Concealed

Chpt. 5

Karai stepped out of her brother's room as soon as he fell asleep. Her mind reeling as she marched to her destination. She stepped into the dojo, slamming the door shut behind her to alert everyone to stay out.

"Father," she snarled looking at him sitting on the floor meditating, his eyes airily meeting his daughter's,"What were you thinking? Leonardo is still a child, you shouldn't have set him up against your personal guards, you should have used an elite! Are you trying to murder your own son?"

Without saying anything her father stood up, the back of his hand slamming into her face making her hit the floor hard.

"Leonardo needs to learn what true warriors are if he wishes to serve me," her father snapped, ''And you need to learn your place to speak, Karai!"

Karai watched him walk out of the room, leaving her sighing she should of known her anger would get her into nothing but trouble. But she couldn't help it, Leonardo meant so much to her he was practically her son, she didn't like to see him get hurt.

...

Raph snarled pushing himself harder through the katas, it had been awhile since he felt so determined to take some one down, but it was different then last time, he wanted to kill this boy.

He pushed himself harder as images of him walking into the lair his brothers dead on the ground his master's head gone, the boy in the center of the room smiling. Their eyes meet, the smile broadens his sword slashes before he can react shoving through his chest, blood leaking from his mouth the boy scoffing whispering 'tisk tisk'. His knees crash to the floor blood pooling down leaking into the proud Leonardo's shoes.

'You should not have betrayed my master,' he says airily the smile fading as he shakes his head, 'I can't help but pity you, baboon...'

With that all goes black and he is back in the dojo his breathing hard. Even in his fantasies that he is supposed to be victor the boy is. He snarls louder pushing himself harder ignoring the pain from his arm. He would not let that happen, the boy's head is his not the other way around.

..

Leonardo yawned lightly raising himself from the bed his sister sleeping soundly on the opposite side of him. He shook his head, some things never changed, the only place his sister ever slept was on the other side of him never once when they were young did they have their own beds. Silently he slid off the side of the bed, stretching as he headed for the door, stopping for a few seconds to make certain he was the only one up then continued on his way.

His joints creeked and moaned gently as he walked but he didn't mind, he was sick of staying in bed already.

...

Raph's fist locked with the head of some unfortunate PD, blood splashing from his newly broken nose as hit the ground Raph's foot locking with another's ribs, smirking as he slammed into the wall. His friend Casey shaking his head thanking fate that he hadn't ended up a street thug.

"Damn, I thought you had anger problems before," he smirked watching Raph slam two punks heads together then jump kicking another to the ground,"What's up with you tonight? You haven't let me have any fun..."

"It's this damn fucking foot lackey!" he snarled watching the other PDs running off and not caring,"I haven't gotten the little bitch out of my head yet..."

Raph rolled his eyes and braced himself when he saw Casey put his hand under his chin in deep thought of the situation and then said in a matter of fact way,"I believe your in love my friend, love is a tricky thing, a lone ninja turtle and a most likely better then you smoken hot foot ninja. It's pure poetry."

Raph had to subdue his urge to beat the life out of Casey but instead took his anger out on the wall leaving a crater in it as he pulled it out of the wall and his eyes glaring at Casey (who sensing danger backed up).

"Why the hell do you idiots keep thinking I'm trying to screw this guy? How could I possibly get a hard on for a cocky, self absorbed, arrogant punk like Leonardo Oroku!" each syllable his voice steadily increased and with each word his fist hit the wall harder,"And why does every one assume he's better then me? Can't someone think I'm too good for him?"

"The billinare's son?" Casey said shaking his head ignoring his last out burst, Raph's eyes fully locked on him he didn't expect someone who only really watches Jerry Springer to know of him.

"You know him?" Raph questioned raising his eye brow, Casey rolling his eyes.

"Of course I know him, well not personally but every one has to know rich people, I mean how dense do you have to be not to know someone who has that much money?"

Raph sighed leaning against the wall. How did April like this guy? He was so dumb he made Mike look smart, but while he was on this subject, why did he like this guy so much?

"Come on Raph, let's not worry about some pretty rich kid, let's go have some fun, how bout it?" he smiled sliding on his mask his baseball bat rested on top of his arm.

Raph sighed tightening his grip on his sais, maybe the reason he the reason he hung out with this guy was another of life's mysteries.

...

"-don't start that again-"

"-every single night I come here-"

"-I need a smoke-"

All the voices in the bar blended together nicely in Leonardo's mind, but he wasn't here the same reason they were here. They were here because they had no control in their worthless lives and needed to unwind. He was here to find a challenge. It was true that anyone he found here would be unhonorable but that was the beauty of it, he could kill them and no one would notice a difference. He ran into this habit of waiting in bars for a worthy opponent a while back when he no longer found worthy challenges from the missions his master sent him on and he needed a way to celebrate himself becoming an elite, a worthy opponent was the perfect way. The battle field was the only place he felt at ease, it was easily explained why he would come here for that reason.

''-fifty bucks I could defeat you, I learned Karate from the best-"

He was too easy to reveal he knew how to fight, so he was a beginner, a master never brags unless he is in the face of battle against some one unworthy to be his opponent.

''-Six monthes in the Purple Dragons and you already think ya better then us-"

He rolled his eyes, Purple Dragons were not only unhonorable, but they were nothing without their guns. Besides, one thing he learned they only joined the Purple Dragons if they were sex or drug addicts. It was no mystery that they were the ones smuggling the drugs in New York and they were the ones running the local sex shops. It all equalled up to cowards who wanted power, he wanted a fight, he wasn't blood thirsty.

"-Yeah, I was the one who started that prision break, you should be kissing my ass-"

Maybe, if he couldn't find better. One thing he had to love about criminals who just got out of prisons their fights were interesting.

"-I need you to get me out of here tonight, I committed murder-"

Yeah, so has every one here, why are you the only one worried about it? he thought shaking his head.

"-I killed him without even breaking a sweat, but I did stain my blade."

That was all he needed to hear to get interested. Blade was not as common of a word as you would think in a dirty bar full of criminals. Most liked to brag they murdered with their bare hands, their was only two options who this person was, he was either apart of the foot or one of their main rivals. He had taken down nearly all of the ninja clans in New York and the rest were in Japan, so that only left the Crimson Steal. They started up a few months ago and were at truce with the foot but that didn't stop him from picking fights with them, him and his father knew perfectly well they were doing things behind their backs anyway, so why not pick a few off in fair battles to see who has the best warriors?

"-Humph. You are such a show off. Killing isn't something to brag about, its just a criteria."

Bingo. He knew who he was going to be challenging. Only an expert at the art no longer cared about killing, it was just something they did.

His eyes scanned over to an older man with slender muscles and two many scars to count on his tan skin. He smirked, it was almost sad when he had to go looking for a challenge. Their eyes locked as he sat in the stool next to him and didn't take the other long to realize he was a challenger.

"Let me guess, foot clan?" he whispered smoke fluttering from his mouth as he exhaled, flicking the cigarette out into the ash tray. Leonardo said nothing just smiled, his eyes moving to the sword pressed against his hip.

"Just by the way you move boy, I can tell your from that damned clan, your too civilized to be apart of the Purple Dragons, its been too long since the last time I got to fight an actually skilled warrior," he whispered lighting up another smoke.

"Crimson Steal?" Leonardo questioned aloud getting a scoff from the warrior's friend.

"You wish don't you boy?" he laughed the older man not paying much attention to him,"My master and I are assassins who specialize in taking down ninja clans."

Leonardo scoffed at that, he'd heard of people like this. They were as crazy as the turtle his master wanted, and he had a feeling people like them were the reason he was so interested. They were nick named assassins, but they were truly dishonored warriors who's clans had been taken down by another and wanted revenge against the other clans. But, being in New York, they only truly had street gangs to fight, so it was no surprise that some turned into modern bounty hunters and assassins to keep the taste of battle.

In all truth, no matter how history put it, the samurai way never died, it just evolved to keep up with the modern society. He scoffed, wondering what historians would say if they saw any of these modern clans and how they adapted to the new ways. The ninja were samurai that lurked in darkness to not be avoided and the ronin were the ninja who didn't have a clan to return to seeking their revenge in silence.

"You seek revenge, right? Meet me in the back alley," Leonardo said softly walking out the door, his thoughts turned to his sister, she would kill him if she found out that he had sneaken out to pick fights after gaining injuries in his last battle. She would tie him to the bed, he laughed to the thought, knowing it was no empty threat.

...

The sound of sword clashing together made Raph uneasy, his eyes met Casey's both understanding better then to get in the middle of a gang dispute but also knowing they couldn't let it get too bloody.

Both crept silently to the edge of the roof top staring down at the scene the half moon's light laid before them.

...

Leonardo scoffed as his sword dug into the student's flesh making his eyes widen and his blood slosh out of his mouth. Before he saw his arm move the blade was drawn from the flesh and cleanly cutting off his head. The master shooting him an ever growing smile his feet splashing in the blood of his former student, his sword drawn by the boy.

His grip tightened around the sword watching intently, the master simply scoffed staring deeply into his eyes.

"I will not let a foot solder take pride in taking this one's life," his sword flashed the blade sliding across his neck taking the head off, blood raining on Leonardo as he watched the body hit the ground.

Raph and Casey were left in a state of shock as they got a clear view of the boy's face.

...

Leonardo's eyes opened in shock, he hadn't expected that, in fact he never thought that was possible. He could hear a faint gasp behind him and he knew he shouldn't stick around much longer. His hand shot into his pocket extracting a small orb, then in a flash he crashed it upon the ground an explosion of smoke gathering around him.

...

Fingers were slithering across Casey's forearm before he could get his head to stop reeling, the richest kid in town was a street punk. It was mind boggling, but Raph wasn't going to let him think this out. He was already running after the faint trail of blood that got stuck on the boy's shoe, personally Casey had no clue what he was going to do, but he trusted Raph enough not to protest his insanity.

The trail only led so far along and with no trace of Leonardo. The moon glistened over head making shivers run down Casey's chest, in the movies the psycho killer always struck in moments such as this.

"Raph, lets go, there's nothing here, besides the kid won't let you live the night if you confront him," he said his fingers inching towards his friend's shoulder only to be punched away.

"You go," he said simply,"I want to know what the hell that was about."

Casey just shook his head caught between going back home to his girlfriend and staying with his best friend. Like it always was though the choice was made. Sighing he lowered his hockey mask wondering if they knew what they were doing.

...

Hearing the foot steps side away, Leonardo stepped from out of the shadows behind the chimney. Eyes scanning the place once more he headed back home, one fight was good enough for a night. He wouldn't worry his sister by being out too late, just because he was younger didn't mean he couldn't look out for her even if his way of it was just keeping her piece of mind.

...

"You are enemy of the foot as well?" a voice of man said nearly giving Raph a heart attack as he stepped from the shadows from the corner of his eye he could see Casey preparing for battle as well.

"What's it to ya?" he snapped making the shadowed figure tilt his head.

"I am one who is making certain before asking of your assistance," he said no emotion present in his voice making Casey take a deep breath to calm his nerves, he didn't like the sound of this.

"For what?" Raph said keeping his own emotions down.

"I will not say much until I know you are not on their side," he continued stepping from the shadows revealing a middle aged man who was well built and looked like someone you would see in the matrix, " You must decline Oruku Saki's offer."

Raph stared at him watching his every move as he began to walk off his eyes never leaving his own,"I will find you again, I hope when I do, I don't have to eliminate you for joining with them."

Raph blinked for just a second but when his eyes flashed open once more, the man was gone.

Casey stood beside him shaking his head,"Tonight keeps getting stranger and stranger."

Raph didn't need to answer to know that was the truth.

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I didn't really expect to write the scene in the bar where he picks the fight with the assassins, but after listening to Journey's Don't stop believing and hearing the line 'I seen her in a smokey room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume' It all just came together. I just really really hope it fit with the rest of the story, because I really liked that scene. But if it doesn't can you let me know? I'll go back in and re edit. But anyway, Just drop a review. I like hearing from those who read my story, I'm not a complete loner. Also, after much thought, I descided to take out the Kabuki thing, it was never that important any way and after Mondhexe's review, it made me think deeper about it and it really didn't make sense, so sorry to all who liked him in a dress.