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Chapter 11

Mariko tossed and turned, moaning in the bed. Images in her dreams bubbled up, and she could not hold them back. Bright and vivid as yesterday they were, taking her back to that first night when she'd been separated from the other agents:

"I can have you whenever I want," Creed had sneered when he had maneuvered her into his room. She fell roughly across the large double bed, staring up into white pupiless eyes. Her dark eyes narrowed, and she inhaled deeply.

"Maybe so, gaijin," she whispered; though her heart pounded in fear. Long blonde hair and sweat merged into the leering grin as Creed leaned down on his haunches and licked his lips.

"You scared of me, sweetie pie?" he laughed in her face.

"A fool would have no fear of you, Creed-san," she said as politely as possible. "And I do fear you. But that does not mean I'm AFRAID of you�"

"Cute, really cute," he snickered, grabbing her chin and turning her face from side to side. Inspecting her like he would inspect a piece of meat.

"What do you want me to do� now that you have me?" she asked.

"I paid good money for ya," he snickered, his hot breath and stench on her face. A low growl sounded in his throat.

"How much?" she asked, centering her mind on the physical. Trying not to flinch as his clawed hands traced down her body, pulling her uniform aside as he squeezed her like ripe fruit.

Mariko felt him pull her roughly to him, and inhale her scent. She closed her eyes, pushing against him as he crushed her to his body, and then yanked her head back by grabbing handfuls of her long hair. His lips bruised hers as he forced his tongue past her lips, and shoved her to the wall. When he pulled away he was laughing at her, and she flinched.

A heavy knock came at the door as Creed still had her pinned to the wall. "What?" he snarled. "I'm busy, dammit!"

"Stop playing with your food, Agent X2," came a gruff voice. "I heard about your little deal. And you don't know what you've got there�"

"My payment was whatever I wanted, spoils o' war," Sabretooth snarled. The door slid open and Mariko saw the face she hated. The man who had torn her and the others from her home. Shinobi Shaw. Fear filled her, and Sabretooth smelled its heady scent. She tensed and hid behind his large body.

"You're a disgusting animal," Shaw said as he turned up his nose. "She's wasted on you�"

"You got five minutes, Jap before I try out these claws on you and see what you ate for breakfast�" Creed snarled low in his throat.

"Get her cleaned up. She's not yours all of the time," said another voice.

"This ain't no peepshow, General," Creed muttered. "When I'm done�"

"You're entitled to your payment, but we also have a share. This woman is a mutant. And we also require her services during the daytime. At night she is yours to do with as you wish, provided she remains ALIVE�"

"Oh she will," Creed said. She tensed in fear as he crushed her to his chest and his claws dug into her.

"What do you want," she asked them both. "I am his, am I not? Was that not the bargain?"

"Yes and no. You're pretty valuable merchandise to me. Both of you. Don't forget you're an operative too, Creed. Or should I say X2. You get outta line� and spoil X34, and you lose your comfortable cage�"

"Shaddup ya pansy. You make me SICK�" Creed laughed in his face. "Using me t' do your dirty work cause you ain't MAN enough to get yer hands dirty�"

A loud crackling sound came as the general whipped out a cane, and white sparks erupted. It pressed into Creed's shoulder and he snarled in pain, arching as electrical sparks jumped over him. He writhed, releasing Mariko as he crumpled. Another series of jolts crackled over him, and Creed's claws raked and scratched.

"You are property of the government, X2, and don't you FORGET it. You're nothing but a MUTIE. So remember your place, or else all this is over�" said the man as Mariko stood there in shock.

"You're killing him�" Mariko bit as she flinched and saw her capture writhing in pain. "He is your soldier� and yet�"

"Don't make me laugh," Shinobi Shaw chuckled. "You enjoy seeing the animal writhe�"

"Stop it, you're hurting him�" Mariko said as the general continued to poke Creed with the pain stick. He roared, flailing his hands. Her hand shot out and grabbed his.

"Big mistake," the General snarled as he brought up his hand. She felt stars explode as she went sailing across the bed and crashed to the floor next to her erstwhile captor.

"I apologize, sir," Shaw said.

"Make sure she knows her place. I want her behaving, and I want her in lab 5 today. Just why I promised X2�"

"Cowards," Creed snarled. "One of these days�"

"Are you going to behave yourself and get her cleaned up?" asked the General. "Have I made myself clear?"

"Crystal," Creed muttered as he felt his healing factor kick in. Mariko shivered convulsively on the floor. She felt a claw clamp down on her as she lay there.

"So� Shaw, I am not just� amusement?"

"You're a very valuable commodity, I repeat. She has the power to make the hardest of polymers� "

"Is that so? Well� I've got half a mind to take her away�"

"She's mine," Creed grumbled. "Payment� as promised�"

"Then you're responsible for her. Train her to keep a civil tongue in her head. And if YOU get out of line, no more X34 to warm your bed, got it?" the General said.

"Barbarians," Shaw said in Japanese.

"Get him OUTTA here," Creed snarled, as he got to his feet. "Or I'll�"

"Leave, Mr. Shaw�" he said. He snapped his fingers and motioned the sentry over.

"Yes sir?"

"Get the woman some clothes. And whatever X2 wants�" said the General.

"Yes sir�"

"Changing yer tune aren't ya, fearless leader?" Creed asked, giving him a peculiarly psychotic smile. He roughly yanked Mariko to her feet, and pulled her close to him, his claws digging slightly into her hip.

"A friendly reminder. You make sure she behaves, and she's yours. But she's ours during the day. And X34, you'd better not give us any reason for complaint� or I'll make sure you're treated a lot worse than X2's tender mercies�"

"So, you done? Can I get on with business?" Creed asked as he took a slow threatening step towards the General.

"Yes. But don't be TOO rough. And make sure she's ready to go by seven thirty� the lab boys are anxious to test her mutant abilities� then she's yours. You and Fox are responsible for teaching her how to fight� how to behave�" said the General.

"My pleasure. But why ya bringing the squaw in on this?" Creed curled his lips in disgust.

"To make sure YOU behave," said the General. "She's the only one that I trust to do so�"

"Friggin fantastic, I'm jumping for joy," Creed retorted.

"Carry on," the General said with a wave of his hand. The door slid shut, leaving them alone. Mariko was trembling with anger and fear. Creed seemed to thrive on it, because she felt rough lips cover hers as he drew away.

"You're my payment sweet cheeks," he snickered, and she felt his tongue like sandpaper lick down her throat. "And I aim t' collect� little Miss Yum yum."

"You know Gilbert� and Sullivan then," Mariko breathed, her stomach squirming. How ever did the ancestors stand this sort of thing? Granted her own history was filled with ladies and lords who did duty. Those that were violated. Even those lowborn were elevated by arrangements or conquered by visiting shoguns. If her cousin could be the warrior than she must be. Find any weakness and use it against her enemy.

"Ancestors grant me strength," she whispered.

"Haw I ain't some mindless brute like they think, honey bunch,' he snorted, his large clawed hands continuing to pinch her flesh all over. He frowned momentarily. The stench of fear was no longer present, muted as her muscles dropped and she lay there across the bed, bending like a reed in the wind.

"You wish to violate me, do so now," Mariko said, as she closed her eyes and relaxed her body. "If you are my master, I will obey�"

"Shit, this ain't fun," Creed muttered as he saw her refusing to fight. Damn her.

Air moved as Creed stood up and looked at her. She blinked up at him. Roughly he yanked her to her feet. "You do not wish to take me?"

"You sly bitch," he mumbled. "I like it when my prey struggles. But you suddenly got REALLY boring� and�"

"If you wish me to amuse you, there is another way," Mariko said. "You know of the geisha�"

"High priced whores?" he snickered.

"There are other ways that I will serve you, and you will take me, and I will not know when," she said slowly. "Provide me with the necessary trinkets and I will look beautiful for you. Rub your shoulders, your tired feet, accompany you�"

"Hmm, a pretty little toy to play with, I like that," Creed snickered. "Tell you what� you amuse me, and I'll keep ya alive. And I WILL take you. You won't know WHEN, or how, and that will be FUN�"

"If that is what you wish," she said slowly. "Then so be it. But you will NEVER have my mind or spirit�"

That was the right combination of words, for she saw his tongue licking his lips. "Now� that's the stuff. You got it girly pie. Yer mine�"

"If I am to do this, I must play the part," she said.

Creed grabbed her wrist and then punched the intercom, "HEY, lowlife! Get me some nice Jap threads for the girl! And some booze and smokes! I've got some entertaining to do!"

"Yes X2," said the crisp answer. He thrust Mariko over so she sat on the bed, and he got up and paced slowly as if waiting. A caged lion, in a gilded cage but still a prisoner. What was the worse of the evils? Being a bed warmer for Sabretooth, or being a slave in the government labs? Mariko knew that with him was the lesser of two evils.

Then minutes passed and he took the bundles thrown in. He pushed her gently into the bathroom, grunting at her to work her magic. Then she'd emerged a half-hour later, demurely shuffling forwards in war paint and silks to advance on him, there on the bed. He lay there, puffing on the choice cigars that were one of his little compensation. Her demure whispers as she raised him up and rubbed his shoulders, then his feet. Poured his brandy, and fetched him his food. And he seemed to be very pleased at her being there to order around.

His own little plaything. That was the last time for a while that he even touched her or kissed her. That night however she'd been dragged out of the lab, and tossed into his cell. How he'd been smelling of sweat as he grabbed her with one hand and squeezed her close to his body to lay down, snoring in one ear.

She shared his bed, and his food. But always was the threat that he could take her, violate her at any time. He never did, but the threat of this control was enough to give him that jolt of fear he needed.

Tears flowed from her eyes, and she flinched. "Shh, easy now, easy darlin," came a rough voice that held her close to a solid strong body, flesh curving over solid adamantium.

She shivered there, and then realized where she was. The smell was not Creed, but someone else. Morning light beamed against her face, through blurred features, and she felt strong arms wrapped closely around her, not out of possession, but of protection. They were in his cabin, and she had fallen asleep. Her silk kimono rested over one chair with his jeans, shirt and robe in a neat heap.

Soft kisses touched her lips. Followed by a slight growl and a warm tongue. She turned over, chuckling as she pretended to be asleep. Her weary body twisted over and she lay on her side next to his hard muscular body. Turning her over he lay her on her back, and she felt his knee slipping between hers as he leaned his weight partly on hers.

"Logan-chan," she murmured, blinking past his tangle of dark hair. It blocked the light pouring in through the vertical blinds. She felt his lips cover hers, tongue teasing through an insistent growl that urged her to let him in. When he let her up for breath, she felt the brush of his goatee and cheeks against her chin before he leaned over her. A smile graced his lips, small but perceptible. Blue eyes glowed deeply with a hint of pride and protectiveness that stunned her.

Memories drifted behind a door, as the sensory overload of his smell, taste and touch assaulted her. Thankfully she forgot the stench of her captor, and his leering grin. Losing herself in Logan's eyes she felt none of the shame. None of the fear. Because she was not that same woman. Not in his eyes.

"Sleep ok?" he asked, pushing a lock of hair out of her face as he shifted his weight so she was more comfortable.

"The best in weeks," she murmured back, fingering his sideburns. As her memories of the night before came into focus, she realized what had transpired. Her body didn't posses the characteristic aches that would be evidence of anything more than sleeping next to the man who shared her bed.

Morning light flickered behind the opaque surfaces that were open only slightly. Silhouettes of moving branches rustled in the mountain air. If she didn't know better she could swear they were in her homeland Japan, and not in a small cabin tucked away in New York State. Again she blinked, looking at his head resting on the pillow next to hers, his hair as black as hers yet different in texture. She realized that he still wore boxer shorts and she was in her undergarments. Another piece of evidence that showed his restraint.

Why was he holding back, Michelle wondered? She peered into those clear blue eyes, veiled by dark lashes, which traced all over her body. Did he somehow suspect what had almost not transpired?

"Good mornin', M'iko," he purred, nuzzling her chin.

"Um, excuse me?" she shivered.

"Yes M'iko," he whispered. She glanced with panicked worry, but his blue gaze reassured her it was all right.

"If you're going to use it its not M'ko, it's Mariko," she mumbled.

"Your last name's pretty influential. And if I'm not mistaken, it's one of the few still holdin' lands in Japan� he gave up a lot didn't he? I mean considering�"

"You knew all along? My real name�" she bristled.

"I only just figured it out last night, actually�" he admitted, straightening up. "Relax� I'm not grilling ya� I just wanted to get it clear that I know why you're so�"

"You know a lot more than I bargained," she mumbled, turning over on her side.

"I'm no dummy, Mariko," he murmured. "There's a big reason that they wanted you. Not just cause you were a mutant, but because you're Japanese royalty in a sense. Get their hands on you� an they have something to bargain with the clan�"

"What do you know?" she bristled.

"Well, if your dad didn't skip town, and pass on the family birthrights to your uncle, he'd have been stuck with bein' the family head. He wasn't the kinda guy for that. He was a scientist, like you are. That's why your cousin's in line to inherit the whole thing, not you� that's why Creed wanted you so badly among other sick reasons�"

"Creed has no connections to� or any interest in that� it's just a title�" said Michelle.

"You know it ain't," he said softly. "An I know yer old man's not the brightest when it comes to street smarts, or he would've given you a different last name� I guess he was counting on the fact that Yashida is a big clan with lots o' relatives claiming they've got rights to the lands."

"It isn't an uncommon name," she muttered. "So why would you think that�"

"Just a feeling," he murmured as he stroked his finger down her arm. "But that's NOT why I was helping you relax. I just want you to know that I know who and what you are, and that's not the reason we're�"

"I don't know what to say Logan� how did you figure it out? Other than what you said?"

"Put the pieces together. I don't care what your family name is. Cared about ya before and I still do. Past doesn't matter�"

"Logan-chan," she murmured, slipping her arms around his neck to kiss him. He turned over and gently pressed her to the bed, sliding his hand up and down her cheek.

"So you and Hank are pretty close huh? Since we're together am I gonna have to get the big brother lecture from him about how I'd better treat ya right or I'll kick your butt?"

"Perhaps�"

"Does he know about you� I mean the real you? You were college buddies, you said?"

She rubbed his chest gently, and traced her fingers through the dark abundance of hair. "We knew each other since I moved to Toronto for that semester abroad. And we kept in touch�"

"So he does, or doesn�t?" Logan asked, kissing her hand and working his way up her arm.

"No, he doesn't," said Mariko. "You are the only one� Logan-chan. You and the one who�"

"Let's not go there, sweetheart," he said pressing a finger on her lips. "Remember what I said� I don't care� but I do have one question� your dad was some kind of hot shot scientist, so why wasn't he the Lord of the clan Yashida� instead of your uncle�"

"Yes," she nodded. "He didn't want to take up the family business�"

"You mean clan leadership?" Logan asked.

"That is right," she said softly. "And I can't let anybody know Logan� now that you know you can't tell anybody�"

"I'm not just anybody," he said.

"I know that, believe me, and I trust you with my life," she said, smoothing his hair as he lay her head and shoulders on his chest. Her trust in him brought a lump to Logan's throat, and he wondered what on earth he'd done to deserve such a lady. Feelings were brewing inside of him, and he knew that he hadn't ever felt about her like he had about anyone. Anyone that he could remember anyway. Suddenly the whole situation with Red did not matter anymore. She could be damned. This lady was worth everything to him. And he meant to keep her in his life for as long as he could.

"Same applies here, darlin'. An it's an even better reason why you need t' stay with the X men. Too bad your cousin's too damn proud to join us. He's one hell of a powerful mutant� didn't figure that you were one� did they?"

"No. He's got a power that's useful, but he figures it's better off in Japan, not here," said Michelle softly.

"Now you'd better stop putting yourself down or I'm going to have to punish you, M'iko," he growled, reaching across to kiss a spot right in front of her ear. Logan hummed into her ear, his teeth lightly fastening on the outer edge. She gasped and leaned to kiss his ear softly, and work along the outer edge as well.

"I just want ya to know�" he held his breath. Last time he'd confessed to someone in bed it had turned out pretty lousy.

"What?" she asked.

"Well, Jean and I� why she's so�"

"You don't have to. I know you two were once lovers," Mariko smiled.

"You knew�" he trailed off, moving off her and rubbing his hand through his hair. "Um� well�"

"And you know what? I don't care� Shocked? I'm not your typical woman," Mariko said with a laugh.

"Wow," Wolverine muttered, shaking his head. That was a new one. Usually women would pry him about his prowess after first showering him with praise. Mariko smiled at him with a knowing look, kissing his bare shoulder as she stroked his chest.

"It takes far more than that sort of thing to make me angry. Because she's not here with you. I am," she said.

"True, and I'm glad that's the case," he said soberly, kissing her temple softly as he hugged her closely for a long minute. She felt his crushing protective embrace, and returned it, letting him hold her close.

"What the hell did I do to deserve you, M'iko�" he muttered.

"You have to understand something, Logan chan," she said, tipping his chin to face her. "I may be inexperienced in SOME matters, but I am not when it comes to matters of the heart. I wouldn't be here with just ANY man. And you know that. Otherwise you wouldn't have brought me here�"

"I know you know about me� an� well I do want ya to know that yer not just another�"

"Let's keep from getting overly mushy," she said as she kissed him. "It's not what you say, that is most important, it's what you do. And right now, I can think of something I'd much rather be doing than talking about Jean and our past loves or lack thereof�"

Wolverine couldn't argue with that logic. "How about I show ya the perks of havin' a private bathroom. You newbies don't have that privilege� and well�"

"So that's where my robe disappeared to," Mariko laughed as Logan pulled it around her waist.

"I grabbed you a couple things last night from your room while you were asleep. Hope ya don't mind�"

"Not just anyone could slip into the girl's dorm without getting caught," Mariko chuckled. "I'm not sure whether to thank you or kick you�"

"I um� you didn't have much laundry, and I grabbed the first thing I found in the closet� don't kick me�" Logan mumbled. "I don't know if ya wear something like this really often� I've seen you sometimes when you want to relax�"

She saw one of her few kimonos folded. The silk ones that she would wear around her house in Japan. On a casual day she sometimes still wore them. "I mean you had a few of those sailor outfits� and I figured they weren't an option� since yer 21 and all�"

"I keep those for special occasions," she winked.

"I can imagine�" he licked his lips. "Just as long as you only wear 'em for me�"

"But seriously, this will give Gambit even MORE of an excuse to call me Madam Butterfly," Mariko rolled her eyes.

"So what? Remember what I said about bein' yourself? You wear these sometimes when ya wanna relax� so what if it's not jeans and a tank top� besides I don't want anyone else lookin at ya in the way I am now�" he half teased.

Mariko had let her robe drop, and she smiled as she reached for her unmentionables. He held out the silk kimono, not a fancy one, but far finer than the cheap imitations you got at costume parties. IT was white silk with tracings of small flowers stitched. Not the garish sort but a real one that a person would wear on a daily basis. He batted off her hands as he fastened the fastenings with ease, including the belt that wrapped around her waist. Grabbing the pair of sticks she normally used she twisted her hair around and pinned it back into an updo, letting only a few pieces hang down.

"Beautiful," he muttered.

"I'd have dressed like this sooner than last night, if I knew you'd be this turned on," she joked.

"Um another confession. I HAVE seen you in your room� um� when you�" he said as he shimmed into a pair of jeans, and zipped them up.

"How do you know I wasn't putting on a show because I knew you were there, Logan chan?" Mariko joked as she slipped her feet into a pair of wooden sandals, and stood by the door. He scrambled into a pair of boxers, tumbling on the floor clumsily.

"Damn� and I thought I was sneaky�" he gasped as she leaned down and pulled him up. Grabbing a T-shirt he threw it on. She took off her sandals and then went and started making his bed as he dressed.

Wolverine noticed this, and shook his head, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. Granted he didn't mind. But how many of his women had done THIS the morning after? He grabbed a belt and snaked it through his beltloops, buckling it. He thrust his T-shirt into the waistband.

"Knock that off Princess, and let's go get something to eat," he joked as he took her hand. She swept the fan out of her belt and bopped him on the head. Logan grumbled and grabbed a pair of boots. Socks hit him in the head as Mariko found the pair he'd lost under his pillow. Sitting on the edge of his chair piled high with laundry he put on socks then tugged his boots on.

"I'm not done yet, silly," she scolded him, arranging the pillows before turning. She took his hand and slipped on her sandals.

"Remind me not to piss you off when you're holding such a deadly weapon," he joked, as she folded the fan and slid it into her belt.

"You're lucky it wasn't my other fan," she winked knowingly. "That one's made out of titanium� sharpened to a fine edge�"

"Ouch�" he winced, opening the bedroom door for her. "Remind me not to piss you off when you're serving tea�"

"Tea ceremony's next�" she said as she shuffled over and into the kitchen.

"My job this morning," he said, moving past her. "You just sit down here and let me spoil you rotten�"

"Should I undress and perhaps wait for you to bring it to me in bed?" she asked.

"Later," he rumbled in his throat. "Right now I just wanna watch ya eat every bite of what I put in front of ya�"

He was not Sabretooth. She was glad. Then and there she knew why he had not taken her. She was worth far more than a mere woman to satisfy his appetite. He had filled in the pieces of her treatment, and had found the remedy. Something worth having was worth taking one's time with. The taming of something wild required patience, not harshness. This Logan knew above all else despite the gaps in his memories. When she was ready he'd make his next move, but not before. He didn't want to make the mistake he had before.

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