The Enemy

Rated R – For violence and swearing.

Author's Note: this story is a rewrite of my original ' The Enemy' Story. For the most part it won't be changed but I wanted to add more depth to the conflict my OC goes through. Possibly a few other changes as well.

This story is loosely based off of another story of mine called Bond of Friendship. During the writing of Bond I had the leader of the Foot, Yukio Sekoria who, became leader after Shredder's death, learn of Mike's daughter, Ramiela's existence.

Yukio plots to capture the almost seven year old and train her so he can pit turtle against turtle.

It never happened in Bond of Friendship, it wasn't the way that story was meant to be written.

My muses kept saying what if…

What if he had caught Rama and turned her against her family…

What if indeed.

This then is my answer. It is, by my writing, a dark fic but it doesn't really happen in the Rama universe.

My thanks and appreciation, still go out to Danceingfae and Shade for reading and previewing a few of the original chapters to confirm it might be a good story for

Disclaimer: I deny any ownership of any adult or adolescent transformed shadow warrior chelonians.

Prologue – Missing.

Michaelangelo:

I often had to wonder exactly what had happened to my little girl, where could she possibly have disappeared to? Who or what had taken her from me, and so completely out of my life that there was just no sign of her to be found.

She had been just a few weeks shy of her seventh birthday when she vanished leaving no trace of where she had gone to.

I mean the last I heard or saw of her she was going out for a walk in the sewers before dinner, and after her day of classes with Don. She slipped out the door and never returned.

At first my brothers and I searched the sewers, splitting up checking all the hazards that lay in our subterranean home. We scoured every known enemy camp and training base within New York City.

When that didn't pan out we broke into every research facility, both known and unknown in the city. We never messed with any of the research we saw though some of it wasn't pretty to see or think of. We were just looking for Rama but we found no sign of her in any of these buildings.

I was both grateful she wasn't there, in one of those terrible places but I was almost hopeful that she would be there, for if she had been we would still have her home, at least, we would have found her.

Don hacked into computers all over the place, spending hours on the internet trying to track her down, checking any lead no matter how small or hopeless it might seem.

Raph meanwhile he track down and beat up on different hoods from gangs and the like, the sort of people who often had their ear to the ground, and could tell you things like black markets and where you could get anything for a price.

It was all to no avail, no one had heard or seen any sign of Rama.

I didn't understand it, but I did become quite literally mind you, obsessed with searching for her, often I would forego sleep, practice and any other necessities of life in my desperate bid to find some clue to my daughter's disappearance.

I admit I ran myself ragged and became almost as irritable as Raph on his worst days, I was easily frustrated at the numerous dead ends I found myself in.

Days dragged on, turned into weeks that became months and slowly turned into pain filled, agonizing years of loss and doubt. The holidays were always the hardest to face.

The worst day of the year though had to be April fifteenth Rama's birthday. Sure I often thought about her, but never more then on that day. I would recall what she looked like, her cheerful nature, the way she laughed and joked, her voice singing merrily any number of songs she had memorized. She was full of mischief and jokes a lively bundle of activity and energy.

I would recall all that and more on April fifteenth, then I would think how I had another year without her and wonder, how she might have changed, what I had missed in her growing process, wonder if she missed us?

In the end her birthday always seemed to bring home how I had lost her and that I was probably doomed to face another year without her.

But time stands still for no one and after all these years my brothers believed that Rama had to be dead, after all if she had been alive we would have found something somewhere to justify that belief.

We were trained ninja and very few could clear all evidence, of something, or keep the truth hidden for so long against those who were trained to the art of ninjitsu. So my brothers reasoned that she surely had to be dead by now.

' Too much time has passed Mike. We would know something if there was any hope of her being alive." Leo had reasoned with me.

I didn't want to hear it though. I figured if Rama was dead I would know it, in the depths of my heart. I wanted, perhaps I needed, to believe she was still alive and well. Perhaps one day we would see each other again and she would remember me as I remember her with every passing day.

Sure by now she would be sixteen years old, which meant she had been gone nine years but I don't think she could forget me. Not entirely, perhaps something had happened and she had gotten amnesia, or something similar, and only needed something familiar to open the gate to the past. It was what I hoped for, I would die happily if I only got the chance to see her one more time and know that she was well, happy and most importantly alive.

My brothers had moved on with their lives Leo and his wife Karena had one more boy and she was pregnant again.

Don had a wife of his own they had three children two girls and a boy.

Raph had his wife Sara with three children two boys and one girl, their daughter was the youngest. Raph had asked me on the night she was born ' If I would mind, so much, if they named her Ramiela.'

I had winced " No Raph, I know you want to honour her memory bro, but it is hard enough just thinking about her with out having to hear that name spoken again." I pleaded with my brother, " Besides this little girl is her own self, not a copy of Rama but if she has the name Rama well then…" I shrugged as I trailed off.

Raph rested his hand on my shoulder and whispered, " I understand Mike." So they ended up calling her Kai instead.

I loved my nieces and nephews dearly but my fear of what happened to Rama held me back from getting into another relationship.

I confess I lost some of my trademark humour and goofiness with that. It is so hard to laugh when all you want to do is cry, and you feel as if you have failed, as a father in every way possible.

I often dreamed of Rama trapped in some lab or godforsaken place of a hell hole where she was tortured and beaten. In my dreams I could hear her and see her but try as I might I couldn't reach her. I couldn't help her as I wanted to. Nine times out of ten I'd wake from those nightmares with my pillow wet from my tears as I cursed my inability to help the very one who needed me most.

Laughing just didn't come that easy any more.

I was a failure in so many ways but I hoped that there would be another chance to prove myself. I couldn't give up hope. I just had to believe or cling to something. So I hoped that she was alive because we never found her body, if we had perhaps then I could close the door on her and move on.

Sometimes believing she was alive was the only thing that kept me going. It was the only thing I could hold to or give me even just a moment or two of peace.

No matter how impossible it might be, I knew in my heart that Rama was alive. Otherwise I had nothing.

TBC