I'd like to thank all those who reviewed, but since my computer crashed, I lost all the e-mailed reviews. Sorry. Now I do remember reading that I didn't tell what happened to Ororo and how could she let Logan rage about. Ooops, kind of got carried away with Wolvie and forgot about Stormy *hides* sorry. But I will include an explanation for everything in this chapter. My computer is now fixed (hallelujah) and I can update again!! ^_^
Author's Note: I have no idea how to write heavily accented Japanese English.
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Ororo looked out the window. It had been a few hours since she had woken up, but she couldn't find Logan. It was rather frustrating, as she still didn't have the first clue as to what to give him.
Giving a sigh of frustration, she turned away from the window and went downstairs to the kitchen. Taped to the refrigerator door was the list. When something ran out, the students were suppose to write the item needed down on the list.
The list had been started by Scott when Ororo had forgotten to buy him his cereal. This was still when she was trying to adjust to grocery shopping for such a large group of people. Naturally she had made a mistake.
At the time, she had felt like crying, as she had never made such a mistake (she usually had a very good memory) and she had been buying that cereal for Scott for quite sometime.
Scott had suggested the list, and for that, Ororo would forever be grateful for. It took a let less time to shop with the list.
Picking up the list, Ororo drove to the local grocery store, all the while raking her brain for a gift that would please Logan.
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Looking at the ice cream in front of her, Ororo didn't know if she should laugh or cry. She opted to shake her head and drop the thing into the cart.
The ice cream was a sore reminder of last night, and yet another ruined shirt.
She had decided that eating a bowl of ice cream for desert was the thing needed to end the evening. Unfortunately, Jamie had decided at that particular moment to barrel into her. While she had kept her balance and the ice cream had stayed in her bowl, when she had turned towards Jamie to scold him for running in the buffet, Amara also had ran up to her, following Jamie, and had accidentally pushed Ororo's hand so that the vanilla ice cream spilled straight onto Ororo's shirt.
Ororo had felt the anger boil up in her (as well as her embarrassment) and had been glad that Logan took over the situation (no matter how loudly he did it) before she did something stupid like call a thunderstorm in the middle of the buffet.
Hank had wanted her to speak to Logan about his behavior, but she had stopped him with a touch on his arm and shake of her head.
Ororo was startled out of her trip down memory lane by laughter from two boys who were standing near by.
"And they don't know about it?" Said the taller one.
"Nope, not a freaking clue. They think its fake." Said the shorter one.
Ororo was about to walk away, but the next words gave her pause.
"So it's really a genuine ceremonial dagger?" asked the taller one.
"Yup. Well it's more like a sai. You know, like the one that Jennifer Garner chick had in the movie Daredevil?"
"Who?"
"You know, Elekra, the hot one."
"Oh yeah. She was hot."
Ignoring the rest of the conversation, Ororo smiled as an idea came to her.
A ceremonial dagger…Her smile grew larger.
Yes, I do believe that Logan would enjoy that…****
Humming softly to herself, she put away the groceries in their correct places. When she finished, she went to the cabinet under the phone in the kitchen and got out the Yellow Pages for New York. Finding a weapons store proved harder than she had anticipated as most of them sold guns only. It was by pure luck that led her to stumble upon a little Japanese shop that sold, among other things, ceremonial daggers.
Well, I hope Logan does not harbor any ill feelings for Japanese culture.
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The shop was small, but cozy. It smelled of jasmine, but only faintly.
Ororo went straight to the register.
"May I help you?" The voice was pleasant, but heavily accented. The woman herself was short, shorter than Logan, thin, and old.
"Yes, I would like to purchase a ceremonial dagger."
"Ah! We have three."
Producing a ring of keys, the cashier started muttering, most likely in Japanese, until she came to the right one. The elder woman almost waddled to the far end of the counter. Opening a case that was partially hidden to the left, the cashier produced three ordainment daggers. She waddled back to where Ororo stood, and set them down in front of Ororo.
The first one was simple, but larger than the other two. The sheath was sleek and elegant. A single red gem adored the silver colored handle, while a red tassel hang from it.
The second was more elaborate. The handle's head was decorated with a silver wolf's head in the process of snarling. The sheath had a similar replica, only enlarged.
It was the third one that had at first caught Ororo's eye. Unlike the first two silver blades, this one was completely green. Made out of jade most likely. It featured a dragonhead for its handle. The rest of the body was wrapped around the length of the dagger with such detail that it was breathtaking. It was rather hard to distinguish where the sheath ended and the handle began.
"You like?"
"Umh." Ororo said absentmindedly.
The dragon is so beautiful. And yet I do not believe Logan would enjoy something so elaborate. The wolf one is more closer to his namesake, wolverine. I believe that the one with the red gem would more suit him. Simple, but deadly. Yet tassel? Tassel? I am sure that if he were a cat, he'd enjoy playing with it, but Logan…he'd make a cute kitty.
Ororo gave an inward chuckle at the thought. And fought hard to suppress the grin that threaten to overtake her.
I guess the wolf one it is.
"That one." Ororo pointed to the dagger with the wolf handle.
"Ah! Good choice." Picking up the three daggers, the cashier waddled back to the partially hidden display case and deposited the rejected daggers, before ringing up the chosen one.
Paying the price, Ororo gave a kind smile and a pleasant thank you before leaving the shop.
On the drive home, Ororo's mind filled with doubt.
I do hope that the students don't feel jealous of my more expensive gift for Logan…and what if they get the wrong idea about the friendship between the two of us? Why, they would never leave us alone, and heaven help me if Kitty ever gets in her mind that the two of us need 'setting up'. Goddess that would be a disaster! ……Yet I know Logan will enjoy his gift. Perhaps I should hide the dagger in the basket. Yes that seems like a sensible idea. They will all think that since each and every one of them is getting the same basket, Logan will not be different.
Releasing a sight of relief at a potential disaster hopefully avoided, Ororo let the weather reflect her disposition.
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I would write more, but I've been getting a surprisingly large amount of reviews that demand for (well in all honesty, my other fic), and I have promised myself to update simultaneously both my stories. Unfortunately, all future updates will be later up than usual for me because of the huge amount of homework that teachers are piling up. But Good News, I will never give up this fic. In other words, I will update eventually.
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