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Chapter II: New Home, New Changes.

Karai's point of view

I know it shouldn't be such a big deal to leave home for a few weeks, but I couldn't help but feel like I was leaving my home forever when I organized and collected my clothes, tech and whatnot. When I had gathered all the things I would probably need, I managed to squeeze it into a black suitcase which was nearly impossible at first. I had to sit on it and jump on my butt a few times in order for the zipper to get all around the suitcase. And that was after the occasional times when I accidentally fell down from it and landed on the floor. Hey; if you can't act like a spaz in your own room then when can you?

The next day was in a hurry. I had to wake up earlier than usual, even though I wasn't even going to school. The staff members were going back and forth, appearing and disappearing all sorts of places, telling me to hurry up breakfast and get in my clothes. Gee, I knew I'd asked to go on vacation, but I didn't know they wanted me to regret it later on. I also saw a bunch of Foot ninjas walking around and I got a hold of the kitchen chef, who was ordering his men to clean up after breakfast.

"They're going with Father too?"

He nodded. It's going to be one crowded jet...

"Your father is very strong, but even he needs protection. He has powerful enemies who will use every opportunity to dispose of him, Karai-san. Don't forget that."

I frowned. "Of course not. Farewell, Masahiko-san."

He waved at me on my way out of the house, with my grip tightening around the handle of my heavy suitcase. Then it was swept out of my hands by a ninja who effortlessly brought it to our jet in the backyard.

Showoff.

I walked on my way to the jet that was awaiting me, it's engines causing the wind to play with my hair wildly. I cautiously stepped inside, seeing my Father making himself comfortable in the leather furniture and gesturing me to sit next to him. I did as so, my eyes glued to the windows where I saw the vehicle slowly rise from the ground. I briefly heard my Father saying: "For your sake, Karai, I will not let that man live. I do not hope that you think taking to New York is for my own selfish reasons."

I turned to look at him slowly. "Of course not, Father." My eyes were half-lidded and I felt something heavy in my chest. "Hamato Yoshi is...a terrible person. I hope you find him."

Father reached out to gently squeeze my hand. "Good."

I plugged my headphones into my ears and started to listen to my music from my Ipod. I felt uneasy whenever he spoke of my past...our tragic past...I gave a small shudder. I didn't want any further conversations about this. Hopefully, we could just get this over with and move on with our lives. Eventually it became too boring to look from the window and I rested my head on my palm. Everything became blurry and my eyelids felt heavy. With music still jamming in my ears, I somehow still managed to fall deep asleep.


When I woke up, it was because of the unmistakable noise the engines were making when it landed. I hadn't braced myself for the landing, so it jerked me forward so that the safety-belt was nearly choking me. Had to be the worst way to wake up. Ever.

"It is about time you decided to wake up, Karai. We have arrived," Father said when the jet was starting to slow down, and the wild shaking starting to fade. I sighed in relief and soon after the door was opened and we walked down the stairs that had been connected to it. Or rather; I wobbled on shaking and numb legs. How graceful.

"So...this is where we're going to live..?" I said while rubbing my tired eyes and trying to stifle down a yawn. I glanced onto a building that wasn't bigger than our house in Japan, but it still signalizing power in some way. It's appearance reminded me of Father's office with the cold steel wrapping everything up in a dark way. The ninjas brought our luggage into our new home and I instantly wanted to find the best room which I could claim my own. The next two hours were spent with accommodation and I had to admit that so far it wasn't bad living in New York. I was bouncing onto my new bed when I felt like studying this town a little. So I immediately went to ask Father who was talking in cell phone with someone.

"Father, I'm just going out for a few, okay?"

He held up a hand that said to wait, but I crossed my arms with a raised brow. I took that as a yes. I wasn't going to be out for long, so I dashed outside in my Chinese outfit and hoped that I wouldn't get lost already. My immediate reaction was that Americans looked so different than Japanese people. Children were playing outside with each other, lots of cars were driving by and when a couple of strangers gazed at me, I could feel their burning glares at my neck. I glared them back again with narrowed eyes, so that they quickly looked away.

What; it's not everyday they see a Japanese teenage girl?

I soon approached the town where the noise really kicked in. All the rumors weren't lying. There were so many people that I was sure to get lost. While walking around and gazing at the different stores, I suddenly saw one that caught my eye. It was just a small hair-salon, but it made me think: I was in a new country; wouldn't it be the perfect opportunity to get a new change as well? My fingertips came to rest on my dark hair. My Father wouldn't be pleased, but at the moment...I couldn't care less.

With a small smirk tugging my lips, I casually walked inside the salon.


Luckily, I managed to find my way back which took half an hour. As I stepped inside the house, everyones gazes went onto me. I felt myself smirk once again; they probably hadn't expected me to pull this one. I purposely went into Father's new office and he looked astonished to see me. Or rather what was on my head now.

Heck yeah.

"Karai," Father began. "What have you done to your hair?"

I couldn't help but grin. My previous shoulder-length hair was cut much shorter. The roots behind my head was dyed blond and my bangs that usually blocked my eyes were removed too. I gently touched my head, pretending to think his question through.

"Oh, this?" I said innocently. "I decided that I needed a hair-cut. Why? Don't you think it suits me?"

There was a moment of silence where we didn't say anything. Then Father said. "I do not see a problem with you cutting your hair, but you could have informed me beforehand."

I frowned. He wasn't mad? Well, I guess this is my lucky week. I could try to do whatever bad thing I could think of and he didn't go berserk. You would've thought otherwise with my Father.

"Was there anything else you wanted, Karai?"

I crossed my arms, irritated but decided to hide it. I really didn't want to pout, right then and there. Partly because I was too old, and partly because I wouldn't give Father that satisfaction. "Nope."


Weeeeeeeeeell, I hope I did good this time :3 I know I'm not that descriptive, but I was born that way! XP