Y/N saw Yukio in her car, or well more exactly, an old SUV. He walked and opened the passenger's door and looked at his seat, it was completely covered in snacks, papers and a shakuhashi (Japanese flute) made out of wood. She gets all that stuff off his seat or well... some of it, as she looks at him.

Yukio: Get in.

Y/N frowns and enters her vehicle, closing the door, as the two embark in whatever journey she wanted him in. The way ahead drove was extremely savagely... shows that she isn't a native driver there in Canada. Moments later Y/N tried to get comfortable but couldn't due to the amount of things in his seat, he even saw a few bottles between his feet.

Yukio: Sorry, it's a rental.

Y/N looked at her with his normal glare, though his caveman look didn't do much justice.

Y/N: Who are you?

Yukio: Like I told you, I'm Yukio. It's my real name, not an alias or secret identity. And I've been looking for you for over a year.

Y/N: You said that part... but why?

Yukio: To give you that.

She signaled with her own eyes, as Y/N looked to the back seats, seeing a katana sheathed among a few other stuff.

Yukio: My employer wanted you to have it.

Y/N then looked at her, he definitely had no idea who is this employer.

Y/N: Who's your employer?

Yukio: Master Yashida.

Y/N blinked a few times then looked back to the sword, he remembers hearing that name before apart against fighting The Hand... Yashida. He slowly grabs the katana and slightly unsheathes it with his thumb, seeing the blade, perfectly designed. He then saw a file, a file that has his face but from back in the 60's, with his hair slightly shorter but with two spikes in the side of his head and a lot of hair in his sideburns beard.

Yukio: He said it belongs to you, and that he's paying all debt.

Y/N kept looking at the papers, but then looked at Yukio who kept driving.

Yukio: Master Yashida is dying. He wants to thank you for saving his life all those years ago. He knows you are... a busy man, but he very much wants to say his goodbye in person.

Y/N: (sighs) Fine... where is he?

Yukio: Tokyo?

Y/N: (looks at her annoyed) What? I'm not going to Japan, just for a goodbye.

Yukio: It would be dishonorable for you to refuse his request.

Y/N: (annoyed) Really? Honor is still a thing? You can tell Mr. Yashida that I'm not going to Tokyo. All right? I've got things to do.

Yukio: Do not apologize. It's been an honor just to meet the Wolverine.

Y/N looked at her annoyed after hearing that... he clenched his right fist ready to pop his claws out.

Y/N: How do you know that name?

Yukio: People talked about an average sized man who picked fights against anyone, and your record as a mercenary? You always picked up fights with people your size or twice the size... you have a pretty good record. I'm always up for a story.

Y/N: There is no story, I'm not the Wolverine anymore, you understand me?

Yukio looked at him, slowly looking at the road and smiling a little bit and nodding.

Yukio: Interesting.

Y/N looked confused, just for Yukio to start asking questions... way too many.

Yukio: Why did you go into that bar. If not to seek justice?

Y/N: None ya' damn business.

Yukio: Not my business?

Y/N: No, not your business.

Yukio: So not justice... maybe revenge?

Y/N: Not your business.

Yukio: Eh, kinda is.

Y/N: No it ain't, and unless you wanna keep your mouth I suggest you pull over.

Yukio: What?

Y/N: Pull over!

Yukio: Y/N-

Y/N: Pull over! Now!

Yukio looked in slight shock at how he acted right there, she could see his canines a little bit when he got pissed, as she sighed and drove to the side of the road with the car's lights also blinking. Y/N kept a glare at Yukio who looked back at him.

Y/N: I am not The Wolverine, you understand me? I left that behind years ago, my team, my allies, I left that behind years ago and for good reason-

Yukio: (interrupting him) You're a soldier.

Y/N: What?!

Yukio: You're a man who has gone to many wars, you've been a soldier, an assassin, mercenary... hero, but someone like you seeks something that not even he can be granted to have it... a honorable death, or redemption to your past mistakes.

Y/N: Mistakes? Heheh, I am alive, Yukio... I have no regrets.

Yukio: Does that include Steve Rogers?

Y/N glared at her slightly sighing, but his gaze slowly looks down.

Y/N: I have no memories of being his friend.

Yukio: So you don't seek a honorable death... you seek a path to remember what you lost... your memories.

Y/N looks forward as the sound of a cop car was heard, making him look at it briefly. He kept his frown towards Yukio, but he had made a decision right now.

Y/N: One day... I say goodbye to Yashida and I am sent right back.

Yukio slowly smiled at his answer, knowing she succeeded in convincing The Wolverine himself to go to Tokyo.

Yukio: (smiling) Okay.

Y/N groaned as he looked away from Yukio, as she took drive again. Hours later, the two were walking in an airport, as Y/N looks forward in slight amazement seeing the plane they're taking.

Yukio: 15 hours, depending on the wind.

Y/N: 15 hours?

Yukio: You don't like flying?

Y/N: (sarcastically) I love it.

???: Logan.

Y/N opened his eyes in confusion after hearing that voice, he quickly got up and realized that he was... he definitely wasn't in Canada, the grass was green and beautiful, trees with pink flowers, it was a Cherry Blossom Tree. His haircut, it was quite long still, but not like right now, it was more animalistic.

(This hairstyle, I'm not owner of this art btw)

Y/N touched his hair in confusion, until he looked down seeing that he was wearing a montsuki, a black one. The aroma and setting on this place, wherever he is, it was extremely peaceful, it was recognizable... but he doesn't really remember... it feels known yet he doesn't know where he is.

???: (Japanese) Logan.

Y/N looked back, seeing a female with black hair, long black hair, brown eyes, quite short, reaching just a bit below his shoulder wearing a kimono... and she was Japanese.

Yuriko Yoshikata
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Y/N blinked a few times looking at her, as the moment she went to walk closer he took a step back.

Y/N: Who are you?

Woman: (Japanese) You don't remember me, Logan?

Y/N: You keep saying Logan but I don't speak Japanese, lady. Who the hell are you and what is this?!

Woman: You still don't remember... do you?

Y/N: Now you talk English.

Woman: Do not forget me, Logan.

Y/N: Again, I do not-

Woman: Do not forget, forgive yourself.

Y/N: What?

Y/N blinked, and now the woman was bloodied, her neck bloodied and most importantly, her stomach also cut open, as Y/N looked in shocked at the scene, just shake his head, and quickly get up... but he wasn't in the garden anymore, he was back on the plane, back in reality. He was slightly panting and his claws also out while standing.

Yukio: Nightmares?

Y/N looks at Yukio who was sleepy in her own chair, having some shut eye.

Y/N: More or less.

Y/N walks back to his seat and looks to the table which had some liquor and an empty but used glass with bits of alcohol and a newspaper. The weather was horrible, there was a thunderstorm during the flight, it was almost unnatural but, and the wind was strong as well, it was making the plane shake as well. Y/N looks outside, seeing the heavy rain and the seas wave uncontrollably.

Yukio: Do not worry, we are almost there.

Y/N: How can you tell?

Yukio: I can read a map.

Y/N: (sarcastically) Very funny.

Yukio: I'm known for making jokes.

Y/N: Obviously the shitty ones, that's for sure.

Yukio: What a humble of joy you are.

Y/N: (smirking) I'm a handsome wolf, lady.

Yukio: Maybe in the 19th century you were handsome, not sure if you are now.

Y/N groaned and grabbed the bottle of liquor and slowly started to drink it straight from it without an issue. He puts the bottle on the table again and looks this time to the newspaper, he already looked at it before, and he could see many things in the wallpaper, especially a photo of what it seems to be Harlem, back in New York while showing what seems to be two big monsters going at each other. Y/N scoffs and looks outside of the plane, looking once more to the thunderstorm.

Moments Later

Y/N and Yukio were currently now in Tokyo, Japan. The two were being driven by one of Yashida's bodyguard towards the Yashida household. Y/N looks at Yukio who was using her phone, but then felt watched, as he looked at the bodyguard/driver who was looking at him with the car mirror. He quickly looked away from the Mutant, as Y/N just looks outside, seeing the bright and beautiful lights of Japan, this new aroma which is extremely new to him, looks almost unreal.

Yukio: Don't let the lights fool you, these are dark days in Japan. Some say that when Master Yashida got sick, shadow fell upon us.

Y/N: Was it The Hand?

Yukio: We thought at first.

Y/N: You said I saved Yashida, yet I hold no memories of him, I don't even remember going to Japan.

Yukio: It was back in the 1940's, when the bomb in Nagasaki dropped. You were there, at least Master Yashida says. You don't remember?

Y/N looked outside of the car, looking back at the lights and the posters that had "Yashida" in it.

Y/N: Nope, don't remember about Yashida or ever being in Japan, nothing. Even then, is not like I really care.

Yukio glared at Y/N as he kept looking outside of the car, as she scoffs while returning to her phone. Few minuted later they arrived in a cliff house, a very big one, with guards and even its own automatic door to enter the car. A guard opens the car door, with Y/N getting out, as the guard looks slightly shocked, seeing Y/N with a rough beard and hair, plus his cowboy hat and being... not the tallest, more specifically being 5'10 to be more exactly, average height in Canada currently. Y/N looks at the guards in which many had guns and other weapons.

Y/N: Lots of guns.

Yukio: There have been attacks, (walks with Y/N to the entrance) attempted kidnappings, attempted assassinations.

Y/N: Let me guess, The Hand?

Yukio: Yes, Yami's and the Yakuza. The Yakuza has grown stronger as the government has grown weak.

Y/N: And The Hand who are attacking from the shadows, Yuriko always having a vendetta against me.

The guards quickly went to scan Y/N, as the metal detectors started beeping like crazy around his entire body. Y/N slowly raises his arms as Yukio starts talking in Japanese towards the guards.

Y/N: Hip replacement, dammit.

Y/N rolls his eyes in annoyance, he really hates metal detectors, especially due to his... metal bones.

Minutes Later

Y/N had to take his boots off as he waited for Yukio to get changed to look at Yashida. The thunderstorm arrived in Tokyo right now as he looked forward, directly towards a small tree which him being honest... is very beautiful. He looked to his side, seeing a wooden book with the Yashida logo in it, slowly opening it, seeing the poster of it and then going to the first page, he realized what it was, it was like a memory book of Yashida, as he looked what seems to be a young Yashida... one in the World War 2... a war that... he remembers, he was there. Y/N groaned as the sound of his own scream was heard, the sound of fire and an explosion also heard, as his own scream sounded even more agonizing.

He remembers having slight visions, he had thrown someone towards a metal bunker like prison, as he goes to enter, but he closes it, as a huge wave of smoke covered him with a huge shockwave and also a wave of fire and nuclear radiation, as his skin burnt off in nearly an instant and parts of his bones showing, as he screamed in pure and utter pain, even his own jaw starting to slightly fall off as well.

Y/N shook his own head, getting that memory or vision or whatever it was off his head. He sighed as he passes the page, seeing the picture of a rather tall building in the mountains, definitely a few dozens floors, maybe almost a hundred. He then heard grunting, as he looks back, seeing two people wearing kendo armors and holding wooden swords. He saw one in the offense and one in the defensive who took distance doing a butterfly twist flip, as the two return to clash wooden swords a few more times. Y/N watched slightly amazed, and that says a lot. The two separated and slowly walked in circles holding their swords down to their right side, these two were definitely were knowledgeable and users of Kenjutsu, a sword based martial arts from Ninjutsu that Y/N hasn't used in a long while.

They return clash swords, but the offensive ninja out-clashes the other one and tries to swipe his legs off balance but he makes a flip and lands on his feet to start defending again.

???: (whispered) Hey.

Y/N looks back seeing Yukio with her hair in a bun and in a kimono.

Yukio: (whispered) This way.

Y/N: Who's that?

He then sees the offensive ninja attacking the defensive one with skill but also aggressiveness. They stop fighting and he removes the mask glaring at Y/N, he was a middle aged man, sweating a little bit as well.

Yukio: Shingen, Master Yashida's son.

They start to clash again but the fight completely got one sides, in Shingen's favor, showing also brutality in his attack.

Y/N: He's not bad.

Yukio: He's all right, at best.

Y/N looks back at Yukio slightly confused at her comment, but the two walk towards Yashida's room. Yukio bows to a nurse but the two keep walking.

Y/N: So why the old school outfit? And no shoes, really?

Yukio: Master Yashida is traditional. He has one eye in the past and one in the future.

Y/N: That explains why you guys sleep on the floor like cavemen and still use guns.

Yukio: (smiles at him) Says the caveman himself.

Y/N growled, as they walked to a huge door, as Yukio slowly opens the door, and Y/N looking by her. He sees a very technological room, one that looks like something Tony Stark would have. He sees an old man in white clothing, few nurses in kimonos around, but what really Y/N had his eyes on was the woman sitting by the old man, also wearing white clothes, also having a white mask in her mouth, her black hair in a bun like Yukio and her bangs touching her eyebrows. The two were talking in Japanese, as Yukio and Y/N watched the scene, Yukio in sadness.

Yukio: That's Mariko. His granddaughter.

Y/N looks at Yukio and then at the woman who was Mariko who slowly got up, but started to stumble around a table, with a piece of glass also falling, while walking to the door. She seems to have been crying slightly as she took her mask off, and looked forward seeing Yukio, but her eyes specifically set on Y/N who still had his cowboy hat on, if he was being honest, ignoring the situation, in his eyes she was a fucking beauty.

Mariko quickly walked to the door, walking by the two quickly, specifically from Y/N who in her eyes looked slightly menacing and very different.

Yukio: Mariko.

Yukio quickly followed her as Y/N kept his eyes on her in slight disbelief. Yukio reached Mariko who stopped and looked away in sadness as Yukio talked to her.

Yukio: (Japanese) What's wrong with you?

Mariko looked at Yukio and quickly hugged her as she started crying, just for Y/N look at Yashida, as he looked slightly saddened about the situation, having some experience with losses. He returned to look at the two but keeping his distance to let the two talk to each other.

Yukio: (Japanese) You haven't answered my emails.

Mariko: (Japanese) I can't tell you now.

Yukio: (Japanese) Yes, you can.

Mariko hesitated, but slowly looked at Y/N who looked at the two, just for Mariko to look back at Yukio.

Mariko: (Japanese) Who's the American?

Yukio: (Japanese) Canadian. That's the man that saved your grandfather, the one he sent me looking for.

Mariko then looked back at Y/N and walks away from Yukio to who knows where.

Mariko: (Japanese) He can't see him looking like that.

Y/N looked at her walk away and slightly frowned. Y/N looked again at the old man who was Yashida, he was extremely weak and definitely in his death bed, his time was near, another man that Y/N will outlive.

YES FOLKS, 2nd chapter of the Wolverine book is here, got inspiration after watching Deadpool and Wolverine, awesome movie btw, really but really good movie imo, and yes, I have heard of the confirmation of Tiamut being the origin of Adamantium, I can pull off some string anyway, or just sort of change that to something else.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter, vote for it and later.