𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘

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   “oh…! wow, that’s um.. a big sword!” staring up at the stranger with wide, surprised eyes, steven lightly rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. it wasn’t often a human was spotted in beach city with a sword.. and they WEREN’T connie, so.. it was a bit of a surprise to say the least.

  “hi there! you’re.. new to beach city, right?”

“Ninjas don’t need bikes.”

                    ❝   riiiight.  &  i’m best friends with a five foot tall talking turtle!  come on,  kid,  be realistic.   ❞

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.  all of her men knew that,  which was one of the reasons why she ruled without having to assert her dominance.  being a woman,  in command of the most elite ninja clan on the earth was no easy task.  always feeling as if she had to prove herself more  &  more each  &  every day.  the only fear karai had was fear of losing control.  the foot clan has only been ruled by a single bloodline since the very day it was formed  &  karai intended to be the greatest leader of them all!  ...  but she sensed she was no longer alone.  karai’s glare pierced over her shoulder.  her hands dived for the handle of her sword.  this interruption would be taken care of quickly.

                    ❝   oh come on, v.  we all know this is going to end as all of our other matches do    —  you tapping out before i can even draw my sword.   ❞

Her stomach was grumbling. She needed something to eat…had they not been feeding her? Or was this some kind of rebellion of her own. He wanted to get her something to eat. In that moment, the cruelty that Shredder was known for seemed to wane as he knelt down before her. His love, however twisted, was still genuine.

He tried looking her in the eyes. He wanted to understand why she would act like this. Did the Hamato Clan poison her mind? What have they told her? He had a melancholic look in his eyes as he spoke to her. “What would you like to eat?” He had not concerned himself in the past as to what she wanted to eat, having allowed her free reign enough to get food for herself, so this was…an odd feeling. He had not fed her since she was but an infant and needed help to do so.

Like a child who needed to learn a lesson…

He would not harm her. The cell itself was too much as it is already. Yet he knew no other way to show her where she’d erred. For once, Shredder was helpless. If Yoshi sought a vulnerability in Shredder, this was it. Turning his own daughter against him. The hate swelled a bit in his mind before it ebbed away again, focused on what his daughter would answer.

karai practically had to BITE HER TONGUE to resist the urge to spit in saki's face. food was constantly being delivered to her, at least two times a day. but she would not accept it. she wouldn't accept a damn thing from that man. who knows what was even inside the food he would have delivered to her?

that empty ache in her stomach had been there for quite some time. for... how long had she been there again? that didn't matter. not right now, that is. she kept her forehead down, refusing to make eye contact with the murderer that stood before her. many moments passed. it was silent. the only noise she could hear was the frightening yet peaceful sound of nothingness. she dared peek up to see if she was alone, and nearly jumped when she saw the shredder still standing there, staring right back at her.

« why doesn't he just LEAVE? »    hadn't he better things to do than to just WATCH as karai ignore him? what did he think he would accomplish? that she would beg him to let her out, admit to her "learning her lesson, she wouldn't betray him for her true father that he lied to her about ever again"? what was he expecting?

the rage boiling under her skin was too much to suppress any longer. karai was far too angry to keep her cool. she knew she had to put shredder in his place, no matter the outcome.