Chapter One: The Sensei

Normal POV

"And that class is how the Americans won their civil war," said a very gruff voice. At that moment the bell rang signifying the end of class "alright now get on the hell out of my classroom I've got shit,to do" the teacher said, taking out a cigar despite the fact that he was in a class full of children.

The students couldn't help but sweat drop "ano…Logan-sensei you shouldn't really smoke that here it's against the rules not to mention bad for your lungs," came the voice of a random female student.

"I miss the part where that's my fucking problem kid so why don't you all do me a favor and go fuck yourselves otherwise you can expect a month's detention with Fujimura-sensei," he said making the student grumble. 

One by one each student left except for a particular red head who was busy putting the chairs up on the desks. 

Logan looked at the red head while lighting his cigar "oi Emiya, you can go you don't need to do that," he said exhaling a puff of smoke.

Shirou looked at his history teacher with an easy-going smile "it's fine sensei I enjoy doing this," he replied putting another chair up. 

Logan shrugs "suit yourself kid…just try not to overwork yourself. You've got a good heart but people will exploit you for it. Take it from an old man who's seen a lot in his life," he said, tapping his cigar while his eyes seemed to be far away. 

Shirou couldn't help but wonder what his sensei had been through in his life to have those kinds of eyes…it reminded him a lot of Kiritsugu "old sensei? You barely look like you've past your thirties," he asked with confusion.

He mirthlessly chuckles at the question "hah who knows maybe I am just something of an old soul than I am in body," Logan said stubbing his dying cigar out. 

Logan then glanced at the clock "alright I am going to be closing the class up soon so hurry on out of you…I am pretty sure your girlfriend is nearby," he continued with a sniff of his nose as Shirou turned red while an eep sound was heard from the opposite side of the class door "sensei how many times do I have to tell you Sakura is just my friend and kouhai!" he exclaimed in embarrassment.

"Pfft I'll believe that when pigs fly now what are you still standing around for kid scram!" Logan shooed the boy off leaving him by his lonesome. 

Locking the door Logan sat on his desk pulling out a bottle of vodka however the oddest thing occurred. 

Instead of opening it up like a normal person Logan raised his right hand clenched into a fist. Then with a swift shink three metal claws popped out and with a slash he cut through the top like butter. 

With another shink the claws disappeared Logan took a large swig from the bottle with a loud "ahhhh" of relief and delight. 

Looking outside the window Logan took another swig of his bottle lost in his thoughts. He had forgotten how long he had been in this world…how long he had lived for. Memories of his past were slowly fading away he could barely remember who he once was. 

All he can remember is dying then waking up as one of his favorite characters from some random comic book series that he couldn't even remember anymore. 

At first it was all fun and games but slowly it began to dawn that he was cursed to walk this world forever because of his insane healing factor. 

He's been through many pivotal moments in history from the age of the gods to the age of men. 

Legends like Hercules, King Arthur, Scathach, Siegfried, Odin, Nero Claudius, and Jeanne D'Arc were some of the more famous legends he had been a part of.

He was just so fucking tired now he couldn't even kill himself with his claws his regeneration made it so that he would always come back even with a shredded heart or snapped neck. 

At this point he was seriously considering throwing himself straight into the sun but knowing his shitty luck he'd probably heal up then adapt or some shit like that. 

"Oh, thank fuck please tell me you're a normal version of Wolverine!" came a random irritating voice from behind me.

With a growl Logan turned smashing the bottle at the ugly red-looking motherfucker behind him "argh!! Wait, wait time out I just want to talk man! My world is-" a familiar red suited man begged but it was too late three sets of claws each popped out from his knuckles and with a growl he stabbed them deep into his would-be assaulters' ribs.

Effortlessly lifting the screaming man Logan tossed him out the window. With a huff he walked over only to see the weirdo drop into some sort of door looking portal he raised a brow "ehh not my problem," Logan said leaving the classroom room down to the parking lot while ignoring the brief feeling that he may have seen the strange man before somewhere. 

Swinging himself onto his motorcycle he inserted the key before roaring it to life. With a grin plastered on his face he drove off to find the nearest bar and who knows maybe he could try his hand at winning some money with the poker gang.

Heading down the cold streets of Fuyuki Logan drove off to find bar when his nose picked up a distinct yet familiar scent. Looking up from the stop light he stopped at Logan squinted his eyes where he can see two figures standing on top of red bridge one, he recognized as his top student Tohsaka Rin. 

The other had a familiar scent of steel but had faint feeling of fire and blood hidden within Logan shook his head this wasn't his problem whatever his students did for their free time was not his business. 

The stop light turned green, and Logan drove down his mind focused on getting drunk till the point of being knocked out.

-end of chapter one-

hey all back with another new fic and something inspired by watching the new DP and Wolverine movie so I hope you all enjoy this fic alongside me.

my pc died on me so I don't have time to check for grammer so if you see anything that needs to be fixed pleased comment on it.