Author: Mikey's Kunoichi
Rating: K+
When I went to bed, I was normal. Well, as normal as a 20 something year old woman who runs a crime syndicate and practices ninjutsu can be. But I was as healthy as a horse. No physical disabilities, no mental incapability.
My sleep was fitful. I kept getting up every 5 or so minutes and pacing the length of my quarters. I lay down eventually, staring at the canopy of my bed for minutes on end. I drank a glass of warm milk. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply and slowly. I grabbed my silk pillow and fluffed it until it felt like a giant marshmallow. But sleep still evaded my grasp.
I ordered the servants in, and had them remake the black silk sheets. That didn't work, with my tossing and turning, the bed was messed up again. A masseuse came and massaged my shoulders. I sent him away in disgust. Finally, I gave in. I took a sleeping pill. Within half an hour, I was asleep, heavier than my normal slumber.
I dreamed a strange dream. A man was fighting the turtles. He was Asian, with emerald green eyes and black chin length hair; he was dressed in the traditional outfit of a foot clan leader. Then I saw him again, walking with my father up to my father's library; this time he wore a tuxedo. I saw the man again, this time as a young teenager. He wore swear soaked clothes, and was practicing a kata with my father. They were performing it slowly at first, then they moved quicker till each kata bleed into another. I saw the man, a mere child, huddled against the cold and rain. I saw my father, look in. The boy met his eyes defiantly, and my father took him in. My dream ended there, and I awoke.
My body felt…larger. I felt like I was heavier. But I ignored it. I dressed in my morning training outfit. But it was tight. I looked towards the mirrors that lined the entire wall. What met my eyes was by far the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed. My voice was deep and husky from sleep. At my outburst, some one knocked on the door to my chambers.
"Mistress Karai, Are you alright?" my most trusted man asked, seemingly ready to break down the door if I didn't answer.
"Um…Yes. I am fine." I said, looking down quickly. No, No, No I am not alright was what I actually wanted to say.
"Very well, Mistress Karai." He said, his voice moving away from the door. They were going to have to stop calling me Mistress now.
Because I am a male.
So you like? Sorry for the length. I couldn't think of any thing else. This was taken off the thread 'What If' at Stealthy Stories.
There, you satisfied MH? I shot the bunny!
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