Chapter One:
The Lost Child
Professor Charles Xavier, original founder and owner of the Xavier Institute for the Gifted, was sitting outside a Shinto Shrine of Kyoto Japan with an umbrella over his head to protect himself from the unforgiving rain. Logan, one of his first pupils and long time companion, stood beside him holding the umbrella. The both were wrapped around in warm jackets, Logan's hair was slightly, but not fully, wet from stepping out from the car.
Charles Xavier was a mutant with the abilities of telepathy and limited telekenisis. Logan, also a mutant, was capable of healing factor, he also has very keen sences, and added adamantium claws.
A man was hugging a, what to seem, small package in his arms covered by a burgundy colored over coat. The man carrying the package was wearing the traditional Shinto Buddhist uniform of a white under shirt covered by an orange sari, his head shaved completely, jade beads on two long strings were wrapped around his right shoulder for good luck and a sign of purity.
As the man got closer to the Professor, the package didn't seem as it appeared. It looked like a small child was wrapped around in the over coat, the child's face concealed by the coat's hood, in the man's other hand he had a normal size duffel bag made completely out of cotton and dyed half white and half black. He got to Charles gasping for the air around him, water slid off his sleek head that was strangely cut in the same fashion of Charles, bald.
"Yoshiko..." The man whispered to the child in his arms in the child's original language, Japanese, "This is Professor Xavier, he's a nice man and he has agreed to help raise you... I want you to be a good girl, and show the same respect you have shown all of us at the Temple."
The little girl in his arms shivered and looked up at him, her left eye's iris was darker then night it's self and it's pupil shone white light. Her right eye's iris bore out white radiance, and the center matching the other eye's darkness. Her bangs seemed to be cut in the middle and slip into two different colors of black and white rimed around her face like a halo, her face was a rosy pink from the clod rain... her eyes screamed pain, they almost seemed to dig into the depths of the soul it stared at... she gave a small whimper before she was placed onto the Professor's lap.
"It's all right... I'll come see you in the summer..." He brushed back her bangs and placed a warm and forgiving kiss on her cold forehead, he looked up at Charles, "Thank you Professor..."
"It's my honor to except such a precious jewel to our Institute Dekua-chan," Charles gave a small bow with his head as his arms wrapped safely around the little girl's body, he held the priceless gift securely but not crushingly, "You are welcomed to visit her anytime of the year Dekua."
"This is her favorite doll..." Dekua completely disregarded the invitation, "She won't leave, anywhere! Without it, and here are her clothes, it's not much but they fit her perfectly and they never seem to out grow her."
Dekua handed Logan the black and white duffel bag to him and pulled out a doll from his pocket. The doll was also cut in the middle with two colors of black and white. One side's hand had claws that seemed jagged and not safe for such a young child, it's crazy black hair frizzed every which way and it's eye glared and scowled. The other half, was white, just white. It had no claws, it had no hair, it didn't even had an eye to scowl with. Dekua placed it in Yoshiko's out stretched hands, he patted her on the head fondly.
"Be good Yoshiko, lean all you can from them..." Dekua took one more glance at Yoshiko before turning around and running away again back to whence he came.
Charles looked up at Logan and gave a small smile, he spoke in his tongue of English, probably confusing the child in his arms.
"I guess your going to have to learn Japanese Logan," Charles's wheel chair turned around, he's been crippled since birth and wheel chair ridden since he was five.
"Do you think the kid will fit in?" Logan and the two walked back across the street to the cab that they had gotten, "She is youngest now in the Institute, how can she go to the same school? She can't speak English, and even if she could, no one will be able to watch her back at the school in case."
"We're going to home school, Mr. McCoy knows Japanese so he'll be teaching her most of her classes and I'll teach her the rest." Logan opened the door for him, "Once Yoshiko here settles in she'll fit in fine, I'm sure Kitty and Evan will be happy to hear they're no longer the youngest anymore."
Putting Charles' wheel chair in the trunk of the car, Logan closed the door locking Yoshiko and him in. Forever changing lives, and dramatically changing her own in so many ways then one.