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Karai Pov
Raphael lead me into his bedroom, locking the door behind us. Slowly, I walked over to his bed and sat down, watching my future brother-in-law carefully as he pulled out a chair from behind his desk and sat down on it, backwards. I don't exactly know what I'm doing in here, just that Raphael said he needed to talk to me.
"Things aren't getting any better between you and Leo, are they?" It's scary how powerful that question is.
Tears spring down from my eyes, just as they did earlier. The feeling of humiliation takes over my body, and I feel so pathetic as Raphael stands up and walks over to me. He sits next to me on the bed, wrapping his arms around me. "Shh...it's okay, you're alright, everything is okay." My arms bend at the elbow under his, and my hands grip his shoulders tightly as I bury my crying face in the crook of his neck. Raphael's right arm is wrapped around my back protectively, and his left hand pets my hair in a soothing way. "You're okay, Karai, just let it all out." His voice is so soft, so calming, peaceful.
Is this wrong? To be crying into my fiancés brother's shoulder, to be sitting in a comfortable embrace while my lover is crying downstairs in the kitchen with no one to comfort him? I can't even tell anymore, I feel like I'm walking around with a blindfold.
"I can't do this anymore, Raphael." I sob into his warm body. He doesn't pull away from me to meet my glance, Raph keeps me held in his arms, lifting me up a bit so I'm sitting on his lap. If Leonardo-or anyone else-were to walk in right now, I'd be beyond embarrassed. I can only imagine how this would look, me sitting on Raphael's lap, my face buried in his neck, his arm wrapped around me, stroking my hair as I cry my eyes dry. But, because no one else is here, I am not ashamed. This feels good, because it's an act of kindness, friendship, nothing romantic. Neither one of us would even think about cheating on our significant others.
"I know, and you don't have to. You and Leonardo are fine again, I saw how close you two were this morning, things are getting better for you guys." I shake my head and pull back a bit, but not much. Raphael strong arms are still wrapped around my middle, and I'm still sitting on his lap, but I'm looking him in the eyes now, trying to collect the words gathering in my head.
"No. Nothing is getting better. We just took it easy last night and this morning. After Leo came home, though, we talked. And I told him about how I knew my father was coming... He's mad at me for not telling him." I explain with a small voice. I feel so weak. So vulnerable.
A scowl appears on Raphael's face as he processes my words. "That's bullshit, you did nothing wrong. You just didn't want Leonardo to worry. Even if you did tell him, nothing would've changed. The Shredder is a very deadly man, he will go to no extent to get what he wants; he would've found to two either way, and something tells me that if you'd had put up a fight, the outcome would've been much more fatal. I can't tell you how lucky the two of you are to have lived. Though I am very upset about your daughters death, I am so glad that it wasn't you are Leonardo." Raphael..his words are so convincing. He knows how to change your perspective of things.
It's kinda weird to think about. I mean, Raphael just had this, this thing to him. Like, for instance, if you had just come inside for the day with the sun in the sky, barely a cloud insight, and then Raphael told you it was raining, you'd have to run to a window just to check.
Needless to say, I believe Raphael completely. He's one of the most trustworthy people I know. Well, probably one of the only two I know. There's him, and then Leonardo.
"You should be a lawyer." I say playfully. Raphael chuckles. "Actually, I think that'd be a pretty easy job. You should go get some sleep, it's been a long day for us all, I think. Also, Leo may need some company." I nod, sliding off of Raphael.
The two of us stand up, pulling each other into yet another embrace. Raphael presses a kiss to the crown of my head, and I smile. "You're a tough girl, don't let anyone change that."
I smirk as I pull back. "I won't. I promise."
Leonardo Pov
I lay in bed, staring out at the wall four feet in front of me, with a dead look in my eyes. My side of the bed is the one furthest from the door, so I can't see who it is that comes in when it gets opened, though, I already know.
Karai.
The girl who claims to love me, the woman I'm supposed to marry. I don't even know if there's an us anymore, let alone a future wedding. Her and Raphael left me in the kitchen alone, with shards of glass surrounding me. Raph said he had something to tell her, and I wonder what it was. Probably nothing, he probably just wanted to get her alone, I'm almost positive Karai is cheating on me with my brother, why wouldn't she? Raphael is handsome, hot, he's a bad boy, daring and brave. He isn't selfish, not at all, he's give up anything and everything for the ones he loves. So why would Karai waste her time with me when she could have my brother? I guess the only thing in her way is Mona.
I feel the bed shift as Karai plops down onto it. I can hear the sound of clothes being dropped onto the ground, probably her shirt and jeans. Karai almost always sleeps in nothing but her bra and panties, whilst I sleep in pajama pants, no shirt. The bed stirs again as Karai lays down next to me, wrapping her thin, delicate arms around my waist, rest her head on my shoulder. "I love you." She murmurs.
"Don't." I order in a firm voice. "Don't even, Karai."
Silence fills the air, and I can sense Karai's uneasiness. She's confused, I know she is. "Don't what?"
I'm not going to waste time with this. I know that Karai's cheating on me, and I'm going to put that out there. "Don't cheat on me with my brother and then come in here and say you love me."
Karai lets go of me, getting up. She walks over to the light switch, lighting up the room instantly. I sit up and watch as she pulls a tank top and pair of jean shorts out of her drawer, putting them on and then opening my drawer. She grabs a pair of my jeans and one of my jackets out, throwing them at me from across the room. I catch them, holding them in my arms as I stare at Karai with wide eyes. "What the hell?"
Karai opens up the closet and takes out her grey GAP sweatshirt. Sliding it on, she walks towards the door. "Get dressed, I'll be in the car.
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I stand, looking out at the city around me. It's 12 am, and Karai dragged me all the way out onto a high rise. Not just any high rise, of course, it's our high rise. The one we met up on last year. Last year..it's been so long since I first met her.
"What are we doing out here, Karai?" I'm tired, I just want some sleep. I'm not in the mood for this bullshit.
"We're going to steal that Katana." Karai says, pointing to the one in the window of the museum. The one she asked me to steal with her back when we met.
"No, no, we are not." What on earth is she thinking? We've adopted normal lives, both of us, normal people don't just steal ancient weaponry when they're fighting in the dead of night.
Karai walks towards me, standing close, but not as close as she often would. "You once told me that if you could go back, you'd steal the sword with me, because you love me and want to make me happy. If you steal it with me, I'll know that you love me. But, if you don't, if you choose to walk away, I'll know that you don't."
I shake my head, this is crazy. You can't just determine someone's love by whether or not they steal a sword with you. "No, Karai, we are not stealing that sword. We're going home and then to bed. We'll talk in the morning."
"You're so demanding, ya know that? You think that you can control everyone, that we're nothing but your followers. So then, when we 'step out of line', you freak out and start yelling! Do you know why I asked you to steal that sword with me last year?" I smirk, she thinks this is a game. Tch. "No, I don't know why."
Karai takes a step back and turns around, walking to the edge of the building, standing on the corner and looking down into the window below, at the Katana.
I take a few steps towards Karai, but still standing back a bit. "When I was growing up, I was taught that when you liked someone, you had to test their love for you, you had to give them a challenge. If they went through with it with you, then they liked you back, if they didn't, then they don't like you. That's why I asked you to steal that sword with me. I knew that if you liked me as much as I liked you, then you would help me. I was clearly wrong." Karai pauses for a second, turning back around to face me. "Lately, I've been questioning your love for me, and I decided I'd try again. So, Leonardo, will you steal that Katana with me?"
Our eyes lock. She isn't cheating on me, I know that now. She isn't crazy, she's just in love. With me. And I'm in love with her.
I walk forward, holding her face in my hands. She leans into them, smiling at me greatly. Karai's hands hold onto each other, meeting behind me back. I move one of my hands behind her neck, but the other stays, caressing her cheek. "I never stopped loving you, I always have, and I always will. Last year I was a fool for not stealing that with you, I should've. I really should've. And just now, I'm a fool because I made you think I didn't love you. That's not it, though, because I do. I love you more anything in this world. Nothing can ever change that." I bring my lips to Karai's, kissing her softly.
As we pull apart, Karai asks me a question, a question that I finally know the answer to. "Do you wanna steal that sword with me, Leonardo DaVinci Hamato?"
I smirk down at my fiancé. "Of course I do, Karai Yuuko Oroku."
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Karai pulls a bobby pin out of her hair and bends it back. She then picks the lock on the back door of the museum, while I keep watch. Both of us have hoods on, and Karai collected two pairs of dark gloves out of her car. "Got it." Karai whispered. Taking one last look up and down the alleyway, I ran back over to Karai, who opened the door and walked in. We each took out a flash light, turning them on.
Karai took lead, while I trailed behind her, looking around to make sure no one was in sight. Once again, we were alone.
The two of us dashed up the stairs, and eventually, we were standing face to face the legendary katana itself. "The sword of Miyamoto Musashi." I murmur in awe. It's beautiful, perfect, and mine. Ours.
"Incorrect." Karai says as she lifts the glass case off, taking the Katana and placing it in my open palms. "It's the sword of Leonardo and Karai Hamato." Karai's lips meet mine, and a smile forms on my lips. No more fighting for us. Ever.
Raphael Pov
Me and Donnie sit in the living room together, planning out house arrangements for North Carolina. We talked to Dad about it, and he doesn't mind the idea. Actually, him and Claire are planning on holding their wedding there, which will be amazing.
"Okay, so all of us are inviting our girlfriends, so that's right people already. Then there's dad, Claire, and Jake. So 11 people. How are we gonna do this?" I ask.
Donatello taps a pen against his mouth, thinking rather deeply about it, before widening his eyes. "Okay, we'll get two houses. You, Mona, Leo and Karai will share a house, and then Me, April, Mikey, Kala, Dad and Claire, and Jake will all share house?" I clap my hands together. "That's perfect, let's do that!"
Donatello smiles. "I'll buy two houses neighboring each other then."
Grinning, I turn my attention to the news just as an interesting story comes up. The headline reads, "Sword of Miyamoto Musashi Stolen from the MIA." Miyamoto Musashi...where have I heard that before? Wait, that was the sword Leonardo was obsessed with when we were younger. "LEO! LEO, GET DOWN HERE!" I call for my older brother as I turn the volume up on the tv and pause it.
Quickly, Leonardo and Karai are standing behind me, both wearing tired, fed up expressions. "Yes?"
"Watch this." I say as I unpause the program.
"This is Carlos Chang O'Brian of Channel 6 News. Last night the sword of Miyamoto Musashi was stolen from the Manhattan Institution of Arts. No fingers prints were found on the glass case protecting the ancient weapon, though this clip was caught on surveillance cameras." The screen cuts away from the reporter, instead showing two figures racing up from the stairs of the museum, and heading strait over to the sword. There isn't any sound, as there often isn't on surveillance cameras, though it does look as if the two people may be speaking to one another. Neither faces are clear, both are well hidden under hoods, and masks are tied around their eyes. One looks lighter than the other, the one the male is wearing.
The female hands the male the sword, and almost immediately after, kisses him.
I turn the TV off immediately after that, and both me and Donatello stare up at our older brother and fiancé, who are exchanging smirks. "You two stole that sword, didn't ya?"
"Yes, and it was totally worth it." Leonardo says with a smirk. I watch as he grabs Karai's hand and walks her into the kitchen, Karai leaning her head on his shoulder.
Donatello shook his head in annoyance with Leonardo and Karai. But I don't care if they stole an ancient Japanese artifact, as long as they're getting back on track, then I'm happy.