Visions and escape:

It was a cold and windy night. The moon was high up in the sky lighting up most of Yamanouchi's grounds, strong winds would blow bushes and trees side to side. Yori would toss and turn in her room. "No" she continued to mumble in her sleep, kicking of her blankets as she did. Sweat would drip down her four head. In her mind she was having the most craziest and frightening nightmare.

Dream:

All Yori saw was chaos and destruction, fires consuming the lands, the sun blocked out by crimson red clouds, which would only make the landscape more gloomy and frightful. In the distance Yori could hear her comrades scream in pain and agony, but when she looked around all she saw was there lifeless bodies. "Yori?" she heard her voice being called out in the distance, she faced the direction of where the voice was coming from. All she saw was an unknown figure standing in the shadows. "Forgive me" the shadowy figure tilted his head.

"Who are yo-" Yori had been caught off by a sudden pain in her chest. She looked down to see what was wrong. Blood dripped down her ninja Gi, a hand had gone through her chest. Blood spewed from the wound the hand slowly pulled out. She kneeled to the ground in pain she grabbed the closest thing to slow her decent, which was the black cargo pants of the shadowy figure, she looked up to see who had inflicted such a wound on her, tears only leaked out of her eyes as she saw the shadows lift of the figure.

The figure's face remained stoic as he looked down at Yori who was still weeping in pain "sorry" an uncomfortable smile grew on his face. "You were in the way" he turned around walking in the other direction.

Nothing could escape Yori's throat only one word came out. "...R...Ro-" blood spewed out of her mouth before she could finish. Yori laid on the ground cold and emotionless as her life faded away into deaths embrace.

Dream over:

Yori jumped out of her sweat covered sheets, breathing heavily her heart pounding in her chest. Her dream felt very real, she felt the spot where she had been stabbed, there was nothing. Slowly she began calmed down, regaining her calmness. Yori had to do something to keep her mind of the nightmare.

10 minutes later:

Yori had changed into her ninja Gi, she stood in the middle of the ring where she had earlier in the day faced four opponents, which she easily dispatched. Yori's mind was now clear. There were no more distraction of any sorts, her mind was slowly starting to forget about the horrible nightmare she had. The only thing she heard was the rustling of the trees and the howling of the wind. Yori breathed in deeply and then exhaled. "Shadow boxing" Yori said to herself, "facing an imaginary

Opponent which the mind would create" Yori began to walk to the left side of the ring. She began to close her eyes and concentrate. "Imaginary..." she said again. Her eyes slowly opened again. "You are my opponent?" her gazed looked to the opposite side of the ring. To anyone else it would look like Yori was looking at nothing but air, but from her eyes she could see the opponent she had created.

The wind would circle her imaginary opponent; slowly bit by bit the figure of her opponent would become clearer. The figure was thin and tall, he had dark blue eyes, he wore a black martial uniform, his face was long with a hooked nose thick eyebrow and long ears and both his arms and feet genetically mutated into monkeys arm and feet. "Monkey fist" she said coldly. Her mind had drawn out a former enemy who she despised. "No" she said calmly, "I wish to fight a more difficult opponent" The imaginary figure of Monkey fist slowly began to shift form. "Someone who is an equal" Yori smiled. Slowly the figure began to take shape again, but this time a girl. The figure had a slender build like Yori, her hair was red and fiery, she had emerald green eyes and wore some type of mission clothing. "It is an honour" Yori bowed to the figure, the figure slowly did the same.

"Kim possible" Yori took her fighting stance. The outline of the figure became more and more real, resembling the teen famous heroin Kim Possible. Yori's mind had actually created a imaginary opponent that would be her exact match.

Kim took her usual fighting stance. "Sorry Yori, I won't be holding back" a smile forming on her face.

"Same for me" Yori returned the smile.

Both Yori and Kim charged at each other, both of their focus on each other not an ounce of doubt in their movements. As soon as Kim was within rage, Yori preformed a sweep kick, trying to trip her opponent to gain the upper hand. To no avail Kim jumped the Kick and countered with an axe Kick, the heel of Kim's shoe came crushing down on Yori's head. Yori blocked the move by putting up an arm block, even if the kick was fake Yori could feel the weight and pressure of her opponent, Yori's mind was going all out to make the situation more real. Yori pushed Kim's foot back, Kim instantly jumped back, gaining more distance between her and Yori.

Yori picked herself up from the cold floor, dusting off her shoulder, slowly she regained her stance. Yori resumed her charge, drawing closer to her opponent. Kim only raised her hands and widened her stance, preparing for any attack. Yori leaped through the air closing the gap between her and Kim. "I have you now" Yori smiled. Yori launched a sidekick, but the only difference in hers was that there were no openings.

Inches away from Kim's face the kick was close to connecting, "Ouch" Yori's mind began to sting. She fell to the ground with a loud thud. Yori looked towards the figure of Kim; slowly it started to change shape again. "No" Yori's mind began to race; the only thing she could think of was the nightmare she had just experienced. Slowly her mind began to create a new opponent for her, one she really didn't want to see. "Hello again" the shadowy figure emerge from her mind and was standing over her. "Missed me" a bone chilling breeze was sent down Yori's spine, she wanted to run away but her legs would only shake in fear. "Guess I'm your opponent now" Shadow boxing was sometimes a unpredicted exercise. The users mind would draw out an opponent that they had faced or someone they had seen fight, but sometimes the mind would push its owner too far making it more real than what the person wanted it to be.

Yori quickly closed her eyes trying to clear her mind of what she had created. Slowly the shadowy figure began to disappear, Yori opened her eyes again and he was gone. "it can't be" Yori said puzzled, picking herself of the floor. The figure in her nightmares looked too much like R-

Location unknown:

"What the hell is this lotus blade and why the hell would I do anything you say. I don't even know who or what you are, other than some deranged computerized voice" the blond boy spat at his unknown captors, still restrained by chains and a gravity field. The computerized voice remained silent "I am unable to reply to specimens 911973" the voice called out.

"Specimen 911973? What am I some lab project. I'm done talking and these restraints won't hold me anymore" the boy shouted, amazingly he fought against the gravity field, which was putting more than 30 times gravity down on him. A red aura quickly began to build; it seemed like it had a mind of its own. "Nothing will hold me!" he roared, shaking the inside of his cell.

"Warning! Ceases and decease this outburst!, precautions will be taken" the voice warned "adding 100 times gravity"

The boy suddenly fell to his knees, the red aura quickly disappeared, he could feel his strength fading. "no" he greeted his teeth.

"Specimen 911973 shutdown" the boy fell flat on his face, sleep slowly coming over him "no..." he said gently. His eyes slowly closing. The only thing he could think of was the red head he had visioned of. "No...No!" he's voice raised. A sudden explosion of energy was let out; the red and violent aura had return. As quickly as his aura appeared his chains snapped of, the sleepiness that had come over him was replaced by anger. the boy picked himself of the floor, the 100 times gravity seemed like nothing. He walked to the end of his cage, easily reaping the bars apart.

"Specimen 911973 return to your cell" the voice ordered.

"Make me" fourty panels near him opened up. all of them filled with masked muscular men, all wearing the same military uniform. The boy only looked at the masked brutes with ease and confidence.

"Oh and the names R-"