A.N: I guess I should be used to this, slow beginning for a new story. Ok, something I didn't write out in the intro that there will be some different types of languages in here. I'll write it out but the translation will appear next to it. For example:

"un trop grand nombre de chats" (One too many cats)

You got it? I'll give a reminder before every chap starts.

Also, I respond to reviews, so…..

Luminesyra: I hate when internet back stabs you. I know, I'm still struggling to come up with ideas of episodes for Season 3, but it will be up by April.

Beawolf's Pen: Exciting! It will be the end of me but yeah!

I don't own TMNT. The story starts a year before Season one, but will get right to the present soon.

(This means Translation)

CHAPTER: 1

A fifteen-year-old Japanese girl sat kneeled in the middle of a dojo, she wore a small red Kimono and black leggings. Her long black hair with the under part dyed a blond color was tied in a ponytail. Her hazel eyes looked down at the ground, waiting for the other person in the room to give the first order. A tall man, fully covered in a suite of metal armor, stood in front of the girl. He suddenly said, "Hajime!" (Begin)

The girl took out a sword that she had in a sheath next to her hip. She swiped towards his side but the man used his arm shield to block the attack. Next, instead of bringing it down, the young girl, let her sword slide up so that the tip came towards his face. The man tilted his head away from the sword. The man then used his other hand to push the girl away. She did step back a little and then turned her katana with one hand so that the hilt was facing up. With the hilt, she jumped and used it smack the armored man in the face. The man managed to grab the sword but it seemed like the girl expected it because when he grabbed it she was lifted off the ground and swung both feet up, kicking him in the face - er - mask.

The man let go of the sword and he stepped back a little dazed. The girl landed on her feet and had her sword in both hands, ready. After the man recovered and stood up straight again, he said, "Yamet!" The girl put her sword back in its hilt and kneeled. The man turned to walk out saying, "Yoku yatta, Karai." (Well done, Karai.)

"Tōsan arigatō," (Thank you, father.) The girl, Karai, replied.

"Anata wa kaiko sa remasu."(You are dismissed). As he walked out, Karai stood up and went up to the wall where there were a bunch of weapons hanging. She placed the Katana she was using back on the wall and picked up her favorite, a Tanto. Karai then walked out of the dojo room and walked down the halls of the third floor of their building in Tokyo.

Karai liked this time of the day. She had it all to herself. Being trained to be the best of a group of ninjas was tiresome sometimes. And being the best female ninja, a Kunoichi, she needed to be on her toes almost twenty-four seven. Ah Foot Clan... what a group, right?. Karai walked by a window that gave a view of a cityscape. She walked alongside it as she reminisced. Yes, the Foot Clan. A group of deadly ninjas as old as Japan itself. And with HQ being in Tokyo, having some little free time had its perks. At least sometimes.

On cue, Karia heard a familiar sound coming up from ahead. As she made her way passed another dojo room, she saw a few of young people walk out dressed in dark ninja clothing. The Trainees. Some laughing and some tired out. Soon the girls came out and they were chatting about something Karai couldn't hear. She looked at them as they walked past her, and smiled. The girls gave her a strange look and then just walked right past her. Karai didn't know what it was. That was a lie. She kind of did. She wasn't brought up to be like them, so she had no idea how to interact. Or was it because of who her father was to these ninjas? Whatever it may be, she couldn't' enjoy life in Tokyo since she had no one to share it with. Karai really tried not to care, she's taught to detach from people so she really shouldn't care about making friends. The price Karai pays to be the best was bittersweet.

The teacher of the trainees, a man white in complexion, came out from the room in his red suit with black metal armor. His helmet was off revealing his brown hair and beard. He looked down at Karai, being much smaller than him, and he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I am just passing, Chris," Karai said in the best American English she could. Ever since Chris Bradford had joined the clan, Karai had been interested in learning his language. Karai had always wanted to travel, but she was stuck here trying to be a great soldier. Karai never liked Bradford, but she was glad that he taught her some English.

"Yeah, well training is over so there is not much here to see," Bradford replied. "Shouldn't you be with Shredder?"

"I just finished training with him."

Then Karai heard sniffling from inside the room so she peeked in and saw a girl that didn't look much older than her sitting down with her knees to her chest. As a light in complexion like Bradford, she had short brown hair and she wore the normal Foot clan training suite. Karai noticed she had a bruise on her cheek and her bright green eyes were puffy red with tears.

"Who is she? I have never seen her before."

"She's been here for about a week. Her brother sent her for training, but looks like I'm going to have to tell Shredder that we might as well give up with her."

"Why must we tell Shredder? He has never meddled with the problems of other soldiers." Being the leader of the Foot Clan, he didn't have time for the lower ranks. Yes, her father was the boss. The man with armor for body and knives for hands was the Shredder. That's why Karai had it hard. Now you know.

"Well Fillien, the girl, is the daughter of some man who helped Shredder in a rut years ago. He got killed by some mob group in France, including his wife, just a few months ago. So their son sent his sister here to get some training on defending herself. It's Shredders way of repaying an old debt. Where is he anyway, I need to report."

"I don't know," Karai then looked at the girl who was rubbing her arm now. "But if you find him, don't say anything about this Fillien girl yet."

"Why?"

Karai took out her Tanto and placed it under Bradford's chin, "Just don't."

Chris put his hand up in surrender and stepped back. He gave Karai a mean look and then walked away to where the trainees went. Karai put her dagger away and walked into the room. The girl looked up and gasped. Karai stopped and said, "Sore wa watashi ga anata ni gai o ataeru tame ni koko ni inai yo, daijōbuda." (It's all right, I'm not here to harm you.) Fillien gave Karai a questionable look and then hunched her shoulders in confusion. Karai remembered something about the girl's father being in France, so she must be French. But Karai hardly knew French so she tried something else, "Do you speak English?" The girl held up her hand and made a so-so motion to symbolize she only knew a little.

"Oh, good." Karai sighed and she rubbed her neck, uncertain at what to say next. Then she sat down next to the girl, cross-legged.

The girl then asked her, "What is…your name?"

"Oh, um…I'm Karai."

"Fillien." The girl held out her hand for her to shake. Karai looked at it, not having been given a gesture like that in a while. But then, the to-be Kunoichi reached over and shook the girl's hand.

Karai decided to ask, "How old are you?"

Fillien started to count with her fingers and after a while, she said, "Sixteen."

"What?"

One Year Later

"What are you here for?" Kibishi, one of the trainer's for the Foot clan, said. He walked past a group of his fellow Foot Clanner's who sat cross-legged on the ground. They all wore the traditional Foot clan wear, black dry fit clothing with weapons of choice strung on to them, except for their masks which they would wear out on the field.

They all answered, "To learn the ways of the Foot."

"To do what?"

"To serve the Shredder."

"Why?"

"To strike fears into those who have wronged him and those who wrong the world."

A seventeen-year-old girl leaned over next to another girl, "You know what? I think Bradford put in a bad replacement while he is away in America."

"Shh." The girl told her, "Be quiet Fillien."

Kibishi continued, "All right, today's lesson will require agility and we will…." He faltered when the crowd of sitting ninjas started to snicker at what he said. "Keep laughing and I will personally bring you to the Shredder and-" It got really quiet when he mentioned the bosses name.

Someone raised their hand from the crowd on ninja's, "No offense, sir, but you aren't the best in that department." Some Ninja's began to snicker again.

Kibishi tried to control his temper but his voice showed a hint of anger, "Well, maybe you guys should have waited for me to finish because I was going to say I'm not teaching that part of the lesson today. I'll take half of you for core training, everyone else will go with Karai for the agility course."

The girl next Fillien stood up and walk around from the back to the front of the room. Karai stood leaning over one leg, hand one hand on her hip and said. "All right, you heard him. I'll take the left side today. Shredder's noticed you have been having difficulty with some of the high winds on the buildings. Shredder won't tolerate those types of excuses, so we're going to push you hard, like it or not. You joined the Foot, now you stick to your commitments. Supuritto." (Split up)

"Man." Someone said next to Fillien as everyone was getting up. "For someone whose name means severe, she lives to it. Not just in looks."

Karai, extremely severe, that was what her name meant. And she was. When she wanted to be, she could kill a man, five seconds flat. Thanks to her training from her father the Shredder, she has gone up in high rank in the Foot clan faster than anybody else. Not only is she the best fighter, but Karai is cunning and a great strategist, and that's the reason why the Shredder had made her a Kunoichi.

Another year of training made her strong, and another year had also changed her looks. She no longer only wore her kimono, she would usually go out in black dry-fit clothes with silver armor on her chest, arms, and legs. Karai usually would wear a mask that only covered her mouth, but she hardly ever did because it was hard for her to speak. Another thing that annoyed her a lot was her hair, so she decided to cut it short, very short. Karai kept the bottom part of her hair dyed blond and she let a few strands of black hair fall to the sides of her face. Her usual make was the same, red lipstick and heavy black eyeliner, but she added scar-like red make up across her eyes. She even added a few piercing to her ears. Change was now a custom for Karai, especially in the last year. Having been followed around by Fillien for that long, Karai had to get used to being asked questions, some that never made sense. Add to the fact that she had to be the one to get Fillien out of trouble when she ran into one, talk about doing multiple tasks.

If anything, Fillien was a girl who changed, in most ways. She had become better in her fighting thanks to Karai's help. She added a few streaks of green hair and it had gotten longer, she wore it in a ponytail most of the time. Fillien could manage herself alone in training that is if Kibishi was in a good mood that day. But Karai would have to get her out of a rut sometimes because even though Fillien had been in the Foot Clan for a year, she was still small for her age being seventeen and still shy when she felt she couldn't handle it herself. It shouldn't have come to Karai's surprise when she found out a week later after meeting her that Fillien was hyper. Fillien would get all perky about the littlest things like clothes and boys, the typical girl Karai wasn't. They couldn't have been more opposite.

Fillien was in Karai's group and they all went to the huge gym that was next to the dojo. A huge agility course was built with bars, springs, ropes, and hoops. Karai assigned everyone to a person to against each other in a course, and she paired Fillien up with a big muscular boy Erikku. They stood under the ropes that hung from the ceiling and waited for Karai to give the order. "Ready." She began. Erikku and Fillien bent their knees in a ready position.

Erikku whispered to Fillien, "Get ready to eat my dust, Frenchy."

"Set…." Karai continued.

"Don't worry," Fillien whispered back to him, "There is no dirt for you to tread on, and don't call me Frenchy."

Erikku's eyes widened when she said that and Karai yelled, "Go!" The bigger boy pushed Fillien to the ground and began to climb up his robe.

Fillien whined, "Hey, unfair!"

But Karai, being a trainer, said, "You got to be ready, Fillien, for anything."

"Right." Fillien quickly got up and began to climb up her rope. Like monkeys, Fillien and Erikku climbed the ropes, hoisting themselves up farther to the ceiling. Fillien caught up with Erikku half way up the robe. He attempted to make her fall by using his feet to kick her. She evaded a few attacks but at one point she got hit in the ribs. Fillien winced and she stopped trying to climb up, trying to rest her side. She took deep breaths while still managing to cling on to the rope.

Karai, who stood at the bottom, watched intently as Fillien staid hanging in the same spot, trying to get herself together after getting kicked. "Come on, Fill, come on." She whispered to herself.

One of the soldiers next to her scuffed and said, "Frenchy is sure to lose this one."

Karai deadpanned and looked at him, giving him a glare. "I am the trainer, I call the shots."

As the Kunoichi looked back up again, she heard the whispering continue, "She's only saying that cause her Fillien is her friend." That's when she decided to ignore the conversation and she continued to watch the race progressing above her

Fillien finally started climbing again and catches up with Erikku only meters away from the top. He attempted to kick her again but this time, Fillien swung back and let momentum take her forward and when it did, she jumped off. She grabbed on to Erikku from the back and with her feet, climbed over him. "Nani-" He began to say in Japanese. But once he figured out what was happening it was too late. Fillien put a foot over his face and used it as leverage to jump off, back to her rope. As Erikku rubbed his neck where he felt it crack, Fillien grabbed hold of her rope and looked up. She was only inches away from where a bell that hung from the ceiling was to ring it and signaled she won. She reached her hand out and just as she was about to ring it, she felt strong arms pull her from her feet. Fillien was wrenched from her grip on her rope. She felt herself go backwards and her heart raced as she didn't know how close she was getting to the ground.

Karai was having a heart attack and was about to jump in and try and slow Fillien's fall. But she saw that at the last minute, Fillien flipped herself over so that she could grab on to the rope again. She skidded her hands on the rough rope for about a foot, creating burn marks on her palms. Fillien wrapped her legs around the rope and held on tight, not daring to let go. She took a few breaths, considering the fact she almost fell to her death. Karai took a few breaths herself and stood at the foot of the rope as the two ninjas's climbed down from the rope and stood next to each other but not too close. Erikku was giving a sly smirk to Fillien but the French girl didn't bother to look at her opponent. All she did was stare intently at her friend who stood with her arms crossed in front of them. Karai began, "Fillien you need to work on the overview of your surroundings, you must be aware of surprises but an excellent idea in using your opponent as a springboard." Fillien bowed in custom as Karai walked over to Erikku who now stood erect and with pride over his face. "I should say the same to you. But let me add you did well in meeting your goal in getting to the top…."

"Thank you-"

But Erikku didn't get to finish as Karai continued, "Yet, you need to work on your defense. You let her get on you like that again and soon all your opponents out in the field will be using you as a tool for your takedown. Don't let them."

Erikku blinked and was going to retort, then thought over it since he was standing in front of the Shredder's daughter. He just bowed but kept an angry face the whole time. Training was over an hour later and everyone left the gym and dojo talking and gossiping as usual. As Fillien was leaving, she passed Karai who was to stay behind with Kibishi to exchange notes. It was the trainer's job to see who would be fit enough to do patrol for the next week and who would be benched. Fillien came up to Karai once Kibishi left and the French girl began to ask, "Am I-"

"I don't know if you're on the list, I haven't even started talking with Kibishi yet about that part."

"Ok well-"

"Once I find out, I'll be the first to tell you."

"Do you-"

"Always know what you're going to say? Yes, I've known you long enough to know exactly what you're going to ask me."

"I keep forgetting, being friends with-"

"Accomplices, co-workers, anything but-"

It was Fillien's turn to interrupt Karai, "But friends, sorry I forget you hate that."

"It's not that I hate it. I can't, I can't have friends."

Fillien formed a sad smile on her face, "Yeah, years of detachment." Fillien waved her hands in the air in a mocking manner. "But says the girl who looks at the picture of her mother every night." Fillien patted Karai's back and then walked away with the last of the crowed on ninja's.

"Thank you that was very much needed," Karai said sarcastically.

A,N: Karai in denial, that's going to be one of my main focuses here. I tried to do a shorter intro for Fillien here since my previous update practically told you everything about her. I'm going to say for the beginning, what a start to a beautiful friendship. There will be a lot of OC's here, as you can tell, I'm trying to make the Foot sound like individuals instead of an army of people in black. I'm KikaKatTIOI, peace out!