She thought Logan's return to Japan had to be a good omen of sorts, and it's amazing just how wrong she was. Just a trip to New York, to see the school and to meet other mutants, that's what had been on the table. Now it was her life. And the only thing that would buy her way out of this was Logan himself.
Yukio was in her room, packing. Logan was just down the hall, doing the same so that they could leave in the morning. Just her and Logan. Mariko had too much to do with the company to come along. It was basically pitch black outside, and the lights that were on gave the place an ominous glow. She should have heard them coming, but she didn't.
A whole team of them. Mutants. They had come out of no where, and were quieter than all the ninja she'd ever come across. When they took out the lights, that's when she knew something was horribly wrong. Yukio slid open her door and tried to find her way to Mariko's room, fearing that the Yakuza had come back to try and kill her again. But she was wrong, she was so horribly wrong. She hardly had any time to grab a hold of Danza before they were upon her. The last thing she remembers is screaming for Logan.
She woke up in a white walled room, all alone.
"Good you're awake," a voice said. Yukio's eyes followed the sound until she came to a slot in the door of her little room, where another pair of eyes were waiting to meet her own.
"Who are you?" she asked, knowing that putting up a fight wouldn't do her any good, no matter how badly she wanted to go jab that man in his eyes.