Ossu, minna-chan! I would like to thank my muse for this, Vito-chan! Sorry for not getting this out sooner! I had a small case of writer's block (again) and thanks to Vito-chan, I'm ready to write more chapters for this!!! This is in response to a challenge. It is to write an Logan/Usagi fanfic and I am going to
answer it in this fanfic. This is based after the fight with Magneto in the X-Men live movie. Usagi is
25 and Logan is 28. Enjoy!
AN= Author's Notes.
… telepathy
'…' electronic communication (you know, like hand communicators and junk!)
Killer Angel
Part 2
By Lacrea Moonlight
Usagi smiled at Logan. He's pretty cute, she thought. Then she mentally smacked herself. She wasn't supposed to ogle over guys! She was supposed to report to her boss in an hour. She sighed and signaled for the bartender to bring her a drink. He set beer in front of her and she took a long drink.
"So why do you fight in the cage?" she asked out of curiosity. He shrugged.
"Good money. No one can beat me, so I've got a permanent job here. What, you want to take me on?" he said with a grin. Usagi grinned back.
"I don't think you would survive very long against me," she replied in a seductive voice. Logan grinned even more. She was beginning to interest him even more.
"You really think so?" he said as he leaned a little closer to her. His eyes flashed with a playful glint.
"Yes. In fact, I know you wouldn't last. You see," she said and then leaned closer to him, looked around for possible eavesdroppers, and brought her lips right next to his ear, "I see the future. And you are gonna end up like Mr. I-Just-Got-My-Dick-Bashed-So-Hard-I-Won't-Ever-Have-Kids over there." As she said the last part, she jerked her thumb towards the man she had kneed. He was sitting on a stool VERY far from them. Logan winced in sympathy for the guy. He was STILL in pain. He was holding a small bag of ice to his "sensitive special" part.
"Well, I highly doubt it. Ask anyone that has tried that on me and you will find that I take a move like that Very personally," he replied in an almost growl. Usagi smirked. They talked a little more and had a few more beers together. A beeping sound was heard and Usagi pulled out a small device that looked like a watch.
"Kuso!" she said in anger. Logan was slightly surprised that he understood. She had just spoken in Japanese, too. She turned to him. "I'm sorry but I've got to go. I'm on call by my boss. Maybe we'll meet again." She stood up and quickly left. Logan stared as she left. He stood and then went out behind her. She was next to a black Harley Davidson where she was speaking into what looked like a very classy wristwatch. Logan watched as she nodded and then climbed onto the Harley Davidson and started it up. As soon as she was gone, he went back in and told the manager of the little bar that he would be gone for a little while and ran to the bike that he had taken as 'gift' from Scott.
He started it up and then sped after Usagi. He knew which direction she was in and that he would need to use the turbo boosters on his bike to catch up to her…
Professor Charles Xavier concentrated as best as he could to find the mutant responsible for the things happening lately. He almost gave up but found a single thought that interested him. A thought that belonged to Logan. 'Must catch up to her... she knows somethin' and that somethin' is probably gonna get her killed... and I'm gonna bet that it has somethin' to do with the death of that senator...'
Xavier was a little surprised and pleased that he had found something about the situation. But he couldn't be sure that what he found was solid. He took off the headpiece for the Cerbro system. He tapped the small console on his armrest on his wheelchair and moved back, turned around, and went to the now opening door to the gigantic room. Scott Summers stood, waiting for his mentor and friend.
"Find anything, Professor?" he asked, looking through the ruby-quartz lens of his sunglasses. Xavier nodded and wheeled past him...................
hope you enjoyed that! Later! *smiles*
Lacrea Moonlight