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The lower level of the fortune cookie was it's usual scene of the rest of the Asian gang members going about their usual talking, gambling, or taking the opportunity to relax since Hun had no plan for anything and just wanted to hide in his domain for the rest of the night.

The radio was still playing in the background until another sound was heard coming down the hall, the clicking of heels down the hallway and a female figure entering the room; Teresa Turtelli.

But unlike the first and only time she has come to the hide out before, the men just glanced at her but then just didn't acknowledge her. After the last time when she almost shot one of them for trying to be fresh with her, they learned just not to mess with her. Teresa continued to just walk by and reciprocate ignoring the men around her as she walked upstairs to go to Hun's quarters.

She approached the door casually as she knocked on Hun's door and heard, "Come in."

With that, she walked into the room and shut the door behind her only to get held up and Hun attempted to throw her against the wall with a determined expression on his face. But then Teresa did a reversal and managed to get behind Hun only for them to ultimately get in a standoff, Hun standing determined with his knife and Teresa pointing her revolver in his direction.

Both of them staring each other down until Teresa said, "That wasn't very cordial. Also, ever hear what happened to the person who brought a knife to a gunfight?"

Hun scoffed indignantly before replying, "I once took a guy down with my knife and shot him with his own gun, so don't put that line on me. Not to mention, look who's talking."

Teresa smirked briefly, amused by Hun's reply, as she tilted the barrel of her revolver toward the ceiling. "What exactly are you talking about?" She inquires, almost coy. "Oh don't you play it like that, now what is your game?" Hun demands still pointing the blade of his knife in Teresa's direction.

"Game?" Teresa says, her voice sounding playful.

"Look princess, I've had it with you and with all these little stunts you keep pulling on me… and doing it around your father? Are you trying to get me killed?!" Hun fumes, looking at his absolute limit with her. And he really was. After all those times he came to meet with Don Turtelli, all the while Teresa was constantly doing things to attract attention every time her father's head was turned.

Especially the most recent encounter with her practically feeling him up right under her father's nose and then the whole lip lock scenario that ended up happening in the hall just outside Don Turtelli's, her father's, office.

"Killed? What an assumption." Teresa said with a laugh, only making Hun even more infuriated.

Hun's rage was slowly building as he finally had it and spat out, "ENOUGH!" The knife flew from his hand, right next to her head before striking the wall behind her. It was silent now in the room as Teresa's expression flattened. Hun's eyes narrowed at her, having enough of her playing around and wanting specific answers.

Then progressively, Teresa's eyes slowly narrowed back slightly as she said, "Okay Hun… you want answers? Well then, I'll give you just that."

Teresa looked like she settled into a frame of mind as she continued, "Okay, like I told you, I'm a college graduate with a bachelors in business with a minor in accounting. The first person ever in my family to ever graduate college and also making myself the first woman in my family as well to make myself stand out that much more. And there is a reason for that. I wanted to join the business and my skills in finance and business made my father take me on, but that was not without a problem. There is so much I want to do. Take on more business, capitalize on more opportunities to turn a profit… but, it's like my father doesn't want to listen to me. We have so much opportunity, but yet he dismisses my proposals as if I was still a stupid little girl that knows nothing. It's like my dad can't grasp that we are in a business and business means to capitalize on opportunities when they arise. Yet, day after day, proposal after proposal… all my father does is just take his sweet little old time, saying to just be patient as he keeps blowing past all these other opportunities, and then just sits in his office and does old school work."

Hun was still looking at her as he processed what Teresa just said, "What does this have to do with anything?"

"It has everything. How do you think my dad got the bistro running as efficiently as he did? How does he seem to know about everything that goes on in the city? Those were things I had a hand in helping with. My father may know mob work inside and out, but if it weren't for my knowledge of modern business, he'd be lost. That and those annoying vigilantes keep getting in the way of everything on top of that! Ugh, it's so annoying." Teresa rolled her eyes.

Hun gave her a look and grunted as he said, "You're annoyed? Try being me. I'm practically indebted to your daddy dearest for bailing me out. So... now I have to be practically at his beck and call for everything and have to put on that stupid suit and sit there and listen to him talk about crap I don't care about. Just to avoid being like that guy I saw him Italian necktie for only owing him a couple hundred dollars. I want to go out and find the vigilantes and just take them down, but he's just sitting on his damn hands and drinking his stupid glass of scotch while those stupid kids keep getting in the way." Hun was still focused in his realm of annoyance and anger until heard Teresa chuckling a little to herself, catching his attention.

She looked toward him as Hun quirked up an eyebrow as she said, "You didn't think I didn't I hadn't noticed that have you. I could always see the annoyance ozzing from your face whenever you came over to talk to my father. It was a wonder to me that you never threw your knife in your jacket at him. To be honest… I've always found that very interesting about you."

Teresa started to circle around him before coming in front of him and giving him a casual smirked as said, "You see Hun, you and I are very much alike. Very straightforward, very quick to get what you want."

Hun's eyes widened slightly as her left pointer finger started to slowly trace down the front of his torso in a teasing 'S' motion. Hun pushed her away slightly and took a step back slightly and put his hands out in front of him with a flustered and irritated look on his face as he directed, "Okay, you must be crazy." Teresa looked coy as she replied, "Why? I don't see what's crazy about this."

Hun took off his sunglasses and his eyes were wide in shock at her response. "Are you serious?! Here, I'll give you every reason why what you're hinting is totally insane. Let's see, you're the Don's daughter and if your father ever got wind of any of this. He'd either torture me, beat me up, gut out my throat, or all the above. Not to mention the fact that even if I escaped with my life I'd have a blood thirsty mob of angry mobsters out to get me for the rest of my life. Also, why me? I thought a rich college girl like you would want a rich college boy to complete the package." Hun remarked, sounding snide.

"Because I like you." Teresa says straight out, that smirk still ever present on her face, as she ran her hand down his right bicep.

Hun gave a look as he brushed off her hand and said, "Look, if you're looking for a boyfriend or something, then you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't do relationships, honey."

"What? You think I'm looking for a relationship? Trust me, if I were then I would have just blindly dated any of those feeble-minded idiots in the neighborhood that my dad wanted me to date and possibly be a potential son-in-law. Relationships aren't my thing either, you know." Teresa replies and Hun gave her skeptical and confused look as he crossed his arms.

"Then... what exactly do you want with me?" Hun inquires skeptical, not knowing her true motives. Teresa smirked as she said, "Look Hun, let's be real here. We're not two stupid teenagers here, no. You're a guy who knows what you want and I'm a woman who knows what I want. And don't even tell me you don't want me either. Don't think I ever noticed those times I caught you passing glances at me when you thought I wouldn't notice?"

Hun glanced away from her and the color on his face went up on his face in anger and slight embarrassment that she caught him checking her out a couple times in the past as he pointed at her and said, "Look just get to the point."

Teresa smirked again as she put her hands on the back of Hun's neck and started to play said, "Like I said Hun, you're 27 and I'm 23, we both know what we want… time to live a little. So, as long as my father decides to keep deterring everything and not doing anything, why not? Besides, between you and me, I kind of have a big thing for bad boys with tattoos."

Hun watched as her hands ran down his forearms as her fingertips traced over some of the patterns of his tattoos. Hun was about to say something when Teresa said, "So, what do you say? But, just incase you need some more reasons..." She coyly put her lips to Hun's ear as she started to whisper to him, his expression going from totally confused to an even expression until a small smirk started to spread across his face.

Earlier that night

(Caitlyn's POV)

Kaito and I just packed up from shooting and were heading over to this bench on the roof that he brought up from the dojo.

We both sat down as I watched him pull out two sodas and I decided to just make conversation and ask, "So, you said you got that target for your 17th birthday?"

He uncapped the bottles and handed one to me as he replied, "That's right, I'm one of those people that never knows what I want for my birthday so my parents just always get me archery equipment for holidays or my birthday."

I smiled in his direction as I took the soda and said, "I know what you mean. My mom says it's like pulling teeth with me when she's trying to ask me for gift ideas. But in my defense I'm kind of a low maintenance person and there's really not much that ever really want. Also, when is your birthday?"

"September 18th." He says off handedly. "Oh that's cool, my birthday is early too, August 31st." I reply, taking a sip of my soda. He whipped his head over to look at me.

"You're 17 too?" He says, looking kind of intrigued. "Yeah, why?" I ask, looking kind of confused by how he said it.

"Oh, no reason. I'm just used to being a year older than everyone else at school, and even in my own family. Actually I think I'm one of if not the oldest in my grade and I'm the oldest out of all my cousins. Also, I just had no idea you were older than me." He says, smirking as he was playfully joking around with me. I smirked back as I playfully nudged him on the shoulder and responded, "Yeah, older by like three weeks, Kaito. But yes, technically I guess I'm older than you."

That got both of us laughing a little bit.

I took a sip and it was quiet between us until Kaito decided to just keep the conversation going. "Speaking of older… you said you have two older brothers, right?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Yup, Jake and Bret. Jake's 20 and he's in college so I don't really see him much except when he's on break and Bret's a year older than me. And sure we bug each other sometimes, but my brothers are actually pretty good guys. What about you? You said you have a little sister, right?" I ask, remembering that one time when he mentioned that he has to watch his sister sometimes.

I saw Kaito smile a little in my direction, looking a little impressed that I remembered that fact. He nodded and smiled to himself as he looked toward me again and said, "Yes, Kaya."

I smiled back at him when I heard the tone of how he said that. It wasn't some annoyed tone most brothers use to describe younger siblings. Actually the way he said it I thought sounded kind of... sweet. Like a brother who did genuinely like his little sister.

I smiled at that before asking, "How old is she?" "About 14 months." He says back.

I could literally feel my face contort in slight surprise as I commented, "Wow, that's quite an age gap. Did your parents want to wait to have another child after you?" I ask, knowing I was looking curious.

At first I thought I over-stepped my curiosity and came off maybe rude when I saw Kaito glance away slightly, pursing his lips as he did so. He took a sip of his soda before setting it on the roof and sighing. He clasped his hands together as he looked like he was in a state of deep thought.

He let out another sigh before responding, "It's a long story." Looking like he wanted to dodge some sort of subject.

It made me think back to that one time several days ago when I asked him about what made his family want to settle permanently in New York. As much as I didn't want to seem completely intrusive, my curiosity couldn't help itself as I remarked, "Is everything with you a long story?"

I could see his jaw tense up briefly and it slowly spread to tense up his whole body. I was about to say something when he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and responded, "Well… yes, that's because it is." He really looked like he wanted to do anything to keep dodging whatever subject this could be leading to.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad." I say, trying to reassure him that it probably wasn't anything to bad or shocking to me. He scoffed and said, "You'd be surprised."

I could practically see his forehead breaking out in a cold sweat and Kaito looked kind of uncomfortable and I immediately felt really guilty. "Kaito? Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to..." "No, no, it's fine, seriously. I just don't usually talk about my past all too much." He assures me as he tightened the clasp on his hands. It was silent for a while as we heard a stray cat below tip over a garbage can from a couple alleys over. I shifted a little in my seat next to Kaito.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I decided to ask. He whipped his head over to look at me before he tried to brush it off again, "Oh no, I'm okay. I mean, it's also just that its a really long and very… complicated story. No one in my family, not even my parents like to really talk about it and I just don't want to bore you with it."

I gave Kaito a reassuring grin as I shrugged and replied, "Kaito, in the past year I've learned that my best friend, that my mom always tells all my other friends the most embarrassing stories ever about us when we were little, is a full fledge crime fighting vigilante. And seriously, my mom once told my friends the stories from back when Zach and I were like 3 and we used to play naked in the kiddie pool in my backyard together."

I felt slightly accomplished when he laughed a little to himself and gave me a small smirk. We went into another null of silence for a couple seconds.

"And… I've kept Zach's secret and yours and Molly's on top of it. Not to mention after you listened to my whole recent sob story, I think I definitely owe you one. I just want you to know that you can trust me." I say, sounding really sincere about it.

I really did want Kaito to tell me. Not just because I was curious to actually know about him, but I really did feel a little indebted to him. Seriously, after he helped me and listened to me talk about my whole break up thing, the very least I could do was listen to him.

He looked like he kept thinking it over as he slowly looked around the rooftop, almost as if to make sure we were entirely alone.

Then he looked at me and gave me a serious look and leaned in slightly before he said, "Look… not everyone in my family even knows this whole story about me. Only a couple of my aunts and uncles, my parents, and Molly know the story. My parents don't even ever plan on telling my sister when she's older either. Even I don't want her to know, at times I even envy her for not knowing a thing about it. So, if I tell you, you need to promise up front that this doesn't leave this rooftop. You can't even tell anyone else who knows, not my parents, not Molly, and you can never tell Zach or anyone else ever."

My expression was initially serious before I started smiling a little and did a cross gesture over my lips and heart as I said, "Cross my heart and hope to die." We both shared a small smiled between us.

"But seriously, you can trust me, Kaito. Also, after that whole spiel you just said... I think I need to know now." I said with a small yet playful smile, making both of us laugh a little again.

Kaito went back to looking like he was thinking still, but then he was able to look over at me and give me a nod, and me taking it as a yes that he did trust me. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked like he was trying to decide exactly where to begin.

He took a deep breath and let out in a long sigh as he started, "Okay, it all started around 40 years ago back in Japan with my mother's father, or my biological grandfather; Oroku Saki…"

20 minutes later

(Kaito's POV)

I just finished telling the whole story that was also part my mother's and mine to how we ended up here.

Caitlyn still hasn't said anything, but judging by her wide eyes and her hand partially covering her mouth… I'd say she's maybe in a state of shock by what I just told her.

Not that I blame her, and even I left out some of the most shocking details.

Like I left out that my father and uncles used to be mutants and I didn't tell her that I mutated during my last stand with my grandfather. And I definitely didn't tell about how I used to flirt and eventually kissed Molly once before I knew she was technically my cousin, something both of us try to not think about.

Those kinds of details aren't considered need to know information… and Caitlyn really didn't need to know. Besides, I've told her a lot already.

Everything from my grandparents story to the whole story of how my parents met and got involved with each other that led to my mother getting pregnant with me and leaving America and not telling my father she was pregnant by just leaving to have and raise me back in Japan. Then all the way to my grandfather bringing us here to New York to fight the Hamato Clan only for me to realize the truth.

"So… you really are a ninja? Like legit?" She asks. I whipped my head over to look at her. To be honest… I'm surprised that was her first comment. But… I'm more than willing to answer if she wants to know.

I sighed as I said, "Yes, I am. My mother is a kunoichi that comes from a bloodline that goes back hundreds of years in the Foot Clan and beyond and even though my father and his brothers were adopted, my adoptive grandfather that I told you about raised them as his own sons to be ninjas. To be honest, if they still did history on this kind of thing, my father is one of the greatest male ninjas of his time." I explain.

It was quiet again before I heard her say, "Wow, I feel… horrible. Seriously Kaito, I'm so sorry." I gave her a beyond confused looked. "Why? You don't need to feel sorry about anything." I reply, still confused why she felt sorry.

"No really, I mean it. Here I am complaining to you about just being cheated on and dumped by my slimeball ex when you had to go through all that. Really Kaito, I'm sorry for bothering you with my stupid problems." She exasperates, looking beyond guilty and upset with herself.

I put a hand up to stop her. "Caitlyn, no. It's fine. How could you have even known… or even guessed, as insane as my story is." I scoff and looked down as I ran a hand through my hair and continued, "Trust me Caitlyn, if either of us should feel ashamed… it should be me."

"Why? Nothing from that whole story was your fault. Yeah, your grandfather did very… horrible things in the past but neither you or your mother were responsible for any of it. It wasn't…"

"No, but you don't understand. When I first came here, up until that point I was brainwashed by my own grandfather that our clan, the Foot Clan, was the honorable one and that my father's, the Hamato Clan, was the dishonorable one. Little did I know that the Foot Clan was really the dishonorable one. I was steered to initially hate my father's own clan before I even knew anything. Not to mention the fact that even before my grandfather, the Foot Clan was dishonorable." I say, still feeling ashamed.

"Why? What do you mean?" She asks.

I had to take a second to recompose myself before telling her the part that has always shamed me, "When the Foot Clan was established over 1500 years ago, the Foot Clan had a nasty reputation from the beginning. My clan was filled with cold blooded murders and thieves who terrorized villages full of innocent people for not pledging loyalty to them. They were nothing short of being dishonorable, heartless scum. Which then lead to the war between my grandfather Oroku's clan and my grandfather Hamato's Clan that lasted hundreds of years. The Hamato Clan had enough of the Foot Clan disturbing the peace of the region and were sworn to stop it, which they did in the end. That is why I'm ashamed. No matter what and no matter how much I try to pretend or forget, I will always have that as something that's apart of me. Just to know that I'm descended from a line of such horrible, hateful, dishonorable scum that used ninjitsu for selfish purposes to gain power. Their blood is in my blood and because of it, I always feel tainted and I feel like I can never be completely clean of it." I put my hand on my forehead as I clenched my eyes shut tight as my brain was still swirling around with my current thoughts.

I was locked up in a battle inside my head until I felt pulled out of it when I glanced down and noticed Caitlyn's hand was over my hand.

"I don't believe that about you. Just because you and your mother came from that background of people doesn't mean you, or her, are that way. Yes, you will always be related to those people and have that as apart of your past, but that doesn't mean you need to let it make you feel ashamed. The point is both you and your mother learned from the past and made yourselves better because of it. You go out almost every night to help people and stop criminals with Molly. A bad person would never do that. Kaito, you're a cool, nice, smart, and selfless person deep down. That's who you really are and you should never let anyone change that about you. Because you're a really great guy. I mean it." She says, sounding completely genuine and honest as she smiled at me.

I slowly smiled back at her and glanced down at her hand as I grabbed her hand back, watching as our fingers intertwined slowly.

"Thanks Caitlyn." I say entirely honestly as I looked back up at her. She kept up her same smile as she said, "No problem."

I glanced down at our hands again as I brushed my thumb over the back of her hand and looked back up at her and noticed we were barely 6 inches away from each others' faces. I saw her smile drop off as she bit her lip and her face turned red.

She looked away from me as she started nervously, "Um…" I was confused when I looked when I saw her slowly retract her hand away from mine.

She walked over to the A/C unit on the roof and grabbed her drawstring bag as she said, "I think I need to go home." I stood up and nodded as I almost stuttered, "Oh, yeah, of course."

Caitlyn looked back at me, her expression back to her normal approachable smile as she said, "I'm probably going to be a little busy for the next couple days at my dojo, but are you still up for hanging out Monday night?" I smiled back and nodded as I replied, "Sounds great."

She got a big smile on her face as she said, "Cool, guess I'll see you then." Then she walked up to me and gave me a hug. "Yeah." I replied as I smiled to myself and slowly hugged her back.

After that she walked toward the side of the building and was about to climb onto the fire escape when she looked back at me. I smiled and waved at her a little before I watched her smile back at me and hold up her hand to say goodbye.

She disappeared over the side of the building and I felt my legs just mindlessly taking me to the edge of the front of my building as I looked down to the street and watched her at the bus stop across the street as my mind was still going through everything that went on tonight until she left to go home.

Well guys, this is probably going to be the only update for a while yet. I'm moving back into my dorm and going to adjust to a new college schedule again so I'll be pretty busy, but I promise that this story will eventually be finished in time. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed seeing serious Kaito again during his interaction with Caitlyn. Thank you guys again for all the support and taking the time to read and review this series.

Catch you guys later,

Dexter1995