Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. Not gonna torture myself anymore by wishful thinking.
And yes, another story. Deal with it. xD I have way too many ideas in this small brain that my mind is constantly on overload. This story shouldn't be too awfully long, therefor, it won't take an awfully long time to update and complete. =D
So, without further interruption, please enjoy! 3
It hurts.
Looking around at the battlefield…at all this death and pain…the young women couldn't help but wonder…was this really what they wanted? Yes, it may be over and they may have won, but…it didn't feel right…not here, not alone. They were fools, she realized. She knew that now, but she didn't know that then. It was all a grand plan…by him. It had no flaws…they had made sure there were no flaws! But…then how had it turned out like this? They should have known. It was too easy. Way too easy! She was too willing! She had been too easy to convince! They should have known! She was the Shredder's daughter after all, she had always been. He had raised her, he had been there when she felt unsafe, and he had protected and nurtured her.
"I guess…in the end…we were wrong." Her eyes suddenly narrowed. She was going to pay. That bitch had taken everything from her! She had taken her boyfriend. She had taken her brothers and father, adopted or not, she didn't give a shit. That witch had taken her whole family! And she'd be damned if that goddamn asshole got away with this. Turning her back to the gruesome sight, that included not only her enemies, but her family's bodiesas well, she marched towards her brothers' unground not-so-secret-anymore lair. Their faces flashed before her eyes.
Those baby blue eyes sparkling with laughter and mischief, that smartass smirk accompanied by those striking unusual golden orbs promising misfortune, the deeply focused expression as the screwdriver moving in that experienced and talented three fingered grip, and those polished, gleaming blades that where favored by their kind but dangerously skilled wielder as he and his twin katanas all but danced around the dojo together in perfect harmony. Those deep loving and caring brown eyes and gentle touch that never failed to bring refuge and comfort after a hard day, the dark soft fur sprinkled with the faintest lingering smell of incense that provided a warm soothing embrace should the day get too hard.
Tears materialized in her green eyes as her long red hair was twirled and twisted around her figure by the wind, undone from its usual perfect bun. Twin trails of moisture slipped down her cheeks and her fists and teeth clenched hard as she made herself the promise.
Karai was going to pay.
So short, I know, but this is just the prologue. Stay tuned for the first official chapter!