Ultimate Wolverine
Chapter 1
"THE BEST AT WHAT I DO"
BY: moonmaster
PROLOGUE
"I'm the best at what I do. But what I do ain't very nice." Pretty dumb, huh? Worked for a guy back in 86, went by the name of Langston. Wanted "some people" dead, no questions asked, a hundred grand. Clean job, simple. Before I got the money, that's what he told me, "the best you are at what you do..." What a jackass. Shoulda gutted the corny bastard right then and there, but I didn't feel messin' up my new coat. It sounds stupid as hell, but it has a ring to it. "The best there is at what I do." A bit of a personal motto, though I'd never tell anyone. I guess it fits. You don't know how many lives I've taken, hell, I don't even know. Y'see, there's a bit of a gap in my memory. I don't know who I am or where I came from. All I know is that I was built to kill. You ever met a murder machine? Cuz' that what I am. "But what I do ain't very nice." That's fer' damn sure. The first thing I learned in this world is that murder can be a business, if you're good at it. That's what I am, a business man. What's my name you ask? I don't know. I just know what people call me. Wolverine is one of 'em. Furry, little monster. I hate that one. I prefer Logan. It feels anonymous. Yeah, call me Logan.
1996:
Logan shuffled through the terminal, grumpily. He hated airports. No matter where they were, he hated airports. "An unecessary evil." He hated airports, especially this one. He had nothing against the place, but it was crowded as hell. The entire airport was a primer for the rest of Tokyo: a noisy, busy, technicolor nightmare. As Logan muddled through the airport, he decided that he hated Japan.
As the group began to clear, Logan startred to look around. He quickly spotted a man, in a black suit, with black gloves and a hat, holding a sign reading 'Wolverine'.
"What the hell is this." said Logan, pointing at the sign.
"Are you Wolver-"
"Don't call me Wolverine. It's Logan. Get it right *******."
"Uh, Yes. Logan. Follow me, Sir."
The man led Logan through the busy airport to a small secluded lot outside. To the side stood a red, sleek motorcycle. The man got on it and started it up.
"Alright. Let's go." said the small man. The words were met with a cold stare from Logan.
"What's Wrong?"
"Do you expect me to get on the back of that thing?"
"Uh, yes."
"Oh, you think I'm gonna crawl up behind you on that thing, like I'm you little *****? Maybe later we can get a hotel room and have us a good time. Yer kidding me, right?"
"Well, how else are you supposed to get there?" Logan stepped up to the bike and put his hand on the handle bar.
"This your bike?" Logan said with a coy grin.
"...Yes..."
"Not anymore." The man sighed and hesitantly climbed off of the bike. Logan sraddled the bike and started it up.
"Wait. Without me, how will you know where to go?"
"You got a phone?" The man sighed once again, and gave his cell phone to Logan.
"Good. I'll call yer boss and ask for directions. See ya around, *******." Logan sped off with a roar and left the man in the lot.
"Yeah. See ya around,...friggin' gaijin."
Logan sped through the streets of Tokyo on the bike. It was night, and the city was blanketed in a neon glow. He stopped in a parking lot when he got into the city and called his employer. He explained that his chauffer "donated" his bike and asked for directions. He continued on to a huge shimmering building in the center of the city. He hopped off of the bike and strolled into an extravagant lobby. The room had several crystal statues and huge orange banners hung from the ceinling.
"What dumbass designed this place?" Logan muttered under his breath. At the fron of the room, a small woman in a yellow dress sat behind a circular, marble-topped desk.
"Hello, Sir. Can I help you?"
"I'm here to see Shingen."
"And do you have an appointment, Mr..."
"Logan."
"Oh, Mr. Logan. Mr. Yashida has been waiting for you. His office is on the top floor. You can go right up."
"Thanks." Logan took an elevator to the top floor. On the top floor he found a huge office, decorated the same as the lobby.
"Hello?" said Logan into the seemingly empty office.
"Ah, hello Mr. Logan." A man stepped from the shadows. He was completely bald and had well defined cheekbones. He was noticeably tall. He wore a black suit with an orange tie. "I've heard so much about you. It's great to meet you. Please have a seat."
"Uh, sure." Logan sat down uneasily. Shingen began pouring him a drink.
"Let's get down to business, shall we? My..."organization" has been around for quite some time. We are the Yashida Clan. My ancestors were warriors. They fought bravely. In the last century our clan's status has been diminished, but 20 years ago I inherited my current position, and I began rebuilding our clan. The Yashida rose from the ashes, so to speak, because of me. We operate differently today. We trade in a different type of warfare, today. A more secretive, lucrative warfare."
"Listen, to be perfectly honest, I don't care about any of this bull****." The friendly and boastful grin that had once graced Shingen's face suddenly disappeared and he now looked deathly serious.
"I see. You want to get right to business."
"Bingo, Baldy." Shingen stared coldly at Logan.
"Yes,.......Business. I have much competition in this city. There are at least seven other 'organizations' in Tokyo that pose a formidable threat to our dominance."
"And you want me to tear the **** out of 'em."
"I don't want you to just 'tear the **** out of them,' I want you to obliterate them from the face of the earth. Leave no traces."
"Can do."
" It may not be as easy as it sounds. These groups employ some of the most well trained asassins in the world." Shingen got up and walked over to the huge windows behind his desk. "So, I have arranged for you to have a partner."
"No way. I work alone."
"She is arriving right now."
"She?" Logan walked to the windows and caught a glimpse of a yellow motorcycle pulling into the building.
"I ain't working with anyone." growled Logan.
"Yes, you are. Either you do or you don't work at all." Logan bit his lip and swallowed his pride.
"Alright. Who the hell is she?" At that moment the elevator doors opened and the woman entered.
"My daughter, Mariko." She wore black jeans, a yellow helmet, and an orange and yellow leather jacket. She had a body to kill for and a perfect face, framed by long black hair.
"Mariko, this is Mr. Logan."
"Good evening, Mr. Logan."
"Good evening, darlin'" The two eyed each other for a second until Shingen broke the silence.
"Mariko is a finely trained fighter. She is proficient with many weapons, I'm sure she'll be and asset to your endeavors."
"An asset, that's for sure."
"I look forward to working with you."
"Yeah. I'm sure we'll go good together."
"Um, Maybe we should show Logan his quarters." said Shingen.
"Quarters?"
"Yes, we will be providing a place for you to stay."
"Uh,...sure." Shingen and Mariko led Logan to a huge apartment three floors beneath Shingen's office. It had the same ornamentations as the office and the lobby, but it was nicely furnished, so Logan didn't complain.
"I hope this will suit you well. We will be one floor up. If you need anything, you can call the front desk, down stairs. They will help you. Come Mariko, let us retire for the evening."
"I will be with you in a second father."
"...fine, but don't stay too long. I'm sure Mr. Logan would like his rest. Your work
does begin tomorrow."
"Yes, father."
"Alright. Good night Mr. Logan." Logan nodded in response. Shingen left for the elevator. There was a long silence between Mariko and Logan.
"So, Mr. Logan what kind of weapons do you specialize in?" Three glimmering adamantium blades shot from the back of Logan's hand.
"Oh, my."
"The best kind, honey."
"They are apart of you?"
"It's a long story."
"Oh......They are incredible. You must be a great fighter."
"'The best at what I do.'"
"Swordsmanship is my specialty. I could teach you a great deal about the art of the samurai."
"Fighting ain't an art, kid. It's a business."
"It can be, if it's done right."
"Ha. Whatever."
".........You're a fascinating person, Mr. Logan."
"Same to you, darlin', same to you."
"I will see you tomorrow Mr. Logan, bright and early."
"Bright and early."
"Good night, Mr. Logan."
"Good night, Mariko." Mariko left Logan sitting on his couch, where he stayed for the rest of the night.
