So this is a Victor Creed/Kitty Pryde fic. It's inspired by watching too many spaghetti westerns and Samurai movies. I hope you guys enjoy this story. For future reference Kitty is 22 in this story and Rogue is 23. Logan and Victor are both over 100 years old. The universe is a mixture of the movie and comics.

She had left the Institute behind in favor of travelling the world, curious to see what wonders and horrors it held. But curiousity and cats never got along very well as she learned outside of a shop in Okinawa, Japan. Kitty had finished with the busy neon lit streets of Tokyo and had headed south for a more relaxing atmosphere before heading out to Moscow, Russia in a week.

As Kitty exited the small shop that sold trinkets to tourists she began to head down the street to find something to eat. She looked ahead of her and spotted him, the large frame, short brown hair, and fierce blue eyes that haunted her after their first encounter years ago. Sabertooth made his way towards her with lazy grace that dared anyone in a 10 mile radius to try him on for size.

She thought about running but found her legs continued straight towards him. Some of her fear ebbed away as she realized that if he recognized and attacked her that she could just phase away from his attacks. Time felt as if it slowed down to a snail's crawl as they began to cross paths. Kitty held her breath and her eyes widened as his blue eyes glanced over to her for a split second.

As with every other instance where time slowed, time therefore had to speed up to recover lost ground. When everything was back on track she was almost at the end of the street. Turning around Kitty could see him getting further and further into the distance and almost by insane compulsion began to follow him.

The small shops began to come few and far between the longer they walked and Kitty was more than sure that he knew she was following him. He did nothing to stop her, and did not try and lose her going so far as to slow his long stride when she began to tire.

Kitty didn't know what he was playing with but for some reason she couldn't talk herself into running away and calling The Professor or Logan. An hour and a half had gone by, they had turned onto a dirt road that led into a beautiful forest. She could hear the sound of the sea in the distance and despite the relaxing atmosphere fear crept over her again.

A flock of birds suddenly flew from the nest startling her. She looked up and watched as they flew away, out towards the sea. Her feet faltered as she looked back up the road to see him missing, Kitty swallowed nervously before continuing on.

It took ten minutes to reach the end of the road, it would have taken five but she had been arguing with herself mentally for a good five minutes before soldering on. Kitty was surprised at what awaited her, a traditional Okinawan house with tiled roof and a long porch sat in a small clearing.

He sat on the steps, calm and cool with a smirk on his face and a katana in between his legs that leaned against the inside of his right leg. "Nice to see you again Kitty cat," he said, his voice deep in timber that vibrated deep within her.

"What are you doing here?" Kitty asked without thinking.

His grin grew "Well seeing as this is my house, shouldn't I be the one asking that question?"

"In Japan, what are you doing in Japan?" She remedied "Last I heard you were in Mexico."

"Left Mexico a year ago, you people really should make an effort to track your enemies movements better, never know when we might sneak up on you," he said darkly and she glared at him.

"What brought you here then?" Kitty asked if only to keep him focused on something other than tearing her limb from limb.

"Well ya see, that's a real good story that started with a girl named Alessandra," he started as he began to fiddle with the hilt of his katana making her nervous. "Alessandra was beautiful, long black hair, olive skin, and curves that could kill a man, a fine mamacita if there ever was one. She and I hit it off big and everything was great, until about six months in when she came over to mine smelling like her boss Juan. As you could imagine I didn't take to this kindly."

Kitty had an idea of where this tale was going but decided she had to know the outcome. "How not kindly did you take it?"

Victor gripped the hilt of the katana "I snapped her neck in half before tracking down Juan doing the same to him, after I calmed down I decided to take a breather and found my way here. Looking back on it I realize that I probably went a little overboard but she broke my heart so I broke her neck."

She looked at him in shock "You went a little overboard?" Kitty asked in disbelief.

"It's been known to happen," he replied nonchalantly.

Kitty shook her head, not knowing what else to say. "And what brings you here, to Japan and to my humble abode?" he asked.

"Vacation, and I'm not sure," she answered simply and he shrugged not caring to push the subject any further.

"What's with the sword, I didn't think you were one to use weapons," she asked as she silently cursed her big dumb mouth.

"It's called a katana and you don't know me well enough to know wether I like to use weapons or not," he said as he stood up and stepped off the porch. She took a step back instinctively as he unsheathed the katana and pointed the blade at her.

A strong wind blew and the trees around them bent slightly at the force causing the leaves to tremble loudly. Kitty's eyes widened as he charged and made to cut off her head. Her breath caught in her throat as she forced her mutation to kick in to avoid the sharp edged steel. The blade stopped an inch away from her pale throat and she looked up into his laughing blue eyes.

"You've been on vacation, have to make sure you're still on your toes," he explained with a smirk showing off his impressive canines.

"Were you always this much of a quippy bastard?" Kitty asked angerily as he sheathed his katana in one swift motion that signified years of practice.

"Since the day I was born," he replied as he turned around and headed back to the house.

Kitty wondered if she should take his departure as a hint to leave. Before she could get herself turned around and be on her way he called out to her.

"I know you're hungry, so come on."

She stood dumbfounded, he was offering her something to eat and other than the joke he had played on her, he had made no attempt to harm her. Kitty didn't know what he was playing at but she had to know what was going on with him. Cursing up a blue streak at herself she found herself following him once more. Kitty was sure that curiousity was going to get her killed, only it was a cat named Victor Creed that was sure to deal the final blow.

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