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Ultimate Mariko	By : Polymer Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 1702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 19

Disclaimer: I don't own X men, Ultimate or Otherwise. I don't get PAID For writing this story which is fanfiction. It's to entertain fans only, not to make me rich!This disclaimer applys to all following chapters.
In New York City, they had landed the Minijet, and watched as it left them in Central Park. Then it was hailing a taxi to go to a location that Michelle had told him.

Wolverine put on his hat and shouldered his battered knapsack. While the valet had offered to take his bags, he grabbed Michelle's suitcase with a grunt instead, as they opened the door of the taxi. Michelle strode alongside him, wearing a formal business suit; her hair swept up in a bun with a few tendrils of hair hanging down.

"We've been expecting you," said two security guards as they strode up to the Japanese embassy.

"This is some joint," Logan whistled under his breath as he saw the eyes of the guards on him. They saw some shabby urban cowboy of all things standing beside the lady, and he glared at them to show he meant business.

"I've come to see the ambassador, Mr. Wing," she said quickly, then repeated in flawless Japanese.

"He's right this way� may we ask who your friend is?"

"He is my significant other," she said quickly. "And he can be trusted�"

"This way," they said as they bustled her in. Michelle walked across the glossy floor after abandoning her shoes. Logan yanked off his boots, and set them to one side, accepting the slippers they passed his way. He let the bags be taken away, but kept his watch on Michelle. Walking over he strode next to her, and she felt relief at his presence.

He removed his hat when they were marched into a large parlor. Other suited men, all Japanese, walked by and dipped their heads in a respectful bow. They opened the door on a large office suite, and Michelle strode in, motioning for Logan to follow. He knew better than to be stupid about this. Something told him that he was expected to comport himself with a strange dignity. Weapon X training kicked in, and he surveyed the room.

"Cousin, it is good to see you," came a voice in Japanese, and he saw a young man in a charcoal gray suit standing in the study.

"Shiro," she whispered, and he extended his hands. The two embraced, and Logan recognized the young man, about her age.

"It is good to see you safe, cousin," he said. "And who is this?"

"May I present Logan-san� the one person I can trust," she said.

"Who is this�"

"He insists on protecting me, cousin. He is the man I love," she whispered. Shiro glanced at the pendant that hung around his neck and snorted a bit, but backed down.

"So, he knows," he murmured.

"You bet I do, pal," he said quickly. "I ain't stupid, and I know what's going down. I'm prepared t' do whatever she needs. And that starts with knowing what in hell made ya drag her here after ya dumped her with�"

"Mind your manners, gaijin�"

"Shiro, you will treat him with the proper respect," Michelle said sharply, in a tone of voice that would brook no opposition. He actually backed away, to Logan's amusement. Her posture was almost regal in its bearing, and he saw again the noble that he had read the file on.

"My apologies� I am not accustomed to outsiders�" Shiro coughed. "You are one of the X men?"

"Yeah. I'm Wolverine to them, bub. And if yer thinking what I think ya are, you're wrong. I happen to think that she needs me here. And I don't take kindly t' people givin' me dirty looks unless they settle whatever's on their minds� if you have a problem with me, just say it to my face now, bub."

"I don't trust outsiders. But if my cousin has chosen you, I shall respect her wishes."

"Yeah, how about ya stop acting like she ain't here, for starters," Logan whispered. Shiro fumed, and Michelle gave a smile.

"Relax, beloved. He will have to as they say, deal with you. So, how bad are things?"

"Worse than imagined. We must go now� the plane is waiting�"

"Fine, let's get goin' then, and stop jawing," Logan mumbled. He'd thankfully removed his hat, and the white shirt under his leather jacket was freshly laundered. He had worn a pair of extremely nice slacks, and looked quite formal in a western sort of way. Shiro was uncomfortable at this 'outsider' but he stepped aside as Michelle slid her arm in his, and guided him alongside of her. He saw the security guards pick up their luggage, and Shiro fell in behind her as they were escorted outside of the Embassy.

"Just so you know, Logan-san, she is first and foremost my cousin. I will not take kindly to those who would think lightly of it."

"No problems here," Logan said firmly. "Unless some people make something of it�"

"Good," Shiro nodded. The guards opened the limo door, and Logan released Mariko's hand to allow her in first. He waited, and Shiro nodded that it was appropriate for him to sit next to her. Shiro slid in opposite, and the door was shut.

"This is gonna be interesting," he muttered to himself as the limousine glided off towards the airport, accompanied by several other unmarked vehicles.

***

The Leer jet streaked across the blue skies, on a direct flight towards San Francisco, and Tokyo. Logan was sitting in a very comfortable seat, and the door had shut, leaving him in the main cabin near where Shiro sat. Michelle had wandered off in the company of one of the stewardesses, and he had straightened up.

"It's all right. I have to change into something more appropriate," she said slowly.

"Don't mind me, I'm just a bit jumpy that's all�" he muttered.

Now Shiro had returned, wearing more traditional clothes, and Logan couldn't believe what he was seeing. Shiro was holding something out to him, in a silk box. "My cousin suggests you might wish to change into something more� suitable for a man of your station�"

"For me, you shouldn't have," Logan joked sarcastically. He took the box, and Shiro directed him to the rear cabin where Mariko had gone.

"If you will," he said.

"Sure, why the hell not," Logan shrugged. He opened the door and whistled at the large oak paneling, and the sumptuous furnishings. A door lead to what was probably a small bedroom, for the door was shut and he could hear female voices from behind it. The other was a lavatory. This was the lounge, and he put down the box and opened it up. A rather nice suit was enclosed inside, and he grumbled as he realized he would have to leave certain parts of his comfortable nature behind.

Later after he had buttoned the cuffs, he looked at himself in the mirror. It fit well, and he was relieved he didn't have to wear a bowtie, because the Nehru collar buttoned a bit around his neck and the jacket fit nicely. Still he wore those blasted slippers and wondered when the ladies would emerge.

He sat down, and then the door slid open. One of the stewardesses was dressed in a cream colored kimono, long and lovely, and wore the traditional outfit of a geisha or lady in waiting. Another walked over, and he glanced up at the sound of her footsteps.

"I know it's a bit much, but I hope you don't mind," she said.

"You talking about ME or you," he trailed off as he saw her in the robes of a Japanese lady, and his heart skipped a beat. Damn if she didn�t' look like some blasted fairytale princess with the tall wig bound in her hair, and the long robes trailing slightly on the floor. She was about his height, but something about the kimono, embroidered with multicolored threads, and the red robe around her shoulders made her seem taller.

Light shimmered off the small pieces of silver that dangled from the ends of twin decorative sticks thrust into either side of the ornate bun. Flowers and other decorative hairpieces were woven into the whole thing for effect, and he saw a bit of makeup had covered her freckled skin, giving her the appearance of something out of Madame Butterfly. Those silk robes were easily worth far more than what were most people would make in an average year, and her small feet barely were visible as she walked lightly towards him.

"It's still me," she whispered as he stood there, stunned.

"I know, but you're so beautiful," he murmured, rubbing a hand through his hair. She nodded to both of the women� Logan thought the term 'ladies in waiting' was the appropriate term� and they walked over to the small minibar to pull out refreshments.

Her hands were partly obscured by the long bell sleeves, and she strode up to stand before Logan, in his suit. He suddenly felt like he was rough, uncultured and some sort of beast in clothes pretending to be a man compared to the vision in front of him. Damn, what did he do to get into this?

She held up a hand and stroked his face, and he reached out to touch her sleeve, as if he was afraid she'd dissolve into mist. He saw her eyes were moist with something like tears, and there was no trace of the feral woman that had shared his bed, for the fine clothes and makeup hid them well. But her scent was the same, buried under lotus water and rich perfume.

"I'm not going to break," she said, noticing the faraway look on his face. "Please say something Logan�"

"Just admiring the view," he whispered as he stroked her cheek. She took his hand and squeezed it. Taking her hand in his he lead her over to sit down on the sofa, and kept a distance between them as the ladies in waiting brought various food items and set them down before them.

"You can leave us alone now," she said softly, and they both bowed. Logan saw the sadness in her eyes as she watched them, and didn't look directly at him.

"I'm sorry darlin�" he said as he reached over and took her hand, kissing it. "I didn't mean to upset ya�"

"It's not you, Logan-chan, it's just� for a moment I thought you were thinking you weren't worthy of�"

"What do ya see in me, darlin? I'm nothing like ya� I'm sorry to even THINK that but that was what was runnin' through my head�"

"What does fleshly appearance matter when the heart's noble�" she said as she met his gaze. "I'm still the Michelle you love under it all�"

"I know� and I'm sorry� you forgive a dumb butt like me?" he said, giving her puppy dog eyes.

"Always," she said as she leaned over, and he slid his arm around her, moving close so their thighs touched. Logan slid his arm and pulled her close, and she felt his lips cover hers in a gentle kiss. His fingers rubbed over the nape of her neck, and she lightly teased his lips with her tongue.

He opened his mouth to allow her access, inhaling her scent and feeling the richness of silk under rough fingers. Their tongues caressed, and he grasped her closer feeling her fingers burying in his hair. Easily he reached down and picked her up, to pull her onto his lap, silk robes and all.

"Gotta be more comfortable than this damn sofa�" he mumbled against her lips, and she knew he was humoring her because it was extremely soft. Though the feel of his hard muscled thighs was familiar, and the taste of his mouth was a grounding influence. He pulled her to him again for another kiss that was restrained but slow and passionate.

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"Logan," Mariko murmured.

"What love?" he asked as he pulled away, smiling now that he was reassured she WAS the same Michelle he knew and loved.

"Shiro wants an audience," she chuckled.

"Flamin' great," Logan groaned. "Do I gotta give up having ya on my lap?"

"No. Let him see us as we are� he knows you're my consort�"

"Consort? Ouch," Logan chuckled as his cheeks took on a rare shade of pink. "Guess that's classier than saying boyfriend or mate� sure, I can live with that�"

"You're going to have to," she smiled, nipping at his nose. He glanced up as the two ladies in waiting opened the door, and Mariko nodded to them.

"My apologies cousin� I wished to talk to you, but if I am interrupting you�"

"It's all right, if it's all right with the lady," Logan said.

"It is all right. I'm sure you have questions beloved, that you want answered�"

"So, mind telling me just what we're up against?" Logan asked. "This Shaw character is someone we've tangled with before� but Lady Deathstrike� she's no lightweight�"

"It is appropriate that he fight with us, Shiro," said Mariko quietly. "She is a common enemy to us all."

"There is another with her. The assassin Kwannon, and the others under her thumb. And the ones known as Hydra�"

"Oh hell," Logan groaned. "Not THEM�"

"It is worse," Mariko shivered. "Dear God what are you getting us into?"

"Your brother was correct in calling on you. If I am to understand, you are quite the warrior yourself Logan-san�"

"Now this is a change. First yer ready to boot me out the door and now you're buddy buddy," Logan snorted.

"I apologize. I did not recognize you," said Shiro. "Friends are few and far between�"

"I know who YOU are, bub. I remember Weapon X. I know what Silver Fox did to mess with your head," Logan said quietly. "And if I'm not mistaken, she's screwing with ya now�"

"Silver fox is not our enemy. Who do you think tipped me off that you were safe, cousin?"

"Now just a minute," Logan said.

"Silver Fox is ever your ally, though she despises you personally," said Shiro uncomfortably.

"I know all about that. Get to the damn point," Logan cut in. "She hates my guts but she's ready to help me� how sweet of her�"

"She has respect for my cousin and me. She has acted as a double agent for Hydra. Though she is an operative she is a mercenary first. You would be surprised to know that she has been aware of your whereabouts for a while, cousin. She has kept the other Weapon X operatives from kidnapping you from the X men�"

"Great, who ELSE is after me?" Mariko groaned.

"The one known as Sabretooth�"

Logan growled, his teeth bared in anger as Michelle's face creased in anger. "What does he want?"

"You have to ask?" Logan snarled. "If he comes within three feet his ass is MINE!"

"He won't, thanks to Silver Fox," said Shiro. "And that will keep Hydra suitably occupied, for us to deal with those that captured my father�"

"How do we know he's alive?"

"Silver Fox is ensuring that. Lady Deathstrike is no idiot. She knows he's no use to us dead."

"What is the price?"

"Half of our holdings in Japan in exchange for his life," said Shiro. "And our word that we will not interfere with their activities�"

"Not much of a deal," said Mariko. "I think it's time we thought of a better option."

"Yes. And that's where you come in. Your x man training and my skills, and those of Wolverine will be most useful. We will find their rock and drag the cowards out into the sunlight," Shiro nodded.

"And where does her brother fit in?"

"He's in charge of the clan, but he is inexperienced. He needs your guidance and your wisdom, cousin," said Shiro. "You are still loved and respected, despite what Creed has done. My father has good reason to look beyond the obvious situation�"

"Smart man," Logan growled. "Cause if anyone gives her crap about it, they'll have to deal with ME�"

Shiro saw his wrists flex, and the gleam of sunlight off the adamantium claws. They quickly slid back into his arms and he looked visibly shaken. "And me�" he nodded slowly.

"While you are posturing, let me say something," Mariko snorted. "I won't stand for this stupidity. They will treat him with respect, or deal with me. Understand? He's worth far more than any of those that would kiss your feet and stab you in the back. I trust him with my life� and he will be given all the authority due a man of his position�"

"You heard the lady� you gotta get along with me, warts and all," Logan smirked.

"I hear you," Shiro said as he tugged at his collar a bit. "They will know better than to make such mistakes�"

He got up, and bowed to them both before exiting. Mariko sighed and looked at Logan and then smiled warmly at his smug look.

"So darlin, just what authority are ya talking about?" Logan asked as he leaned over and slid his hand over hers.

"Basically that of a noble of the clan," said Mariko matter of fact.

"So you're in their good graces or something?"

"Yes. As long as I'm alive, their claims to the leadership are void. I think that's why my brother insisted I return. The staff remembers and knows me. And they will listen to me�"

"Good for them� but does this mean�"

"Till they find my uncle, I fear I am in charge," she said, as she looked grimly out the window.

"Damn," he mumbled. "No wonder you were upset�"

"You now know what this means, don't you? If he IS dead� then I can't go back�"

"We'll have to make sure he IS alive then," said Logan quickly as he squeezed her hand.

"But if he isn't� Logan, I wasn't ready for this. I truly thought this life was behind me. Now I can't escape it� they'll INSIST that I become Clan leader. Though my brother has his own aspirations�"

"I know� he might not be so cute n' cuddly�" Logan mumbled. "He was a slippery customer� I don't trust him�"

"Nor do I, but we must put on a united front for the sake of my family. Shiro we can trust. He will watch my brother�"

"And I'll make sure you're safe. Nobody's gonna mess with ya on my watch�"

"That could be a VERY long time," she whispered. "That's why I didn't want you coming with me. Because the X men need you� and to come with me�"

"I love ya darlin, and you need me just as much now. We're in this together."

"Do you realize what you're saying?" she asked softly as she slid her hand over the pendant. "You might not see our friends again� for a long time if I am expected to�"

"We'll worry about that when it happens, darlin� one thing at a time�" he said as he put a hand over her lips. "Sure they're gonna miss me, but I can't bail on you�"

"Excuse me Lady, but we are going to land soon�" said the security guard in Japanese.

"And they want to make certain we're seat belted in, I know," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Tell them thanks but I do believe I am adult enough to know�"

"My apologies for disturbing you, milady," said the security guard as he bowed and retreated. Logan shook his head, snickering.

"Not a word from you, mister," Mariko said, trying to keep a straight face.

Logan pulled her face close and kissed her gently at first, and then deepened it. A low growl came through him, and she felt his hand sliding up and down her body through the silk. Sighing she slid her fingers in his hair and he thrust his tongue more deeply in her throat as he crushed her to him.

"Damn, I wanna have ya, but I don�t wanna mess up the nice warpaint and threads," he cursed.

"You'll get your chance soon, beloved," she whispered, shifting in his lap. Logan moaned in desire and grumbled at his lack of self-control.

"Don't move just yet, I kinda got a problem," he joked.

"I have a solution. Just close your eyes and lay still," she whispered as she stood up, and Logan complied. He opened one eye when he heard silk rustling.

"No peeking," she whispered, with a smile on her face. She removed the outer robing to reveal the kimono below and gently straddled him, draping the folds of silk around them so his legs were hiding.

"Ohh damn, that took them a hell of a long time to fix you up�" Logan groaned as she reached between them, and parted the silk of her kimono so she was sitting between them.

"There is a more private room in back," she whispered in his ear. Logan grabbed her hips, and got up, lifting her as if she were a small child.

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