Chapter 1

"Mika wake up!"

I groaned tiredly as my father's voice woke me up. Geeze could he be any louder! I mean come one it's Sunday for Christ sakes!

I put my pillow over my head blocking out the morning chirps from the ravens and bright rays of the sun coming through my window. God I hate the morning. I continued to just lay there slowly drifting off to sleep when suddenly my body felt a blast of cold air. I cringed and curled into a ball with a groan knowing someone had obviously taken my beloved think and warm royal blue comforter right off me. Damn you dad.

"Mika Sapphire Dark you better get up or next is the ice bucket." My dad ordered standing over me.

Groaning I pulled myself up from under my pillow and scratched the tangled mess of purple hair on my head. "Come on dad its Sunday."

"And? That has nothing to do with your training. Be happy I gave you a few extra hours of sleep than usual, now get up and get ready." He ordered before walking out and closing the door.

The moment the door clicked into place I groaned in agitation. 'Of all the dads in the world I had to get the martial arts master Phantom Dark.' I thought with a smirk. Sure my dad can be a pain but he's still my dad and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I got up with a sigh stretching my tense muscles that locked up during the night, and went to my closet. My wardrobe consisted of many midriff t-shirts, jeans, shorts, halter tops, sneakers and combat boots while a while rack was dedicated to my training uniforms. Yeah I'm a real fashionista.

Ignoring the vast amount of uniforms I grabbed one set that consisted of a white haori top, from who knows what time period, some white shorts that i insisted on wearing and a black belt. Putting on the uniform I couldn't help thinking that my life was really ordinary even with the training my dad puts me through. Everyday it's the same thing: I go to school and get decent grades, come home to do the household chores, then train a bit before dinner. Nothing interesting, nothing out of the ordinary. I was your average 17 year old girl and it bored the hell out of me.

I finally made my way into the backyard of our two story house. My dad was practicing kicks on a padded wooden pole like he always did for a warm up.

Crazy old man. "Dad what's my warm up today?"

He paused in mid kick and got into a thinking pose that sort of reminded me of Sherlock Holmes. Sort of. "Hmm…50 push up and sit ups."

"Oh that's easy." I said smirking.

"Ha! As if! You're doing hand stand pushups and upside down sit ups on the pull up bars."

"WHAT?" I yelled glaring at him as he smirked with the old 'you don't have a choice' look. Slave driven jackass. Swallowing a groan, I flipped onto my hands and gained my balance before doing my pushups in the nice 90 degree sun. Did I say my dad was a pain? Let me correct that. HES A MAJOR PAIN!

Dad watched over me making sure I did every push up exactly to his specifications while his spikey gravity defying hair blew in the slight breeze. I swear the only thing I got from my mom was her chest size. Freaking 36c cup breasts while everything else was my dad down from my hair color to my skin color. All him, although I'm much cuter than him.

Once my pushups were done I was already drenched in sweat, my arms screaming from the excursion. God my dad was trying to kill me. "Okay come on you got 50 sit ups to do before we get started." Dad said still with that irritating smirk.

"Yeah yeah I know." I walked over to our newly installed pull up bars and took deep breathes knowing this wasn't going to be easy. I stared at the titanium bars as the sun left them shining in the bright light. My dad was real happy to have them since they were essential to both our training. I quickly pulled up on them and flipped upside down and hooked my legs on to keep me in place before removing my hands. I soon felt this great pressure in my head as blood rushed to my head. "Daaaadddd…..my head feels weird."

"Then you better hurry up before you pass out." He said crossing his arms still smirking.

"You are one Slave driving old man!" I growled before doing my sit ups as my dad chuckled. He knew no matter how many times I called him old man I still loved him and he loved me. And technically he wasn't an old man since him and mom had me at 18. Mom died bringing me into the world and dad continued to raise me even without her by his side, from changing my diapers to buying my prom dress last year. My dad's been there no matter what.

After finishing my warm ups I flipped off the pull up bars landing on my feet. "Now what?"

"Defend yourself!" Dad then kicked me in my already sore stomach sending me skidding across the dirt.

"That was a cheap shot dad!" I charged sending kicks and punches at him that he dodged and blocked with that insufferable smirk still on his face.

"My turn." He said kicking at me at a faster pace than I could barely dodge. We continued to spar as the morning turned to afternoon. My muscles screamed in protest as I continued to block and counter each of his attacks. 'Shit I'm toast!'

Dads smirk turned evil as his speed increased and I found myself flat on my back with the heel of his foot pressed to my throat. "Dirty trick old man." I said with a smile as I breathed into my burning lungs.

"Just too slow my silly daughter." He chuckled removing his foot and putting a hand out to help me up. I rolled my eyes clasping hands as he pulled me up. We then sat in the shade taking deep breathes and channeling what my dad likes to call reistu. Don't ask me why but that's just what he calls it.

After about two hours of what I like to call 'our whine down time' we walked inside seeing as the sky was now dark. I went up to my room while dad went to our galley kitchen to make dinner. I stretched and went into my purple tiled bathroom to take a badly needed shower. I started the shower before taking my uniform off and throwing it into a hamper and stepping under the hot water. After my body was relaxed I grabbed my favorite pomegranate body was and lathered it up in a poof then scrubbing the sweat and grim from my body till it was fresh and clean before washing my hair and getting out wrapping a blue terry cloth towel around my body. I quickly dried my hair and pulled it into a messy ponytail then dressing in black panties then a t-shirt and basketball shorts. I yawned leaving the room and heading down to the kitchen. "Dad is the food done?"

I heard dad chuckle as I walked in. "Yes miss piggy, I made some tacos."

"Sweet!" I cheered grabbing four tacos and putting them on my plate. Hey I like my food dammit!

My dad just chuckles while eating his two tacos. We ate in our regular comfortable silence before I left to go to bed. I needed sleep for school.

I laid down in my queen blue sheet and comforter bed with a sigh as I cuddled into my pillows. 'Tomorrow's going to be the same as always: boring and ordinary.' I thought closing my eyes never knowing an orange haired miracle had just walked into town