Author: Mike
Fandom: Crossover of Kung Fu:The Legend Continues and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Rating: M
Status: Complete
E-mail Address For Feedback: Kung Fu-The Legend Continues and its characters belong to Ed Spielman, Michael Sloan, and Warner Brothers. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and its characters belong to Kevin Eastman, Peter Laird, New Line Cinema, Golden Harvest. I have made no profit on this story.
Notes: This is a crossover of KFTLC/TMNT. In KFTLC, it takes place between "A Shaolin Christmas" and "Requiem". In TMNT, it takes place between "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III" and "Ninja Turtles: The New(or Next) Generation"
Summary: The Foot Clan is taking over Chinatown and Bon Bon Hai isn't too happy about it. The Sing Wah, led by Damon, decide to declare war on the Foot Clan in New York City. If the gang-war escalates, the innocent citizens could be caught in the middle.
Peter is assigned as a liaison to Chief Sterns' precinct; Splinter asks Caine to help the Turtles and the Foot defeat their new enemy, Sing Wah. Unfortunately, an old enemy of the Caine family casts a lust spell on Peter and April, which could ruin everything.
Warnings: Contains strong language, intense violence, gore, suggestive sexual content.
---Brooklyn, New York--
It was late, close to midnight. The full moon illuminated the cloudless night sky. Master Tatsu stood in a warehouse. It was vacant several months ago, but he and his agents had made into a workout gym. This was one of the secondary locations for the Foot Clan to regroup. He has just finished his demonstration of board breaking.
Tatsu was a bald man in his thirties, a warrior of Japanese descent. He wore an aikido-type garment. He rarely spoke, unless it was to his superior. But around his men, the most they'd get was a grunt to show approval or displeasure. His actions usually spoke for themselves, anyway.
He stared at his students, the new recruits he had obtained from the streets, slums, and crack-houses. They numbered to about 300 strong. All young men and women.
He grunted, then addressed the room. "Nggh! You are all ninja. You must kill at the first attack! Attack first. Take. Vanish. To fail is to die!" He permitted himself a slight smile. "I have been watching you all. You are.. ready."
They weren't like true ninja of old, but they came pretty close to the real thing. He snarled his displeasure at the subject at hand, however. "Our defeat at the hands of the Turtles was merely a delay. We will crush them! They must not be allowed to live for this defiance. But first, we have other plans. We must show the world that we are a force to be feared!"
A laugh was heard near the back of the room. A chuckle, perhaps a snicker. He muttered in his Asian voice, "Yes.. I am sure the Turtles are quaking in their beds.. ha."
A few of the black-clad students gazed at the newcomer, then slowly stepped away from him. They didn't want to be anywhere near the fool when his body parts would be scattered all over the floor. Especially because the walls held so many instruments of death.
However, Tatsu heard it. Whether it was meant to be heard or not, the balding master did not take mockery lightly. He picked up a staff. "Who dares to laugh? WHO!"
The guilty student walked forward, smiling under his bug-eyed mask as everyone stepped aside. He was dressed in a black-hooded cloak which draped over his Foot uniform. His body was well toned under the suit, he had an athletic build. He walked forward with a certain grace, as if he was gliding across the plywood floor.
There was no nervousness or fear as he approached. One thing was sure, this was no mere student from the streets. He kept moving till he was a couple feet away from the teacher.
Tatsu stared evenly at him, holding the staff in both hands. "No fear of the master! You are not afraid of death, student?"
The man answered in a stern yet calm voice. "No. I am not."
"Why not?" Tatsu was confused. Obviously, this upstart needed to to be reminded of his place! Perhaps a lesson was in order. The kind that would be remembered for a long time.
The man laughed once again. "Why should I fear you? The cursed Turtles and there rodent master beat you in one night. Even the two mutants of ours was beaten! And a year later, you failed yet again! The mutant turtles were victorious once more.. as usual."
Tatsu growled, gritting his teeth in anger. "I warn you now, student.."
The man snickered, his voice seemed to be that of a young boy. "The Foot Clan has been a joke! You are right, Tatsu. We must regain control. We should talk in private. But there is a problem with your leadership of this clan. Where is Master Shredder, what happened to Saki? I wonder what has become of him. Does anybody know?"
Tatsu shook his head, as the others murmured in reverence to the name of their fallen master. "No. I think he died. Although no body was recovered, it is likely that he perished under the pier."
"No, he is very much alive! As surely as I stand here, Oroku Saki still lives." He saw the disbelief in Tatsu's eyes. "I shall bring him to you shortly.. that is, if you will permit me. But for now.. I challenge you to combat! If I win, I shall lead the Foot. You may be my second in command, if I allow you to live."
Tatsu laughed at that. Very rarely did he find reason to be amused, but this idiot would suffice.. until he died, which would be in a very short time from now. "And if I win! What do I gain"
The man paused. "You kill me here and now for my insolence. Of course that will also mean that the Shredder's location will be lost forever.."
"But.." Tatsu looked bewildered. Yes, he would kill this man. But he wanted answers, before the foolish boy's manner infuriated him into making a mess of him all over the gym.
"Are YOU afraid?" He laughed. "Well, well. Master Totari Tatsu, in fear of a simple fight to the death! Perhaps your niece will be a better challenge, after I have satisfied myself with her in bed-"
"DIE!" That was it. Tatsu rushed at him, swinging the bo staff in an overhead strike to the head.
The student caught it with one hand.. then struck it with his other palm.
Tatsu stared in surprise as the staff was broken in two pieces. He growled, throwing it down. He withdrew a a dagger from his robe and threw it towards the opponent.
He quickly caught it in his left hand, then fling it into one of the walls. "Is that your best?"
"Nggh! You will pay now!" The master grabbed a sword from the weapon rack. He charged the enemy, yelling in anger at him.
The man now held a metal bo staff. He stood calmly, waiting for the assault to come. And it did. He easily deflected all of Tatsu's attacks. Also, he did not seem to be breaking much of a sweat doing it.
Tatsu was becoming quite frustrated.. and it was showing. Not one attack had gotten through! Every technique was blocked, defected, sidestepped, or countered. No matter what he did, it was proven to be unsuccessful.
Finally, the student found an opening. And like any student of the ninja arts, he exploited it. He thrust his foot to the side of Tatsu's knee, resulting in a loud crack.
"Arrgghhh!" The bald man yelled out in pain, falling on his side. He held his hands on the injury, breathing hard through his teeth. "You.. you dare.."
The man placed his foot on Tatsu's chest, pinning him to the mat. He then pointed the metal bo close to his neck. Dangerously close. "It would seem that the victory is mine. Move.. and you will die."
Tatsu couldn't believe it. This was impossible! The stranger was too fast, too skilled. Too perfect! If he didn't know any better, he would swear he had fought a master, not a student. But the technique was somehow very similar. He coughed, managing to say, "Who are you.. where? Your.. your moves are-"
"-are that of a master," The man interrupted. "Do you yield to me? Do you surrender your authority!"
Tatsu nodded. "Hai. If my life is to be spared."
"It is. If you accept." The man knew that it would end this way.
"Yes!" Tatsu nodded very quickly, bowing his head. "Yes, I concede to your rule. You.. you have command."
"Good." He reached for Tatsu's hand and easily helped him to his feet. "Then you will hold your previous rank. The high status of Lieutenant. My captain of the Foot, second only to me."
"What? You say, your...captain? I do not understand." Tatsu was a bit confused. But.. it couldn't be! "Wait.. no, perhaps I did not hear you correctly. But if so.. then, that would mean..."
"Yes," the man said, speaking in his normal voice, that of a man about 35 years of age. He pulled his mask off, revealing his true identity. His face had three scars on the right cheek, inflicted by the pet rat of his rival.
Tatsu stared in astonishment. This was good news, indeed. "You.. it is true, then. Master!"
The master said, "Yes. I am Oroku Saki. Master Shredder!" He motioned to the Foot soldiers. "You are all dismissed. Leave!"
They panicked, yet with slight smiles, filing out of the room.
Tatsu looked at his leader. "Master. If I may ask.. how did you survive?"
Shredder smirked. "As you know, the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. As you said, my body was not found. The pier fell on me when I was mutated. I could not die in that state. However, the impact reverted me back to my natural form, that which you see now."
Tatsu exclaimed, "But that was six months ago!"
Shredder agreed, "Yes, that is correct. I was in the hospital during that time, recovering. I used an alias, therefore the authorities still believe me to be dead. As do my.. other enemies. Before I revealed myself to my allies again, I wished to observe potential territories for takeover."
"And did you find any locations to be.. suitable for our expansion?" Tatsu asked.
Shredder replied. "Chinatown. There are a few shops from which we can obtain wealth. Let us try the Golden Dragon. Destroy everything! While this is done tonight, I will be creating my old garment of the Shredder."
Tatsu asked him then, concerned, "What about the Turtles? It should be anticipated that they will discover your return. They are also ninja, so it will only be a matter of time before they sense your ki. And if they do not, their master will."
Shredder shrugged it off. "We will worry about them when the time comes. We don't know of their new location, so we will use our attack to lure them out of hiding. What do you know of Chinatown? Any threats to the clan?"
Tatsu thought for a moment. "It has a protector, a master of the kung fu arts, a follower of the Shambhala disciplines. A Shaolin priest.."
Shredder laughed at that. "Ha! A priest? Do not fear those old men! They are nothing to me. They do not fight until it is too late. Pacifist fools! What of the rival tongs? What do you know of the syndicates?"
Tatsu explained, "The Zhao Tong moved out. But there is a new sect that took their place. Led by some.. Chinese gangster.. Bon Bon Hai. We believe he is called, 'The Tiger.' He disappeared last year for mysterious reasons, with no trace. But he returned after a short time."
"Yes. Bon Bon Hai, I have heard of him." Shredder nodded in recognition. "Very powerful in the criminal underworld, a great ally or enemy. But the Foot Clan can deal with him if he turns against us."
"Shall I prepare the men for the attack?" Tatsu asked him.
Shredder agreed, "Yes! Gather fifteen of your best fighters. Take them to the Golden Dragon in a few weeks. I believe that would be sufficient time for your injury to heal. Then.. make the attack! Do not fail me."
"Yes, master! It will be done." Tatsu bowed, then turned to the door. He limped out of the room, gasping in pain.
"Yes.." Shredder smiled evilly at this, alone to himself. He would gain power in nnumbers. The Foot Clan would rise again. And when the time came, he would get his revenge! Again..