painting is from the village of my birth," Yashida tells us. "It depicts the bravery and skill of the Black Clan." Dad furrows his eyebrows at Yashida, clearly confused. "Ninja Warriors," Yashida clarifies. He then looks over to me.
"Who's this?" he asks with curiousness. I figure that since he won't be alive in a few hours, that it wouldn't do any harm to tell him my name.
"Laura," I answer.
"We met her on our way here," Yukio tells Yashida. "She is also a mutant." Yashida raises his eyebrows with excitement.
"A mutant! How exciting! What is it that you can do?" I give him a death glare as I answer.
"You'll find out soon enough," I tell him, which I think is pushing my luck a little. There's an awkwardness that hangs in the air after that, but fortunately Yashida decides to ignore the comment. He coughs and looks at Dad.
"Is this your daughter, Logan?" he asks Dad… which causes me to choke on my own spit. I launch into a coughing fit that doesn't seem to want to calm down. That comment honestly surprised me so much that for a second I think that Yashida is on to me and what I'm planning. But then I remember that there's no possible way he could know. But the question still catches me off guard.
Yashida, Dad, and Yukio all stare at me with a mixture of confusion and concern on their faces. Well… Dad just looks confused. I give one more final cough and finally relax.
"Um… I'm, uh… gonna wait outside," I tell them. I slip out from the door I came in and lean against the wall. I bury my hands in my face as I slip down the wall and into a sitting position.
God, Laura. When did you let yourself get like this? When I was eleven, I would have never lost my cool like that. I would have kept a straight face and waited until it was time to strike. I just hope I don't completely screw this up.
Later that night, I'm in my own room, sitting on the bed while waiting for the perfect time to strike. I'm eating some of the food that was provided to me. A fish dish with rice. A woman named Leesa called it sushi. I've never had sushi before, and find that the smell repulses me. But I'd like to think that I'm the kind of girl to try everything when it comes to food, so I take a bite… and immediately spit it out. It's official, I hate fish. I guess I'll go hungry tonight, which sucks.
I sigh as I set my tray of food on the table beside the bed and look at the clock. It's currently eight-thirty. I'll give it an hour before I put my plan into motion.
There's a knock on the door just as I sit down on the bed.
"Come in," I call out. The door slides over and Yukio steps into the room. She walks over to the bed and sits down without saying a word. She looks at me through narrowed and suspicious eyes.
"Who are you?" she asks. "Who are you, really? And don't say that you're just someone that Logan's friend sent. I believe it's more than that. I believe you're hiding something." I look at her for a few minutes before I'm able to answer. I know that I can trust her. In another life, she saved my dad's life. But I can't tell her everything, because she doesn't trust me. I sigh.
"I'm from the future," I tell her. "From the year two-thousand thirty-four. I'm here, because I need to change the future." I get up and go to a mirror. I look into my own brown eyes and see a girl who has so much fire in her, but at the same time is tired. I pull my hair into a ponytail, leaving my bangs hanging partially in my eyes. Having my hair up makes me look even younger, but I don't care. I don't need my hair hanging in my face tonight. "A future in which Wolverine dies." I look at Yukio through the mirror and see her shock. She goes to speak, but I cut her off.
"Not the kind of death that you're seeing. I doubt you could have seen this coming."
"I see him dying on the ground, surrounded by blood, holding his heart in his hand," she tells me. My heart skips a beat as look away from the mirror and towards her.
"I stand corrected. He does die like that. But it's not as soon as you think. It won't happen for another sixteen years or so. And the part about him with his heart in his hand? It's was metaphorical, not literal." I meet her eyes, and an understanding passes between us.
I then decide that I don't need to wait another hour, and I'll take my chances going a little early. I mean, Yashida is old and sick, so he's most likely going to go to bed early.
"That's all you need to know for now. I have something to take care of," I tell her. I start to walk out the door, but Yukio stops me.
"What are you going to do?" she asks me.
"The less you know the better." I rip my arm from her grasp and walk away.
I steal a too big jacket that has a hood from a store, because I'm most positive that there are cameras in Yashida's room. I pass by several guards on my way to his room, and the pass by me with only a glance, not paying me too much attention.
In front of the door leading to Yashida's room are two armed guards and I hide behind a wall so I can ready myself. I put the jacket on and pull the hood up so that it covers most of my face. I take a few deep breaths and come out from my hiding place and start fast walking towards the guards.
They draw their guns on me when they see me because… well… because I look completely sketchy. But before they can shoot at me, I pounce. I jump on top of the first guy with speed that surprises even me. I don't stab him, that'd leave too much evidence behind that might lead back to Dad.
I wrap my legs around his waist and throw my body backwards, flipping him over me and onto the floor. I take that moment to twist his head so far that I hear a snap and the man goes limp. I'm lifted off the ground by the other man and he slams me into the wall. I groan a little bit, but manage to headbutt the man in the face so hard that he crumples to the ground in agony. I get a little dizzy from it, but I recover a lot sooner than the guy, who is trying to keep the blood that is pouring out of his nose from getting into his mouth. I quickly snap his neck and hide their bodies in an old broom closet, then clean up the blood with the man's jacket and throw it in the closet with them.
When I enter Yashida's room, the lights are dimmed and there are no doctors. But there are cameras like I suspected. And Yashida is sleeping on the bed, he looks like he's dead. I slowly walk towards the bed, and come to a stop beside him.
If I didn't know what he is planning, I would feel sad for him. The sickness he suffers from is slowly killing him. He's slowly suffering. But I know what he's planning. He wants to defy all the laws of nature, and take away my father's immortality and transfer it into himself, so that he can live forever, so he never loses his power over the people of Japan.
And I know my father wants to die. He's lived a long time. He's endured so much pain and war and loss that he just wants to die already. But I saw something in his eyes as he died. I don't think Dad wanted to leave me. I kind of think that he wanted more time with me. Or… maybe not. Maybe I'm just full of myself and Dad did want to die in that moment and was okay with never seeing me again. But who knows?
The fact that this is the man that is partly responsible for the loss of my dad, makes me sick to my stomach. And all that sadness for him turns to anger. Let's get this over with, I tell myself. I look around the room and spot a scalpel on a metal tray. I can't use my claws, but I can use a scalpel. I pick the scalpel up and come to a stop beside him. But before I can kill him, his voice rings through the room.
"Why are you doing this?" he asks me. "I bet you barely know him. So why are you risking your life by doing this for him?" the anger that is flooding through me worsens and I grit my teeth.
"You would do anything to keep your granddaughter safe, yes?" I ask him. I take his silence as an answer. "Well, I intend to do the same for my father." I plunge the scalpel into his neck. He tries to scream, but the only sound that comes out of his mouth is a distressed groan. I plunge the scalpel into his neck two more times for good measure. I listen closely for a heartbeat, and when I don't hear any except my own, I give a sigh of relief. I can't believe I pulled this off. I put the scalpel back on the table and leave the room. I know that any fingerprints they may find in the room will be useless as I have not technically been born yet, so my prints wouldn't be in any type of system they have.
I walk back to my room and take a shower, washing the blood from my hands. After I get dressed in a pair of sweats and a shirt, I throw away the clothes that I was previously wearing, and just as I'm about to crawl back into bed, the door to my room flies open and Yukio and Dad barge in.
"Master Yashida is dead," Yukio cries. "He's been murdered." I feign surprise.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," I tell her. She turns her angry eyes on me.
"I know it was you. You were gone this entire time, and you said that the less I knew the better. Why did you kill him!?"
"Because if I didn't kill him, he'd kill my dad." Dad frowns.
"Kill your dad?" he asks.
"He doesn't actually kill him, but he'll do something to my father that will lead to his death."
"And how would you know that?"
"Because I'm from the future."
"Bullshit. Time travel doesn't exist." I snort.
"You can shoot metal claws out of your knuckles and Yukio can see the death of everybody she meets, and you're telling me that time travel doesn't exist?" He doesn't have anything to say about that.
"Who is your dad, anyway?" I look away from him and towards the wall. I am unable to meet his eyes. If I do, I'll break down in tears.
"It doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that I saved his life. If I had to kill an old man who was already dying in the first place, I was willing to do that." I turn and look intently into Yukio's eyes. She looks at Dad with sad eyes, knowing that I'm right. She knew that Yashida was minutes away from death, anyway. And she trusts Logan with her life, and because I'm Logan's daughter, she knows that she can trust me too.
A/N: What did you guys think? Please review!
~Gina