I DO NOT OWN LOGAN.
Laura's P.O.V.
For the funeral, I must get dressed up in all black. I'm wearing black slacks with a black blouse, because I downright refused to wear a skirt or dress. My hair is hanging down around my face and I'm wearing a simple pair of black shoes. I can honestly say that wearing all this black is making me a little sad, not because of Yashida's death, but because the color black is always associated with darkness and depression. It reminds me of Dad's death… even though I wasn't wearing black back then.
Yukio, Dad and I step out of a black car, and the first thing I notice are the hordes of reporters gathered around. Jeez, can't they let anything be private anymore?
The three of us make our way through the hundreds of people gathered around, and walk up some steps and, for a moment, I see Dad give a confused look towards Viper, and she gives him a little cocky smirk that I don't like one bit. She glances towards me for a moment, and I bare my teeth at her as a warning, she stops smiling and looks away, and I feel smug as we get closer to our destination.
As we approach Yashida's son, I spot Mariko dressed in black, standing next to an Asian man around her age, who has a hand on her shoulder. He looks like the kind of guy who is controlling over women.
"Who's that with Mariko?" Dad asks. I can't tell if he sounds jealous or not. But then again, why would he be jealous?
"His name's Noburo Mori. Minister of justice, a rising star," Yukio tells him. "He's Mariko's fiancé." I frown. Mariko's engaged to that bobo? I wonder who arranged that. "You need to bow," she tells us as we approach the Yashida family.
When we reach Mariko's father, Yukio automatically bows, but Dad and I take a moment too long for Yukio's liking.
"Bow!" she commands quietly. Dad clears his throat, and the both of us bow, and Shingen bows back.
"Lord Shingen, this is Mister Logan," Yukio introduces.
"I know who he is," Shingen replies. He sounds tired, like he hasn't gotten enough sleep.
"Your father was a good man," Dad says, and I fight the urge to snort as that statement is the farthest thing from the truth.
"He would often say the same about you. But then he was always fascinated with your kind. Tell me, why do you think he sent Yukio to fetch you?" His face is accusing, though I don't know why.
"To say goodbye," Dad replies.
"Well now you have." The two of them don't break eye contact, which I find awkward. "Time for you to go back to your cave." That is so passive aggressive I don't know how Dad doesn't hit him.
Yukio then leads Dad and I away from Shingen, and onto the grass, out of the walkway.
"Anyone else you want me to meet?" Dad asks sarcastically. Yukio looks like she regrets the whole encounter. As some man sings a meditation sounding song, I look around at all the beautiful buildings. I can't believe that I get to experience this. The buildings aren't like anything I've ever seen before, and I find them so historical and beautiful.
I then watch as Shingen and a woman walk up and bow to a picture of Yashida. Then it's Mariko's turn. As Mariko begins to follow a man in an orange, yellow and white robe, I see Dad look at the man's hand, which is holding a beaded necklace of some sort. And I see it. The guy has a very noticeable tattoo on his left arm, which I find strange. And then I get the overwhelming feeling that something's about to go wrong.
Dad steps out from his place and starts walking towards Mariko.
"Logan!" Yukio calls, not quite sure about what's going on. Dad fast walks until he's by Mariko, and then he gently grabs her wrist, getting her attention.
"Hey," he says. "Something's not right." I walk up so that I'm right next to Dad. I want to be there just in case something goes wrong.
"Let go," Mariko commands, yanking her wrist from his grasp. She then turns around and continues to walk towards her grandfather's picture, and a man starts yelling commands in Japanese, probably for us to get back to where we belong. But Dad ignores them.
And as he begins to, once again, walk towards Mariko, it happens. As soon as I see the man reach for something under his robes, I throw myself in front of Dad, and a second later, I hear a gun shot, and feel a searing pain in my abdomen. Everyone in the crowd screams and starts to run away, and I can hear Dad trying to find out if I'm okay. But I don't need it. A moment later the pain is gone, and it is replaced by anger. With Dad, Yukio, and Viper watching, I unsheathe my claws. I then slice the man's arm clean off with the claws on my left hand, and dig the claw on my right hand into his chest. I rip my claws out, and look back at Dad, who is looking at me in shock. All the blood has drained from his face. He finally knows who I truly am… I think.
Whatever, we can discuss it later, right now we must fight. I'm about to turn away from him, when another gunshot rings out, and hits Dad in the back. The blow seems to knock everything out of him, because he goes down on one knee and I can see blood seeping through his shirt. My heart skips a beat as I am hit with flashbacks of the Wolverine I know from the future. The one who can't heal as fast as he used to. What the hell? I did everything I was supposed to! I killed Yashida to make sure Dad keeps his immortality. So what the hell is wrong? I'm cut off by a scream from behind me. As I watch Yukio kick ass, I'm lifted off my feet by a man with a strong grip. I scream loudly, not liking when people man-handle me. I feel the barrel of a gun against my skull as the man prepares to pull the trigger.
As Dad slowly stands up from his position, probably recovering from the bullet wound, I unsheathe the claw on my left foot, and throw my leg up, the spike driving through his neck. I hear his screams become muffled by blood as he lets me go and falls to the ground, dead.
"Who are you?" he asks. I stab another man who is heading in our direction. Then I look Dad straight into Dad's eyes.
"I'm your daughter." Dad kills another guy and his mouth drops open, as if he can't believe what he's hearing.
"We can talk about this later! We're a little busy right now!" I shout at him. I then go on a killing spree. I use my training in gymnastics—curtesy of Transigen—to take out several of my opponents at a time. I do flips and several in-air roundhouse kicks while my foot claws are out. I find that I'm having fun while fighting. My entire life I was raised to fight, and I fought for my entire life, and for the three or so years that I didn't have to defend myself, I lost myself… who I really am. Which is sad that who I really am is someone who can kill without hesitation, but you take what you can get.
When the men stop coming at me, I'm able to look around, and I see Viper with her phone out, recording Dad… with her back to me. I see that as my chance to strike.
I run towards her, and without warning, I lash out and slash at her neck. At first, nothing happens. Then her head falls from her body, and her body falls limp to the ground. I smash her phone to pieces before leaving to find Dad.
I manage to follow Dad's scent to a train station. And I only have time to step on the train before the door closes and we are off.
I take a minute to catch my breath and then I'm hit from the right. I recover with just enough time to see that some of the men had followed us onto the train. I can't catch a break, can I?
I manage to stab one of the guys, but not enough to kill him, unfortunately. I stab him again, and as he falls to the ground, another man grabs me from behind while the other guys punch and stab me in the abdomen and chest. I scream out in frustration and anger, but the man who's got ahold of me puts his hand over my mouth. Big mistake.
I bite his forefinger so hard that I start to taste blood, but I don't let go. The man screams and that's when Dad bursts through the door. But even then, I don't let go. I take the man's finger clean off, and spit it out. I turn around to see the man's finger gushing blood, and I slit his throat before he realizes what's happening.
At that moment, Dad joins in. He has a harder time fighting the men due to his injuries, and the sight of him wounded and fighting even though he's hurt causes flashbacks that makes me stumble for a moment. It's like he's dying on me all over again. It causes my heart to flutter in my chest with worry and panic. But those feelings are quickly overshadowed by my survival instincts.
Dad ends up going out the side of the train with a couple of the men, and I finish up the two guys I had been fighting with. After that, I walk through the door to the train's cabin, where Mariko is sitting, obliviously listening to music. People look up at my bloody appearance, alarmed, but I don't pay much attention to them. I run over to Mariko and shake her. She looks up at me, surprised, and takes out her earbuds.
"What happened?" she asks me. Dad saddles up next to me, looking exhausted and bloody.
"We have to go," he states just as the train stops. Mariko quickly stands up, and the two of us follow Dad out onto the street. After that, Mariko takes charge. She starts walking away from us. Dad notices and looks slightly annoyed. He starts following Mariko, and I train behind. Honestly, the only thing on my mind right now is the fact that Dad and I are going to have to talk about my identity sooner or later, and I'm scared that he might hate me enough to want to prevent my birth.
Eventually we come to a stop in a spot that is surrounded by tall buildings. Dad and Mariko bicker for a moment, then Dad asks,
"Where's the expensive part of town?" Mariko points to her right.
"That way," she tells him. He looks around for a split second, then points to a random motel on his right. That hotel is obviously on the crappy part of town.
"We'll stay there." Mariko looks hesitant, but both her and I follow him into the motel. When we enter, Dad asks the older woman at the desk if we could have two rooms right next to each other, but the woman shakes her head and starts speaking Japanese.
Mariko then tells us that the motel doesn't have any rooms right next to each other, and then we find out that the motel is usually meant for couples.
"Oh, God," I mutter under my breath. The atmosphere becomes awkward after that, mostly for Mariko and Dad, though I don't know why. We end up just getting one room to share. Though I'm not sure how that's gonna work. Though I don't really care. I've had to sleep in worse conditions than on the floor in a motel room.
Once we climb up to the room, I'm ready to collapse into the bed from exhaustion. I barely slept last night and I've had a very tiring day. But before I can, I remember the wounds the Dad has. Now that we're not being chased by bad guys, I allow myself to calm down.
"I'll stand watch," Dad says. He goes to walk out onto the small balcony, but I quickly grab ahold of his arm and drag him back to the bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" he grumbles. He sounds more confused than angry. I push him down on the bed and that's when I know how hurt he is. If he's not resisting—and let's be honest, Dad is totally the type of person who doesn't like to accept help—then he must not have the energy to do so.
"Take your shirt off," I order. Dad frowns, more confused than ever.
"What?"
"You're wounded and I need to look at your injuries. For me to do that, you need to take your shirt off." I look back at Mariko. "Can you go and see if the hotel has a first aid kit? Possibly even stuff for stitches." I know that the hotel having the stuff for stitches is a long-shot, but it never hurts to ask. Mariko, looking worried, nods and walks out of the room.
"She shouldn't go out there by herself," Dad grumbles and starts to get off the bed. I push him back onto the mattress.
"She'll be fine. Now, take your shirt off." Dad grimaces but does what he's told, wincing as the shirt is peeled off his tender wounds. The sight of his wounds takes me aback for a moment. Seeing my face, Dad scowls.
"You're able to bite a guy's finger clean off, and yet you can't handle seeing a few bullet wounds?"
"I can't handle seeing youlike this… it brings back bad memories," I tell him. I convince him to lay down on his back. And then we have to wait for Mariko to return before I can do anything else, such as remove the bullets.
"What memories? Until a few day ago, I didn't even know you exist." I bite my lip as I sit down next to him on the bed, with my legs folded under me. I can't force myself to look at him just yet.
"You know how I said that I'm from the future?" He nods. "Well, you wouldn't have any memories of me right now. Even when I'm alive, you wouldn't have memories of me. We don't meet until I'm eleven-years-old."
Mariko returns at that moment with a man and the woman who was at the front desk. She tells us that the man is the old woman's grandson, and that he is a veterinarian student and he can help Dad.
"Do they speak English?" I ask Mariko. She shakes her head.
"Very limited English. Just a few words like hello and goodbye. Why?" I take a deep breath.
"Can you give Logan and I a few moments alone to talk?" Mariko frowns and looks uncertain. "Please? It's important." The look on my face must have been pretty desperate because she nods.
"I'm going to see if I can get us some food." She turns and walks away. I sit back down on the bed. Dad winces as the vet pulls out a bullet from one of the holes.
"Alright," he says. "Start from the beginning."
A/N: What did you guys think? Please review!
~Gina