Ossu, minna-chan! I would like to thank my muse for this chappy! Without
Megan-chan, this chappy wouldn't have been possible! I'm SOOOOOOO sorry for
not getting pretty much anything out. I've had the worst case of writer's
block I've ever had in my life. This is in response to a challenge. It is
to write a 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 3
Usagi felt like growling in frustration. The hottie from the damned bar was following her and if he didn't leave her alone, she'd have to kill him. She really liked him too. He had spunk. She could get used to spunk like his if he didn't get himself killed. She sighed as she saw a turn coming up. This was where she'd lose him. If he somehow followed her afterwards, she'd be shocked. This maneuver had worked countless times on snooping cops and innocent people she didn't want anything to happen to. She absolutely hated it when she had to get rid of an innocent. More often than not, she'd let them go after wiping all information they'd gathered on her and her boss's operations from their minds permanently.
Her boss didn't approve but he allowed her that one of few freedoms since she always got the job done. She feigned to the right on her motorcycle and then took a quick left, switching the gears into overdrive as she sped down the road. She heard an angry yelp of surprise as Logan missed the turn and went skidding on the pavement. She winced. I hope that didn't hurt too much. She thought as she made her favorite ride go faster into the night.
* * * *
Logan cursed wildly as he stood up, the stinging wounds already mending into perfectly smooth skin and muscle. He'd dislocated his arm, his leg, and a few bones in his right hand but paid no attention as each one made sickly grinding and popping noise as they went back into place and ruined muscles knitted themselves back together. The skin on his back was almost completely gone. That would take about 20 minutes to become like new once again. The taste of blood and vomit was heavy in his mouth as his jaw set itself back into place. He spit out the vomit in distaste, angry with himself for falling for the trick. As he set the bike back into an upright position, he growled. He would lose her scent soon if he didn't get going. The wind was picking up and it looked like it'd rain soon.
Damn that beautiful, smart blonde.
Damn her.
* * * *
Xavier sighed in frustration. Logan had lost this 'Usagi' girl he'd met. She was very resourceful. She obviously was a professional on a motorcycle. And possibly on other things as well. Xavier had been perplexed when he'd tried to find the girl's mind with Cerebro. It was like she didn't exist. Either that or she'd found a way to block him from her mind. Which was impossible. He was the most powerful telepath in the world to his knowledge. The girl was old enough to be showing mutant powers but she didn't have the knowledge of how to block invading minds from her own.
Or did she?
* * * *
He sat in the dark, cold room; his prison. For how long, he didn't know but he would escape. He would have his revenge from Xavier. That was a promise he didn't intend on breaking any time soon.
* * * *
A small growl of anger escaped his lips. She was late. Even more so than she usually was. Probably had another bar fight. Damned bar fights make her late far too often. I'll have to remind her of what our main goal is soon. He thought as he waited in the tree above the place they were due to meet at. The faint sound of a motorcycle's engine approaching quickly roused his attention to the dirt road off to his left. He raised an eyebrow as a panting Tsukino Usagi came into view. She took a moment to calm herself before scanning the area for her boss.
"A little late, are we?" She jumped in surprise and turned quickly, her dagger posed to kill. He caught her arm in a vice-like grip and smirked. Although she recognized him, she didn't stop her attack as she twisted to her left and delivered a high kick to the back of his head. He stumbled for a moment before regaining his balance and growled as he looked back at her. She smirked. After a moment, he was on her, delivering blow after blow. She dodged as fast as she could, only getting hit once or twice. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, they paused. It was obviously a stalemate. Neither would be able to out-fight the other. They'd both trained the same and had trained under the same mentor. Ah, yes. Their mentor. He seemed to be the only thing they'd ever agree on. Besides, having Magneto as a father of sorts had given them the only bond they'd ever share.
"Soki, is there anything for you to report?" Usagi's words seemed to melt the silence into nothing.
"No. But I have started the process. We'll be in business soon."
"How long do you estimate we'll have to wait?" she asked, glancing at his profile as he watched the area around them wearily. He was a strong, competent 25 year-old black man with his hair dyed to an orange-purple. His hair, although he kept it short, was mussed almost all the time, making it seem longer than it really was. His nose sloped down in an almost aristocratic way. His eyes, an almost impossible green from his great- grandfather's Irish side, were also slanted, showing some of his near- distant Korean heritage. Although he was fairly short, 5'1" to be exact, he was fast and silent when he wanted to be.
"A month. Two at the most," he replied, his voice shaking her from her reverie. She grinned at that. That wasn't too long at all. That would give her time to kill off her next targets, implant the fake memories-
A loud roar made them both jump. Usagi cursed loudly. How had he found her?! She'd given him the slip before, so there shouldn't have been any possible way for him to have followed her. Unless he was a mutant. She scowled. If he was, he must have had an animal mutation. Like a bloodhound or something. If that were the case, he'd make a very difficult adversary to defeat. Even with her powers and fighting abilities, she was positive she couldn't take on an animal-like mutant without getting pretty scratched up. She'd had enough problems with Sabertooth, even though she'd already mastered karate and her powers.
This would be a problem.
* * * *
A smile graced the lips of Magneto, even as he sat alone in his prison of plastic. Something was happening. And for once, the old mutant wasn't the cause. Whatever was going on was happening to his precious Usagi. His ever- so lovely, ever-so precious Usagi. His powerful, beautiful Bunny of the Moon. He'd always known she was special. Even when he'd given up Pietro to the adoption clinic and his little scarlet witch to the asylum, he'd known when he'd taken in Usagi that she was far beyond special. She was far beyond unique. She was a treasure that he'd kept to himself and had polished up to be bright and beautiful.
And quite deadly.
&&&&
Lacrea Moonlight
AN= Author's Notes.
Telepathy
'.' Electronic communication (you know, like hand communicators and junk!)
Killer Angel
Part 3
Usagi felt like growling in frustration. The hottie from the damned bar was following her and if he didn't leave her alone, she'd have to kill him. She really liked him too. He had spunk. She could get used to spunk like his if he didn't get himself killed. She sighed as she saw a turn coming up. This was where she'd lose him. If he somehow followed her afterwards, she'd be shocked. This maneuver had worked countless times on snooping cops and innocent people she didn't want anything to happen to. She absolutely hated it when she had to get rid of an innocent. More often than not, she'd let them go after wiping all information they'd gathered on her and her boss's operations from their minds permanently.
Her boss didn't approve but he allowed her that one of few freedoms since she always got the job done. She feigned to the right on her motorcycle and then took a quick left, switching the gears into overdrive as she sped down the road. She heard an angry yelp of surprise as Logan missed the turn and went skidding on the pavement. She winced. I hope that didn't hurt too much. She thought as she made her favorite ride go faster into the night.
* * * *
Logan cursed wildly as he stood up, the stinging wounds already mending into perfectly smooth skin and muscle. He'd dislocated his arm, his leg, and a few bones in his right hand but paid no attention as each one made sickly grinding and popping noise as they went back into place and ruined muscles knitted themselves back together. The skin on his back was almost completely gone. That would take about 20 minutes to become like new once again. The taste of blood and vomit was heavy in his mouth as his jaw set itself back into place. He spit out the vomit in distaste, angry with himself for falling for the trick. As he set the bike back into an upright position, he growled. He would lose her scent soon if he didn't get going. The wind was picking up and it looked like it'd rain soon.
Damn that beautiful, smart blonde.
Damn her.
* * * *
Xavier sighed in frustration. Logan had lost this 'Usagi' girl he'd met. She was very resourceful. She obviously was a professional on a motorcycle. And possibly on other things as well. Xavier had been perplexed when he'd tried to find the girl's mind with Cerebro. It was like she didn't exist. Either that or she'd found a way to block him from her mind. Which was impossible. He was the most powerful telepath in the world to his knowledge. The girl was old enough to be showing mutant powers but she didn't have the knowledge of how to block invading minds from her own.
Or did she?
* * * *
He sat in the dark, cold room; his prison. For how long, he didn't know but he would escape. He would have his revenge from Xavier. That was a promise he didn't intend on breaking any time soon.
* * * *
A small growl of anger escaped his lips. She was late. Even more so than she usually was. Probably had another bar fight. Damned bar fights make her late far too often. I'll have to remind her of what our main goal is soon. He thought as he waited in the tree above the place they were due to meet at. The faint sound of a motorcycle's engine approaching quickly roused his attention to the dirt road off to his left. He raised an eyebrow as a panting Tsukino Usagi came into view. She took a moment to calm herself before scanning the area for her boss.
"A little late, are we?" She jumped in surprise and turned quickly, her dagger posed to kill. He caught her arm in a vice-like grip and smirked. Although she recognized him, she didn't stop her attack as she twisted to her left and delivered a high kick to the back of his head. He stumbled for a moment before regaining his balance and growled as he looked back at her. She smirked. After a moment, he was on her, delivering blow after blow. She dodged as fast as she could, only getting hit once or twice. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, they paused. It was obviously a stalemate. Neither would be able to out-fight the other. They'd both trained the same and had trained under the same mentor. Ah, yes. Their mentor. He seemed to be the only thing they'd ever agree on. Besides, having Magneto as a father of sorts had given them the only bond they'd ever share.
"Soki, is there anything for you to report?" Usagi's words seemed to melt the silence into nothing.
"No. But I have started the process. We'll be in business soon."
"How long do you estimate we'll have to wait?" she asked, glancing at his profile as he watched the area around them wearily. He was a strong, competent 25 year-old black man with his hair dyed to an orange-purple. His hair, although he kept it short, was mussed almost all the time, making it seem longer than it really was. His nose sloped down in an almost aristocratic way. His eyes, an almost impossible green from his great- grandfather's Irish side, were also slanted, showing some of his near- distant Korean heritage. Although he was fairly short, 5'1" to be exact, he was fast and silent when he wanted to be.
"A month. Two at the most," he replied, his voice shaking her from her reverie. She grinned at that. That wasn't too long at all. That would give her time to kill off her next targets, implant the fake memories-
A loud roar made them both jump. Usagi cursed loudly. How had he found her?! She'd given him the slip before, so there shouldn't have been any possible way for him to have followed her. Unless he was a mutant. She scowled. If he was, he must have had an animal mutation. Like a bloodhound or something. If that were the case, he'd make a very difficult adversary to defeat. Even with her powers and fighting abilities, she was positive she couldn't take on an animal-like mutant without getting pretty scratched up. She'd had enough problems with Sabertooth, even though she'd already mastered karate and her powers.
This would be a problem.
* * * *
A smile graced the lips of Magneto, even as he sat alone in his prison of plastic. Something was happening. And for once, the old mutant wasn't the cause. Whatever was going on was happening to his precious Usagi. His ever- so lovely, ever-so precious Usagi. His powerful, beautiful Bunny of the Moon. He'd always known she was special. Even when he'd given up Pietro to the adoption clinic and his little scarlet witch to the asylum, he'd known when he'd taken in Usagi that she was far beyond special. She was far beyond unique. She was a treasure that he'd kept to himself and had polished up to be bright and beautiful.
And quite deadly.
&&&&
Lacrea Moonlight