Malaya walked down the stairs as she noticed Leonardo still fast asleep on the couch as the blue light from the TV washed over his olive skin. His arm draped over the side of the cushions, as a blanket lay between his legs, as his fist clenched around the soft fabric. She placed a hand to his forehead as his hold on the blanket loosened. She smiled, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders as her hand slowly ran down his muscular toned arm. She stopped, letting the smile slowly fade from her face as she looked around the large dark room.
She was always an early riser. Her morning routine was usually going to the training room in the temple before any younglings got there for their teachings. She smiled to herself remembering Yoda breaking her out of her concentration as the steady rap of his walking stick hit the hardwood flooring.
She felt something ripple in the Force as it called her to a far room behind the couch were Leonardo slept. She furrowed her brow walking towards the pull of the Force as she ran her hand along the bricks of the alcove. She pushed the wooden door open as it slid to the side. She watched it go as she turned her attention back into the large room she stepped into. It smelt of musk and candles as she stepped over the threshold. The familiar feelings of home and the temple washing over her senses as she closed her eyes welcoming them into her body.
She looked behind her for a moment, seeing if anyone was around as she walked to the center of the bamboo matted floor. She took her boots off, placing them off the mat as she bent down, touching the top of her feet, running her hands up her leather covered legs, to the back of her knees as she bent them, sliding her feet across the floor as her legs split under her. She brought her hands above her head in a breath and back down, in front of her as she stretched them out, letting her chest down as it pressed against the floor. She pushed herself up, bringing in her legs as she went back to her feet.
She smiled to herself as she brought her hands above her head again slowly, taking in a deep breath and releasing it through her nose bringing her hands to her side. She moved through her katas gracefully with years of training and skill behind them, remembering them without stumble or falter from being embedded into her mind. She felt someone walk through the door as she opened her eyes slowly focusing on Splinter as he bowed his head towards her. She smiled and did the same.
"Good-morning Master." She said with a happier tone than used the night before.
"You spelt well?"
"Oh yes, Leonardo's bed is rather comfortable." Splinter nodded his head moving in the middle of the room.
"Would you mind if I joined you?"
"Oh no Master, not at all." She said with a bow. He fell into his stance as his hands moved gracefully around his body. His legs shoulder length apart as his knees bent, eyes closed. His slow rhythmic breathing was soothing as she mimicked his movements.
"You're very well trained." He said opening an eye as he watched her movements out of the corner of it. She sighed with her eyes remaining closed.
"Thank you Master." She smiled.
"Leonardo. Come in, join us." Splinter said with his back towards the door as Leonardo stood in the door way. He had to of been standing in a silent state of awe for minuets, watching Malaya in her beautiful movements. She moved in the same graceful as his Master. His eyes slowly wondered her body, as her leather uniform clung to it like a second skin. He felt a warmth grow across his face as his eyes moved to her chest, and arms. He brought his eyes up and down her beautiful form as his name brought him out of his stare.
"Thank you Sensei." He said stepping away from his bewilderment and into the room.
"You two may finish. I believe it is time for my stories." Splinter said leaning on his walking stick with a pat on Leonardo's shoulder as he left. Malaya smiled towards him, bringing her eyes over at Leonardo's.
"You're very good." He said as he walked over to the wall which held various weapons. He slid a leather strap up his muscular arm and onto his strong shoulder as he picked up twin blades from their hold. He examined them for a moment before placing them in their hold on his shell. She smiled watching him as his hand moved up his arm, the leather making a beautiful noise as he clenched it in his strong hands. He turned towards her as she shook out of her daze meeting his eyes.
"Thank you, I've been doing it for awhile." She shrugged. Leo nodded. He took his katanas from his strap. He threw the handle in the air a little catching the blade in his hand as the handle pointed towards her.
"Have you used one of these before?"
"It's seems to be similar to my lightsaber." She said taking the hilt and twisting it in her grasp. Leonardo nodded his head.
"Mind some sparing?" He asked as he watched her admire his blade.
"Not at all. Just, we usually use training sabers and these seem dangerous?"
"Not if you know what you're doing with them." He smirked.
"Exactly my point, I don't want you harm you." He raised an eye ridge to this. Harm? Me? Is she joking? These are my weapons. He tried to push away the laugh that rose in his throat and shook his head.
"You won't. Believe me." He said walking past her and taking a stance. She turned towards him raising a brow of her own as a small smile played across her face.This boy is similar to Kenobi when he was younger. She tried to hide her giggled as she took a stance before him. "Something funny?" He asked as she shook her head.
"No, just remembered a friend is all. Ready?" He nodded his head as she smirked twisting the katana in her hand as he watched her carefully. She could feel his loose attitude around him, but it felt calming and reassuring to her that she wasn't going to get harmed, not that he could.
She cut off the space between them as she crashed the katana down on Leonardo's shoulder. He caught it with his own blade before it came in contact with his olive skin. He pushed her away from him in one swift movement. She barely stumbled as she flipped backwards, spinning her body to kick him across the face as he came at her from behind. He flipped back from the kick as he landed on a knee, bracing himself as he rose twisting the blade with his wrist in a circle as his side. She could tell her was very well trained.
He went at her again as she moved back, their blades crashing against one another as he moved into her, having her back press against the dojo wall. She braced her arms as they shook from his strength pushing down on her. She bent her back as she lifted her leg kicking him in the shell as he toppled forward into a summersault, turning quickly as they both regained their balance.
"Impressive." She said in a breath. He smirked a little.
"I should say the same."
"You should." She said going at him again. She flipped over his head as she kicked his legs out from under him placing the tip of the blade to his throat. He looked up at her in shock as she smiled. "Never been kicked off your feet by a woman I'm guessing from the state of shock on your face?" She chuckled as she extended her hand for him to take it.
Michelangelo walked into the dojo as he stopped looking at Malaya hovering over his older brother with his blade at his neck. He narrowed his eyes taking out his chucks as Leonardo held up a hand.
"No, Mikey I'm alright. We were sparring."
"Whoa…you were able to drop Leo?! That like, never happens!"
"It's happened Mikey." Leo said leaning up on his elbows.
"Yeah when Raph is like super-duper pissed. Which really isn't all that rare but I mean, gez, you're pretty good dudette." He said going over to the weights. Malaya smirked pulling Leo to his feet with little effort.
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" Leo asked as she handed him back his katana.
"My Master Yoda. He's a top level Jedi Master. Along with Master Windu, they are the top of the council. Myself and my friend Obi-Wan have trained all our lives with them with the Force." She smiled pushing her dark hair from her face.
"The Force?" Mikey asked as Malaya nodded her head.
"Yes, it is a sense of knowing everything around you, being apart of it and feeling it within yourself. Its created by midi-cholorians that reside in my cells, and help me communicate with the Force. They are symbionts with all living things and without them, life wouldn't exist. As a Jedi you are trained to quiet your mind and listen to the midi-cholorians, let them tell you the will of the Force." She said as Mikey raised an eye ridge to her.
"Donnie!" He yelled as she tilted her head slightly looking at Leo who shrugged.
"It's like meditating." He said as she smiled.
"You've meditated before?" He smirked along with her.
"Once or twice." He said in a chuckle.
Donnie walked into the room as Mikey put down his weights and walked towards his older, smarty brother.
"Repeat all that junk about cells and symbionts." Mikey said as she smirked.
"I was trying to tell your brother what the Force is." She shrugged. "He didn't seem to grasp the concept as easily as…"
"Mikey doesn't grasp anything easily." Donnie said holding up a hand. "But, for giggles can you please tell me?" She sighed and repeated her explination as Donnie nodded his head.
"That explains why your blood work came out weird."
"Weird?" She repeated as he nodded his head.
"There was a high count of…those mid things and I had no idea what…"
"Yes, I have the highest count in my class range. That is, beside from Anakin Skywalker." She smirked. "My friend Obi-Wan's apprentice."
"You have apprentices?" Leo asked. She nodded her head with a smile.
"Yes, I myself do not. I was actually hoping to get one once my trip was finished but, we all know how wonderful that turned out." She sighed rolling her eyes.
"You keep mentioning this Obi-Wan dude, you hung up on him or something?" Mikey asked as she raised an eye ridge."
"I don't…um…It's not like that." She said with a nervous chuckle. "We're friends, grew up together, he's not…We're friends."
"Sounds it." Mikey said as he walked out of the dojo.
"Excuse my brother, we believe he was dropped on his head as a child." Donnie said as she covered her mouth from a laugh.
