Marvel: My Eyes Defies Fate.

"What did you do to me?"

Logan's lips had gone pale as he stared at Kurogai with fear. The moment under the influence of the Geass Eye had wiped his memory, so he had no idea what had just happened. All he knew was that his body felt weak—unnaturally so—and he was swaying like someone on the edge of collapse.

"Nothing serious," Kurogai replied with a calm smile. "Just took a little of your blood."

Logan's gaze sharpened with disbelief. His instincts screamed that something was wrong. As someone with an advanced healing factor, feeling this weak made no sense. The amount of blood drained from him had to be significant.

Was this strange-eyed kid some kind of vampire?

"By the way, Logan," Kurogai added, "did you know there are still mutants out there?"

Logan struggled, unwilling to answer. "I don't know."

Still refusing to cooperate. Kurogai sighed and shook his head. "Fine. I'll do it myself. Perfect time to test out my new ability."

His eyes began to shift—the whites consumed by a deep red glow, three jet-black tomoe swirling slowly within. The Sharingan activated. While It might not offer absolute control like the Geass, but it had a more versatile arsenal—especially when it came to illusions.

Logan's eyes met Kurogai's—and in an instant, his mind was pulled into a false reality. The illusion took hold effortlessly. Against someone like Logan, who relied more on brawn than mental resistance, the Sharingan's genjutsu was brutally effective.

Inside the illusion, Kurogai interrogated him. Over his years of wandering, Logan had encountered several mutants—but their names and current whereabouts were vague at best. They were drifters like him. Kurogai couldn't get precise leads.

He exhaled, mildly frustrated. "Looks like I'll have to start with the Xavier Institute."

It wasn't a bad plan. Kurogai had intended to visit the school for gifted youngsters anyway, hoping to understand and perhaps refine his own mutant powers. But something always seemed to delay that journey. Now, with time and opportunity aligning, the moment had finally come.

Releasing Logan from the illusion, Kurogai stepped back. The wild mutant instinctively recoiled, keeping his distance, his eyes narrowed in suspicion and unease.

Unlike before, Logan was fully aware this time. The sensation of having his mind manipulated was deeply unsettling.

"That... wasn't natural," Logan muttered, eyes locked on Kurogai. "You're not a vampire... You're something worse. A demon, maybe."

Kurogai chuckled. "Am I really that terrifying?"

He didn't mind the label—fear was useful. But he was in too good a mood to argue. Logan's blood had proven quite... invigorating.

"Since you were generous with your blood, I'll return the favor," Kurogai said casually. "Go to Professor Xavier. And one more thing—watch out for William Stryker."

Without waiting for a response, he summoned a radiant golden portal beneath his feet and stepped through, vanishing into the rippling energy.

"Wait—what does that mean?!" Logan shouted after him. But Kurogai was already gone.

"William Stryker... Professor X..." Logan mumbled to himself, trying to piece it together. Whoever they were, he had a feeling he'd be heading to New York soon.

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Mary's Orphanage – New York

Kurogai emerged from the shimmering portal in front of a familiar old building. The moment he stepped through, the air changed. It smelled like home.

"Little Asta, you're finally back! I was worried sick!" cried Dean Mary, hurrying to meet him.

She didn't know the details of his trip—not that he could tell her he'd just dismantled a Hydra cell. To her, he'd just been gone far too long.

"I'm okay, Dean Mary. No need to worry," he said with a rare, genuine smile. Only in front of her did Kurogai soften like this.

After some small talk, he asked about Skye, only to learn she was at school. That cooled his enthusiasm—he had hoped to see her.

Then, a more serious thought crossed his mind.

"Dean Mary... I've been meaning to tell you something."

She immediately gave him her full attention. "Whatever it is, you know I'll support you."

"I want to move out," he said quietly.

Dean Mary blinked. He was only twelve, after all. It wasn't the usual age for someone to leave the orphanage. But she understood. Kurogai was different.

He barely had time to be here anymore. Being tied to the orphanage only risked dragging trouble to Mary and Skye. He cared too much for them to let that happen. Beyond that, he also needed a private space—to train Wanda and Pietro, and to prepare for what came next.

Dean Mary hesitated, but then gave a soft sigh and a nod. "Alright. I trust you. You've grown so much."

The nest was never meant to hold him forever.

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