The Enemy

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Chapter Fourteen - Apology

Kirra:

Most of his injuries weren't that bad but where my sai had pierced his arm was bleeding profusely and I knew that it wouldn't ease up on its own. I decided to put a bandage around it to control some of the mess in the cells, after all once the turtles were dead we would have to clean up the prison hold and dried blood wasn't easy to scrub up.

I realized that I had quite a few weapons that would need cleaning as well, but I was glad to have the practice I had achieved, moving objects added an all new dimension to perfecting throwing skills. He had served a purpose for my work out, at the very least, proving even mouthy enemies had their uses.

He lay silent, his eyes shut hardly even moving as I gathered my shuriken counting them to insure he wasn't hiding one on him. I smirked a bit pleased to learn that he could, indeed, keep his mouth shut.

I strode over towards him and he opened one eye staring up at me, as he finally opened the other eye. I saw no hatred or animosity, which I fully expected to see, instead there was a deep sadness, pain an empty futility as if he accepted his demise and was only waiting patiently for it to arrive.

I smiled in some ways I like this much better then anger. For this response meant he was beaten and that I had won.

" My father is Sekora Yukio and you are my enemy. I don't know you and I don't want to know you. You mean nothing to me and I feel nothing for you" I explained simply, " Correct that I feel a great deal of hatred towards you for all your despicable lies" I amended, " I went easy on you this time but next time I promise I won't be so gentle." I assured him.

"Thanks for the warning" he muttered wearily.

I took him back to the cell in silence and placed him back in his place. I stepped back to admire my handiwork and as I did so something happened.

An image practically slammed into me full force, I backed up hitting into the bars of the cell as I swore that somehow the battered Michaelangelo gained his feet and suddenly grew to such an enormous size he seemed to overwhelm me.

I saw a younger me dart behind the one I knew to be Splinter, peeking around the rodent's legs with fear and concern.

" Daddy?" she asked as if she wasn't sure it was him.

" What are you doing out of bed Rama llama ding dong?" He inquired looking straight at my younger self with an eye ridged raised. His voice gentle and warm.

" She had a bad dream Michaelangelo, and she became upset, even more, when she could not find you. I found her crying on the couch quite upset and have been trying to calm her down ever since." Splinter replied as he reached out to rest a comforting hand on me.

My younger self came out from behind Splinter " Daddy hurt?"

" Oh I just need a few Band-Aids Rama. I'll be all right" he answered me as he reached out to tousle my short dark hair.

" kiss beter daddy?"

" Sure you can come kiss me better" he agreed kneeling down as I went up and wrapped thin arms about his neck to plant a slobbery kiss on his cheek.

" Thanks I feel so much better," he declared.

" Luvs you daddy"

Michaelangelo glanced towards his three brothers " Aren't I the luckiest turtle in the world?" he crowed, before saying " I love you too Rama."

I was breathing hard; I seemed trapped caught up in the image that played out in my mind as if I wasn't capable of anything then watching the event play out before my very eyes.

I opened and closed my eyes quickly staring at Michaelangelo trying to make sense out of what was going on, he looked so much like the battered bleeding turtle of the vision that I was suddenly not sure just who I was, or where I was, or what was even going on.

" I'm sorry daddy," I whispered feeling tears burning at my eyes threatening to spill out.

Mike jerked his head up " Rama" he whispered.

I felt something coming on, something that was larger then me and I knew nothing could stop it from coming on full force. I felt like screaming, as I whirled to get away and far from the turtles, in hopes by getting away from them, I could stop the inevitable.

I knew I had to get out now.

I couldn't stay any longer.

I bolted from the cell and the prison hold itself as if I was being chased by demons, and I might as well have been.

Michaelangelo:

Daddy, she called me daddy. Had Rama finally somehow connected me to her past, to her real family? Did she realize now who I was to her?

I couldn't believe what I had heard, but right away Don tried to take that small victory from me.

I wasn't going let him though, not after all I had gone through for I had believed all hope was gone there wasn't a chance, but this made me believe that just about any thing could be possible.

" Don't go reading too much into it Mike" Don cautioned.

" What Don, how can I read anything into I'm sorry daddy?" I demanded, " Something must have triggered for her." I insisted.

" I don't believe it she sounded almost the way she did when she was a little kid." Raph gasped shaking his head then he grinned, " Talk about freaked out, though."

Don sighed, " Of course she was freaked out she was suffering from a flashback remembering some time when she was a child. The flashback, not what she did to Mike, is what brought about her apology. Trust me she isn't sorry for hurting you Mike." Don stated, " She is probably only now starting to connect us to her past but I doubt she accepts what she is seeing. If she does accept what her memory is telling her she will only be placed in conflict with Yukio's programming" Don grimaced, " Course that could possibly mean she might let her guard down."

Raph grinned " Really Don? Oh, I hope so let it drop around me. Just once that is all I ask for."

" We could use it to our advantage." Leo admitted.

Don laughed bitterly " You guys don't seem to get it. Her guard might drop but she will still obey Yukio because she knows what will happen to her if she disobeys him. If she recalls too much" Don sighed and gave a sad shake of his head, "Well I sure wouldn't want to be in her position right now." He murmured.

" The way she acted she is becoming a weak link in a very strong chain Don, it might be our chance." Leo kept his voice very low, communicating more telepathically then speaking his thoughts.

Don glanced away " Either way she is going be very messed up when she is done. I doubt she will get the nerve up to disobey Yukio if she does she will hate herself and live in fear, if she doesn't obey him" Don paused " She will have to live with the fact that she tortured and killed her true family" Don grimaced a bit, " If Yukio decides to let her live, which I highly doubt, he will have a mentally disturbed basket case on his hands. Trust me the name psycho won't even begin to deal with her problems." He muttered " Would be like Yukio to do that and keep her as a memento of what he accomplished."

I groaned leaning against the wall.

Everyone seemed to want to use Rama for their own ends and desires. Yukio wanted to use her to kill us off, Leo wanted to use her to gain our freedom, but no one seemed to care what it would do to Rama.

No one worried over what Rama might want to decided or choose for herself, if she was given a choice in the matter. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair that everyone insisted on using her as a pawn in their schemes. A pawn, a throw away piece to get what you truly desired, an item to be sacrificed that was all Rama was when you got down to it.

She would pay and suffer the worst of all but everyone seemed quite okay with that, except for me and perhaps, to some small extent Don.

" How will she cope?" I asked worried about her.

" I don't know Mike" Don answered morosely, " Right now she is only starting to connect us to the family she once knew. How she will react is any ones guess. Personally, I am just glad that I don't have to be the one to deal with her in the aftermath of her decision."

Poor Rama.

What I wouldn't give to help ease her confusion and turmoil. It seemed we were only hurting each other, and that was the last thing I wanted.

I sighed and relaxed trying my best to ignore the pain I was in.

Who would have thought that those three little words said so soft and low could cause me to feel all warm and wonderful inside.

She had said the nicest thing she had said to any of us, since we were first brought here, memory induced or otherwise those three words were special.

I held tight to those words.

For me it meant that my daughter was still in there somewhere and I had to keep hoping and believing in her because right now, possibly more then ever, she needed some body on her side.

As long as there was life there was hope that much was true. We has hope and so did Rama.

I vowed then and there, no matter what to be there for Rama. To help her if I could, if she gave me a chance, I loved her too damn much to let her go. I realized now that I had made my choice for Rama, my own daughter over the rest of my family.

I didn't feel bad about the decision for I felt inside that it was the right thing to do.

TBC

Reinbeauchaser: Yes, Mike is basically hitting his head into a brick wall or so it might seem and keeps coming back for more. He has his work cut out for him into trying to reach his daughter. Meanwhile Rama's memory torture might have only begun. A gratitude for your insight.

Rat Queen Valarian: Never heard or seen Kingdom Hearts Chain of Memories. For Rama she has been so brainwashed by Yukio that accepting the validity of her memories is not an easy thing to do, but at the same time she can't make sense of everything her memory is telling her. Keeping her in constant conflict over who is being truthful. A gratitude for your insight.

Lunar Ninja: No doubt on those images coming Rama/Kirra no longer has much choice in that matter but what they do to Rama is something else again And of course I admit to mocking you I have to mock somebody after all. A gratitude for your insight.