9:47 AM
New York Train Station

It was always the case that the very last few minutes before arriving at a particular destination always seemed to take the longest, and in the case of Yukiko Masuyo that one strange fact couldn't have been more true. Staring out of her train window with her leather bag of everything that had ever belonged to her clutched tightly to her chest, she waited as finally, the train was slowing down as it entered the New York Train Station terminal. The small car Yukiko had spent a number of weeks in was then suddenly in a quick bustle as the other five people sharing the car with her began to get up and gather their things and then suddenly they were gone, leaving only Yukiko and an older woman, looking to be in her early seventies. Yukiko set down her bag on the now empty bench in front of her and stood up, offering a hand to the older lady as she struggled to get up.

"Thank you so much Yukiko, you certainly are a special girl." The older woman said, taking the young Asian's hand and got to standing. The relationship between Yukiko and the old lady started about a week ago when Yukiko had gotten off of a ship and boarded the train to New York. The older woman, who she now new as Hazel, took pity on the girl traveling alone and gave her a bit of advise. As Yukiko was sporting her red and black Kimono at the time, Hazel took it upon herself to suggest to Yukiko that a change in clothes might be in order considering her...background. Yukiko didn't understand much English, and therefore wasn't sure what the old woman wanted. When the train stopped to pick up and unload more passengers in a smaller city on the edge of New York, Hazel got off the train, on her own, and bought Yukiko some Americanized clothes that would fit Yukiko. From then on, the trip to New York was a pleasant one as Yukiko had made a friend and even learned some English. Unfortunately, New York was not Hazel's stop, only a place to stretch her legs for a few hours.

Grabbing her bag with her free arm, and lending her other arm to the old woman, Yukiko helped Hazel off of the train and led her through the busy terminal to a nearby bench where they both took a seat. Hazel took Yukiko's small, soft hands in her own worn and withered ones and looked Yukiko straight in the eye.

"It has been a pleasure meeting you Yukiko, I wish you all of the best of your new life here in New York." Hazel said, a soft twinkle in her green eyes. A wad of something Yukiko could identify as paper was exchanged between the old woman's hands and hers and upon investigating, she found a fifty-dollar bill in her hands. Yukiko returned the smile and bowed her head respectfully to the old woman.

"And...to you as well, Elder Hazel." Her English wasn't good by any means, and her speech was slow as if searching for the right words, but her general idea was understood.

Yukiko then stood and waved to the older lady before disappearing into the mass crowd of Americans. Right off the back she started receiving some strange looks and whispers behind her back, she could only imagine what America would have been like if she had shown up in her Kimono...God Bless Hazel.

Finally out of the terminal and onto the streets of New York, Yukiko took in her surroundings with a deep breath. This is where her new life would start, but just how on earth was she going to find the people her father had been associated with in a city like this? She had no names, no addresses, no phone numbers...

No, the only thing she had on her person was the clothes she was wearing, a bag with a few essential items, and now the fifty-dollar bill wadded up in her hand which she quickly stuffed into her petite bra for better protection. Not that she really knew the value of a $50 in the United States as she wasn't accustomed to American Currency, but she would have protected the gift even if it had just been a penny.

First thing was first though, Yukiko needed something to eat. She spotted an array of different areas where she could spend her money on a good meal, though most looked to be expensive and unwelcoming to 'her kind.' Suddenly, as her brown eyes spotted on a darker looking building with hardly a customer inside, a voice seemed to echo in her head.

[i]"Go inside"[/i]

She quickly turned around to see if anyone was speaking to her, but not a soul was there that seemed to be paying attention to her. Again the voice sounded in her head.

[i]"Go inside Yukiko. You will find a friend."[/i]

Hesitant, Yukiko took a few steps forward. It must have been this American air, jumbling up her mind like this. Still, she decided on going inside of the run-down cafe' and was immediately greeted by a thick wall of cigar smoke. Coughing, Yukiko barreled through the smoke and made it to the front desk.

What the hell did American's eat here?

"Uh, a bubble beverage?" Yukiko asked the grizzly looking man at the counter, who responded by just staring her down blankly.

"I think she means bubble tea." A gruff voice behind her stated and then suddenly, the hand of the man behind her was on her shoulder. Taking a surprised step side-ways, she looked to the stranger, about to punch his face in when she immediately recognized the man.

"Logan San?"

Logan, better known as Wolverine, gave Yukiko a great big smile and brought her into a hug, kissing her on top of her head.

"The hell are you doing in New York kid?"