He was in his private study, the one reserved for his meditations and just
basically getting away from Krang constant whining about not having a body
of his own, baka piece of pink bubblegum! Saki sat in his chair and sipped
at his tea, his metal mask and helmet off and placed carefully upon the
nearby table.
He could hear those imbeciles Rocksteady and Beebop quarrelling among themselves in the other room. The quarrel having escalated into a brawl, Saki winched and rubbed the spot between his brows as he felt the place crashing once more as one of them just got through tossing the other into a wall.again.
He sighed deeply and fought the urge to go to his door and scream at them to stop their foolishness. But, what is one to do, He reflected, when one lives among animals?
Speaking of animals.He opened his eyes and his thoughts strayed to his daughter, who should be, even now, gaining him all he needed to know to get rid of those annoying turtles and have his ultimate revenge upon that rat Yoshi.Splinter.
He had done all he could to insure that worthless neko girl of his did her part. His hard, dark eyes strayed towards a small, box-like cell which sat in the corner of his study. Huddled into a far shadowy crook of the compartment curled into herself sat a woman.
Dark hair dirty and tangled hid her neko ears from sight and her dark blue gi was tattered from fighting. She breathed shallowly, making him think that perhaps her rib was broken, but otherwise did not move.
She only watched him with her un-nerving yellow-green eyes. Saki rarely met her gaze, finding it filled with hatred and loathing for the being, once, long along, she had found something redeeming within to care about.even love.
But, that had been long ago and now, like most people who could not understand the strength and determination it took to gain the supreme power, she was his enemy.
A small part of his otherwise hardened heart moved a little bit in regret at that. But it was much like a tiny songbird trying to be heard over the cacophony of black crows, too diminutive of a sensation to be acknowledged.
"Glare all you want, Kioko," Saki said, donning his helmet and gloves, becoming, once more, The Shredder, "You're my prisoner until your daughter returns with what I want."
"She is your daughter, as well!" Kioko cried, still glaring, she gasped as her sudden outburst had jolted her fractures.
"That cannot be helped." Shredder said, his voice echoing behind his mask, making his appear even more humanless than before. All she could see of his now were his ebony eyes.
"She won't help you!" Kioko whispered, "She'll die first!"
"Then so shall you." Shredder said, at the door of his study, he turned back to her before touching the panel upon the side of the door, "After you have watched your daughter die."
He did not wait to see how she took his words. Tears behind her eyes, the woman sunk to her knees and embraced herself. Her poor daughter! This was all her fault.had she been able to defeat him.but she had been weak.
He had tricked her, used what love she still felt for him against her, twisting it into something foul and unbidden. She wanted to gag at the recollection, if she hadn't all ready emptied her stomach several times all ready, she might have.
"Amiko." She cried into her hands, "Forgive my foolishness."
He could hear those imbeciles Rocksteady and Beebop quarrelling among themselves in the other room. The quarrel having escalated into a brawl, Saki winched and rubbed the spot between his brows as he felt the place crashing once more as one of them just got through tossing the other into a wall.again.
He sighed deeply and fought the urge to go to his door and scream at them to stop their foolishness. But, what is one to do, He reflected, when one lives among animals?
Speaking of animals.He opened his eyes and his thoughts strayed to his daughter, who should be, even now, gaining him all he needed to know to get rid of those annoying turtles and have his ultimate revenge upon that rat Yoshi.Splinter.
He had done all he could to insure that worthless neko girl of his did her part. His hard, dark eyes strayed towards a small, box-like cell which sat in the corner of his study. Huddled into a far shadowy crook of the compartment curled into herself sat a woman.
Dark hair dirty and tangled hid her neko ears from sight and her dark blue gi was tattered from fighting. She breathed shallowly, making him think that perhaps her rib was broken, but otherwise did not move.
She only watched him with her un-nerving yellow-green eyes. Saki rarely met her gaze, finding it filled with hatred and loathing for the being, once, long along, she had found something redeeming within to care about.even love.
But, that had been long ago and now, like most people who could not understand the strength and determination it took to gain the supreme power, she was his enemy.
A small part of his otherwise hardened heart moved a little bit in regret at that. But it was much like a tiny songbird trying to be heard over the cacophony of black crows, too diminutive of a sensation to be acknowledged.
"Glare all you want, Kioko," Saki said, donning his helmet and gloves, becoming, once more, The Shredder, "You're my prisoner until your daughter returns with what I want."
"She is your daughter, as well!" Kioko cried, still glaring, she gasped as her sudden outburst had jolted her fractures.
"That cannot be helped." Shredder said, his voice echoing behind his mask, making his appear even more humanless than before. All she could see of his now were his ebony eyes.
"She won't help you!" Kioko whispered, "She'll die first!"
"Then so shall you." Shredder said, at the door of his study, he turned back to her before touching the panel upon the side of the door, "After you have watched your daughter die."
He did not wait to see how she took his words. Tears behind her eyes, the woman sunk to her knees and embraced herself. Her poor daughter! This was all her fault.had she been able to defeat him.but she had been weak.
He had tricked her, used what love she still felt for him against her, twisting it into something foul and unbidden. She wanted to gag at the recollection, if she hadn't all ready emptied her stomach several times all ready, she might have.
"Amiko." She cried into her hands, "Forgive my foolishness."