It was dark and rainy while we drove. I followed them for a few hours until we got to the airport. It was early in the morning when we arrived. I learned the girl's name was Yukio and she was leading us to the plane that would take us to Japan. "15 hours…depending on the wind."

"15 hours?"

I chuckle as my dad gets upset about this news. He just nudges me with his shoulder, making me laugh harder. Yukio turns back to us. "You don't like to fly?"

"I love it." I shook my head as he replied sarcastically.

It was dark outside now, and so far the ride was very rough. The plane would jolt every few minutes but the ride was silent. I was curled up in a chair and when I opened my eyes, I saw my dad was having a hard time. "You doing ok?"

His head snaps in my direction but relaxes when he sees it's me. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Go on back to sleep."

I didn't believe him but did what I was told. I closed my eyes and after a few minutes I heard Yukio speak. "We are almost there."

"So you can see the future?"

"I can read a map."

"You said you knew the future of those assholes at the bar."

"I know they are going to die. We are all going to die."

"You said they would die in the same truck in the same week. If your right, that's quite a talent."

"We don't all have claws."

The aircraft shook again and I hear my dad sigh. "So do I die on this plane?"

"No. Not on this plane."

The rest of the ride was silent. The plane went on for at least another hour or two until we finally landed. We took a cab or taxi to the place we were going. They both filled me in. Yukio's master Yashida wanted to see my dad before he died and thank him for saving his life all those years ago. We arrived at the house around midnight.

Yukio goes some place to change while we wait in a hall. I was admiring a Japanese tree and dad was sitting on a bench. When I looked up, I saw him looking through a book. "Really? Going through someone's stuff?"

He just looks at me, knowing I was just as curious on who this man was. We hear banging and yelling behind us and when we turn around, we see two people fighting with bamboo sticks or something. I felt someone's presence and when I looked behind me, I saw Yukio waiting for us in a nice dress. I tugged on my dad's sleeve and he looked as well. "This way."

She led us through many doors and hallways until we got to the final one. We open the door and see a very young girl with an old man. "That's Mariko. His granddaughter."

She walks toward where we were and looks surprised to see us. She stares at my dad until passing us. Yukio follows her and they start talking. We watch them, confused when they turn to us and stare. Yukio leads us to different room. I open a door and find a hot tub. I turn to her and find her smiling. "You do want to clean up and refresh yourself, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. Thank you very much, Yukio."

"You are very welcome."

After she leaves, I take my own sweet time. When I look for clothes, I only find the clothes the Japanese where and none of the kind of clothes I wear. I pick a cute blue one that looks like a pair of ice blue eyes I haven't seen in a long time. I walk out in the hallway and see her waiting for me. She smiles wide and hugs me, gently. "You look beautiful, Scout. Like a true Japanese girl."

She leads me down another hall and we stop at a door. I was confused at first but when my dad came out, looking nice and clean, I understood. Yukio gets the same smile when she sees him and I can tell he was in a pissed off mood. "What?" He didn't get an answer and all he got back was another smile, "What?"

"You look nice."

"I feel violated."

I try my hardest to not laugh but when he sees the look on my face, he rolls his eyes. "Go ahead, Kid." The moment he gave me permission, I laughed so hard, I almost fell to my knees. I knew dad smirked a bit, hearing my laugh. I almost couldn't breathe when he threw me over his shoulder.

He put me down when we got close to the door. Before we entered, Yukio turned to us. "Logan, Scout will have to stay out here."

"What? No, she's coming in with me."

"I'm sorry but Mr. Yashida wanted to talk to you. Nobody else."

"Well, he's not going to talk to me unless my daughter comes in with me. I don't care how safe and high security this place is."

She knew he wasn't gonna take no for an answer so she allowed us in. Yukio talks to Yashida in Japanese and we walk in his line of sight. He looks at dad with an amazed look. "You look the same. But then, that is no surprise." He turns to the nurse with long blonde hair and an evil look in her eye. "Doctor Green. Leave us please."

She looks at us for a moment until walking out of the room. Yashida stares at my dad and then me. "Who is that?"

Dad turns to me and wraps his arms around my shoulders, protectively before answering. "This is my daughter, Scout."

"Ah. Very nice to meet you, Scout."

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Yashida."

I turn around, not knowing what else to say. I look and see many different machines showing his heart and lung. In front of us was an old picture. "That painting is from the village of my birth. It picks the courage and bravery of the Black Clan. Ninja warriors. It has been in my family for seven centuries. I didn't send for you only to thank you, Logan. I wanted to repay you. To offer you something no one else can. A gift to the life you saved for me."

"I don't need anything. I have everything I want." Dad pulls me closer to him, his voice sounding dark.

"Not nothing. Eternity can be a curse. It hasn't been easy for you, living without time. To lose everything and to have to suffer. A man can run out of things to live for. Lose his purpose. I can end your eternity. Make you mortal."

"What they did to me, what I am, can't be undone. I haven't lost everything. I still have a home, my daughter, some…friends." I knew he was talking about the mansion and everyone there. The reason why he paused was because he was thinking of Scott which made me smile a little, knowing they hate each other with a passion.

"The Yashida industries can do it. We have reason to believe that your ability to heal can be passed."

"Passed?"

"From you to another. You have struggled long enough Logan."

I clutch onto my father's waist, my eyes turning white. He looks down at me and sees the emotion I have at that moment. "Alright, I'm confused. I came here to say goodbye to a man I once knew."

"I am the same man. I was not ready to die then. I'm not ready to die now. But you are…aren't you?"

"Daddy!"My voice cracked in a whisper.

He knew I was scared and motioned Yukio to take me out of the room. Before I left, I heard him in his menacing voice. "Are you offering to kill me?"

I wait in the hallway, leaning against the wall. After a few moments, I heard them walking my way. I look up and see them pass me, my dad gesturing me to follow. We walked outside and heard people yelling. We looked across from us and see Mariko and her father Shingen fighting. That was until her father slapped her and walked away.

Dad took a step forward, in a protective mode. Mariko looks at us then runs away. I look to where she was going and saw she was heading for a cliff. She gets to the edge and gets ready to jump when I put up a force field in front of her and my dad grabs her, guiding her away from it. She struggled to get out of his grip and when he released her, she glared at him and walked back inside.

Yukio went to talk to dad while I got ready for bed. I was asleep after a few minutes, with everything that went on today. Just when I was falling asleep, it seemed like the rain storm was only going to get worse. I couldn't help but wonder if it had anything to do with Storm back home.

I was in a peaceful sleep when I felt someone in my room. I froze when they walked closer to me and sat on the edge of my bed. I peeked open my eyes and relaxed when I saw the familiar features. "Dad? Is something wrong?"

"No, everything's fine. I just wanted to come check on ya to make sure you were doing ok. I heard that Yashida guy just died though."

I nod my head, feeling sorry that he died. I looked in my dad's eyes and could tell something was bothering him. "You had nightmares again, didn't you?" When I didn't get a response I asked another question. "How bad were they?"

"Kinda bad but don't worry. Everything's ok. Just had to set a little bit of ease to my nerves, seeing if you were alright. Go on back to sleep, Kid."

I smiled, hearing my nickname. He said the same thing to me on the plane so I knew there was something wrong but I didn't push it. I lay back in bed while dad tucked me in. He kissed me on the forehead and walked out. Before he closed the slider door, he turned to me with a soft expression. "Night, Kid. Love ya."

"Night dad. Love you too." And I drifted off to another dreamless sleep.