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AN: This chapter is 95% about Mr. Elite. Its construction was…interesting and it may be confusing…tell me if it is! I apologize if it gets confusing at times, but realize that this is all about his mind in his coma like state. Also, we know that a chemical attacks his brain when he remembers memories, so realize that the pain he is talking about in this is the same pain.
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Darkness surrounded.
There was nothing, except him.
Pitch black oblivion was where he was.
He was just floating.
There was no pain, but in a way he wanted it.
Anything he had seen or heard was gone, his mind was empty.
Memories he had seen between screaming…gone.
Voices that had called to him in concern…gone.
Damn it! Why couldn't he remember?
He remembered the pain, but what about…
His limbs started to sting, why was he not supposed to remember?
He wanted remember.
But that brought the burning sensation that made him scream for mercy.
So what to do?
Making his decision, he focused on ignoring the fire consuming him.
Wincing, he tried to detach himself, but it hurt…
Come on, he growled at himself, suck it up.
He knew it was a mental game on how much pain you could take. If you thought that you couldn't take anymore, then you couldn't, but if you thought otherwise…
He was an Elite, he could take it.
You can do this, he breathed deeply.
Try to remember….
Information flooded in, first a name.
Hasumoto.
A name, but whose?
"Can I call him Moto?"
His younger voice filled the void, giving him a clue.
Was it his brother?
The thought shocked him; he was an only child…right?
No, he shook is head, he had three brothers.
A small smile came to his face, he had brothers.
But what were their names?
Flames scorched his skin, he ignored it.
Sky.
What was that suppose to mean?
He didn't know any…
"Sky! Sora, come on!"
A nickname, another brother.
So there was Moto, Sora, and….
"You are such a little baby"
It was a teasing voice, the baby of the family.
Kenji.
If that was the baby, that means he was the…
"Whatever you say big brother"
Reflecting on what he had discovered so far, he knew three things to be true.
He was an Elite, although he already knew that.
He had three brothers and he knew their names.
He was the eldest; therefore suppose to take care of them.
But where was he? He wasn't even sure where they were, hell he didn't even know where he was! Why didn't he know this earlier? He could have killed them for all he knew!
The thought froze him, despite the pain.
I would never, he thought…
But the truth was that, he could of and he could at the moment be in hell for doing so.
Did he? A tear ran down his cheek to drop into the black.
He couldn't answer the question, he wanted to but...
He had wanted to remember and he did, well a few things.
He had wanted to fight the fire and he did, for a bit.
Now he wanted to know.
Did he murder them?
In cold blood? There was nothing they could have done to deserve it.
With them screaming for him to please not do it? And he wouldn't have listened.
And they refused to fight back, to fight him? Because he was their brother?
"What did I do?" He whispered to himself
He couldn't answer any of the questions, though he desperately wanted to.
"You just followed orders" A voice replied
Looking up he found himself looking at…a turtle? Black hair ran down to her shoulders, he blue eyes connected gazes with him.
"But did I?" He didn't know who she was nor why he was talking to her, but maybe she could tell him if he had…
To his dismay, she chuckled.
What the hell was funny about the question, the idea that he had killed him own FAMILY?
"No" The word put his worries to rest, but she was still chuckling
The only logical explanation to him was that she was some twisted side of his personality. Which meant, to his horror, that not only was he in hell…he was going crazy. Not only was he in darkness, she was making his thoughts he wished to be false a reality.
Shattering his little brain tumor, she spoke "You are an Elite, correct?"
He nodded; he knew that to be fact, despite the craziness called his mind.
"How many were in your squad?"
She was asking how many men he had lead and/or been a team with, it should have been an easy question. But considering his memory problems and the fact that he could feel the burning sensation threatening to show itself, it wasn't simple to even consider what he would say. Taking the process slowly, hoping that she would be patient, he took a breath.
While the pain came, he mused whether this would tell him if he had committed something that he would wish to take back. He wondered if he should even answer the question, he didn't know who she was and the first thing he learned in Elite training was to trust no one. But he really didn't have anything to lose and there was possibly much to gain.
So the first step was to establish what he knew to be fact.
He had three brothers.
Little brothers, he was the eldest.
And he was an Elite.
Now that that was done…
"That's not a request, it's an order!"
Was he the leader? He didn't remember obtaining the rank, but at the moment he would have to have an open mind. Besides he didn't remember anything, so what the hell?
"Anything?" She asked
He silently grumbled, she had broken his concentration.
"I am the leader of the Elites" The sentence was panted, the small amount of information had taken so much energy
"Good job" She purred in satisfaction, which slightly scared him
Why did she look so happy? If he was in hell, then she shouldn't be happy, unless she was the devil! Okay, he threw that out the window, he was definitely going insane. Insanity was creeping to consume him, he wondered if he would even remember her in a moment. Perhaps he had made up the facts that he remember, maybe none of it was true.
He was so confused.
"Now tell me, how many men did you lead?"
The sentence was spoken as an order, not a simple question.
He dare not disobey.
Pain seared through him as his vision clouded.
"Come on, faster!" He yelled at those attacking him.
His cloak swooshed around him with ever step, smoke appearing and vanishing as the attempts to knock him down failed.
Sidestep.
Leg sweep.
Clash of weapons.
All the attacks were strong and swift, but it wasn't enough.
"Enough" The word halted the exercise
Those who had tried to defeat him panted heavily, their cloaks heavily saturated with sweat.
"You need to work on your teamwork, speed, strength…" His list was cut off
"Anything else you want to tell us that we suck at?" His second in command grumbled
He didn't answer right away, giving the chance for them to argue among themselves.
"Why did you push me down?" One of the smaller two hissed
"I didn't mean too!" The taller replied
"Well why did you?" The shortest of them wasn't giving up
"I just said that it was an accident" The other rolled his eyes
"And your point is?"
"You should forget about it and stop being such…"
"An awesome ninja?"
"…a drama queen"
"I am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"ARE TOO!"
"AM NOT!"
"Yes!"
"No!
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES YOU ARE!"
"I AM NOT!"
"You are getting all upset over nothing!"
"You pushed me down!"
"Get over it!"
"Never!"
"Silence!" He growled in irritation, why wouldn't they shut up?
Mumbles of apologies filtered through the air and the argument seemed to be over…
"You're a jerk" One snarled
"Drama queen" The other growled
"YOU ARE BOTH IDIOTS!" He roared, which made the two jump very high in the air
"Hard ass" His slightly shorter second smirked
He glared before turning back to the two
Starting with the instigator, he used a deathly cold tone "You are a drama queen. He pushed you, get the fuck over it!" He turned his gaze to the other "And you pushed him, even if it was on accident. Just apologize so we don't have to deal with this shit!"
Both nodded furiously.
The watching ninja clapped in sarcasm, he rolled his eyes.
"And that's why you're the boss"
"Three?" He mumbled in uncertainty
"Excellent" She replied
The response perked his attitude a bit, he was remembering. Question was, how much did he not know?
"Now, tell me…" He cut her off; he wanted to ask his own question
"Who are you?" She seemed to ponder whether she should answer, all while he wondered…
"Don't you remember?" His eyes went wide, he had no idea who she was and he was suppose to know her?
"I'll take that as a no…" She paused to sigh "…Who was your leader?"
He looked at her strangely, why was she asking him all the questions?
Groaning as the pain increased, he wondered if he should even acknowledge her request. For all he knew she was just a hallucination or something, so what logical reason was there to even believe that she existed? He could very well be talking to himself.
"Great, I'm going crazy" He muttered
She sighed again "This is wonderful, he thinks he's insane…" She looked at him, but seemed to not care that he was right there and hearing every word she was saying "…I told her this was risky, but did she listen?"
This caught his attention "Who?" who was this female that she was talking about?
"Your boss, she's worried about you"
His boss?
"Elite!"
He answered the call almost immediately, kneeling in respect at the caller's feet.
"Stand" Came the order; he was then gazing into two dark eyes
"Yes Mistress Karai?" He asked
"I need you to do something for me"
He listened intently, knowing that it was an order that he was expected to complete.
"Mistress…"He ran off, trying to remember…
What was her name?
"Almost" The female beside him encouraged
"Karai" The single word brought him an image of a small but powerful leader
So much pain, he wished for it to stop, but at the same time he was remembering. He wanted to know all of it.
"Very good, now there's one more thing"
He gave an exasperated look, another question? At the same time though, there was just one more and maybe he could ask his own.
He nodded, giving her the go ahead.
"How do you feel about turtles?"
Thoughts circled his head.
Turtles….
Like her?
There was more of her kind?
He analyzed the question, how did he feel about turtles?
What the hell did she mean by that?
"Do you mean romantically or something?" He sputtered and her eyes went wide
"No! I meant what do you remember about them?" She said a bit too loudly; he saw her shiver at his last sentence
Ah, he thought, that made more sense.
"Capture them" A voice hissed to the foot army
One brave soul asked the question on everyone's mind "Who sir?"
Glaring eyes replied "The turtles"
"Enemies, they are enemies" The panted words came out
If that was true, then the turtle he was talking to was his enemy! Why was he talking to her? He shouldn't even be near her; he shouldn't be at her mercy. There were a number of things she could do and things she could have done. Thing was that she hadn't done anything to him.
All she had asked were questions, the answers could be found by asking any Foot ninja.
So why was she asking him?
Why him?
Unless she wasn't his enemy, after all she had come because his mistress was worried. But how could he know that she was telling the truth? It could all be a plot to get information about the Foot, but for some reason…
"Are you…" He couldn't finish the sentence, the strain on his body was becoming too much
"If that is what you remember, then I am" She replied, he groaned
The groan was partially from pain and partially from the fact that the sentence had told him nothing! Were the two of them more than that? What did he not remember!
Dark hair covered in sand.
Ice blue eyes turned to the sky.
Green, blood stained skin.
That is what he had brought to shore, that is what he gazed at.
The chilly air flowed past him, the water dripping from his body.
There was no sound coming from the body, silence.
Forcing air into her lungs, he listened for it.
Nothing.
"They need you" He whispered
Straining his ears, he hoped to hear it.
Relief rushed over him, there is was.
Her heart was beating.
She was alive.
He breathing became ragged, he felt himself drop.
Falling into the oblivion, that's what he expected.
Instead he was held up, by her.
He tasted blood, his own.
His sight became blurred, everything was shutting down.
"Friends" He mumbled with what was left of his burning vocal cords
A smile came to her face, then darkness.
It was over coming him again, he wouldn't remember.
"Yes you will" She whispered in his ear
He would?
Determination surged, he would make sure of it.
Eyes closed, he faced the black abyss.
Remember, he would force himself to.
I am an Elite.
I lead three men.
I am the elder of three brothers.
He felt himself fade.
He was numb; he no longer felt her touch.
The metallic taste of blood vanished.
Their names are Moto, Sora, and Kenji.
My leader's name is Karai.
There were no words he could mutter, he was mute.
There was silence.
I am enemies with the turtles…
Then there was light.
Blinding yellow.
He was overwhelmed by it.
Pain didn't exist.
He had to remember.
…but I am friends with her.
He would, if nothing else.
As the thoughts circled in his brain, there was only one thing.
Not pain.
Not darkness.
Light.
It was done.
The job completed.
"Well?" She was rushed by the female who had watched over them
All she could do was nod, it had been harder than expected to bring him back.
"When?"
"He could awake at anytime" Jasmine replied in a raspy voice
Taking a deep breath, she followed Karai's gaze to the fallen.
"You should go" She knew the human meant that for her safety
"Can't" This gained Karai's attention "There's one more thing I need to do"
"The medical files?" The Shredder's daughter had already guess it
She nodded, assuming that they still existed. There was no doubt in her mind that Saki had had them in a safe place when she had blown the tower up. The information was still there and there was something she needed to do.
Walking slowly to the door, she was about to leave the room when she was stopped.
"Seventh floor" Karai told her, she nodded
A small smile came to her weary face.
He would regain his life, but to what extent she didn't know.
For all the mistakes, she had just done some good.
Two whispered words filled her mind.
Going to her destination, she was glad she had come.
No matter the risk.
No matter the pain.
She had done what needed to be done.
Which was giving back Karai and the Elites what they needed, him.
The two words echoed, the speaker was about to cry.
"Thank you"
She had brought happiness…
…and love.
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