OMG!! I don't think I've ever updated this story so quickly before! Usually it's an update every two months... Because I'm that lazy. Anyway, good news! I got some of my TMNT vibe back by watching some TMNT DVD's! Sure, it's not the same obsession, but still, it's enough for me to want to continue this story. Thank y'all who reviewed, it's because I got review recently (despite the fact I haven't updated in months) and a few alerts that compelled me to type. Why you want me to continue is a bit of a mysery to me. While there is a plot, I just enjoy messing with everyone's (mostly Leo's) teenage hormones. And I'd just like to point out the Ginger happens to be my favorite OC I've created so far. And I've created a lot of them! (looks sadly at all my other fanficition stories) Yeah, I have this problem about NOT creating OC's. They just pop in my head and refuse to leave. If creating OC's was a crime... I'd be sooo screwed.

Korea: Eh?

Sasha: She said we refuse to leave her head unless she writes us.

Pauline: She deleted my F... story!

Me: There's a good reason for that.

Alex: Why eh?

Me: ...

Pauline: I thought so.

Yumi, Liang, Shiko: -Pokes heads in- Hi!

Me: GET OUT!!

Yumi, Liang, Shiko: Oo -withdraws heads-

Rhea: Are you EVER going to continue on with MY story?

Me: Probably not

Rhea: DX

Kankuro: Well what abou-

Me: WTF?? -grabs broom and beats Kankuro over head- OUT!!

Kankuro: OO I thought you were a loyal fangirl?

Me: Okay everyone. GET THE F... BACK INTO YOUR OWN STORIES!!

Everyone: Oo

Battle Nexus

Seven year old Ginger skipped happily alongside her older sister, seventeen year old Ayame. The two of them were walking through the palace gardens, chatting with each other. Alright, so Ayame was listening, and Ginger was talking a mile a minute.

"These flowers are so pretty! Do you think they will look good in your room? I like your room, it always smells nice. And it has a window, mine doesn't. I can see the mountains out of your window. We should go hiking there someday, everything is in bloom this time of year and the air should smell fresh. Is that a cat?What's a cat doing in the Mistresses garden? I hate cats. They're vain, and they always leave fur everywhere. Speaking of fur, can you comb mine Ayame? I think I have a knot below my ear. Do I have to wear this stupid bow? It's pink and it's ugly, I like my red kimono though-"

Ayame, later known as Iris, walked alongside the young mutant with an indulgent smile on her face. "Ginger, please. If your going to ask so many questions, at least give me the chance to answer them." She laughed at the downcast look on the pretty rat's face.

"Yes, those flowers would look good in my room, they'll look even better in yours though. Thank you, I like to keep my room as fresh as I can. You don't have a window because you have the habit of sneaking out. I like looking at the mountains, we should go hiking someday, maybe tomorrow. Yes that is a cat, it must have snuck in, it looks like a stray, I know you hate cats, your a rat, of course it's expected. Cats are elegant creatures, and yes they are vain, you leave fur everywhere too Ginger. Yes I will comb your fur for you. You have to wear that bow to please Mother, pink suits your fur. And I picked out your kimono, so I'm glad you like it."

Iris gasped, having said all this in a single breath. Ginger giggled. "Your funny Ayame," She cooed, before bounding ahead, resorting to all fours, and scampering up a tree. Iris sighed, "Ginger, you know Mistress Hisako doesn't like it when you walk like an animal." Ginger stuck out her tongue, "Well, Mistress Hisako can-"

"Ginger!" Iris said sharply, "Don't use such language! Where in Kami's name did you learn such disgraceful speech." Ginger's face fell, her whiskers seemed to droop slightly, "Honshu always talks like that." Iris sighed, understanding. Her younger brother was filthy in both body and mind, rude, disrespectful, an alcoholic at the age of fifteen, and he hated Ginger and herself with passion. The only person he had any respect for whatsoever was their mother, with whom he was almost pathetically loyal.

"Ginger," Iris said suddenly, "What are you going to do when your grown up?" Ginger looked at her (upside down) in confusion, "What do you mean Ayame?" She let go of the branch and landed with incredible grace on the grass ten feet from that point. "You realize, that your pretty much the only one of your kind, Ginger, you'll be all alone when your older." Ginger stopped to think for a moment, "Well..." She said slowly, "I like being one of a kind, and I'll never be alone Ayame. I will always have you won't I?"

It was night and the forest outside the Battle Nexus was, as usual, quiet and peaceful. The gentle wind blowing against the strange trees. The moon shone brightly and the stars glittered coldly high above. People and animal snoring gently, completely oblivious to everything but there own dream world. Several of those people led simple lives.

Ginger envied them.

Upon arriving in the Battle Nexus, she waited in the forest until night came around. And now the moon was full and the stars were out. It was time to get to work. Ginger crept out of the forest and down the hill, keeping low to the ground, she made no noise, not a blade of grass swayed at her passing. She reached the wall without incident. The brown rat's ears twitched at the slightest noise. She heard nothing but the snores of the people, and the sounds of the guards as they did their rounds. Every noise was crystal clear to her. Gingers heightened senses were the result of genetic alteration and helped her greatly in many occasions.

Deciding that it was clear, she turned to the wall and silently scaled the wall without any apparent effort. When she reached the top, she quickly took in her surrounding before climbing down the other side. She really didn't need to check, she had been there many times, but she checked anyway because every detail was crucial. When she was in the village she made her way to the arena. She crept along the edge until she came upon another wall. She looked up and flexed her paws. Time to get what she came here to get.

Ginger had stolen countless items over the years, in many worlds, many dimensions. But she had never stolen one with such power as the War Staff. But, as she had been forcibly taught many times, there was a first for everything.

Skipping lightly across the rooftops, she found herself at the Battle Nexus Arena. Knowing better then to walk right across, she stuck to the shadows at it's rim. Choosing a window, she leapt across a quick flowing river and managed to catch a hold a full thirty feet from the daimyo's son's room. The boy should be about... thirty now? Doubtful he would still be in his room. And even if he was, she was perfectly capable of handling him. If the fool could be beaten by that young turtle...

"Meow?"

Ginger actually spat with distaste when she saw a cat staring out at her at another window, ten feet up, and six feet to her left. The cat was a dark brown, and was staring at her with its hateful yellow eyes, it's hackles raised. It spat at her, and began to growl. Ginger, who had absolutely no love for cats, climbed up the wall with such incredible speed that she caught the annoying feline completely by surprise.

Meow. Splash. No more cat.

After the cat was sent yowling over the falls (Ginger wasn't about to lose any sleep over that) she tensed and listened carefully to see if any of the guards heard the slight commotion.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"Yes, it sounded like that stupid cat finally got what was coming for him."

"I hope it fell in the river, it deserves nothing less for stealing all of my dango."

"... I have a confession to make..."

"What?"

"...It wasn't the cat that... took your dango..."

"... you mean..."

"I was hungry."

"You son of a-"

Ginger sighed and relaxed a tiny bit, the guards obviously didn't suspect anything. Morons.

Turning her nose to the window high above, she shifted her weight to her six large silver claws she had on each foot, and sprang upwards. Fifteen seconds later, she was standing on the ledge of the window looking down at the occupied bed in the room in disbelief.

Laying in the the bed was clearly the Daimyo's son, but he was the daimyo's son from twenty years ago when Ginger was sent to assassinate the boy. Either something had happened that her Mistress hadn't found out yet, or this was a grandson. More likely the latter.

Whatever it was, he was of no concern to her, he was fast asleep.

He groaned in his sleep and sat up suddenly. Ginger froze as she made eye contact with him. But he only blinked at her, and laid back down and fell instantly back to sleep.

Not wanting to risk the child waking up again, she reached into her pouch and brought out a cloth, after soaking it with a special potion, she dropped on the boy's face and left.

Out in the hallway, she jumped upwards and attached herself to the high ceiling, after all, nobody ever bothered to look upwards, then effortlessly moved towards the Daimyo's room, where the war staff would probably be. As it turned out, she was correct, the war staff sat there beside the large white haired man's bed. (1) Ginger couldn't have lived this long, been where she had been, and still be a fool.

During a mission, it is dangerous to have foolish thoughts, to do foolish things. Although Ginger liked to play every now and then, she never did anything, or thought about anything that would ruin everything.

And yet...

Throught the mission up to this point, ever since she met him, she couldn't help but have the casual thought about the grey rat master. What did he eat? What flowers did he like, if he liked any at all? The more she tried to ignore them, the more troublesome they got.

Like now. If she wasted anymore time clinging to the ceiling like some oversized spider...

Dropping down, not making a sound, she moved swiftly to the war staff. Stopping three feet in front of it she quickly examined it, looking for spells or other traps. She found some.

Kneeling down and examining the markings made on the floor, she quickly pulled out a yellow stone out of one of the many pockets on her special belt. After muttering a few words in an ancient language lost to the second dimension of Utoalo. A place that exists in third dimension earth, except millions of light-years away.

When she was done, she placed the stone on top of the markings, it glowed, and the markings disappeared. She smiled, this was almost too easy. When they were all gone, she reached out and grabbed the War Staff.

That's when things went wrong.

As soon as she wrapped her hands around it and pulled it off it's stand, she felt a pulse shoot through her. She cursed silently, there was another trap! She turned and ran as fast as she could, she could hear the Daimyo's roar of fury behind her, and the pounding of many feet of armored warriors. As she turned the corner, she was faced with said warriors, each armed with a glaive of some kind. All pointing to her.

Ginger didn't stop and think. She simply charged at them. A couple, probably the younger, more inexperienced ones, gave a yelp of shock as she reverted to all fours (Sticking the staff in the holder on her back) and leapt at them. She planted her footclaws on a shoulder of two warriors, and raised a dagger to counter a battle axe aimed at her throat. Ginger then did a odd spin and knocked the two warriors she was standing on out with her armored tail.

Another one came at her with a sword, she quickly raised a paw and slashed him across the face with her sharp claw.

Knowing that she could not keep this up and not get caught, she crouched down and reverted to all fours again. This time dancing around the armored legs and she was streaking down the hallway (near the end, she was running on two feet) and out a window.

It was a two hundred foot drop. Seeing as she had chosen to jump out of the side where the water fall dropped off.

She fell.

Without thinking, she pulled out the War Staff. Focusing all her energy on the powerful item, she felt it warm, then it glowed an odd red light.

The jetting rocks were getting closer.

Ginger raised the War Staff and a portal opened up just below her. She fell through it, and it closed behind her. Although it was nothing obvious, Ginger could sense that she had done something wrong. This was proven when she suddenly felt as though she was being crushed at all angles. Smothered. She couldn't breathe! She failed to notice the small glimpses of other worlds, other times, as she hurtled through time and space. She knew she was going to pass out. One thought entered her mind before she blacked out.

Splinter...

(1) The daimyo reminds me of Jiraiya cause of the white hair. Though Jiraiya should have reminded me of the Daimyo seeing as I had seen the daimyo first.

Anyway, thank you again for all the reviews I got. In truth, I wasn't expecting them. Okay, as I had said before, Ginger is my favorite OC, which is why she gets her own chapter and doesn't have to share it with others.

Ginger: Yes! -dances about-

Shou: -is sulky-

Ichiro: -is sulkier-

Nayane: -is sulkiest-

Me: -rubs temples- darn imagination for creating them all...

And Naruto has almost sucessfully taken over my mind, just another few months and the process should be complete...

Naruto: -Evil laughter-

-ahem- Again, Review if you want another chapter.