Ultimate Wolverine
Chapter 4
"Fighting Back..."
BY: Moonmaster
Prologue
"Men die by choice.
People view death as unavoidable. Well it ain't. Now, I know what yer' sayin'. 'You got an advantage.' But that doesn't matter. Everyone has a choice. Anyone can fight. Human will is the strongest force on earth. Ya just gotta use it. You've gotta think ahead. You can avoid death, as long as you make the right decisions. Choose yer' battles wisely. And most importantly, always fight back. You can always choose to fight back.
Life is what's unavoidable. We can't control when we exist, how we exist, or where we exist but you sure as hell can control when that existance comes to an end.
That's the power of man."
11:00 PM
TOKYO
HAROKOTU DOJO
Mr. Harokotu began flinging papers left and right as he desperately rummaged through his small desk.
"Sir, I think we should be leaving soon," said his chauffer from the corner of the tiny office.
"This is important. When we are gone, the cops will show. When the cops show, they'll search this entire place. They don't know what we do. As far as they know, we're a legitamate facility for martial arts instruction. When they find these documents they'll know that isn't true and they'll come looking for us. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Sir, I just find that it is prudent that we leave in a timely fashion, under these," he gestured towards the the sliding door that made up one wall of Harokotu's office. "pressing circumstances." Beyond the doors they could hear the muffled sounds of absolute chaos: slices, thuds, and noises that they didn't even want to imagine. Harokotu shuddered slightly.
"What the hell is that thing, anyway?," muttered Harokotu as he looked through his desk droors. "Grab those swords on the wall. Be careful. They're antiques." The chauffer moved towards the swords that we're hanging on the wall but stopped with his hands half way in the air.
"What?," asked Harokotu looking up from his papers.
"Listen."
"What?!"
"It stopped!" Harokotu suddenly realized that the noises had indeed stopped.
"Oh, god. I've seen enough movies to know what happens now. We think its gone, but the next thing you know: BANG! We're dead!"
"Honestly Sir, there's a differance between movies and reali-" A lone figure came crashing through the doors and leapt at the chauffer, tearing out his neck before he hit the floor. Logan rose to his full height and wiped the blood from his claws.
"You!," said Harokotu, grabbing a sword off of his desk. "I-I'm not afraid of you!"
"Really?," asked Logan mockingly. "If you're not afraid, then why is yer' voice trembling? Why's yer' whole body shaking? Why do I smell that same smell I've sniffed a thousand times before I've killed someone?"
"I'm NOT afraid!"
"Oh. Then maybe yer' just a *****." At this Harokotu charged at Logan. Logan dodged his sword and kneed him in the stomach. He tried to punch Logan, but Logan caught his fist and twisted it, breaking his wrist. He braced Harokotu's shoulder and punched him in the face several times. Logan let go and kicked Harokotu's staggering form through the door onto the bloody dojo floor. Logan crouched down over Harokotu's chest and stared into his puffy bruised face.
"Ya know. I coulda killed you a minute ago. But I didn't. I felt like taking my time. See, I got some bad news last night, and I'm not in a very good mood. And instead of releasing that tension with a friendly golf game, I decided to take it out on you. So, ya afraid of me now?" Harokotu stared at Logan blankly. "I'll take that as a yes." He quickly impaled Harokotu with his claws.
11:00 PM
THE YASHIDA COMPOUND
"Its not true!," screamed Mariko as she stood before her father.
"I can assure you, Mariko. I heard it with my own ears."
"It can't be true. He wouldn't do that."
"We've only known him a few weeks."
"But we were....we were-"
"Mariko, he never loved you. He never cared about you. He was using you."
"But-"
"It may be harsh, but its the truth. We've been investigating him. I do this with everyone I hire."
"Wh-why did you have to tell me?"
"I thought you'd want to know. I don't understand..."
"I would have been fine not knowing. Never seeing him again. Remembering him the way he was."
"The way he was...it was a lie. And there is a reason why I told you this." He pulled a sword from a nearby rack and began to examine it. "You know what happens now."
11:30 PM
SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE OF TOKYO
Logan kept on driving until he knew he was far enough out of the city. He found a pay phone on a deserted stretch of road and parked his bike. After fumbling in his pocket for a quarter and checking the number on the card for the third time, he made the call he had been dreading all night.
"Yeah, Asano. It's me. I've got something to-................Yeah, I just finished it. I'm heading back now. But, about that...I've changed my mind..............I know what I told you three weeks ago, I'm goin' back on it...............Don't yell, Asano..........Listen, yer' gonna have to get someone else, cuz I ain't doin' this...............Why? It's...the girl...I can't do it................After last night...I'll never see her again. She'll be happy again someday. She'll find someone who actually deserves her. Someone who isn't me...............No, I'm not taking it. Not from you or Shingen.................I don't need it. I just wanna leave this place and forget this whole thing................Making a big mistake? Sure. I'v made a lot of mistakes in my life. One more mistake is just one more mistake..............Well, **** you too, Asano." Logan hung up the phone and got back on his bike. He looked around and sniffed the night air. "**** you too."
12:00 PM
THE YASHIDA COMPOUND
Logan stepped through the large wooden doors of Shingen's old office and stopped. Shingen sat behind a large desk reading a thick book.
"Logan," said Shingen looking up from his reading. "Has it been done?"
"Yeah."
"Well, your money is in the case on that table beside the door. Take it and leave promptly."
"....No."
"What?"
"I don't want it."
"You don't? Then what
do you want?"
"I don't want anything from you."
"Uh, is this some sort of joke?"
"No...I just don't want it. I can't take it."
"It's a large amount of money..."
"I know. I don't want it."
"Very well. There's no reason for you to stay here any longer. Goodbye Mr. Logan."
"Goodby. Mr. Yashida." Logan left the office quietly. He left the compound the same way he had came: A stone bridge that arched over a babbling river. At its peak he stopped. He was surrounded by the forest and the moon was full in the sky.
"Why are you here?," said Logan, sniffing the air.
"I wanted to see you one last time," said Mariko from the door behind him. Logan turned to see her standing with her hair in a knot, wearing dark blue robes looking more beautiful than he had ever seen her.
"Your father..."
"One last time, Logan." Mariko walked up to Logan and stared deeply into his eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek and Logan gently wiped it away. "I-I know...everything."
"Everything?" said Logan seeming bewildered.
"My father found out."
"Mariko, I-"
"No, I understand. Who wouldn't do what you did. The Japanese goverment comes knocking on your door. Job of a lifetime. Use my family's resources to destroy all the other groups, then the grand finale: after gaining our trust, you turn on us. The goverment washes Tokyo clean, and you get a fat check."
"Please, Mariko-"
"But what I don't understand is why you had to pretend to be in love with me. Why you had to break my heart. So, when did you plan to do it? Were you going to burn down the compound? Or gut us personally? Laugh in my face as I bleed to death?"
"Mariko, it's not.....it's not what it-" Logan felt his voice crack and disappear. he did not know what to say. Mariko slowly pulled a sword from beneath her robes.
"Fight me."
"What?"
"Fight me!"
"No."
"FIGHT ME!" Mariko quickly began to cut at Logan from all angles. Blood began to pour from his body, but he stood his ground. Mariko kicked Logan to the ground.
"Fight back, Logan!"
"I-I can't," said Logan quietly.
"Why?," aked Mariko, tears now streaming down her face. ONce again, Logan was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Close your eyes." Logan didn't. Mariko thrust the sword deep into his chest and pulled it out. He began to bleed profusely, and he could feel it fill his throat and choke him. Logan stared into Mariko's eyes.
"B-because, I love you," said Logan, struggling to speak. His eyes rolled backwards and his body went limp in the pool of blood. Mariko pushed his lifeless body into the river and watched it float out of sight. She dropped to her knees and began to sob violently.
"I love you, too."
TO BE CONTINUED