Love That Burns

thirty-two

 Logan's only thought was you as he sped from work to the house. Who would come up to the house? And why? Were you in danger now?

"Y/N!" Logan shouted as he sprinted from the truck into the house.

He came in prepared for a fight when he saw you standing in the middle of the living room with a young woman near the sliding glass doors. You had dropped the phone, and your fists were up in flames. He quickly stood in front of you, glaring down the intruder. Your hands cooled down and went to the back of his shirt, gripping it. You and Logan both knew that you could kick ass, but Logan would jump in front of you before that could happen.

"Who are you?" Logan growled.

"My name is Yukio," she responded.

"And?"

"I've been trying to find you for over a year."

"Why?"

"To give you this." She removed the sword from her back, holding it out to Logan with both of her hands. "My employer wanted you to have it."

"Who's your employer?"

"Master Yashida." You felt Logan tense beneath you. "He said it belongs to you and that he's playing all debts. Master Yashida is dying. He wants to say thank you for saving his life all those years ago. He knows that you are a... busy man. But he very much wants to say his goodbye in person."

"Alright, where is he?" Logan's response surprised you.

"Tokyo."

Logan scoffed. "I'm not going to Japan."

"It would be dishonorable for you to refuse his request."

"Well, apologize to Mr. Yashida. I'm not going to Tokyo. I have a life here. A wife."

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

"That's not who I am anymore, you understand?"

"Interesting since you're standing in front of your wife, claws out... You are a soldier."

"No, I'm not."

"You are a soldier."

"Not anymore!"

"You are a soldier, and you seek what all soldiers do."

"And what's that?"

"An honorable death. An end to your pain."

"I'm not in pain anymore."

"Logan," you tugged on his shirt to gain his attention. "Maybe we should go."

You had never heard of this Yashida fellow, but it clearly was bringing something out of Logan. Logan's head snapped towards you at your suggestion.

"Why?" He asked.

"To say your goodbyes. If you saved his life once, if this man felt the need to send someone for you, it has to be important to him. You have to be important to him."

Logan studied your eyes. He sighed, knowing that you wouldn't drop this. "Fine." He turned back to Yukio, sheathing his claws. "One day. I say goodbye to Mr. Yashida, and I come right back."

"Okay," she responded.

"I'm coming with you," you stated.

"No," Logan shook his head. "You're staying here."

"Yeah," you scoffed. "Cause I'm safer here, by myself rather than with you, halfway across the world."

Logan hated that you were right. "Fine. But you don't leave my side."