The Enemy

Disclaimer: I do not own the monopoly of the TMNT. I wish I did it would be fun to travel boardwalk, but I don't and so that is done so I don't have to go directly to jail.

Chapter Two- Rama?

Kirra:

One of the Elite went on ahead to insure that everything was prepared for when we arrived with our prisoners. I had no doubt in my mind that he would also be informing my father about the extras I was bringing back, which was in direct opposition of his orders.

I knew it was not wise to disobey any of my father's orders. I knew, what to expect from father on that count. Yet knowing my father as I did I felt that this time he would overlook my disobedience, after all with these three he could further torture Leonardo.

It didn't mean that I would be safe from repercussions however, for I was aware that father still might discipline me in some way if he accepted my 'gifts' to him. I just wouldn't suffer as badly if he decided that I had overstepped my bounds.

I tried not to dwell too much on these thoughts as we moved through the sewers, the safest way back.

" Mom, What is going to happen to us?" the young girl asked her voice quavering, as if on the verge of tears. She was probably only nine or ten years old while her brother had to be two years older.

" I don't know Kaliann" the woman replied uneasily.

I smirked " Trust me, you don't want to know what lies ahead for any of you because it won't be pleasant I can assure you of that much."

" What kind of turtle are you supposed to be anyways?" the boy demanded roughly. He had his head up with a determined look in his eyes.

He was a feisty thing, with plenty of spirit and spunk the name Ryu for dragon suited him well. He was no challenge for the likes of me however, so I had little or no interest in him.

I ignored him, much as I ignored Raphael's crude comments and challenges that he continually hurled my way. He wanted a rematch and he was so sure he could take me this time.

If I knew anything about my father, I am sure the red masked turtle would yet, get a chance to make good on his threats. Of course the outcome would be far different then what he had in mind or might hope for.

We made our way up out of the sewer and in through the back door, up the stairs and were greeted by a large mass of soldiers that had gathered to cheer our victory, and hurl insults at the captives. One of the soldiers leaned close telling me quietly to report immediately to Master Sekora's office.

I left the prisoners to the other soldiers care knowing they would be seen to before turning towards fathers office.

I had to climb up a few levels to his well ordered office. Father had a hardwood floor, there were a few very expensive Japanese paintings on the walls just behind his desk and to the left, there was always the smell of sandalwood from burning incense. To the right of the entry was his bookcase full of books and scrolls and a few well hidden cameras that monitored the room.

The cameras I knew were not the only hidden thing in father's office for he had many secret compartments and passages that ran through this building and others that he owned.

His dark cheery wood desk sat in the centre of the room, on it was a table top fountain and a bonsai plant. Plus a few chairs near the desk for father and anyone who had to meet with him.

I bowed deeply as I entered, " You wished to speak with me Master?"

" Why did you bring the others?" he snapped his dark eyes full of anger. " You had your orders Kirra didn't you understand them?" he yelled.

" I understood your orders clearly Master all but the four male turtles were to die." I replied.

" Precisely so." He fumed, " Yet you bring back that woman and two children, which I have no use of," he growled irritably.

You think after a victory he'd be a bit more cheerful but I knew that father demanded unquestioning obedience from everyone and I was no exception to that rule.

I took a deep calming breath knowing what I said now could make all the difference in the outcome.

" That woman and the children are the mate and offspring of Leonardo" I put a great deal of scorn in my tone as I spoke the turtle leader's name " I felt that you might be able to make more use of them alive as he is attached to them." I explained, " he also might be easier to handle if he fears that he may be placing their lives in jeopardy. Leo will suffer dearly if you choose to use those three against him."

I was watching father carefully and was able to see a small sinister smile creep across his face at my words.

Good, he was listening.

" However if I have misjudged then I will correct it by killing them personally right now and making whatever amends you feel are justified" I concluded sincerely.

Father seemed to consider my words and I knew if that was truly the case then I might not have to fear a reprimand of any kind, but still I waited for his reply.

His dark smile grew and he looked almost devilishly pleased " Now Kirra I truly believe that you are my daughter."

I couldn't help but notice where he placed the emphasis on his words but it didn't really matter too much, for those words also meant that I was safe from any reprimand. My gift had pleased him, at the very least it ought to provide him with a few hours of entertainment.

He then sat down at his chair and gestured for me to sit as well for my debriefing session. I left the office after our talk and headed for the kitchen as I was suddenly ravenous.

The building we happened to occupy was a six story building, not much really in a city where almost all other buildings seemed to dwarf ours but it suited the Foot clan well, for though it was not tall it was a large wide building.

The ground floor was set up as a reputable business that of course father owned, he had a receptionist who was well paid to direct any customers to our services but also to turn the wrong people like police and other noisy sorts away.

The second floor was our kitchen and prison cell, as well as a couple larger dojos, the third floor was various practice, and meditation rooms, the fourth and fifth floor was sleeping areas for the Foot soldiers and Elite. The sixth floor was father's office bedroom and my bedroom.

I luckily didn't have to share sleeping quarters with any one else being the Master's daughter, even just an adopted one, did have its privileges.

Before I headed back up to my quarters for some rest I decided to look in on our prisoners.

In a way they fascinated me, for though they were my enemies they were so similar to me in looks that I could easily pass for one of them. I could easily understand now why my father could both love me for my skill and service I gave him, while at the same time loathing me. One could almost believe we were related.

That very thought disturbed me, for if I could think such a heinous thought then it would occur to others as well. I knew I wasn't related to them. I felt no kinship to these turtles. They were my enemies and I would rejoice to see them all dead.

I moved using great stealth becoming one with the air and the shadows, stilling my breath and emotions as I had no desire to alert any one to my presence.

The prison area had a wall near the door that one had to go around into the main prison area on the wall was an intercom and a tap and hose wound up neatly out of the way. It was a large room with two enclosed areas leaving a three foot concrete path between the two cells that ran along either wall.

At the far end of the room was a bathroom but such amenities were not in the cells themselves. There was a gutter that ran just under the wire bars along the path for refuse to be washed away from the cells.

Each of the long prison cells had ankle and wrist shackles in them and they were attached to the concrete wall by way of chains that we could put to any length we so choose, or we could allow a prisoner complete freedom of the cell they were in.

The males shackled in both wrist and ankle shackles had enough room to move a few small steps side to side but not enough to permit a hard or good front kick, their hands could only move a bit where they were strapped almost against the wall.

The female and children had been given a bit more liberty they were chained, but they had more freedom to move around they could almost reach the front bars of their cell.

The bars on each cell were spaced so one could almost, get two fingers through them but not much more and even that would be a tight squeeze.

The three guards that stood watched were armed with guns any move by the turtles to slip free of the shackles would end in the turtles death before he could break free of the cell. They were here until we grew tired of them.

I stayed behind the wall able to observe without being seen, I could see the two children huddled close to their mother seeking comfort from her. The girl was sobbing softly in her mother's arms. While she crooned quietly to both of them offering what she could.

For a moment I found myself longing to be that young girl. I recalled when I had been younger and sought comfort from my father on some thing or another he would push me away rebuking me harshly " I have no time to coddle you Kirra. You must become strong and independent. Such behaviour will make you weak."

So I learned to stuff such feelings down and rely on myself. Until I saw this and suddenly that old yearning to be held and comforted came back. Yes I was weak and had to admit to my own failings.

I saw Leonardo raise his head and look my way, though there was no way he could have seen me I knew it was fully possible for him to sense me.

" It's okay Kali don't cry. Dad will get us out of here and until he does I'll make sure no one hurts you or mom." The boy vowed with deep conviction.

His mother smiled and kissed his forehead causing the boy to make a face.

" You are so brave Aiden what would we do without you?" she wondered.

Leonardo turned to look across at his family I could feel his concern for them as well as his fears, those feelings were clear and easy to read even above the deep grief and sorrow that enveloped them all.

I watched as he tested the shackles binding him almost immediately the guards shifted their weapons locking it on him, he quickly desisted.

I smiled a bit I knew my enemies like I myself, had been trained in the old way, with strong emphasis on fighting and proper ninja skills of infiltration, espionage and the like. They were ninja warriors.

The Foot Clan in America was trained haphazardly in fashion, they were not instructed as thoroughly, nor did they practice as diligently meaning they were no more then skilled assassins. They were not true ninja, not by any stretch of the imagination. Which also explained why they had so often failed to best the turtle clan.

" Any ideas Leo?" Raph asked.

" Not yet" Leonardo sighed as if he had heard this question before.

" Donny?" Raphael asked almost hopefully.

" Not in the last two minutes" the turtle in purple replied a bit testily as if irritated at the question.

" Mike. Hey Mikey you still with the rest of us?" Raphael demanded he tried to reach his brother but the chains that bound him wouldn't permit it.

" Yeah I was just thinking of that turtle who was fighting with the Elite." Mike mumbled.

Seemed I had made a good first impression.

" The one who called herself Yukio's daughter, the new heir to the Foot?" Raphael asked, " Man I'd love to get my hands on her that good for nothing." He set off with a long string of curse words.

I strolled around the corner " It is a pity you can't fight as good as you curse," I mocked, " Enjoying our hospitality I see. Trust me this" I paused giving a fiendish grin as I gestured at the cells " is as good as it gets for you."

" I bet your nothing without the Elite to back you up. You are going to pay for what you did to our family." Raph snarled bits of spit flying from his mouth, he jerked on the chain and gnashed his teeth while glowering at me.

" On the contrary you will be the ones paying from here on in and when we feel we have received sufficient payment then you will be released from your life and pathetic existence." I replied.

" What about them?" Leo asked gesturing towards his family as best he could. " You can do whatever you want to us just please let them go."

I laughed then snorted in contempt of his offer, if you could call it that " So they can get revenge on the Foot at a later date?" I shook my head " No I don't think so. See we have very special plans for your little wife and darling children."

I saw a light flash in his eyes momentarily and I knew I had scored a hit on the, so called, fearless leader and couldn't help but gloat over my success.

Michaelangelo suddenly looked my way " Rama why are you doing this to us? Don't you even know who we are?" he asked in such a way that told me, that he knew who I was, or he thought he did at any rate. Even though I had never seen him or his family except in the files the Foot clan had on them.

" I know who you are. You are my enemy," I answered quickly dismissing his questions.

Though a part of me wondered what this word Rama was and what it meant. It clearly meant some thing to the foolish turtle.

Some part of me deep inside seemed to respond to that word Rama, as if some thing some where had been lying dormant and with the word decided to stir and wake, though I couldn't figure out why I would respond to it.

Raphael looked towards his brother shaking his head " Mike no way in hell is that Ramiela. Rama is dead. This little bitch is going be joining her soon as I can get my hands on her." Raph threatened.

" We will see who finishes who first" I hissed before leaving them to their own company and their desperation.

I scowled my brow furrowing as I puzzled over the name Rama, or Ra-ma-la on the way to my room, I had a feeling the name could also be pronounced Ra-me-la. I knew that Rama had to be a shorter version of that name. Much as the turtles called Leonardo Leo, or Donatello Don and so on.

The name Rama did seem so familiar to me like I had heard it somewhere before but I couldn't begin to connect it to any specific place or time in my past.

The Foot soldiers moved out of my way parting before me as I walked. They didn't bother acknowledging me and I couldn't be bothered acknowledging them. For one thing they were beneath me, besides my mind was elsewhere trying to make heads or tails of that foolish name Rama.

I continued to hit into a brick wall and that only seemed to peak my interest in resolving the matter in my mind. It just bothered me, like knowing the name of Leo's mate without hearing it or being told bothered me.

Then there was that strange feeling that I had gotten when I heard Michaelangelo say the name Rama, he had spoken with such love and sorrow, as if trying to reach me with his voice alone.

I had suddenly felt like…well it is hard to explain or describe, but it felt familiar to me and I had the strangest urge rise up within me coming from out of nowhere and vanishing almost as quickly.

It had been there and then gone again in a flash in less time then it took to blink an eye it had been born shrivelled and died leaving only an uncomfortable feeling that it might be far wiser to ignore Mike's talk about Rama.

But I couldn't deny that for the tiniest fraction of a second, for the briefest of moments, I had felt that I should call him daddy.

I wanted now just to forget the name Rama but I knew it wouldn't be happening any time soon.

Michaelangelo:

I watched her leave, as if she was all of a sudden afraid to stay.

I knew exactly who she was. I didn't know how she had fallen into Yukio Sekora's hands but I had been watching her ever since her return in my life. I was slowly putting all the pieces together and I had a fairly good idea of the how and why of the matter.

Oh, she had changed over the years, I knew she would.

She had grown taller, more physically fit, more muscled and more beautiful.

After all these pain filled years, the long torturous nightmares, the waiting, the doubts, the hoping and the praying I had finally found my daughter. I was both overjoyed and crushed.

Problem was she didn't even seem to know us or recognize us in any way. I found that so hard to believe.

" Mike that isn't Rama you must know that" Leo spoke softly.

" It is here Leo. Look at her hair and those eyes and her facial features. There is Shay in that face." I argued.

" Lots of people can share similar features Mike it is possible this is a different mutant turtle." Don disputed carefully. " So don't get your hopes up."

I sensed that Don and Leo both knew what I did that it was Rama and not some strange mutant turtle. Don's words had been full of sorrow though.

" What about the markings on her shell Don?" I shot back knowing that was evidence alone of her heritage.

I knew in the world of turtles that each turtle's shell was unique and distinctive as a finger print of a human. No two turtles shared the exact same markings and colouration, not even when they were of the same species.

If I was aware of that information then Don, also had to know it. His refusal to respond verified it.

" Besides we all know that Yukio spent a great deal of time out of the country and has his own private jet. He could easily get Rama out of the country with no one the wiser. He probably had her in Japan the whole time we were looking for her." I argued.

Karena shook her head " I don't think Rama would hurt us though Mike. I don't believe she would forget us and try to kill our family." Karena sputtered a bit before shaking her head in denial.

" Karena if she has been raised by the Foot for nine years well…" I began.

Don cut me off " That is just it Mike. You are thinking of Rama like she is still your little girl, but she is not and you can't think of her like that. It is too dangerous" Don gave me a deeply pained regretful look. " To survive as long as she has means she had to become a Foot Soldier Mike anything Rama may have retained about being your daughter is dead and gone" Don sympathized " You have to let her go Mike because I have no doubt in my mind that she will kill us all if she is told to. She will even kill you Mike." Don sniffed and bowed his head looking away from me.

Leo sighed wearily " Then we have no choice but accept the fact that she is not Ramiela. That mutant turtle is our enemy" Leo declared.

I couldn't believe that. Didn't want to believe it. After all this time I had found Rama only to lose her. I was from here on in to look at her as my enemy who hated me and I should hate her.

Deep inside though I knew I couldn't do any of that. She was my daughter and she needed my help.

TBC

Lioness- Goddess: I intend to 'try' to post about twice a week on this and my other rewrite The Legacy while hopefully posting once a week on my one other story. So just be patient and you will learn what lies ahead as obviously you haven't read the original. A gratitude for your insight.

Reinbeauchaser: Sorry can't change the violence too much or it wouldn't be the dark fic that it is. When you walk through darkness there is one thing I have learned you are never truly alone. I swear though this is the last time I am going do this story though as it can depress me too. That is why doing the Legacy and Flights at the same time helps. It gives me a break from the darkness. Yea though I walk through the valley of shadows I will fear no evil…

A gratitude for your insight.