Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men movie characters.
Title: Unforgivable Sinners
By: Cmdr. Gabe E.
Note: This fanfiction occurs entirely in the X-Men movie-verse . Characters' unspoken thoughts are enclosed in .
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TP96 = LMAO! Um...his thumb?! Ehehehehe
SKETTY24 = That was actually my favorite line in the chap too ! Kinda shows Stryker who's boss!!! Oh yeah!!! Heheh...Well, I made this chapter longer ! Almost twice as long as the last one !
EBONY = Ah...home sweet home indeed ! Ooohhh...so you're a Wolvie/Yuriko shipper, eh? I don't wanna give away too much of the plot, but there's definitely sumthin going on between the two of them !
PENDRAGON4 = Don't worry about Stryker going all Rambo on Yuriko....I think now he knows who he's dealing with. Lol. And yeah, I gotta thank whacko- Jason for that friends reference. Eheheh
GREENFREAK1402 = Great to see reading the fic in liking it ! Thank you so much for the review. =D!
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CHAPTER 16: A trip to the white house
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Yuriko Oyama, with her newly acquired business suit, made her way out of the hotel with William Stryker. Once again she looked like his 'personal assistant'. Her hair was in a tight ponytail, and she was now holding onto a newly purchased suitcase where she put all of Stryker's items. The only thing missing were the eyeglasses she usually wore when they went out on their business trips.
She hated seeing herself in that attire again. It reminded her too much of her previous life as his mind-controlled assistant. But Yuriko knew that that would be the last time she'll ever play that role. After their meeting with President McKenna, she will never be Stryker's subordinate again.
A limousine waited for them in front of the hotel's entrance. Yuriko's eyebrow arched up as she saw the extravagant car. Knowing the president definitely had its advantages.
"That's our car?" Stryker asked as he pointed at the limo.
"Yes, Mr. Stryker." She said reluctantly. She despised treating him as her superior, but she had to act like his assistant as long as there were other people around.
A hotel attendant stood by the car and opened the backseat's door for them. Stryker entered the car first then Yuriko followed after him. Right after the attendant closed the door, Yuriko pushed a button that activated the limousine's divider. The driver could neither see them nor hear them now.
Stryker's heart jumped as he saw the divider close. He didn't like it whenever they were alone. He heard the car engine start and they drove away from the hotel.
He looked at Yuriko and saw her staring out the window on her side of the seat. "Where are we going?" He asked with a hint of fear in his voice.
"We're going to meet with the president, remember?" She asked. Her eyes were focused on the view outside the tainted window.
She sighed and turned to look at Stryker. "Okay, William. I believe this is now the right time to brief you."
He suddenly pressed against his side of the car as she turned around to face him. He didn't want to admit it, but she now had him on his toes. "Brief me? About what?" He could barely recall what she told him in the suite about their meeting with the president.
"Just shut up and listen! We are going to meet with the president of the United States of America today. His name is Richard McKenna and you've known him for 5 years. Once we meet him, he'll probably ask some questions about your anti-mutant projects. I'm not sure what questions he'll ask, but tell him that you've decided to terminate them."
Since Stryker didn't have any more knowledge about his previous work as an anti-mutant activist, she was now practically the one in control of his projects. His last major project was the Alkali Lake base. And since it had been destroyed, she deemed the project 'closed' and 'terminated'. Other than that, she never wanted to see another anti-mutant project in his name again.
She stared into his eyes. "Do you understand?"
"I --- I guess." He said blankly. What anti-mutant projects was she talking about? What kind of work was he even involved in? He didn't even know he knew the president in a personal level.
She exhaled in frustration. "Look, just try to remember as much as you can about what I told you. If all else fails, just let me do all the talking."
Stryker didn't say anything. He just nodded. He definitely had no idea what was going on and what was going to happen next. He felt like an innocent pawn in a complex game of chess.
/"Chess?"/ He thought to himself. How could he know the game chess and not know where he was born? He couldn't even remember his mother's name.
He moved each of his fingers as he whispered each chess piece. "Rook, pawn, king, queen, knight, bisho ---"
Yuriko's eyes darted at him. "What are you doing?" She asked curiously. Stryker had definitely been acting weird ever since she found him by the river.
He suddenly closed his hands. "N – nothing." His eyes wandered to the view outside his window.
/"How could I remember those things and not remember the simplest facts of my life?"/ He thought to himself. He wasn't even sure if his mind was functioning correctly anymore. Was he on the verge of going insane?
After an hour's trip, the car drove into a small airport where a private jet was parked.
"Where here." Yuriko said as the car stopped.
Stryker's eyes looked at the wide, empty area outside his window. "Where are we? Aren't we supposed to be in ---" He closed his eyes as if he was trying to remember something. "DC --- Wa ---". He suddenly saw an image of the White House in his mind. He saw himself walking down its halls. And he wasn't alone --- he was with Yuriko. "Washington DC." He opened his eyes. "This isn't Washington DC. Where's the --- White House?"
Yuriko's eyebrows furrowed as she noticed his erratic behavior.
Was he slowly starting to remember?
A White House agent suddenly opened the door on Stryker's side of the car. Stryker wasn't sure what to do next, but he stepped out of the car nonetheless. Yuriko composed herself to be his 'personal assistant' again and stepped out after him.
The agent closed the door and shook Stryker's hand. He noticed the bandage on Stryker's forehead, but refrained to make any reference to it.
"Mr. Stryker. I'm glad to see your immediate response to the president's request." The White House agent seemed to know him. "He had wanted to talk to you ever since last night's telecast." The agent added.
Stryker smiled as he shook the agent's hand. "Yes. I'm glad too. Yuriko informed me about it this morning and I knew I had to go meet with President McKenna at once." He really wasn't sure what he was doing, but he knew it was the right thing to do at the moment.
Yuriko's eyes opened wide at Stryker's current behaviour. She wanted to knock some sense into him. The previous Stryker never talked like that to an agent. He was mostly formal, quiet and domineering. And he never referred to her in her first name.
The agent led the two of them to the private jet. Yuriko remembered flying with him in that jet before. Whenever the president needed Stryker's advice about mutants, they would ride that jet to Washington DC. Stryker would sit by the window and drink his wine, while she sat on the far end of the cabin, neither doing nor saying anything. But deep inside she knew that this flight was going to be different.
The agent opened the door to the jet's private cabin. "Enjoy the flight, Mr. Stryker. Ms. Oyama." He smiled and nodded at the two of them.
Stryker and Yuriko entered the cabin and the agent closed the door behind them.
"Wow. This is a pretty good plane." Stryker said as he lifted his eyebrows.
The private cabin had six reclining seats, a counter with drinks and appetizers, a video panel on the wall, a smooth wooden table with business magazines, windows that had blinds, and cabinets for storage.
His eyes wandered to the food and drinks on the counter. He saw two bottles of wine and some plates of appetizers. Some of the food he recognized, some he didn't. Either way, all of them looked good.
"Food." He whispered under his breath.
He walked up to the counter and grabbed the bowl of pitted grapes. He sat on one of the reclining chairs and started eating.
Yuriko just stood by the door as she watched him. She had a dumbfounded look on her face as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The new Stryker was definitely filled with surprises. What next? He'll hug a mutant kid rather than crack its head open?
Stryker noticed her staring at him and he stopped from popping another grape into his mouth.
"What?" He asked. He ate another one. "I don't know how long it's been since I last ate, but I can eat an entire cow right now." He said with his mouth half-full.
She looked at him without saying anything. This trip was definitely going to be different than any of the ones they've had before. The previous Stryker didn't even talk to her or merely glance at her during the half- hour flight. But this 'new' one looked like he could talk the entire day. Everything felt so awkward, so strange.
He looked at her again. "Are you just going to stand there?" He asked. He took a grape from the bowl and tossed it to her. "Here. Have one."
She caught it with her hand, but her eyes remained focused on him. What was he trying to do? Win her over with a lousy piece of fruit? Yuriko looked at the grape as she rolled it between her fingers. It felt so smooth and plump. She knew it was sweet and sumptuous, but she had already lost her desire for food. She couldn't even remember the last time she ate.
When she was under Stryker's control, she wasn't allowed to eat anything. She got her nutrients from a small narrow tube that Stryker plugged into her stomach everyday. A thick, watery fluid would flow through that tube into her body and that served as her daily sustenance.
She remembered the excruciating pain she went through with that daily ordeal. While she saw other people eat and enjoy their meal, while HE ate and enjoyed his meal, she had to wait until the end of the day to get her own sustenance from a needle and a tube that were mercilessly plugged into her delicate skin.
Yuriko is not even certain if her insides are human anymore. Stryker had treated her so much like a robot that she almost felt like one. She looked at the plump grape again. Will she ever taste its sweetness? She gritted her teeth and crushed the grape in her hand. Its juices flowed from the sides of her clenched fist and trickled down to her wrist.
"Don't you want to eat?" Stryker asked as he saw her action.
"No." She said coldly. She walked up to him and grabbed the bowl of grapes from his hands.
"Hey!" He shouted.
She suddenly slammed it against his head, knocking him unconscious on the seat. The grapes rolled off the bowl and fell on the table and on the carpeted floor of the cabin. She dropped the empty plastic bowl right next to his seat.
In that one moment, she preferred the silent, uncaring Stryker again. The new one just made her feel too uneasy. There was something in his voice that made her feel uncomfortable. And the way his eyes looked at her made her stomach churn. He just reminded her too much of the Stryker she saw in her mind, the man she saw with Wolverine.
She sat on the chair in front of him and saw the spilt grapes on the table. She picked one up and looked at it closely. Oh what a luxury it would be to taste food again. To feel its juices sipping down your throat, its taste tingling your taste buds.
She slowly inserted one into her mouth. The grape's smooth skin pressed against her lips. She closed her mouth around it and tasted its sweetness as its juices flowed onto her tongue.
Yuriko closed her eyes and savored the moment. She felt so alive and so human. There was a feeling of satisfaction as the crushed grape move down to her stomach. She was finally eating. She picked up another one and ate it. She felt so hungry.
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TBC =D
Title: Unforgivable Sinners
By: Cmdr. Gabe E.
Note: This fanfiction occurs entirely in the X-Men movie-verse . Characters' unspoken thoughts are enclosed in .
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
TP96 = LMAO! Um...his thumb?! Ehehehehe
SKETTY24 = That was actually my favorite line in the chap too ! Kinda shows Stryker who's boss!!! Oh yeah!!! Heheh...Well, I made this chapter longer ! Almost twice as long as the last one !
EBONY = Ah...home sweet home indeed ! Ooohhh...so you're a Wolvie/Yuriko shipper, eh? I don't wanna give away too much of the plot, but there's definitely sumthin going on between the two of them !
PENDRAGON4 = Don't worry about Stryker going all Rambo on Yuriko....I think now he knows who he's dealing with. Lol. And yeah, I gotta thank whacko- Jason for that friends reference. Eheheh
GREENFREAK1402 = Great to see reading the fic in liking it ! Thank you so much for the review. =D!
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CHAPTER 16: A trip to the white house
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Yuriko Oyama, with her newly acquired business suit, made her way out of the hotel with William Stryker. Once again she looked like his 'personal assistant'. Her hair was in a tight ponytail, and she was now holding onto a newly purchased suitcase where she put all of Stryker's items. The only thing missing were the eyeglasses she usually wore when they went out on their business trips.
She hated seeing herself in that attire again. It reminded her too much of her previous life as his mind-controlled assistant. But Yuriko knew that that would be the last time she'll ever play that role. After their meeting with President McKenna, she will never be Stryker's subordinate again.
A limousine waited for them in front of the hotel's entrance. Yuriko's eyebrow arched up as she saw the extravagant car. Knowing the president definitely had its advantages.
"That's our car?" Stryker asked as he pointed at the limo.
"Yes, Mr. Stryker." She said reluctantly. She despised treating him as her superior, but she had to act like his assistant as long as there were other people around.
A hotel attendant stood by the car and opened the backseat's door for them. Stryker entered the car first then Yuriko followed after him. Right after the attendant closed the door, Yuriko pushed a button that activated the limousine's divider. The driver could neither see them nor hear them now.
Stryker's heart jumped as he saw the divider close. He didn't like it whenever they were alone. He heard the car engine start and they drove away from the hotel.
He looked at Yuriko and saw her staring out the window on her side of the seat. "Where are we going?" He asked with a hint of fear in his voice.
"We're going to meet with the president, remember?" She asked. Her eyes were focused on the view outside the tainted window.
She sighed and turned to look at Stryker. "Okay, William. I believe this is now the right time to brief you."
He suddenly pressed against his side of the car as she turned around to face him. He didn't want to admit it, but she now had him on his toes. "Brief me? About what?" He could barely recall what she told him in the suite about their meeting with the president.
"Just shut up and listen! We are going to meet with the president of the United States of America today. His name is Richard McKenna and you've known him for 5 years. Once we meet him, he'll probably ask some questions about your anti-mutant projects. I'm not sure what questions he'll ask, but tell him that you've decided to terminate them."
Since Stryker didn't have any more knowledge about his previous work as an anti-mutant activist, she was now practically the one in control of his projects. His last major project was the Alkali Lake base. And since it had been destroyed, she deemed the project 'closed' and 'terminated'. Other than that, she never wanted to see another anti-mutant project in his name again.
She stared into his eyes. "Do you understand?"
"I --- I guess." He said blankly. What anti-mutant projects was she talking about? What kind of work was he even involved in? He didn't even know he knew the president in a personal level.
She exhaled in frustration. "Look, just try to remember as much as you can about what I told you. If all else fails, just let me do all the talking."
Stryker didn't say anything. He just nodded. He definitely had no idea what was going on and what was going to happen next. He felt like an innocent pawn in a complex game of chess.
/"Chess?"/ He thought to himself. How could he know the game chess and not know where he was born? He couldn't even remember his mother's name.
He moved each of his fingers as he whispered each chess piece. "Rook, pawn, king, queen, knight, bisho ---"
Yuriko's eyes darted at him. "What are you doing?" She asked curiously. Stryker had definitely been acting weird ever since she found him by the river.
He suddenly closed his hands. "N – nothing." His eyes wandered to the view outside his window.
/"How could I remember those things and not remember the simplest facts of my life?"/ He thought to himself. He wasn't even sure if his mind was functioning correctly anymore. Was he on the verge of going insane?
After an hour's trip, the car drove into a small airport where a private jet was parked.
"Where here." Yuriko said as the car stopped.
Stryker's eyes looked at the wide, empty area outside his window. "Where are we? Aren't we supposed to be in ---" He closed his eyes as if he was trying to remember something. "DC --- Wa ---". He suddenly saw an image of the White House in his mind. He saw himself walking down its halls. And he wasn't alone --- he was with Yuriko. "Washington DC." He opened his eyes. "This isn't Washington DC. Where's the --- White House?"
Yuriko's eyebrows furrowed as she noticed his erratic behavior.
Was he slowly starting to remember?
A White House agent suddenly opened the door on Stryker's side of the car. Stryker wasn't sure what to do next, but he stepped out of the car nonetheless. Yuriko composed herself to be his 'personal assistant' again and stepped out after him.
The agent closed the door and shook Stryker's hand. He noticed the bandage on Stryker's forehead, but refrained to make any reference to it.
"Mr. Stryker. I'm glad to see your immediate response to the president's request." The White House agent seemed to know him. "He had wanted to talk to you ever since last night's telecast." The agent added.
Stryker smiled as he shook the agent's hand. "Yes. I'm glad too. Yuriko informed me about it this morning and I knew I had to go meet with President McKenna at once." He really wasn't sure what he was doing, but he knew it was the right thing to do at the moment.
Yuriko's eyes opened wide at Stryker's current behaviour. She wanted to knock some sense into him. The previous Stryker never talked like that to an agent. He was mostly formal, quiet and domineering. And he never referred to her in her first name.
The agent led the two of them to the private jet. Yuriko remembered flying with him in that jet before. Whenever the president needed Stryker's advice about mutants, they would ride that jet to Washington DC. Stryker would sit by the window and drink his wine, while she sat on the far end of the cabin, neither doing nor saying anything. But deep inside she knew that this flight was going to be different.
The agent opened the door to the jet's private cabin. "Enjoy the flight, Mr. Stryker. Ms. Oyama." He smiled and nodded at the two of them.
Stryker and Yuriko entered the cabin and the agent closed the door behind them.
"Wow. This is a pretty good plane." Stryker said as he lifted his eyebrows.
The private cabin had six reclining seats, a counter with drinks and appetizers, a video panel on the wall, a smooth wooden table with business magazines, windows that had blinds, and cabinets for storage.
His eyes wandered to the food and drinks on the counter. He saw two bottles of wine and some plates of appetizers. Some of the food he recognized, some he didn't. Either way, all of them looked good.
"Food." He whispered under his breath.
He walked up to the counter and grabbed the bowl of pitted grapes. He sat on one of the reclining chairs and started eating.
Yuriko just stood by the door as she watched him. She had a dumbfounded look on her face as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The new Stryker was definitely filled with surprises. What next? He'll hug a mutant kid rather than crack its head open?
Stryker noticed her staring at him and he stopped from popping another grape into his mouth.
"What?" He asked. He ate another one. "I don't know how long it's been since I last ate, but I can eat an entire cow right now." He said with his mouth half-full.
She looked at him without saying anything. This trip was definitely going to be different than any of the ones they've had before. The previous Stryker didn't even talk to her or merely glance at her during the half- hour flight. But this 'new' one looked like he could talk the entire day. Everything felt so awkward, so strange.
He looked at her again. "Are you just going to stand there?" He asked. He took a grape from the bowl and tossed it to her. "Here. Have one."
She caught it with her hand, but her eyes remained focused on him. What was he trying to do? Win her over with a lousy piece of fruit? Yuriko looked at the grape as she rolled it between her fingers. It felt so smooth and plump. She knew it was sweet and sumptuous, but she had already lost her desire for food. She couldn't even remember the last time she ate.
When she was under Stryker's control, she wasn't allowed to eat anything. She got her nutrients from a small narrow tube that Stryker plugged into her stomach everyday. A thick, watery fluid would flow through that tube into her body and that served as her daily sustenance.
She remembered the excruciating pain she went through with that daily ordeal. While she saw other people eat and enjoy their meal, while HE ate and enjoyed his meal, she had to wait until the end of the day to get her own sustenance from a needle and a tube that were mercilessly plugged into her delicate skin.
Yuriko is not even certain if her insides are human anymore. Stryker had treated her so much like a robot that she almost felt like one. She looked at the plump grape again. Will she ever taste its sweetness? She gritted her teeth and crushed the grape in her hand. Its juices flowed from the sides of her clenched fist and trickled down to her wrist.
"Don't you want to eat?" Stryker asked as he saw her action.
"No." She said coldly. She walked up to him and grabbed the bowl of grapes from his hands.
"Hey!" He shouted.
She suddenly slammed it against his head, knocking him unconscious on the seat. The grapes rolled off the bowl and fell on the table and on the carpeted floor of the cabin. She dropped the empty plastic bowl right next to his seat.
In that one moment, she preferred the silent, uncaring Stryker again. The new one just made her feel too uneasy. There was something in his voice that made her feel uncomfortable. And the way his eyes looked at her made her stomach churn. He just reminded her too much of the Stryker she saw in her mind, the man she saw with Wolverine.
She sat on the chair in front of him and saw the spilt grapes on the table. She picked one up and looked at it closely. Oh what a luxury it would be to taste food again. To feel its juices sipping down your throat, its taste tingling your taste buds.
She slowly inserted one into her mouth. The grape's smooth skin pressed against her lips. She closed her mouth around it and tasted its sweetness as its juices flowed onto her tongue.
Yuriko closed her eyes and savored the moment. She felt so alive and so human. There was a feeling of satisfaction as the crushed grape move down to her stomach. She was finally eating. She picked up another one and ate it. She felt so hungry.
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TBC =D