A/N - I have to apologize for the long time in between updates but fanfiction.net would not let me log in to upload for two weeks! But thank you everyone for your patience and very many thanks to all of you who were kind enough to take the time to review.

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Chapter Nine - Breakfast at Ororo's

When Ororo came out of the bathroom she was clad in a white silk kimono instead of the dress she'd chosen for the day. She hung her dress up then leapt onto her bed much to Logan's surprise and gave a squeal of delight.

"I just love having breakfast in bed, don't you?" She patted the empty space beside her and motioned for Logan to join her.

Logan's eyes were still wide with surprise but he obediently sat down on the small bed albeit quite gingerly. Ororo laughed.

"Vacation just isn't vacation if you can't eat breakfast in bed at least once, don't you think?"

"I dunno," Logan mumbled.

"Well, I suppose this isn't a vacation for you but I'm going to make the most of it. It's nice having a man in my bed," Ororo joked.

"I . . . maybe I should go," Logan stood up.

"Don't be silly, Logan," she reached over and pulled him back onto the bed. "I was just kidding."

"Yeah. I knew that."

"Relax," Ororo said as she climbed on top of him. She started unbuttoning his shirt but he reached up to stop her. "It's okay, I'll give you a massage while we're waiting for room service," she assured him.

"No! I don't think that's a good idea and the food should be here any minute."

"Suit yourself," Ororo said as she settled back on her side of the bed crossing her arms over her chest.

"You're in a strange mood all of a sudden," Logan noted.

"I don't know, maybe. I guess I feel a little closer to you now that you know."

"The eyes?"

She nodded. "And I like you," she said looking at him very seriously.

"I like you too," Logan said quietly.

There was a knock at the door and Ororo bounced up to open it. She was in a perfect state of rapture as she had the food laid out for them, half of it on the bed. She noticed Logan seemed to relax as he wolfed down a breakfast big enough for three men.

"This Jasmine tea is absolutely delicious," she raved after she'd added sugar and had a sip.

"Japanese green tea is probably the best there is," Logan said between mouthfuls.

"You must've lived here for some time to know so much about Japan, especially how to read and speak Japanese."

He shrugged and reached over to her plate but she slapped his hand away.

"Good grief, Logan you have enough food to feed an army! Leave mine alone!"

"Croissants look good."

"I'll order some for you," Ororo said but before she could reach for the phone it was already ringing.

"If that's the hotel they're good," Logan chuckled.

"Hello?" Ororo asked hesitantly. She was surprised to hear Jeans voice.

"Hi, Ororo, is everything okay?" Jean asked.

"Hi, everything's fine."

"And the Professor, how is . . .?"

"Will you stop that!" Ororo snapped and smacked Logan's hand away from her food yet again.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Logan laughed but he refrained from making another play for her croissants.

"Is everything alright?" Jean asked.

"Fine. Someone's just trying to steal my food," Ororo laughed.

"Is that Logan with you?"

"Yes."

"And you're having breakfast in your room?"

"The only way when you're on vacation."

"In-in bed?" Jean gasped; knowing Ororo especially delighted in breakfasting in bed when on vacation.

"Well . . . yes you know me but it's nothing like . . ."

"Tell who ever you're talking to, to get off so we can order some more of your rolls," Logan said impatiently.

"It's Jean," Ororo looked at Logan wondering if her news would phase him.

"Tell her I said hi and call back later."

"Um, Logan said hi."

"Oh. Well I hope you're both well."

"We're fine. How're things there?"

"Okay. Good. Well, don't want to keep you. I'll talk to you later."

Ororo looked at the phone, her face twisted in a deep frown. Jean hadn't even bothered to say good-bye. Wasn't Jean ever going to give Logan up so he could move on, she wondered? She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice when Logan filched a croissant.

"So this is how you spend your vacations?" He asked after he'd finished it off in three bites.

"If I can eat in bed, lie by the pool, and get in some sightseeing it's a good vacation."

"We'll have to do the pool later then."

They both looked up when they heard a knock at the door and saw Kurt's handsome blue face staring in at them.

"Sorry to disturb your breakfast," he laughed. "But the Professor has something for you Logan-another letter, this time from a mysterious voman!" Kurt opened the door and wheeled the Professor into the room.

Upon seeing Logan and Ororo eating what looked to be picnic on the bed Charles couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning, Ororo, Logan. It looks as if you've had a repast fit for a king . . . and a queen," he added with a chuckle.

Logan stood up and brushed off some crumbs trying to act nonchalant but the slight red tint to his face told the Professor he'd guessed right about Ororo's affect on the Wolverine. Logan retrieved the envelope from the Professor and looked it over. Everyone waited for him to tell them what was going on but when he finished reading the letter he simply pocketed it and headed to the door.

"Logan is there anything that we can help you with?" The Professor asked.

"What? Oh no. Just another meeting."

"Do you vant us to go vith you?"

"No thanks, Elf. I think I'll go alone this time," Logan said then shut the door behind him.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Professor," Ororo said.

"I agree with you, Ororo. Perhaps you can talk to him after you finish your breakfast."

She nodded and looked down at her plate only to find one half-eaten croissant left.

"I guess I'm finished," she frowned and took one last bite.

"So should I vait for you here?" Kurt asked.

"That's a good idea," the Professor said. "But I better be on my way if I don't want to be late for my conference. If you should need me you know how to reach me, Ororo."

Ororo got up and pushed the Professor to the door. "You'll be alright, Charles?"

"Well, as long as I don't run into another telepath who's more powerful than myself I should be perfectly fine."

"Do not joke like that, Professor that is not funny!" Kurt said with a look of horror but Ororo laughed and took the Professor down the hall to the elevator.

Logan was sitting in his room thinking about the letter which had been vague merely stating that they would contact him with further instructions and warning him to be alert, as it seemed as if someone was attempting to prevent their meeting. It was obvious that whoever it was that was hoping to meet with him was having him watched but Logan honestly couldn't recall seeing or sensing anyone around that might be keeping tabs on him. Maybe the warning had made him a little jumpy but when he heard a sudden noise on his balcony he was more than surprised to see a woman out there. He walked over to the sliding doors and stared at the woman a moment before he opened them.

"I see you've found a new girlfriend, Logan-San."

Logan stared at the small Japanese woman perched on his balcony railing. She just grinned back at him and ran a hand through her short black spiky hair.

"You're the one who was following us," Logan said after catching her scent in the breeze.

The woman squatted down, her hands holding onto the railing almost carelessly.

"Whatever mess you got yourself into it ain't worth killin' yourself over," Logan said as he slowly stepped closer to her.

The woman laughed a rich deep laughter that somehow seemed familiar to him.

"You aren't even going to say hello to your old friend, Yukio?" She asked him.

"Yukio?"

"Yukio-duh! What's wrong with you, Logan?"

"I'm sorry but I don't remember you."

"Please tell me you're kidding!" She laughed then leapt off the rail right into his arms.

Logan caught her easily and when she pressed her lips to his he let her kiss him. He enjoyed the kiss, realized he'd done this before.

"Remember me now?"

He looked at the woman but still couldn't place her face or the name.

"Oh, Logan! What's happened to you?" Yukio cried and threw her arms around him again.

Logan was removing her arms from around his neck when Ororo knocked once and let herself into his room but Yukio seemed to be holding on for dear life.

A/N - Just to clarify I've thrown in Yukio from the comics, not Yuriko, Lady Deathstrike from the movie and comics. Yukio's much more fun.