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His demeanor was relaxed, yet alert. One glance at his faced showed his nostrils hard at work, deciphering the numerous scents which inhabited the area. He seemed much more candid than in previous days. The mention of Fury's name still brought the flare of anger in his eye, but it was more subdued than before, more manageable.

Looking once more into his eyes, behind the flicker of moonlight cast through the opening of the curtain, she could see that he grew weary of the conversation. He was willing to share with her, but for how long? She did not want to risk flaring him again as she had done at the gypsy camp.

"I can't think of anything." She lied, quietly taking solace in his willingness to share this much. It told her that he was making an effort. He wanted more than what life currently gave him, and would make the effort. She nestles herself against him, comfortable with the progress they had made, and thankful for the oppertunity to recapture what they once shared. "But if you ever want to talk to me, I'm here for you."

The road would be long and the journey arduous, but the most important steps had been taken, selecting their path. She closed her eyes and settled into the warmth provided by the oversized blanket given them by McCreed, but sleep refuses her call, held at bay by one final question which begged asking. She threw her arm over his chest and buried her face into the pillow trying to surrender to her body's demands, but her wandering thoughts refused to allow it.

"Logan?"

"Hmm?"

"With your hatred for Fury, why haven't you tracked him down sooner? Why wait for so long?"

The question was not unexpected, yet it hit her with enough force to drive her heavy lids back up. She blinked and stared at the ceiling composing her thoughts while he looked on expectantly.

"I grew complacent in Japan." She replied, pinching her eyelids to push the onset of sleep back just a few moments more. "I wanted a challenge, I sought to test my skills and to grow. Sensei had told me that I had learned everything he could teach me, and that, no matter how good he was, experience was an even better teacher. Europe was where I would learn the rest, he said."

The images of her last day before setting sail flickered into her conscious thoughts. She had been sent off by her sensei, her fellow students and the rest of the inhabitants of the temple she had called home for so many years. She did not want to leave, but the desire to expand herself proved too tempting, and like many an eager hatchling, she flew the coop.

"I took an assignment in Germany, a man named Hans Gutteridge." Though it was taboo to speak of your targets as people, enough time had passed that she felt nothing in relation to mentioning the name. "He was a land baron and had been driving peasants from their homes to increase his holdings. The peasants had banded together with the small amount that he had paid them and purchased my services." Her voice began to crack with the emotional wall she had erected many years ago. She forcibly shook the face from her head, a smiling man of 35 with burnt orange hair, fair skin and freckles, but it refused to leave so easily, forcing her to seek help.

"They say that the first is always the most difficult." She said, pausing to allow for the expected grunt from Logan. "It is true. When I think of that assignment, I do not picture the success as I do with the rest, I see a man with a family. You cannot hide from the first." The last sentence was uttered by her sensei the day before as she spoke with him about her intentions. "Sensei was right."

"As time went on, I learned to suppress my emotions, to take no joy or sorrow in what I did. To simply do the job to the best of my ability. I did well for myself and had earned a reputation. My name had become known. Word reached the ears of Count Otto Von Doom and he summoned me to an audience. He was in need of my services, a Bishop and a young Prince in France. I was to ensure the blame be cast upon the DeBeers family, who were rivals to Batroc for the throne. I did what was asked of me, what I was paid a great sum to do, and members of the DeBeers family were executed for treason. In essence I had killed the upper crest of the King's rivals with but two daggers. Von Doom was impressed by my work and offered me a position on his staff. It was more money, and more prestige than I had ever dreamed of."

Her voice trailed off again, indicating that she had finished her tale. It was only the first of many skeletons, but it was more than she had shown anyone before. Trust was a two-way street. To travel down the road would mean to share it. Logan had already made his gesture. This was hers.

His words poured through her conscious thoughts, melting away her fears with visions of ultimate happiness. She had wanted to be with him again, but under the current climate, that would be pretty much impossible, she thought.

Then he kissed her.

The memories of what used to be flooded her mind and filled her heart with yearning. She kissed him back. She wanted him back and had made no pretenses about that fact. But it was not until he kissed her, that she realized he felt the same.

"I do too." She whisper breathily, withdrawing. "A part of me has never stopped loving you, Logan-san."

The image of Japan called out to her with a promise. No more death, no more hate. They could leave their current lives behind and start truly fresh. No enemies to threaten them, they would be among friends. Long forgotten faces that suddenly began to speak to her, telling her of the wonderful oppertunity to start anew. She smiles dreamily into Logan's eyes.

"Yes." She says softly. "Japan sounds very good to me."

The massive man walked the perimiter of his cabin carefully so not to miss any sign of another. He sniffs the air searching for any unfamiliar, and god hope not, familiar sent. He flicks his pointed ears from side to side so not to missthe slightest twig snapping or and sound of feet in snow. And he surveys his land with is gaze trying to see any who would wait in the distance.

With a heavy sigh of relief he turns and starts his way back to the cabin to see the condition of his guests. He catches the aroma of meat cooking and starts to bond his way back to is home. He knows that his half-brother would most likely forget about him and leave none. He chuckles a bit at this thought but suddenly slows his pace. His mind thinks to the story revealed last night.

'I was with Victor, another man ... Fury gave the order for them to attack ... were taken into custody'

He looks into the air and thinks back to those days. He thinks back to the horror that he went through. His pupils start to shrink as his eyes milk over and he lets out a low growl. He suddenly shakes the feeling of rage from his mind and the starts to breath heavily. 'It is behind you know, live on and never return to that place,' he thinks and he again chuckles.

He walks up to the front door and pushes it open.

"Now, Ah 'ope ye left me some breakfast cause if'n ye dinnae ye gonna 'ave ta go oot an hoont somethin doon, cause y ain't jus gonna barg in 'ere an take me food."

He walks over and grabs the plate off the table. He starts and finishes in short time. He looks down at Logan with a smirk and a pat on his shoulder.

"Nah me boyo, there ain't nothin oot there cept some we lil woodlan animals. Should go hoont somethin but Ah'm goona need tae use all me strength fer the way we 'ave tae travel. Sae, ye told her eh? Tha's good, now she knows. Be'er she knows than jus tries tae guess. An guessin ne'er got anyone anywhere."

He goes over to a closet and pulls out his travel sack. He picks up a few trinkets from around the house and places them in. When his rounds are done he ties it and slings it around his shoulder. He starts to pace just wondering what his new adventure will bring. Maybe he'll be a wanted man, running for the rest of his life. But that, he thinks, will be a lot more exciting then his life in this little cabin. He turns and looks at Logan.

"Sae ye got any troo plan in tha we noggin roont or we jus gonna wing it? Cause Ah got nae problem wit a lil improvisin'." He looks back to the guest room. "Jus gotta know Logan ... if'n she's as good as they say?"

Logan just sat against one of the chairs, waiting on Elektra. Looking at Victor, he just gave him a sly and coy, almost playful grin. "Depends on what yer talkin' about, bub." He winked, and glanced over his shoulder just before Elektra emerged. With that, he was ready for their plan to revenge. He went to the door, gathered their gear and put his over his shoulder, and tied his sword to his waist.

"Well," He looked to Victor. "We'll go to Southhampton... I figure, we go there, get a good start on starting those rumors. I've got some contacts there that'll make sure they keep Doom and James' eyes and ears off of us. And a few who can place the rumor out. With Victor around, people'll believe it 'cause he's about the same size."

Folding his arms over his chest. "This way, we can lure Fury to us...and leave the Gypsies alone," Logan faced Elektra and rose his eye brows. "Like we swore to them."