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Chapter 5

Later that night, another contest was in full swing. Gambit had crowded half a dozen people into the men's lounge on the men's dormitory side. Ashtrays were off to one side as those who were nicotine cravers lit their cigarettes and flicked ash. The smoke curled around the table where they were all gathered. Colossus stared at his hand of cards, seated next to Kitty who was wearing a t shirt and sweatpants. Bobby was bare chested and in his long baggy cargo pants and a headscarf, scratching his head next to Gambit, who still wore a long brown trenchcoat over his shorts and tank top. Jean was on his other side, shaking her head at the hand of cards she'd been dealt, in a pair of lacey pink thongs and a loose tank top, which revealed her freckled skin, and the hint of a red bra. Shoes were piled to the sides, including boots, high tops, and others.

Michelle sat on Jean's other side, and her tank top was sitting in the center of the table next to Rogue's shirt and Storm's white headband. Logan was already bare chested, having thrown a red flannel shirt into the middle of the mess to leave himself in his jeans.

"All right, five card stud, aces wild� let's go," Gambit said. "Dealer goes last� place your bets� ah you've done so mes ami�"

Clustered around two card tables, the group peered at their cards. Colossus grabbed the bottle of French wine, and poured himself some more. It was passed around to everyone present. Tonight even Jean had turned a blind eye to underage drinking.

"All right, what have we got?" asked Bobby.

"Full house," said Colossus.

"Royal flush," said kitty.

"Crapola," sighed Storm.

"Same here," Rogue chuckled.Michelle groaned as she looked at her cards. She had nothing of consequence. Jean muttered something under her breath. "I swear it's rigged." she said tossing her hand down. "That has gotta be the worst hand ever."

"I know," muttered Michelle.

Kitty grinned, laying a pair of kings and a pair of jacks. "Not much, but hey� all for a good cause�"

"All right Wolverine, what have you got? I see you a pair of jeans," Gambit laughed.

"And a pair o' shorts from both of the ladies... strawberry an' chocolate," Bobby grinned, throwing down a straight.

Next to Michelle, Logan raised an eyebrow. "I ain't even gonna ask why your happy bout that." he said laying down his cards.

"Ohhh, you got a straight, but that ain't gonna save ya," Gambit grinned. He threw down four aces.

"Son of a BITCH," muttered Kitty.

"Kitty, watch your language!" Storm chided.

"You aren't the boss of me," Kitty stuck her tongue out.

"Children," Rogue laughed. "Am ah gonna have to get Slim in here?"

"You do, and you die," Kitty laughed.

"Read 'em and weep," said Colossus. "As they say. I for one am not too unhappy with the current state of undress�"

"It's rigged. There ain't no way in friggin' hell you're that lucky Cajun." Logan growled reaching for Gambit's cigarettes. "I'm stealin' one. This is stressin me out."

"Kitty, take it off," gambit grinned. "You promised� your t shirt�"

"Watch it tsovaritch," said Colossus. Kitty pulled off her t shirt and revealed an undershirt as she tossed it to Remy. Colossus threw his tank top at the Cajun.

"Storm?" Gambit asked.

"Here we go, do I get any beads for this?" she asked as she shimmied out of her tight blouse. The white lace bra was a contrast against her dark skin.

"SWEET," muttered Bobby. "That's NICE!"

"Bobby?" asked Storm. "What will you take off?"

"This. But let's ask Jean..." Bobby laughed as he threw his head scarf on the table. "Let's see... you got your tank top, and your shorts... hmmm what can you lose?"

"You're going to lose something in a minute Bobby if you don't knock it off." She said, mock sweet as she pulled her tank top off, leaving her in her bra and shorts.

"Ohhh... now who's left," Gambit grinned. He looked over at Logan, who was still in his jeans. "Pick a garment, Wolverine... Pay up."

"I might make ya jealous Cajun but here ya go." He grinned throwing his jeans into the pile of clothes, leaving him in a pair of black silk boxers.

"Oooh very nice," Storm laughed. "Don't THOSE look familiar, Rogue?"

Rogue wolf whistles as she throws off her t shirt. She had a bra like the others.

"And your turn, belle," said Gambit as he looked at Michelle. "You bet double�"

"All right," Michelle muttered."Pay up, Cherie... shorts or top... an you already are down to a Victoria secret bra..." said Gambit.

"It ain't so bad...You got more to show off than some of them." Logan whispered. "Make em drool."

"All right," she said as she stripped off her small hello kitty t shirt and the guys fixed her in a very intent stare.

"Wowie, that's pretty nice stuff," whispered Bobby.

"Shut your mouth before you drool," Rogue laughed as she shoved him.

"VERRY nice," Gambit smiled. The black silk was a demi cup, and her breasts curved gracefully.

"Heaven help us," Colossus chuckled.

"Hey, stop staring," Kitty muttered.

"But there is much to be said for good things in small packages, Malishka," he said to her. She elbowed him.

"But you bet double, so you lose more," Gambit said, glancing at his tally of garments. "Bottom's gotta go as well�"

"You're kidding!" Michelle shook her head.

"Oh, he's not lying, shugah," Rogue said as she pulled off her socks. "Double or nothing�"

"It's okay, darlin, I think ya got them on the ropes," Wolverine chuckled as he touched her arm with his hand. "They're jealous an they know it� it'll be okay�"

"You want me to have Logan close his eyes?" Jean joked."But... I'm not wearing any..." she whispered.

His eyes widened for a second and then he stood. "I think its pretty much over anyway. Cajun just showed us how good he is at cheatin' anyway. I'm ready to call it a night. How bout you Michelle?"

"C'mon take 'em off... you can use your shorts..." said Rogue as she got up. Gambit went over with Bobby and playfully pulled at Michelle's shorts.

"Lay off..." she groaned. "Can't I give up?"

"Now wait, ya gotta give," laughed Rogue and Gambit.

"Take it off, whoo!" Bobby laughed.

"Oh come on! It's just getting interesting!" Jean complained.

"You have to play by the rules, you know," Storm joked as she threw off her jeans and leapt over the table, wearing her panties and a bra. "Look, I'm not worried, and you shouldn't be either!"

"Hallelujah!" Bobby whooped.

"Get down Storm," Colossus groaned. "You're setting a bad example for Katya!"

They playfully wrestled her about, and she pushed them away. "Guys, knock it off..." Kitty said.

"I forgot to do laundry!" Michelle yelled, wrestling with them.

"Dog pile!" Bobby laughed as he leapt on her. She twisted from his grasp, and started tickling him.

"You want to play, little boy�" she teased, trying to get out of an awkward situation.

"Yeah right Jeannie...You just wanna see more of me, admit it." Logan joked, enjoying the sight of Jean blushing and stuttering.

"Hey!" Kitty laughed as Colossus grabbed her shorts and accidentally ripped them off to reveal her lacy boy shorts panties.

Gambit grabbed Michelle and tackled her to the floor while Bobby grabbed her arms. She struggled and Gambit grabbed at her shorts, trying to pull them down.

Logan rolled his eyes. "I'm gettin outta here before i get in trouble for corrupting minors..." He saw Michelle go down. "Hey! Let her up now."

"We just having fun," said Gambit. Michelle suddenly froze, paralyzed as she remembered what Creed tried to do.

"Let me go..." she cried.

"What the hell?" asked Storm. "What are you doing to her?"

Logan grabbed Bobby by the back of the shirt, lifting him up. "I've been lookin' for a reason to pound ya...don't give me one." He dropped him and pushed gambit off of her.

She lay there, shivering as Gambit looked up in horror. He backed away.

"Gambit sorry..." he whispered.

"Guys, you are so dead," Storm muttered. "You're going a BIT too far here�"

"I agree," Colossus said. "This isn't funny any more."

"What's with you guys? " asked Rogue. "They were just playing..."

"She scared..." Gambit whispered.

"Are you hurt?" Jean asked.

"No� I�" Michelle said as she hugged her knees and shivered. "Just� don't touch me�"

"Michelle, are you SURE you're not injured?" Storm asked, but Colossus stopped her with a hand on her arm when he saw the deadly look in Logan's blue eyes. He huddled over Michelle, his hand on her shaking shoulders.

"I'm so sorry... Gambit not mean to hurt... you had some man take advantage of you?"

"Hope you're all proud of yourselves. And you guys say I'm an asshole." He walked over and helped Michelle up. "Lets go."

She shivered as she grabbed at her shorts and sniffled. Saying nothing as the flashbacks of creed's leering face echoed in her mind.

"Smooth move, ex lax," Kitty snapped at Gambit.

"I'm sorry... I didn't..." Bobby stammered.

"You should be," Storm sighed. "I've had it for tonight. Fun's over� see you later� and Shelly, don't take it so personally� we've all be taken advantage off. Okay?"

"Yes," Michelle nodded.

"Sorry," Storm said gently as she walked by.

Logan recognized the look and steadied her. "Easy there. Lets just go..." He glanced over to Jean who for the first time had a look of understanding. He could only assume that she'd picked up pieces of the flashback.

Rogue shook her head and smacked Remy on the back of his. "You animal! She must have been raped," she whispered.

"Enough guys," said Colossus. "Time to go."

'I need to talk to ya later.' He thought at her and she nodded. 'Sure thing. Take care of her. I'll give the others an explanation...sorry Logan...I didn't know.'

Michelle felt embarrassed as hell for coming apart. She thought that Prof. X and Jean had helped her through the nightmares...

Rogue shook her head. "Why is it that every time we start to have fun, little Miss Japan ruins it by bein' a drama queen?"

"She's damaged goods?" Gambit whispered, feeling very guilty.

"Shut up," Kitty hissed at him. "Don't EVER say that, asshole!"

"Kitty, watch your mouth..." said Rogue.

"Shut up," Kitty said. "Colossus, let's go before they decide to start regressing any more!"

"Kitty, enough, let's go� I'll walk you to your room," Colossus said. "Good night all�"

Kitty walked away with Colossus' arm around her shoulders. She looked at Logan with his arm around Michelle and shook her head. Bobby bit his lip, having the good grace to look horribly ashamed.

He put an arm around Michelle and paused only to grab his jeans and throw them on. Glancing over to Gambit, he cast him a sour look. Gambit grabbed Wolverine's shirt and threw it to him along with his shoes. "You be forgetting this mon ami�"

"Don't start with me, Gumbo," Logan growled.

"Remy, Rogue, Bobby...Mandatory meeting in the conference room NOW. I'm so sick of this." Jean snapped at them.

"Um... okay," said Bobby... looking spooked at Jean's expression. Colossus and Kitty exited, shaking their heads in anger at the insensitivity of the group.

"I guess we blew it," Rogue muttered.

"Fun's gone now that little miss apple polisher is human I guess," Bobby whispered.

"See you later hon." Jean said to Michelle. "I'll stop by later to see how you're doing. Bobby! One more comment like that and I'll LET Logan kill you...UGH I stick up for you all the friggin time and you do stupid shit. I'm sick of it." She took a deep breath and glanced back at Michelle. "Don't beat up on poor Logan too bad now." With that she turned and started ushering everyone out the door.

"Thank you," Michelle whispered, shivering. Logan walked with her down the stairs to the front lobby area. It was a warm night, so their state of undress was not a disadvantage. Besides, he needed to go outside before he crawled out of his skin or ripped someone's head off. He sensed Michelle could use it too.

"I hate this... I'm so embarrassed... I shouldn't..." she trailed off, hugging herself and shivering. She is only wearing a black lace Victoria secret bra and her shorts, which are almost falling off her hips due to being ripped by Gambit.

Logan blinked. "Damn I haven't seen her that pissed since...well...long story.... But still." He looked at her and sighed. "Here." he said tossing his shirt to her. "You need it more than I do."

She put on the flannel shirt, buttoning it up. It reminds her of one of those Monty python sketches about a lumberjack and she chuckled miserably.

"Wanna walk 'round the garden? Calm down a bit...I do that after I have a nightmare. It helps."

A brief flash of how she had once roamed the halls of her grandfather's estate formed in her mind and how she is a pale shadow of the fine Japanese noblewoman she should be. Her half brother the Silver Samurai would comment on how the mighty had so fallen. Here she was Michelle Yashida, a college student with no past. While in real life she was Lady Mariko, an heir to one of the richest and one of the older families that traced its ancestry back 8 centuries.

"Yes," she nodded, shivering. "Please..."

"Sure thing." He led her out the back doors and into the garden. The air was a bit chilly out but it was a nice clear night. He could here crickets and various other animals around the estate and smell the moisture in the air. "Nice out tonight...its gonna rain later though...maybe a thunderstorm."

She hugged herself, letting herself slip into nature. "Reminds me of my grandfather's garden," she said. Then she sniffled realizing she swore to Shiro that she'd keep her true identity a secret. She was Yashida still in name, but only as a minor relative, not the major sort that she truly was. Her hair fell loose about her shoulders and she felt the cold night air rustle it a bit.

"You can sense things that most people cannot... how fortunate you are."

He gave her a half smile. "Sometimes. Depends on what it is."

Mariko/Michelle shivered a bit and wished she wore jeans. "This is a beautiful place..." she whispered, and shivered again, more from fear.

"The others do not understand�"

"And you do somewhat, don't you?" Logan cocked his head to the side. "I know your hearing's pretty sharp too�"

Reality seemed to have folded in on itself. "Do you ever... have memory problems from Weapon X? I mean... as if there are memories that SHOULDN'T be there... it's like Swiss cheese... and getting worse."

Logan shrugged. "My memories are sketchy at best. I honestly don't really know who I am. I have nightmares all the time though...I guess they're memories..."

"I had nightmares... ever since they started the conditioning... and I can swear they put memories that SHOULDN'T be there... there... and it's getting HARDER to tell what's real and what's not," she whispered.

"I feel like I'm going... crazy... sometimes... and then during the day I see him... and them."

He nodded. "That's the way it is...I wake up sometimes...Its like I'm in this tank w/ a mask on...or I'm on a table and their cutting me open...its foggy though...I can really tell what's happening..."

"God," she whispered.

"There's a whole lot of memories scrambled up in here. Not all of 'em are real. Don't know which ones to trust. Prof. Chuck suspects they're implants. My whole past's something I don't remember�"

"It isn't always easy to know WHEN it will happen. The conditioning they gave me gives me control, but there are unknown triggers that hit me...they used to control us all."

"Yeah," Logan muttered. "I understand how ya feel. Believe me I do. Do you realize how many times people have come in cause I'm screamin'.... And then I almost pop my claws into them? It's bad. SO if anyone understands its me..." He sat down on one of the benches and sighed. "You're at the point I was months ago...you just need someone to help ya through it."

"My mind's been trying to block it out. Professor X has been working on blocking out the more traumatic things... I liked killing them Logan... I liked it... I didn't tell them that... but I did... and now... That's why I don't use my powers to form weapons. I can... but I am afraid they'll fear me more if I do.," she whispered, as she closed her eyes. She raised her hand and formed a shuriken from translucent plastic, and hurls it into a tree. It sliced through the stem of an, which thumped to the ground.

He put his arm around her. "You just gotta accept it and move on. Its part of you...but hey. Everything will be ok. Trust me on that."

"Thank you. You of all understand most," she whispered. She thought of Sabretooth, light gleaming off his adamantium cheshire grimace. His mind and soul seeking her out, and she buried her head in his shoulder.

She knew Logan wouldn't hurt her after they had locked her in the cage. How she'd stared him down when he'd almost slit her throat. Speaking Japanese to him for that was the only language his battered body recalled. Until he realized she was a captive and they had thought he'd tear her apart... After all, he had sobbed on her lap.

He patted her back to comfort her and pulled her closer. "Everything'll be fine."

She felt her chin wobbling and she finally let the tears flow that she held back for so many days. Here she was crying in front of one of the most macho men on the team. When she'd never been able to cry around Jean else before.

"I'm too old to cry," she whispered and then buried her head in his shoulder. Letting it all go.

"Nobody's too old to cry. You gotta let it out somehow. I'm not gonna hold it against you." he said soothingly, not really knowing what else to do to comfort her.

She pressed her face into his neck and held onto him. As he had once held onto her. After a time she finished crying it out and looked up at him, sniffling with a weak smile. "Thanks... I needed that," she said.

He smiled at her, wiping the tears from her cheek. "Feel better?" he asked, trying to concentrate on her as a person, not how good her shampoo and perfume smelled or how beautiful she looked in the moonlight.

"Yes," she nodded. She wondered if he only thought red heads were his type, and wondered if he'd ever find someone as exotic as her attractive. Yet they had the Japanese culture in common. He seemed one of the most incredible people she'd known. Something about him reminded her of the warrior legends of old, of the demon spirits of great power. If he were wearing a kimono and ceremonial garb he'd be very much at home in her fantasy realm as daimyo or samurai serving in her family home.

Michelle shook her head. She didn't believe in fairy tales. Not anymore.

He touched her cheek again. "You ok?"

"Yes, I am," she said softly. "Better. Thank you Logan."

She tried to remember not to call him by his code name, or Logan-san. He hated that. Funny how he had a single name for a man with a mystery past. He'd probably understand that need for her to change her name as well. Heck, nobody knew who Rogue really was!

"Welcome..." he said, trying and failing horribly to pull his eyes away from her. She looked so gorgeous...so different and exotic to him.

Logan noticed she was also looking at him. He was NOT the typical Japanese lord, or gentleman. If anything he was the antithesis. And yet he was every bit as much as the traditional warrior that many a young girl would dream of having. Samurai were not extinct. Here was a living weapon before her.

"So, how long did it take for them to trust you?" she asked. "Jean said they were all in weapon X temporarily. I remembered that..."

"It took them a while...Jeannie trusted me before the others...and I blew it. But it did take a while. For good reason too."

"You were hired to kill the professor," she said slowly. "Jean told me. Given the circumstances I can't say I blame you... and I'm not just saying that..."

He looked down at his feet and sighed. "I know...I wasn't thinkin' straight at the time. And I blew it with her. But hey. It's all over now. Can't say that this place hasn't been good to me. And occasionally I even meet a person who sparks my interest." he added w/ a grin.

"Yes, I can imagine," she laughed. "But I suppose I shouldn't talk about THAT of all things... after how you've been so good in getting my mind off of it."

"Right, and all that good work will go to waste if we don't be careful," he winked.

"Do you smell any people who might be trying to get me to take off my shorts?" she asked teasingly. She glanced down at his arms, thinking of the claws that separated him from many of the others. Deadly weapons, and yet she saw no trace of them in his muscular forearms.

"Hmmm....that is the question isn't it." He joked back. "I think we're clear..."

"Red headed women... who could resist?" she added neutrally. "Although since we're all mutants... such differences in skin color and hair color should be passe. Yet they are not."

He wrinkled his nose. "Actually Jeannie was the first red head I ever thought was good lookin'. I usually prefer Asian women...and I ain't just sayin that." he admitted.

Her eyes widened in astonishment. "Now that's interesting..."

"How so?" Logan asked.

"The number of men I was fixed up with on blind dates in college. Strangely enough I preferred Caucasian men. Don't ask me why... it's just... well depends on the circumstance. Maybe it's because in my culture women are normally seen as subservient.

"Yeah, some things never change," Logan winced. "I made THAT mistake once assuming that Jean was just some pretty face. I was wrong� not that I don't know women who aren't kick ass� but they don't always come in such pretty packages�"

"You underestimated her, and she thinks you're a male chauvanist," she laughed. "Fine line between gallantry, honor and chauvinism� I am all for women being equals, but chivalry has its place�"

"So you aren't gonna take offense if I open a door for ya?" he smirked.

"Not at all. Hank certainly does�"

"You knew each other from college you said� right?"

"Yes that's right. Back before I was recruited for weapon X. I was here for a semester abroad� I graduated high school when I was 16, and attended university. Then things get fuzzy�"

"Pretty lady such as yerself probably has to fight the college boys off with a stick, doesn't she?"

"Not as if I have anyone now," she said softly. Might as well make it well known that she was available. The others regarding her already had made too many assumptions.

"Maybe your luck'll change there," Logan said with a raised eyebrow.

"I could hope," she murmured, and the corners of her shapely lips twitched positively. "But who'd want someone with no past, and little future..."

"So?" he asked. "Present's what matters�"

"Better that I remain alone... safer that way... those close to me end up getting hurt..." she choked.

"C'mere, I wanna let you in on a little secret..." he leaned forward and motioned her closer.

"What, Logan?" she asked. She scooted over so her thigh touched his and looked at him with a question on her face.

His hand slid around her shoulder quickly. He touched his lips to hers, carefully, gauging her reaction. Under his mouth her lips were just as soft as he imagined. Her body stiffened in surprised, but then she plunged her hand into his hair. It was a lot softer than she imagined, and she stroked her fingers through it.

She felt herself shiver and returned the kiss with a soft press of her own. Very promising. It was not the awkward kiss of a teenager, but rather a desire filled one of a maturer woman. He chuckled against her lips and increased the pressure, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Michelle tasted of sweetness that was all her own, and a hint of something else that reminded him of wildberries. The smell of lotus and plum blossom spread over him.

She moaned softly, and tilted her head to the side, sliding her hand over his shoulders. Admiring their strength. Her lips moved over his softly, and then increased pressure as she slid her tongue past his. Tobacco, alcohol and something pungent were his taste and she realized that few others had provoked such an immediate response. Evergreens and snow passed through her mind, and the sensation of running wildly through the wood screaming at the top of her lungs because she was letting go. Her other hand massaged his chest while she rubbed his scalp lightly.

He let her touch him and ran his hands over her body before pulling back to admire her for a moment. "The secret is I don't care how many problems you may have...I like ya anyway."

She smiled brilliantly, stroking his rugged cheek. Her eyes were moist, darker than that night sky, and bottomless. He could lose himself in them, their shape, and their penetrating gaze that he remembered from the cell. There was no fear, only a calm grace that undercut the wild animal inside.

"You're not so bad yourself, Logan-chan," she added. Adding the Japanese term of endearment to his name.

Logan chuckled again and pulled her close about to kiss her. He pulled back and sniffed the air, letting out a groan. "Jubilee's coming in a sec... I think she's looking for us. Rotten friggin' timing..."

"Oh crap," she groaned. She kissed his lips quickly and then pulled back.

"Gotta continue this later darlin, I promise," Wolverine said meaningfully as he stood up, and she did also.

As Jubilee came into sight, Wolverine disappeared into the trees. She felt miffed and flustered as the teenager lifted a brow and asked, "I heard something and came running� you okay?"

"I was," she muttered.

"Sorry if I got ya at a bad time," Jubilee said as she noticed Michelle's flyaway hair and the way in which she was panting deeply.

"What did you need�" Michelle coughed, brushing her hair with her fingers. "Something wrong?"

"No� just that Jean was looking around for you� and I guess I was the lucky person elected� though I think you wished I didn't find you�"

"Yes," said Michelle. No point in hiding it from the kid.

"I saw Wolvie take off just as I showed up�" Jubilee whispered as they walked back to the house. "You lucky�"

"Don't tell anyone�"

"Hey, I'm cool," Jubilee winked. "All I can say is way to go�"
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