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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Next chap is up o!!!! Sorry if this one took a couple of days x.x! Been out of the house a lot lately (doing family shtuff x.x!). Anywayz, thanks so much for everyone's reviews o!!! I really didn't expect this fanfic to go this far, but here it is --- now in chapter 41 and still going strong o! W000T!!! Gotta luv ya guys o!
Cap'n O. Hagan = welcome back o!!! Huhhh....so you're really into 'baddies', eh? lol. Too bad Stryker's not much of a baddie in this one...but it's kewl that you still find him interesting ! Thanks for the review :D!!! btw, he's back in this chapter =)!
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Chapter 41: To see you again
"Are you sure this is okay?" Yuriko asked. She really didn't feel comfortable about borrowing Jean's clothes. It just didn't feel right.
Logan opened Jean's cabinet and looked through her casual clothes. "Jean's one of the most generous people I've ever known." He said softly. "She was so generous, that she sacrificed her own life to save everyone." He could feel his own voice shaking. He didn't want to think about Jean's death anymore. It just bore an unbearable pain in his heart. Then he forced a smile on his lips. "If she were alive right now, she'd lend you anything you need without asking any questions." He took a simple, white, comfortable-looking tanktop and a pair of beige-colored shorts. He closed the Jean's cabinet and turned around to face Yuriko. "Everyone loved her." He said as he looked at her.
Yuriko looked at the pictures on the shelves, and then she looked at Logan and smiled. "I can see that. I just wish I could have met her. She seemed like a great person."
He walked towards Yuriko and handed her the clothes. "She was." He said with a smile. "And if she were here right now, I know she'd welcome you in the school with open arms. Jean's just that kind of person. And you're right. I do miss her."
Yuriko took the clothes from Logan, and she gently ran a hand down his cheek. Her eyes stared deeply into his. "And wherever she is right now, I know she misses you too. She's lucky to have had you in her life, Logan. And I know that when she passed away...when she died to save all of you, you were one of the last things in her mind."
Logan clenched his jaw and looked away. He could barely hold back his tears anymore. When Jean died, he never cried. He felt then pain, but he never shed a single tear. He had seen so many deaths in his life that he was almost used to it. He had accepted the fact that people do die, and that there would be no reason to cry over a person you could never bring back.
But now...now that he was standing in her room...amidst all of her things and her pictures, he just wanted to break down and cry. Everything reminded him so much of her. He even felt as if Jean was standing right next to him like a phoenix rising from the grave. But she was now gone...forever...and he now realized how he truly missed her. He missed Jean so much.
"Logan?" Yuriko asked as he saw Logan's eyes looking at the distance. It was like he didn't even want to look at her.
"There's a bathroom at the end of the hallway." He said monotonously. He could feel something jarring his throat as tears fought to flow from his eyes. "You can change there." He didn't want to look at Yuriko. He didn't want her to see him fighting with his own sadness. "Please go." He whispered. "I...I just need some time alone."
Yuriko held the clothes close to her as she looked at Logan. She knew what he was going through...she could feel his pain boring deep into her own heart. Logan had lost someone he loved. And she could see just how much he loved her by looking at the sadness in his face. It was like a part of him had died. She understood why he needed some time alone, and she respected that.
"I'll see you later, Logan." She said softly.
Logan just nodded, his face still looking away from her.
She slowly exited the room and quietly closed the door behind her. She really wished she could have stayed with him. She didn't want to leave him to drown in his own sorrows. But sometimes, people just need to be alone. Sometimes, it is in solitude where one can reflect on the events that have passed. It is in solitude when we can realize why things happen in our lives and the reason why we keep on living. It is in silence when we truly may discover who we really are.
She looked to the far end of the hallway and saw a door at the very end of it. That was probably the bathroom Logan told her about. She walked to the bathroom, holding Jean's clothes close to her. If she felt like it, she might as well take a nice, long, warm bath to keep herself busy while Logan was away. She respected Logan's decision to be alone, so she wanted to give him enough time to come to terms with Jean's passing.
She opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. The bathroom itself was spacey and fully furnished. It had a toilet seat, a wide sink with enough flat area for utensils, a mirror, a rack filled with towels, a bathtub, and a shower cubicle made of translucent glass. It also had some sort of intercom device planted on its corner.
Yuriko placed the clothes on the area by the sink, and then she slowly unbuttoned her suit. She slid it off her shoulders, and placed it beside Jean's clothes. The only thing she had on her top was just her bra now. Then she unfastened her slacks, and pulled them down, letting them pool around her feet. She stepped aside and picked it up, and placed it on top of her damp suit. Her hand made its way through her hair and she unfastened the elastic that had kept her hair in a tight ponytail.
She slightly shook her head from side to side, letting her smooth, ebony hair fall over her shoulders and her back. Then she turned towards the mirror and saw her half-naked body staring back at her. She couldn't remember the last time she had truly looked at herself.
For the past decade, she did nothing but serve Stryker...she never had any time, not even a second, for herself and her own body. Her body didn't even feel like hers from the beginning. Stryker owned her body ever since he created her in his underground base. She was nothing but a puppet to him, and her mind a voiceless slave to her own movements. It was only now that she could truly see and feel herself.
She slowly ran her hands over her chest and unclasped the hook of her bra. She slid it off her shoulders, and let it fall on the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs on the waist of her underwear, and pulled it down her thighs. She let gravity do its work as her underwear fell around her feet. She picked up her undergarments from the floor and placed them with her other damp clothing.
Then she looked at the mirror again and saw her naked body. That was her...Yuriko Oyama. That was who she was. Now she knew what she truly looked like. She was a young woman, of Japanese descent, with smooth, black hair and slanted black eyes. Her skin was of a soft tan color...smooth and supple. Her lips were full and red, and her body was lean and well formed.
She closed her eyes and slowly ran her hands all over her body. She had never touched her own body in such a way before. She had never felt the curves of her frame and the smoothness of her skin. She felt so free now. She felt so free from the binds that Stryker had placed upon her. It was her body now. It was hers. She owned it and she finally had control over it. She was Yuriko Oyama.
Then her eyebrows furrowed and she felt a shiver up her spine. Her eyes shot open and she looked at her naked reflection again. She suddenly remembered the feeling of Stryker's touch when he used to run his hands all over her body back when she was his slave. When she was Lady Deathstrike, he performed regular medical checkups on her to ensure that she, his innocent, little puppet, was always in top performing condition.
He would bring her into his lab filled with different kinds of medical apparatus, and that was where he stripped her and inspected every part of her body. She could still remember how his big, rough hands treaded over every curve of her skin...how he prodded her like she was some lifeless object. Every time he did that, she just wanted to scream out loud. She wanted to escape her own body and fly far, far away. Whenever she felt his hands inspecting her, she just wanted to die.
And yet...she couldn't deny one thing. He never ever touched her with malice. Never did he violate her sexuality and innocence. But that was probably because she never was a human to him. He never looked at her as a living, breathing woman. She was just an object...a weapon...a thing that cannot feel and cannot give feelings in return.
Stryker ran into the hallway and then suddenly stopped in his tracks. His chest heaved up and down as deep breaths escaped from his lips. He was definitely too old for all that running. He looked left and right and found no sign of Yuriko and Logan anywhere.
When he saw them walk pass the living room, he tried to catch up with them. He followed them to the elevator, but the elevator had already closed by the time he got there. So he had no choice but to run to the main entrance of the mansion and go up the winding flight of stairs to get to the second floor.
He sighed and looked at the empty hallway again. Where could she be? He saw her walk through that hallway just a second ago. She was even alone. From what he saw, she didn't have anyone with her...not even Logan. Perhaps now was truly the right time to talk to her. He didn't care if she wouldn't listen to him. He just wanted to sit down and talk to her. He wanted to spend some time with her...alone.
Then looked to his right. He saw her walk to that direction a while ago. A few doors lined that side of the hallway, and there was a door at the very end of it. Yuriko could be in any one of those rooms. Either that, or she could have walked back to the other side without him noticing. Then his eyes narrowed as he noticed a faint light seeping through the cracks of the last door. It was the only room that seemed to have an occupant.
Was Yuriko there? What was she doing in that room? Maybe she had decided to get a room of her own. If she did, then he hoped she wouldn't mind if he paid her a little visit. After all, that was his last night in the mansion as the innocent William Stryker. Because once tomorrow ends, he will once again become the man he used to be. And if he saw her again after his permanent transformation, he knew he'd try to hurt her...and not only her, but also everyone else...Rogue, Bobby, Jones, Scott, Logan, Ororo, the professor, and the other students. How could he have turned into such a monster? What caused him to be that way? What was the reason? Did Yuriko have the answers?
He breathed in and looked at the farthest room. It was about time that they had a moment alone...just him and her. He slowly walked towards it. Every step felt so heavy as it pressed against the wooden floor. He could even hear them echoing in the empty hallway. His eyes remained focused on the door as he moved closer and closer to it.
What would he say to her once he saw her again? He hadn't seen her for eight hours, and yet he felt as if he hadn't seen her for a week. Was it because he missed her? What if she didn't want to talk to him? Then he would still try. He would do anything to hear her speak his name. Even if she hurt him to drive him away, he would still stay.
He sharply inhaled and grabbed the doorknob. He was determined to talk to her and that was what he was going to do. His eyes were filled with determination and his jaw was tightly clenched as he quickly pushed the door open. Then he called out her name.
"Yuri---"Then he stopped in mid-word as his eyes opened wide with shock. He felt his lips shaking and his entire body frozen in place as he looked at the sight before him.
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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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Next chap is up o!!!! Sorry if this one took a couple of days x.x! Been out of the house a lot lately (doing family shtuff x.x!). Anywayz, thanks so much for everyone's reviews o!!! I really didn't expect this fanfic to go this far, but here it is --- now in chapter 41 and still going strong o! W000T!!! Gotta luv ya guys o!
Cap'n O. Hagan = welcome back o!!! Huhhh....so you're really into 'baddies', eh? lol. Too bad Stryker's not much of a baddie in this one...but it's kewl that you still find him interesting ! Thanks for the review :D!!! btw, he's back in this chapter =)!
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Chapter 41: To see you again
"Are you sure this is okay?" Yuriko asked. She really didn't feel comfortable about borrowing Jean's clothes. It just didn't feel right.
Logan opened Jean's cabinet and looked through her casual clothes. "Jean's one of the most generous people I've ever known." He said softly. "She was so generous, that she sacrificed her own life to save everyone." He could feel his own voice shaking. He didn't want to think about Jean's death anymore. It just bore an unbearable pain in his heart. Then he forced a smile on his lips. "If she were alive right now, she'd lend you anything you need without asking any questions." He took a simple, white, comfortable-looking tanktop and a pair of beige-colored shorts. He closed the Jean's cabinet and turned around to face Yuriko. "Everyone loved her." He said as he looked at her.
Yuriko looked at the pictures on the shelves, and then she looked at Logan and smiled. "I can see that. I just wish I could have met her. She seemed like a great person."
He walked towards Yuriko and handed her the clothes. "She was." He said with a smile. "And if she were here right now, I know she'd welcome you in the school with open arms. Jean's just that kind of person. And you're right. I do miss her."
Yuriko took the clothes from Logan, and she gently ran a hand down his cheek. Her eyes stared deeply into his. "And wherever she is right now, I know she misses you too. She's lucky to have had you in her life, Logan. And I know that when she passed away...when she died to save all of you, you were one of the last things in her mind."
Logan clenched his jaw and looked away. He could barely hold back his tears anymore. When Jean died, he never cried. He felt then pain, but he never shed a single tear. He had seen so many deaths in his life that he was almost used to it. He had accepted the fact that people do die, and that there would be no reason to cry over a person you could never bring back.
But now...now that he was standing in her room...amidst all of her things and her pictures, he just wanted to break down and cry. Everything reminded him so much of her. He even felt as if Jean was standing right next to him like a phoenix rising from the grave. But she was now gone...forever...and he now realized how he truly missed her. He missed Jean so much.
"Logan?" Yuriko asked as he saw Logan's eyes looking at the distance. It was like he didn't even want to look at her.
"There's a bathroom at the end of the hallway." He said monotonously. He could feel something jarring his throat as tears fought to flow from his eyes. "You can change there." He didn't want to look at Yuriko. He didn't want her to see him fighting with his own sadness. "Please go." He whispered. "I...I just need some time alone."
Yuriko held the clothes close to her as she looked at Logan. She knew what he was going through...she could feel his pain boring deep into her own heart. Logan had lost someone he loved. And she could see just how much he loved her by looking at the sadness in his face. It was like a part of him had died. She understood why he needed some time alone, and she respected that.
"I'll see you later, Logan." She said softly.
Logan just nodded, his face still looking away from her.
She slowly exited the room and quietly closed the door behind her. She really wished she could have stayed with him. She didn't want to leave him to drown in his own sorrows. But sometimes, people just need to be alone. Sometimes, it is in solitude where one can reflect on the events that have passed. It is in solitude when we can realize why things happen in our lives and the reason why we keep on living. It is in silence when we truly may discover who we really are.
She looked to the far end of the hallway and saw a door at the very end of it. That was probably the bathroom Logan told her about. She walked to the bathroom, holding Jean's clothes close to her. If she felt like it, she might as well take a nice, long, warm bath to keep herself busy while Logan was away. She respected Logan's decision to be alone, so she wanted to give him enough time to come to terms with Jean's passing.
She opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. The bathroom itself was spacey and fully furnished. It had a toilet seat, a wide sink with enough flat area for utensils, a mirror, a rack filled with towels, a bathtub, and a shower cubicle made of translucent glass. It also had some sort of intercom device planted on its corner.
Yuriko placed the clothes on the area by the sink, and then she slowly unbuttoned her suit. She slid it off her shoulders, and placed it beside Jean's clothes. The only thing she had on her top was just her bra now. Then she unfastened her slacks, and pulled them down, letting them pool around her feet. She stepped aside and picked it up, and placed it on top of her damp suit. Her hand made its way through her hair and she unfastened the elastic that had kept her hair in a tight ponytail.
She slightly shook her head from side to side, letting her smooth, ebony hair fall over her shoulders and her back. Then she turned towards the mirror and saw her half-naked body staring back at her. She couldn't remember the last time she had truly looked at herself.
For the past decade, she did nothing but serve Stryker...she never had any time, not even a second, for herself and her own body. Her body didn't even feel like hers from the beginning. Stryker owned her body ever since he created her in his underground base. She was nothing but a puppet to him, and her mind a voiceless slave to her own movements. It was only now that she could truly see and feel herself.
She slowly ran her hands over her chest and unclasped the hook of her bra. She slid it off her shoulders, and let it fall on the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs on the waist of her underwear, and pulled it down her thighs. She let gravity do its work as her underwear fell around her feet. She picked up her undergarments from the floor and placed them with her other damp clothing.
Then she looked at the mirror again and saw her naked body. That was her...Yuriko Oyama. That was who she was. Now she knew what she truly looked like. She was a young woman, of Japanese descent, with smooth, black hair and slanted black eyes. Her skin was of a soft tan color...smooth and supple. Her lips were full and red, and her body was lean and well formed.
She closed her eyes and slowly ran her hands all over her body. She had never touched her own body in such a way before. She had never felt the curves of her frame and the smoothness of her skin. She felt so free now. She felt so free from the binds that Stryker had placed upon her. It was her body now. It was hers. She owned it and she finally had control over it. She was Yuriko Oyama.
Then her eyebrows furrowed and she felt a shiver up her spine. Her eyes shot open and she looked at her naked reflection again. She suddenly remembered the feeling of Stryker's touch when he used to run his hands all over her body back when she was his slave. When she was Lady Deathstrike, he performed regular medical checkups on her to ensure that she, his innocent, little puppet, was always in top performing condition.
He would bring her into his lab filled with different kinds of medical apparatus, and that was where he stripped her and inspected every part of her body. She could still remember how his big, rough hands treaded over every curve of her skin...how he prodded her like she was some lifeless object. Every time he did that, she just wanted to scream out loud. She wanted to escape her own body and fly far, far away. Whenever she felt his hands inspecting her, she just wanted to die.
And yet...she couldn't deny one thing. He never ever touched her with malice. Never did he violate her sexuality and innocence. But that was probably because she never was a human to him. He never looked at her as a living, breathing woman. She was just an object...a weapon...a thing that cannot feel and cannot give feelings in return.
Stryker ran into the hallway and then suddenly stopped in his tracks. His chest heaved up and down as deep breaths escaped from his lips. He was definitely too old for all that running. He looked left and right and found no sign of Yuriko and Logan anywhere.
When he saw them walk pass the living room, he tried to catch up with them. He followed them to the elevator, but the elevator had already closed by the time he got there. So he had no choice but to run to the main entrance of the mansion and go up the winding flight of stairs to get to the second floor.
He sighed and looked at the empty hallway again. Where could she be? He saw her walk through that hallway just a second ago. She was even alone. From what he saw, she didn't have anyone with her...not even Logan. Perhaps now was truly the right time to talk to her. He didn't care if she wouldn't listen to him. He just wanted to sit down and talk to her. He wanted to spend some time with her...alone.
Then looked to his right. He saw her walk to that direction a while ago. A few doors lined that side of the hallway, and there was a door at the very end of it. Yuriko could be in any one of those rooms. Either that, or she could have walked back to the other side without him noticing. Then his eyes narrowed as he noticed a faint light seeping through the cracks of the last door. It was the only room that seemed to have an occupant.
Was Yuriko there? What was she doing in that room? Maybe she had decided to get a room of her own. If she did, then he hoped she wouldn't mind if he paid her a little visit. After all, that was his last night in the mansion as the innocent William Stryker. Because once tomorrow ends, he will once again become the man he used to be. And if he saw her again after his permanent transformation, he knew he'd try to hurt her...and not only her, but also everyone else...Rogue, Bobby, Jones, Scott, Logan, Ororo, the professor, and the other students. How could he have turned into such a monster? What caused him to be that way? What was the reason? Did Yuriko have the answers?
He breathed in and looked at the farthest room. It was about time that they had a moment alone...just him and her. He slowly walked towards it. Every step felt so heavy as it pressed against the wooden floor. He could even hear them echoing in the empty hallway. His eyes remained focused on the door as he moved closer and closer to it.
What would he say to her once he saw her again? He hadn't seen her for eight hours, and yet he felt as if he hadn't seen her for a week. Was it because he missed her? What if she didn't want to talk to him? Then he would still try. He would do anything to hear her speak his name. Even if she hurt him to drive him away, he would still stay.
He sharply inhaled and grabbed the doorknob. He was determined to talk to her and that was what he was going to do. His eyes were filled with determination and his jaw was tightly clenched as he quickly pushed the door open. Then he called out her name.
"Yuri---"Then he stopped in mid-word as his eyes opened wide with shock. He felt his lips shaking and his entire body frozen in place as he looked at the sight before him.
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