Deadpool Was Locked Up in a Psychiatric Hospital?

Bone spurs pierced through the flesh, Meimiya Akihiro lowered her slender body.

Logan looked into those eyes, but before he could even speak, the boy in front of him pounced on him like a madman.

"Pfft!"

The sharp bone spurs pierced Logan's abdomen without mercy.

Logan grunted, veins bulging on the back of his hand, yet he still suppressed the pair of potentially lethal Adamantium Claws.

The bone spur was pulled out, bringing with it a trail of warm blood.

He pulled, swung his arm, and swept again; after several blows, Logan's leather jacket was torn to shreds.

The wound healed rapidly, a sight that fueled the fury in Meimiya Akihiro's eyes to burn even more fiercely.

Why didn't you fight back! Why didn't you fight back?!

Logan took a few steps back, his voice heavy. "You are my child..."

Meimiya Akihiro's eyes flashed with astonishment, followed by an even more complete rage.

"Shut up! Who gave you permission to call me that!?"

Logan still didn't retaliate, not even making the most instinctive dodging movement.

He stood rooted to the spot like a wooden stake, letting his very being unleash the pent-up resentment of years past.

Meimiya Akihiro's movements became faster and more chaotic.

The pale bone spurs pierced his father's sturdy chest and abdomen again and again.

Logan slipped from the impact, half of his body sinking into the mud. Meimiya Akihiro raised his hand, the bone spur aimed straight at his neck.

The bone was pressed against his skin, and his arm was trembling.

Logan looked up at him, and the face before him was sometimes that of a boy, and sometimes that of Itsu, who remembered him holding a wine jug and cursing him.

"Poke it in."

Meimiya Akihiro's breathing became increasingly rapid, and he roared, "You think I wouldn't dare?"

"That's not what I thought."

Logan braced himself on his knees to stand up, took a step forward towards the bone spur, and the tip immediately pierced his neck, blood flowing down his collarbone.

Meimiya Akihiro instinctively tried to back away, but his waist and back were suddenly gripped by two thick, powerful arms.

He was forcibly pulled into an embrace.

Bone spurs were still embedded in Logan's body, their tips protruding from his neck.

Even so, he still didn't let go.

"Let me go!"

The boy struggled desperately in his arms, his voice trembling with sobs that he himself didn't even realize it.

"I won't let go."

Meimiya Akihiro switched hands and stabbed again, the bone spur piercing into his side waist. Logan's body jerked, but his arms tightened their grip even more.

"I've already been there once, and this time I'm not going anywhere."

Meimiya Akihiro struggled a few times, but found that she couldn't budge the man's embrace at all.

"So you finally decided to come back?!"

Do you know what kind of life my mother and I lived? She raised me all by herself, and even when she was critically ill, she didn't dare to lie down and rest!

The bone spur retracted, Meimiya Akihiro continued to punch his back.

"When I was little, I asked her countless times, 'Who is my father?' Every time, she would pat my head, smile, and say, 'You will come back.'"

"She tells me to wait, and every time it's the same thing—'wait a little longer'!"

Logan tried to explain, but found that any words would seem pale and powerless.

"She kept calling your name until her dying breath. She stared at the door, calling James over and over again. She felt you would push the door open and come in even as she took her last breath!"

Upon hearing this, Logan's arms suddenly lost their strength and loosened slightly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Meimiya Akihiro shoved him aside and delivered a heavy punch to his weathered old face.

But you didn't come!

The boy pointed at his nose and roared at the top of his lungs, "You've never been here even once!"

Logan steadied himself and didn't approach any further, his hands hanging at his sides, his eyes frighteningly red.

"Sorry..."

"Sorry?!"

Meimiya Akihiro's chest heaved violently. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat and blood from his face, but tears still welled up in his eyes.

"She waited for you her whole life like a fool! I also waited for you with high hopes!"

"But later, I stopped waiting. Every day I told myself, I have no father!"

Logan opened his mouth, wanting to try and get something more out of him.

Standing there was only a weathered old man who had committed a colossal mistake but didn't even know how to make amends.

I owe your mother, and I owe you. You may disown me, but I will.

"Stop putting on that hypocritical act in front of me! What makes you think you can be my father with a simple 'sorry'?"

Logan suddenly reached out, one hand firmly pressing down on the back of the boy's head, the other protecting his thin back.

Even as the boy struggled violently, he still didn't push him away.

"I understand you hate me, and it's my own fault!"

You know nothing!

Meimiya Akihiro finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably in Logan.

"They call me Meimiya Akihiro, but I also have another name, Daken! It means 'a mongrel dog nobody wants'!"

"They pointed their fingers at me and called me an unwanted bastard!"

"They said my father died long ago while he was away, and that my mother deserved to suffer her whole life raising me, this burden!"

Logan's lips moved, and his hand slid from the back of the boy's head to his shoulder, where the wound from the bone spur had closed, but the pain on his face was even more intense.

"I'll keep the name Daken for myself."

Meimiya Akihiro stared at him, the dark gold in his eyes resurfacing, his voice lowered, but the venom in his words grew even more ruthless.

"I live by this name, I remember you by this name, I remember that you owe me and my mother a life!"

The boy's voice lowered, but his tone became even harsher than before.

"I will live consciously with this name! I will remember you with this name!"

"I'll make you remember forever that you owe my mother a debt you can never repay!"

The bone spur sprang out again from the back of the boy's hand.

Logan didn't flinch, but reached out and gently pressed his palm against Logan's trembling wrist.

The blood of the father and son mingled together.

Blood dripped down the bone splinter, one drop after another, onto the muddy ground.

Don't be afraid.

Logan rested his chin on the boy's head, his voice soft.

I'm here.

Daken

Sing Sing, leaning against the car door, swallowed all the witty remarks he had prepared. To try and be clever again at this point would be utterly inhuman.

But he only held on for a short while before raising his hand to call out:

"Alright, even if it's a father-son reunion, you can't stand by the ditch in the wind. Get in the car first, or you'll have to pay for the seat cover if your wound gets on it."

The little wolf cub glared at him, then said to his father, "My name is Daken. I don't want to use the name Meimiya Akihiro anymore."

Logan's lips moved a few times, but this time he only called out "Daken" seriously.

The car turned out of the factory. Daken was pressed against the car door, while Logan was huddled at the other end, leaving a gap in between.

After driving through several blocks, Daken's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. His head tilted to one side and then lifted up again, before tilting down a second time and landing squarely on Logan's shoulder.

Logan even breathed very softly, and finally took the blanket that Sing Sing handed him and covered Daken with it.

The car pulled up in front of the Yashida Family's safe house. Daken opened his eyes and found himself leaning against Logan. He quickly sat up straight. "Nothing happened."

Logan grinned, but forced back a laugh. "Yeah, I didn't see anything."

Mariko came out to greet him, and her expression changed when she saw Logan covered in holes. Then she looked at the boy behind him, whose expression was somewhat gloomy.

Sing Sing stepped to the side, skipping the formalities, and said, "This is Daken, Old Goldhead's son. He's staying here for a bit. I have some things to do, so I'll come back to pick them up when I leave."

Sing Sing rolled Ichirai Hisako back into the car, and only took out the GPS tracker after driving out of the alley.

This is Old Zhou's personal tracking device for Deadpool, the one he slipped into Deadpool's belt during their fight on the snowy mountaintop.

Sing Sing turned on the screen, and a red dot quickly appeared.

The red dot was only a few streets away from them, firmly fixed in the west of the city. The screen refreshed several times, but the dot remained motionless.

Sing Sing was a little surprised, "That's strange, this thing has springs in its butt, it can roll off the bed while sleeping, how come it's not moving?"

Ichirai Hisako guessed, "Did the locator fall off, or someone picked up the belt?"

Sing Sing shook his head, "Deadpool himself didn't realize that to take him off, you'd have to take his pants down first. Whoever does that is doomed for eight lifetimes."

The red dot for location tracking hadn't moved. Sing Sing stared at it for a while, then took out his business card, handed it to her, and got out of the car.

"You go first, take Ueda Kenji to find Liu Jianyi, then go back to the Busujima Family and bring Shi Xiaoyan there too."

Ichirai Hisako decided to do as he said, "Contact me if you need anything."

The black sedan drove away, Sing Sing pressed the screen as he disappeared into a side street, where there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around.

At the end, there was a high wall, with iron mesh covering the top.

The signboard reads six large characters:

Aoba Psychiatric Hospital

Sing Sing was a little confused.

How did this guy end up in a mental hospital after blowing up a God Toilet?!