Kaylee Anderson - Successor of the Ninja
Chapter 1
Blades clashed against claws as a young man dressed in black leapt through the air with agility, his red scarf flapping through the wind. His blue eye eyes narrowed as he focused on the hordes of vicious and strange looking animals that attempted to claw and bite at him. He could clearly see all the animals were being controlled by an elderly sorceress with blue and pink magic radiating off her body as her torn purple robes flapped with power.
"Ninja, you'll pay for what you've done! You destroyed the Sorcerer! You took away his extraordinary powers and transformed him back into a pathetic mortal spirit! Now you'll feel my wrath!" the Sorceress shrieked as her yellow eyes glowed with rage.
A purple wolf tried to lunge for the ninja but he was able to jump over it with ease before sending it flying into a store window with a swift kick to the back. He couldn't help but smirk under his mask when he saw the sorceress hiss in rage at his actions. The ninja quickly jumped up onto a set of cars and ran across the top of them. He pulled out his sword that was a black blade with the dragon as the handle and a red emblem engrained in the blade and used it to cut down a row of lampposts, trapping a few of the animals. The teenager jumped off of the car just in time to find himself surrounded by the animals.
Without having to even think about it, he quickly threw a smoke bomb. Within an instant he disappeared in red smoke, resulting in some of the animals to try to sniff out his scent but only get greeted with an awful stench. All of the sudden, a loud whistle sounded off in the air. The animals looked above them to see the ninja in the air and his uniform change from black to red as he formed a large fireball in his hangs. He shouted upon blasting the fireball at the ground, creating a shockwave a fire that knocked back the animals and left them unconscious. Satisfied with the animals out of the way, he began to approach the Sorceress.
"It's over Sorceress. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. If you ask me I'd totally wouldn't want to make a shoob out of myself." he taunted with his arms crossed.
"I'll never surrender and if you put me back in the Shadow Lands, I'll just escape just like I've done in the past." the Sorceress barked back.
"Eh figured as much." the ninja commented with the shrug of his shoulders.
Without a word he pulled out a large yellow orb and held it firmly in his hands. He took in deep and calm breaths, closing his eyes in deep focus.
Seeing this as an opportunity to attack, the Sorceress charged up a large sphere of magic. She couldn't help but grin in excitement at the thought of destroying the ninja and avenging her lost love. But before she could react, an orange ray blasted from the orb. Her eyes widened in shock as she tried to move out of the way. Unfortunately for her she was hit by the strange ray. The Sorceress cried out as her body was consumed in an orange light; pain coursed out throughout her entire body and she could feel her form shift and transform. When the light faded, she dropped to her hands and knees in exhaustion.
She rapidly blinked her eyes, trying to regain her bearings once more. She focused on her hands until a horrid realization had hit her. Instead of her normal gray skin, her hands were a light peach color. She quickly scanned her entire body before unleashing a terrified shriek.
The Sorceress whipped her head toward the ninja and demanded "What did you do to me?!"
The ninja wished the Sorceress could see the his smug grin hidden behind the mask.
"Well..." he began, basking a little longer in his opponent's anger before continuing, "like you said the Shadow Lands wasn't working for you. So like the brucing genius I am, I used the powers of the tengu, mind you the same one that kept the Sorcerer sealed, to trap you in the human form that I remembered you completely despise."
The Sorceress began to practically grind her teeth from hearing that explanation. It infuriated her that she was trapped in a form that she deemed weak and hideous. Out of rage, she ran toward the ninja screaming. Unfortunately this action earned her in getting tripped by the teenager, resulting in her falling head first into a trash can. With the Sorceress unconscious, blue and purple magic engulfed the animals before fading away to reveal them as human beings.
The ninja sighed in satisfaction as he watched the many people start getting back up, having no memories of what had conspired. With his job finished, he loudly proclaimed his exit phrase before disappearing in a cloud in red smoke.
It wasn't long till finally the ninja made entered a bedroom with an assortment of video games, guitars, and training equipment. He pulled off his mask to prompt his suit to unravel from his body in large strips to reveal himself as a purple headed boy teenager. He let out a shout of satisfaction as he stuffed the mask into his pants' pocket.
"Whoo! Another bruce victory for the ninja! Norrisville would have been a total wonk place with the Sorceress running loose." he cheered happily.
But his cheers were cut short by a red glow radiating underneath his pillow. He pursed his lips tightly together, allowing an eerie silence to fill the air. Without a word he made his way over to his bed albeit rather slowly. He reached under his pillow, taking in a deep sigh before pulling out a black book with red markings and a green ninja emblem. The teenager clenched his teeth as the book glowed brightly and shook violently in his hands. He knew exactly what the book was and what it wanted. It was the Ninja-Nomicon, a book passed down from each ninja that held all their combined knowledge. Ever since he was first chosen as the ninja, the book made it clear that he could be the ninja for only four years before entering the book one last time to have his knowledge taken and stored away for the next ninja.
He knew it was a tradition that coursed over the span of eight-hundred years, but when it came to making a choice the teenager found difficulty. Not only did he think there was no one else in Norrisville fit to be the ninja, he also didn't want to give up an amazing aspect of his life. He loved being the ninja, having learned the multiple powers and duties that come with the title as the city's sole protector. After a few moments of thought, the teenager swallowed a lump in his throat and ran one of his hands through his shaggy purple hair.
"Sorry Nomicon." he muttered quietly.
Without warning he quickly dashed over to his guitar case and threw the book down in it.
"Norrisville needs its ninja." he stated in a stern tone as he slammed his case closed and locked it.
The teenager flinched slightly when he saw the case shake violently and the red glow leak out of the cracks, indicating the book was enraged with his choice. Apart of him did for guilty for essentially backstabbing a companion that helped and trained him over the course of four years, but whether or not the Ninja-Nomicon was angry didn't mattered to him. What he considered that mattered was fulfilling his duty as the ninja by continuing to protect his city.
Seventeen years passed since that day. Norrisville remained under the watchful eye of the ninja, much to infuriation of the Ninja-Nomicon who felt that the choosing of a successor was long overdue. Nightfall had fallen upon the city and walking alone was a teenage girl at the age of seventeen. Her green eyes glanced lazily at the trees and cars as her hands that wore gray fingerless gloves was stuffed into the pockets of her dark blue pants. She was frustrated slightly at herself for walking home so late since she had went into town to get some new piercings placed in the upper rim of her left ear.
The teenage girl kept walking until she heard the sound of glass breaking. Curiosity getting the best of her, she turned toward the sound to see none other than two men in black clothes sneaking into a house. Her heart nearly stopped upon seeing this sight, she couldn't believe she a witnessing a crime unfold before her. Figuring that she should do something, without even thinking of the consequences, the teenage girl ran over to the house and jumped through the window. The moment she was inside, her black and white shoes landed on the broken glass, prompting it to crack loudly. Within an instant the two thieves directed their attention toward her.
"Alright boys, surrender willingly and perhaps I'll go easy on you." the girl threatened as she raised up her fists.
The two thieves glanced at each other, shrugging their shoulders in confusion before lunging toward their opponent. The three were in an all out fist fight, but unfortunately the teenage girl was at a disadvantage due to her long black hair constantly flinging in front of her face from jerky moment and her fighting moves being sloppy due to the lack of experience. She clenched her teeth tightly, doing her best to keep up with the thieves' punches. Unfortunately she wasn't fast enough to block a punch that was delivered to her stomach.
She cried out as she smashed against the wall from the force of the punch. Because she was hit so hard, this resulted in a gold trophy designed like a tombstone and game controller to fall off of the shelf. A loud smash echoed throughout the house the moment the trophy smashed and broke into hundreds of pieces on the floor, prompting a light to turn on from upstairs. Terrified of being caught, the two thieves quickly jumped out of the window they came in, leaving behind the dazed teenage girl.
The girl groaned as she held her hand against her head, feeling like her entire world was spinning. She thought she could hear the sounds of someone dashing down a set of stairs, though she couldn't quite tell for sure due to how much her head was pounding. All of the sudden she found herself immediately awakened from her dizzy spell upon a horrified shout ringing loudly in her ears.
"My gaming tournament trophy! That was irreplaceable! That was the one proof of my achievement during my teenage years to show I was the cheese! No!" shouted a large ginger-headed man with a brown moustache who was on his knees whilst holding his shattered trophy.
He continued to mourn over his broken trophy until his brown eyes managed to catch glance of the teenage girl in the red jacket grinning nervously as she gave him a small wave. At that moment, he sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose; his sadness now turning into anger for the loss of his trophy.
"Kaylee Anderson, why am I not surprised that the student that has managed to fail my history class three times is the one responsible for destroying my prized possession." he grumbled under his breath.
Unable to think of a response, Kaylee only simple gave out a worried chuckle as she greeted "Hi, Mr. Weinerman. How have you been lately?"
The next day, Kaylee glared at the wall with her arms firmly crossed as she sat in a jail cell. She couldn't believe that since the cops couldn't find the thieves anywhere on the scene of the crime that she ended up receiving all the blame. She tapped her foot in annoyance as she mostly blamed her history teacher for placing her in her current situation. The teenager just found it silly that a full grown man would made a big deal over a simple trophy. She dwelled on her thoughts until finally her cell door was opened up by one of the cops. She couldn't help but sigh in relief, believing they finally understood she was innocent.
Without a word Kaylee was lead through the hallways by the cop until she reached an office. Upon entering, the teenage girl groaned and let her shoulders slouched when she saw her history teacher now dress in his brown suit standing in the room while cradling his broken trophy in his arms. She began complaining and muttering curses under her breath as she was forced to sit down in one of the fold out chairs.
Seeing that everyone was in the room, the police chief leaned forward on his desk with his hands firmly folded.
"So according to what Howard Weinerman here told me, you broke into his home and busted some statue of his or something." the police chief said as he waved his hand around in the air.
"I didn't break in and I didn't break his stupid trophy. It looked wonk anyway." Kaylee snapped as she tried to stand up only to be held in her seat by her shoulder being pushed down by the police officer standing next to her.
Howard gasped before replying in an insulted tone "It is not a stupid trophy and it didn't look wonk! For your information this was from the McFist Grave Puncher Million Dollar Gaming Tournament which was won by yours truly. That trophy was a one of a kind and can never, emphasis on never, be replaced!"
He had shouted so loud that Kaylee's hair was practically blown back while the police officer lost his hat, tie, and badge.
"Huh, bruce vocals." the chief muttered quietly before clearing his throat and continuing, "Anyways, we understand Anderson that you claim to be innocent in this whole ordeal. But with no witnesses and no other suspects seen at the scene of the crime, we have no choice but to suspect you. After all you were there at the break in and the broken trophy was on you, there's no denying that."
Kaylee began immediately wishing that she had something grasped in her hands just so she could snap it in two. She hated how she had no solid proof to prove that she was innocent meaning that she had no choice but to take the fall for the crime. Having given up trying to get out the situation, she listened to the two choices that were presented to her. The teenager could choose to either spend time in prison or take up community service to pay off the trophy and the property damages. It didn't take long for her to come up with a decision.
"Alright I'll pick community service. I don't need jail time. Also it would help if you really don't tell my mom about this, she would flip if she found out." Kaylee pouted with her arms crossed.
The police chief hummed as he closed his eyes in thought. He was originally planning to call Kaylee's mother to inform her of the situation until an idea struck him. He explained that he would be willing to let the information that she got herself arrested slide only if she would accept a community service job of Howard's choosing since he also admired him for winning that game tournament.
The teenage girl's face turned pale with her stomach feeling like it was doing flips when she saw the smug yet evil grin form on her history teacher's face.
"Oh why do I get the feeling this is going to be totally wonk?" she thought to herself, fearing of what kind of community service job Howard would select her to do.
Later that day, Kaylee took in deep breaths as she glanced down at the address. Seeing she was at the right place, she rang the doorbell to a large, luxurious, two-story house. Within a few second the door opened up to reveal a man around at the age of thirty-four. Kaylee raised a brow as she studied the man's attire; seeing he had shaggy purple hair pulled into a ponytail and a goatee, a black jacket with a red shirt underneath, blue pants, and purple shoes.
The man felt a bit awkward that there was a teenage girl standing on his doorstep doing nothing but staring at him.
Deciding to get some answers, he asked after taking a long pause after his first word "Uh... can I help you kid or gal or whatever you want to be called?"
Remembering why she was there, Kaylee growled slightly before replying "Hi, Mr. Randy Cunningham. My name is Kaylee Anderson and I'm... ugh... you're new maid."
She handed Randy her papers as she explained how she got caught up in a situation and has to perform community service in order to payoff the debt she owes for Howard's broken trophy. In order to make sure the police don't tell her mother about the situation she got herself wrapped into, she had to agree to accept a community service job of Howard's choosing. She narrowed her eyes both in frustration and despise when she noticed Randy trying to resist the urge to burst out laughing from her tale. A part of her figured he would find it amusing since Howard made sure that she wouldn't forget she would be working for his best friend before she had left the station.
"Just show me what room you want me to do first." she grumbled as her hands curled into two firms fists.
"Okay calm down there tiger, I'll show ya the way." Randy responded as his laughter quieted down.
Without another word the purple-headed man let the teenage girl enter his home before closing the door. Once inside, he couldn't help but smirk when he saw the girl's mouth drop open seeing not only at how large it was on the inside but also how it was filled with the latest tech, Japanese training equipment, and the finest luxuries.
"Just so you know I'm pretty much the honkin' rich video game designer that created Ninja Slicers aka the cheese of video game arcade cabinets. With so much money I can afford a lot of luxuries." Randy stated with a grin whilst leaning down where he was eye level with the teenage girl.
Kaylee felt like something had shattered in her mind from that sentence. She now understood exactly why Howard had selected for her to become a maid for Randy and it wasn't because he was his best friend. She realized it was because her teacher's friend was rich which meant a large house that would require tons of cleaning from her, more than the average house cleaning. Having put the facts together the teenage girl was unable to prevent herself from yelling in frustration as she jumped up and down a few times. She didn't care if the man before her was getting amusement from her scene, all she wanted to do was let off steam. Once she felt she got out most of her rage, she took in deep breaths and slumped forward slightly. All of the sudden she saw a broom and dust pan presented before her. She glanced up to see Randy smirking at her while shaking the two objects in his hands.
"Whelp I suggest you get to work. I would start with the TV viewing room, it's still pretty messed up from the honkin' bruce soccer game me and my pals watched last night." he stated.
Kaylee force a large, fake grin on her face as she snatched away the cleaning utensils and walked away. She was unsure how she would even tolerate working for Randy if he was going to get so much joy out of getting a reaction out of her. It wasn't long till she finally reached her destination. Her right eye started twitching when she was greeted the sight of pizza boxes everywhere, empty cups with some of them still having soda in it, and broken glass. Wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible, she began cleaning up the room. She picked up one of the pizzas only to discover there was a few slices of pizza still in the box with mold on it.
She dropped the box as she shrieked "That's shnasty! That's definitely not pizza from last night!"
Gathering up her fears, Kaylee continued to tidy up the room. She began dusting around the bookshelf, clearing away the broken glass until from the corner of her eye she noticed a red glow. The teenage girl immediately paused, feeling a strange pull as if someone was calling out to her. She brushed it off as her imagination but before she could return to her tasks, the feeling rushed over her again. Her green eyes blinked slowly as she felt the strange pull grow stronger and stronger, constantly calling out to her. Suddenly Kaylee managed to spot the red glow again. Deciding not to ignore this time, she turned her head to see the glow leaking out from a few books. With curiosity filling her, Kaylee walked over to the books and pushed them aside to see hidden in the back of the bookcase was a black book with red markings and a green ninja emblem.
The teenage girl hummed as she grabbed and flipped the book around in her hands a few times, wondering why the book was stuffed far in the back. As she continued to hold the book, she felt a strange urge to read its pages growing ever so constant in her with every second. Kaylee flipped the book back to its cover and stared at it in a few moments in debate. Finally she decided to satisfy her urges and cracked open the book. The moment she did this, Kaylee cried out as her vision was filled with a bright light. The last words she saw was the bold text "NO MATTER HOW STRONG THE FORCE A RIVER MUST ALWAYS FLOW FORCE."
Having heard her cry, Randy quickly dashed into the room to see if the teenage girl was alright. But what he saw nearly made his blood run cold. He could see in the center of the room Kaylee was holding the Ninja-Nomicon with it wide open and her pupils her completely gone with her mouth hanging ajar as the book glowed brightly. He took in a deep sigh as his blue eyes glanced toward the floor, knowing what her holding the Ninja-Nomicon meant. Reaching into his pants' pocket he pulled out his old ninja mask and tightened his grip around it, knowing it was no longer truly his.
With one last sigh Randy finally said "Alright, you win Ninja-Nomicon."