A/N: Guess who became obsessed with another show that was meant for children the ages of 7-11! :-)))! I swear to all the heavenly apples out there, Ninjago is ruining my life. I don't think people understand how awfully weird it is to starting crying, screaming, and gasping while watching the last episode of season three. I felt agonizing pain. Physical pain. I won't say anything because I don't want to spoil anything for readers who haven't watched it (I actually just don't want to talk about it because I'm in-denial).

Anyway, this will have Ninja/OC because I'm insane and this is sort of AU but not really, idek. I'm kind of experimenting with this story so don't be surprised if the writing style randomly changes in the middle of paragraph three of chapter 478, mmmk? Okay, enough rambling! Let's start this story even though I have 14,000 other stories left unfinished because I can't stay on topic to save my life!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or additional settings from the TV show Ninjago. All OCs and anything else that Lego doesn't own is mine. (Which is virtually nothing)

"All shadows whisper of the sun. "
― Emanuel Carnevali

Chapter 1

Grey.

The Grey Ninja.

Grey is a very, very, dull color.

It was the cloudy sky that shadowed the earth. It was the area between light and dark; a place where confusion was conceived; the shady darkness that was not fully believed to be…well, dark, but nowhere near light. It was what made someone hold their tongue because it was the color of doubt. Are you right, but wrong to some degree? Does that still make you right, or fully wrong? Evil has a purpose: to keep this world going, so, in a rhetorical sense, it's good?

The Ninja of Shadows.

Shadows.

An absence caused by light.

The darkness of reality to follow in its footsteps; concealed and cursed to fall behind. Movement of the shadows indicated that mobility is still liable to this Earth. It was still there, though ignored. There isn't really any harm coming from any shadow, but it is not one-hundred percent clean, right? It is common knowledge to associate darkness with shadows because that is what they are, indeed.

You need light to cause darkness.

Otherwise the whole ying-yang thing will be completely imbalanced and the world will take a dramatic turn for the worst or something like that.

Out of every color, it had to be grey, didn't it?

Makes sense. Her life, no matter how interesting she tried to make it, was just one big paint glob of grey matter sliding ungracefully down the canvas. Even her ninja suit had made it a point to rub it in her face.

Maybe it won't be so bad once this journey—Sensei Wu's words—had ended. If I'm a kunoichi, then I am good. I serve for light even if my element is literally the opposite of it. Seems legit.

Who was she kidding?

She was a walking contradiction. She was a ticking bomb waiting for the epitome of her existence to just go off and obliterate everything in her path. Guess she's just going to half to deal with it like everything else in her life. The destruction of her world was bound to happen anytime from now.

Chelsea was the Ninja of Shadows.

It's pretty self-explanatory.

It was a bright, queer, evening. Even with it being five hours past midday, the sun had shined boldly in its place. The surroundings of the newly built, (a form of payment for saving the world), actually-on-the-ground, dojo were blossoming brightly, the sprinkle of fall's sugar sweetly touching the atmosphere. Brown, red, yellow, and specks of green decorated the trees and bushes as crimson flowers sat gently in their respective places. It was nice. The crisp breeze that blew over the peaceful land blanketed Ninjago with serenity. It was a truly beautiful day.

It had been one full month. In thirty-one days and thirty nights, Sensei Wu—she swore he was some kind of ancient magician—had turned her into someone her dreams couldn't even comprehend. A ninja. A butt-kicking, knife twirling, back-flipping, hot-shot ninja. Just before the beginning of April, Chelsea couldn't even do a proper cart wheel, she was in the worst shape possible, running for two minutes straight was just as possible as sprouting wings, and even the idea of wearing anything remotely close to a leotard was out of the question.

Those thirty-one days were pure hell.

But, now, she'd have a valid reason to actually enter through the gates of heaven.

Sensei Wu should really start some type of exercise/diet program. It'll make the charts, no doubt.

Today was the day she was to meet the other ninjas. It was kind of nerve-racking, but she wasn't too worried about it. Ever since she had stepped foot into the stationary dojo, she had always known she was to team up with the others. Chelsea was told they were out on a random goose-chase, Sensei Wu had planned, to give them enough time to properly train in peace. Multiple times, the young woman had mentally bowed down to the old man. Training in front of skill-full ninjas, that were national heroes, in the state she was in, would've been utterly embarrassing.

Although she had her doubts on his choice of the Ninja of Shadows, Sensei Wu had managed to pull through and come out victorious in creating another protector of this Earth.

Heavy stuff, but she could deal.

Out, in the front, on the balcony, the old man and young woman had stood, waiting for the arrival of the others. Due to the slight—barely—chilly air, Chelsea had decided to dress in a burgundy top, with sleeves cutting off just before her elbows, tucked into black skinny-jeans that started at her waist. Plain black flats were on her feet. Her ebony, curly, hair had been styled down, two front pieces clipped back. Sensei Wu stood in his usually attire beside her, sipping a cup of tea.

Her hand attentively rubbed her forearm, brown skin nipped. Dark brown, almost black, eyes stared ahead calmly. Chelsea was honestly getting a bit tired from standing out here. "When do you think they'll get here," she asked.

If Sensei Wu was going to fully answer that question, he would've said he hoped the ninja would've discovered their month long hunt for the Golden Geese was just a hoax. But that seemed unprofessional.

"Patience," he gently soothed.

Chelsea gave him a knowing glance. A tiny smile spread across her full lips. She'd give it to him. He was pretty good at walking around the truth. Instead of saying anything of it, the kunoichi simply nodded, and patiently waited for something to happen.

Luckily, for both Wu and Chelsea, the Bounty had appeared in sight.

With an ungraceful thud, the large ship had landed not too far away from the entrance. From the impact, rough air had hit the two and clouds of dust from the ground shied around them. In no time, out jumped ninjas. One by one, they lunged off the deck of the Bounty and landed, toe-first—seemed like Sensei taught that to all his students—on the ground. Red, blue, black, white, and green, started to walk towards the two, some of them in groups of two. A female with jet black hair lastly jumped out of the bounty holding a map and ran up, catching up to a man dressed in blue. Sensei Wu lifted his head, revealing his eyes and wholly gazing towards his students. A gentle, welcoming, smile gifted his lips as he observed their expressions.

They didn't look too happy.

Once the group of six had reached the two standing in front, Wu had decided to start off before any questions could be asked.

"I take it you have finished your quest?"

Kai, amber eyes agonizingly trying to hold back the scorching anger in his chest, crossed his arms. "Yeah," he said curtly, holding up a slip of paper, "it was really fun," sarcasm lacing his words.

He threw the paper forward, quite forcefully, and it floated gently to the ground. It read: 'I'm glad you can follow directions.'

Chelsea had to hold back a giggle.

Apparently, she should've held back the smile too because as soon as it spread across her face, the red ninja had casted a glare towards her. Chelsea narrowed her eyes back at him for a split second in total habit. She prayed he hadn't seen that, blinking twice trying to recoup. Averting her eyes to the floor, she resisted biting her lip. If she set this guy off, it was bound to be awkward sooner or later. From what Sensei had told her before, she'd have to be living with him. She couldn't already make one enemy.

Before Kai could say anything more, the black ninja, Cole, stepped up, green eyes open with confusion. "Sensei, what was the purpose of that? There must've been some reason behind it if you had to send us away for an entire month."

"Do you know what I could've done with Nya in an entire month!?" Jay piped up, throwing his hands, comically, in the air.

"I can just imagine," Lloyd muttered a bit too loudly earning him a slap on the back of his head. The 15-year-old yelped and rubbed his head in slight pain.

"People your age shouldn't have such dirty thoughts," Nya scolded.

"Sensei, who is this?" Zane asked, gesturing towards the woman next to the teacher.

Sensei Wu's smile grew. "Ah, yes, finally I have an answer that will answer all questions," he said. Straightening his back, the old man firmly gripped his staff, the tea he once had mysteriously gone. The bamboo stick leaned towards the kunoichi. "This, here, is the new addition to your team," he announced.

Immediately, eyes widened. Wide eyes and some open mouths were sent Chelsea's way. They looked at the dark-skinned woman who stood straight, hands behind her back. A light smile graced her expression as her almond shaped eyes smiled along with her lips.

"You mean she's a ninja, uncle?" Lloyd asked, clear astonishment in his voice.

"Yes, indeed, my boy." Wu turned to the woman who held the attention and nodded his head. "Introduce yourself, my dear."

Taking in one calm breath in, Chelsea did as she was told. Bravely looking into each set of eyes, she said just as Wu had told her say previously, "I'm Chelsea Millard and I am the Grey Ninja, Master of Shadows," she bowed, "It is an honor to stand before you and I hope I will be of use." Just to get her mind off her trembling fingers, she smiled brightly, pearly white teeth glistening in the sunlight.

After the ninja's introduction, it had gone quiet. The surrounding air felt a bit tense. There was definitely shock and confusion somewhere in there. Chelsea stood tall even though her stomach was twisting in knots. Silence screamed in her ears, deafening her but she still kept her head up. She always knew she wouldn't be accepted. By now, someone would've said something if she were. Her element was kind of dark, maybe that's why they're looking at her like that. Maybe she didn't look like the fighting type. She really had hoped they weren't too prejudiced towards her. Dark brown eyes darted over to Wu who just looked at his students with expectant gazes, confidence surrounding him.

No one was moving.

No was saying anything.

Nope. I should've known they wouldn't accept me. There aren't really a lot of people that look like me that are freaking ninjas-

"Finally! There's another girl around here," the girl with jet black hair exclaimed happily. She pushed her way up to Chelsea who looked at her with surprise. "I'm Nya!" she happily said, taking Chelsea's hand and shaking it. The Grey Ninja felt a smile of relief fill her face as she looked into welcoming verdant irises.

"Nice to meet you Nya!" she breathlessly laughed. Nya was shorter by many inches but had a lean built. Her pale skin contrasted beautifully with her dark short hair and vibrant green eyes and full pink lips. She was a beautiful woman.

"You wouldn't believe what it's like to be surrounded by boys 24/7," she groaned dramatically for effect, "It's a nightmare."

Jay stepped beside her, giving Nya a comically pointed look. "I believe the term you're looking for is men." He smirked as the samurai rolled her eyes. Pointing to Lloyd he said, "That kid over there is a boy."

"Hey!"

Chelsea shook her head, chuckling at the small banter. Jay, a boy with red hair, pale skin, and blue eyes charmingly smiled back, sticking out his hand. She took it and they both shook their hands pleasantly. "The name's Jay Walker. I invent, draw, dabble in a bit of poetry, and kick major buttock," he said proudly.

"All around type of guy, huh?" Chelsea raised a brow.

"Yeah right. The last time he drew something I couldn't tell whether or not it was a rose or a donkey," Nya snorted.

Jay's face turned red, his eyes widening in disbelief and embarrassment. He said her name in a whining tone and Nya only gave him a knowing smile and muttered, "Oh, you know I love you." Chelsea instantly knew that these two were a couple, or at least were heading towards that way.

She shipped it.

"Why don't we all go inside so we can all properly introduce ourselves to our new guest, yes?" Sensei Wu suggested, turning on his heel and walking inside the dojo. Without any objections, the group followed him in.

Lloyd

The building where the art of judo was practiced was quite a big place. There were two main rooms for training. Having a flat hardwood surface, no one would've ever guessed that underneath were obstacles ready for use. Shelves decorated the tall walls, and they were filled with many weapons of all kinds, the gleam from the shiny metal were robust from care. Right next to the two rooms was a fairly average sized kitchen, in the back, a living room, and down the hall from there, bedrooms.

The structure of the new building was much like the previous one before it burned down. It was kind of a combination of the bounty and the old dojo. To put it simply, it was a house with a training area attached to it. Grateful for what the civilians had done, the ninja had made it a priority to keep this place in good health and mainly use it when there wasn't a valid reason to travel aboard the flying ship.

Down in the living room, the group had made themselves comfortable, some sitting on the couch as others stood. It was a comfortable air. People talked with whom they wanted. After everyone had fully met the new guest, the group broke off into tiny groups. Some stayed around Chelsea to get to know her a bit more whiles the others did what they pleased.

Lloyd had taken a particular interest in the newcomer. He didn't really know what drew him to her, but she just seemed, to put it simply, cool. The blonde teen had take this chance to learn more about her. Chelsea was really tall for a girl. She was as tall as Kai and just three inches from Cole's height; four from Zane. She had slight British accent. At age nineteen, she had already obtained her associates degree, (which he guesses was good), and was working for her bachelor's degree in psychology. But, of course, that had to stop for obvious reasons and when the young boy had asked why she decided to become a ninja so suddenly, her answer made him all the more amazed.

It was simply because she wanted to become educated in the way of life by experience rather than from the credentials of a text book.

"Knowing the Pythagorean Theorem won't really teach you how to live a genuinely happy life," she said with a shrug. "Unless you're into that kind of stuff."

Her personality wasn't something you could describe with one word. She wasn't exactly shy, but she could be at times. For the most part, she was outgoing, but not to an extreme extent. Lloyd had observed that the older woman was more laid back, but not to the point where she was nonchalant about important things. When provoked though, she was a talker and got excited about certain topics, never taking a moment to hesitate on her thoughts. Her voice was deep but feminine. With many laughs, he also noticed Chelsea had a habit of making funny faces when she was stumped, disagreed with something, or thought of something that didn't make sense to her. She was sarcastic and liked the color purple a lot. She couldn't tell a joke without laughing for five minutes first, had a bit of an obsession with hedgehogs and was a very strong feminist.

He had learned all of that in a matter of ten minutes.

"I've never liked science," Chelsea proclaimed, shaking her head firmly.

Cole looked at her with raised brows with his hands on his knees as his legs were crossed, Indian style. Zane, sat across from him, his legs crossed the same way, hands politely in his lap. Chelsea, Lloyd, Zane, and Cole sat in a circle.

"But don't you need to take a lot of classes dealing with science for a psychology major?" the Black Ninja asked.

She threw her hands up, a look of comical irritation on her face. "Someone could've told me that." Cole and Lloyd laughed shortly while Zane's light sapphire irises shined with question.

"What do you have against science?" he asked politely.

"Well, this is a long story, not really, but in seventh grade, worst year ever, I had this teacher named Mrs. Dublin. I swear she hated me the first day she laid eyes on me. My confidence went from up here," she raised her hand high above her head, "to down, so low, I can't even see it anymore. She completely ruined science for me," she said, blatantly.

"She sounds like my fifth grade teacher," Lloyd shuddered.

One side of her lips pulled up in a half smile as a little laugh left her mouth. She shook her head. "But, I will admit, I liked school a lot. I like being able to learn material while observing how different people take it in. Everyone is taught the same material the same way, in the same class, but it's not all perceived the same way. I don't know, I think it's pretty cool to see that. Also, hearing about all the drama and how people deal with it was probably what made me wake up at seven in the morning every day. It was funny. Don't tell anyone I said that."

"Did you do anything outside of school?" asked Cole.

"Besides eating and sleeping, I did dance, played piano, and took, like two, archery lessons," she answered.

Instantly, Cole perked up, his eyes widening slightly in wonder. He smiled as he asked, "What type of dance?"

"Everything but tap and lyrical," she answered, "I hope you don't think I'm still good because I haven't danced in about five years. Gained twenty extra pounds of pure fat and lost it all because of Sensei Wu. When the guy says no sugar, he really means it, geez," she snorted.

"No sugar? What'd you eat for an entire month!" Lloyd exclaimed.

"Almost ate my own hands," Chelsea said seriously before her bottom lip quivered and she was forced to let a dumb chuckle through.

"You said you played piano?" Zane continued.

For however long, the group talked on about whatever came to their minds. It wasn't too soon until the outside world was dark, and the sun's top was barely above the mountains. Wu had announced it was time for dinner. Jay had gotten up and grudgingly walked into the kitchen. It was his turn to cook dinner. Once he had disappeared through the doors, Nya had stood up and said she was going to help him. She also disappeared into the doors.

While they waited, Wu had suggested that someone give Chelsea a proper tour of the house/dojo and everywhere around it considering she didn't really get to see anything because she was in constant training. Zane had offered and the two had went on their way. When they were out of earshot, Wu began conversation.

"What do you think of your new teammate?" he said, sipping tea.

Lloyd was the first to answer and he did it with genuine meaning. "I like her!"

"She's really down to earth," Cole added.

"Hey, she's not too girly so she's cool with me," Kai said.

Nodding his head, Sensei Wu took note of the optimistic compliments. "Excellent. Then I have no doubts she will fit right in. I have trained her as much as I could, privately. It is now up to time and experience to guide her on her journey. I hope that you will help her in advancing, and reaching her full potential?"

Bowing, the three ninja said with synchronicity, "Yes, sensei."

Cole

It was bright, the next morning. The light and airy scent of the morning filled his nostrils as the black ninja tiredly put on a pair of pants. A light breeze hit him through the open window. Cole, who had finished getting ready, sighing tiredly, rubbing his eyes once more before heading out the room. He had already woken up Kai, Jay, and Lloyd. Zane had been up already and went to wake up Nya. As he heard Kai walk off, grumbling about how it was too early to make breakfast, he went off to wake up Chelsea.

Once he had gotten to her door, he knocked lightly, calling out, "Chelsea?" He waited patiently for a response. "Chelsea, it's time to get up." When he didn't receive so much as a snore, Cole opened the door, praying he wouldn't get chewed out for unexpectedly coming in. His green eyes ran over the small room, finding the bed neat and clean with appliances scattered on the desk across it. He hummed in question. She wasn't here. Without another word, he closed the door and left to the dining room, looking to see if she was there already.

The Black Ninja had arrived to the table to see it set with breakfast already. Lloyd and Sensei Wu sat in their respective places waiting quietly for the rest. The blonde's head was on the table, eyes soaked with sleep. His uncle tapped his head with his staff and Lloyd sat straight up, looking around with wide eyes. Once he realized nothing was attacking, his eyes drooped and he put his chin in his hand, with a sigh.

Cole raised a dark brow in inquiry. Had Kai cooked all this already? There were eggs, toast, sausage, and fruits. Shrugging—too tired to think about it much—the team leader sat in his place. Soon enough, Jay, Nya, and Kai had taken a seat. Cole looked around for the last member but couldn't find her.

"Hey, Kai, how'd you cook all this so fast?" he asked.

The fiery ninja scratched his head before digging into his plate of eggs. "Chelsea was up before me and I guess she cooked. She thought it was her turn to cook so we agreed that I'll just cook tomorrow," he replied.

Speaking of her, Chelsea came out of the kitchen, curly hair in a messy bun. She hurriedly walked to her spot next to Nya and Lloyd. After greeting the group, she ate her own plate and indulged in a conversation with Nya. The two were getting along fairly well in such a short time. It was probably because they could relate to one another.

After breakfast, it was time for training. Today, Chelsea would have to demonstrate what she knew so far while the other ninja would critique her, providing helpful observations on what she could improve on. It was an evaluation they had to go through sometimes.

In comfortable pants and a t-shirt, the young woman had prepared to take action on the obstacle course. Chelsea bent her legs and then lunged forward. Cole watched as she jumped high in air, gracefully dodging each flat board of wood that came her way. She soon landed on her feet, and ran forward, kicking and punching her way through the course. He noticed she was very light on her feet, always on the balls of them. Out of habit, his body subtly jerked forward as the back of her leg was hit by a wooden stick. Chelsea winced but moved on. She was a very graceful fighter. Her feet were almost always pointed when she was in the air. Even if she hadn't danced for five years, it was easy for the Earth Ninja to recognize she was a dancer. Most times she was in the air, there was always some type of flip and she almost looked as if she was gliding. Her body moved like smoke, silently and lightly. With a slick back bend kick-over, Chelsea finished the course, panting.

Turning her slightly sweaty body towards their teacher, Chelsea bowed respectfully. Cole's verdant eyes looked to sensei who nodded in recognition at her. Chelsea then turned her body to the five other ninja, waiting for their critiques. Catching her eyes, Cole gave her a small smile of support, silently telling her that she did a good job.

"Students?" Wu lead on.

First to give their say was Zane. "You need to be mindful of your surroundings. It seems that all your focus is on what is ahead. There needs to be some awareness of your environment in case an enemy attacks unexpectedly. Overall though, you have fantastic balance and agility," the White Ninja commented with a charismatic smile.

"Thank you," Chelsea replied with a smile of her own. If Zane wasn't such a gentleman, Cole thought it would've been impossible to say that without sounding rude.

Next was Jay. "Yeah, you have really good flexibility. Use that to your advantage. I see that you dodge more than you hit, so try and combined your speed and flexibility to confuse your opponent so attacking will catch them off guard. Good job though," the Blue Ninja gave a thumbs up.

Chelsea gave a short chuckle and nodded, muttering her gratitude.

Kai crossed his arms in a thoughtful way. "When you go in and attack, don't be afraid to hit with full force. Your opponent is bound to attack with no restraints, so you shouldn't either. I would say using your legs would benefit you more than your arms. From how high you jump, you'll deliver a stronger blow with your legs."

She nodded gratefully.

Skipping over Lloyd, because he was also still training at a lower level, it was Cole's turn. He found coffee colored eyes gazing at him expectantly and open to any kind of critique he had. The Black Ninja scratched the tan skin on his forearm. "The thing that stuck out to me the most was that you're always on the balls of your feet. Although that is good for quick movement, when you're going in on an attack, having your feet flat on the ground helps with the deliverance power. Staying grounded will definitely help you in also directing the attack. Other than that, you did a great job. I'm impressed," he said and it was true. Not that he was saying anything bad, but he was expecting the new ninja to have fumbled quite a bit. She was a beginner, only having been in training for a month. She must be a quick learner.

"Thank you," Chelsea said. A small breath of relief fell past her lips. "Jeez, I was terrified for nothing. You guys are way nicer than you look," she sighed. When she realized what she just said, she covered her mouth. "I didn't mean to say that," she muttered quickly, bashfully smiling.

Cole heard the others give a little chuckle, as did he. It had been less than twenty-four hours and he was already noticing this woman's filter was disappearing by the second. Standing up straight as sensei moved forward, Cole couldn't help but find his eyes lingering on the new comer. He had to admit, she was very pretty. Her skin, a color he could only compare to chocolate, was flawless and her jet black hair and thick shaped brows framed her face beautifully. She had a button nose and full dark lips. Cole decided that her eyes were the things that caught the most attention. Uniquely almond shaped, they always seemed to be smiling. They were very beautiful.

"Excellent. Now comes your suit. Ninja-GO!" Sensei Wu shouted and he was suddenly a tornado of gold and silver. He spun past Chelsea and she yelped in surprise. Wu stopped spinning abruptly, sparks fading into the dust behind him. When the dark-skinned woman had stopped spinning herself, she looked down at her kunoichi suit with disbelief.

Cole would be lying if he said his eyes didn't get big.

He would be a dirty liar.

Chelsea was now dressed in a light grey body suit, leaving her thighs exposed. From the top of her breast, down, was the cloth material, a white strap wrapped around her mid-section. Covering the top of her back, chest and her arms, attached to wear the heavier material ended, white lace covered her skin. The rough material ended at her wrists, thicker swirls of white sprouting from the ends. At the very top of the main suit was gentle, wind-motion, designs colored white. Grey boots, which ended right under knees, covered her feet. White strips were at the top of the boot. Her hair had changed too. It was wavy. It wasn't up anymore. Instead, it lied around her shoulders, big and shiny. It was like a mane. A white head band, made out of some type of metal, sat on her head.

"Get a load of that," Kai whispered to the gaping ninja.

Cole felt his face heat up when Jay pushed his chin up, closing his mouth.

"Y-you want me to fight in this? Are sure this isn't some Victoria Secret fashion show!?" Chelsea exclaimed, obviously embarrassed. Her wide eyes looked over to the group of ninja. She saw they were staring and she made an embarrassed sound wrapping her arms around herself. The ninja only blinked.

Sensei Wu completely ignored her comments. He held out an archery set. It was a metal bow and arrows with a color scheme of black and shiny silver. "These will be your weapons. I trust you know how to use them?"

Nodding silently, lips in a weary line, Chelsea took a hold of the weapons. She squeezed her legs together, feeling the weight of the other ninjas' eyes on her. Cole could've sworn he saw her cheeks lighten, but he couldn't be sure. He was too distracted.

"It'll take some time, but I-I think I'll get the hang of it," she stuttered.

"Good," Wu nodded. "Now, I want all of you to continue to train with Chelsea. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sensei," they replied, bowing.

Without another word, the old man left leaving unbearable tension in the air. Looking back at Chelsea, the Ninja of Earth saw her eye twitch as her fingers trembled. She looked down at the bow and arrows in her hands before sighing dully and wrapping the container of arrows around her shoulders. It must've taken a lot to look them in the eye, but she did.

"Uh," she cleared her throat, "L-let's start, I guess."

It took a second before the five actually moved from their spots. Cole had to force himself to look to the ground as her back turned towards him. Don't look. That's not polite. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. He saw Zane elbow Kai in the ribs after whispering, "Look at that butt," in his ear. The Black Ninja glared at the fiery man.

"I guess we'll start on my aim," Chelsea sighed.

A/N: Cue the groans.

Yeah, the OC right now is making me cringe because of how Mary-Sue she's looking so far, but I promise you, it'll change. I need to set the story up so I can end it with a successful bang! In truth, I've been planning out this story for the last month and I've got the main plot down more so than any of my other stories. I actually have other chapters already written (of course they may change) for the future because I had it in my head and my finger were just itching to type. Truth be told, everything I've written in the past has been on the spot that's why they're so bad XD! But, that's the beauty of writing unprofessionally. You can write the worst story ever and there will still be people who love it just because you tried. And you'll only get better from there so...

On a side note, I cant wait till Chelsea's outfit backfires on her. That ninja suit isn't very...ninja-material. It's very dangerous and leaves her open.

Awesome.

I probably seem so sick right now, but whatever!

I'm hoping you guys will stick through this with me! Hope you enjoyed it so far!

Thank you.