The sounds of metal grinding together echoed against the padded walls, a fan above slowly turned as it kept the room at a mild temperature for all who occupied the area. A female sat in the middle of the room on the marble floor as she ran a metal file across the side of her sword, sharping it to a deathly point; just the way she liked it. Her light brown eyes stayed glued on the file as she watched small metal shards fall to the floor below. Her hand glided down the weapon as she listened to the sound she grew use to. Her lips puckered as she took the handle and placed it to her nose, eyes searching down the blade for imperfections.

She sighed as she fixed a few notches on the metal, her pierced ears listened to the fan above, slowly moving; the sound of a fly fluttered pass as she glared at the annoyance. She licked the tip of her index and thumb fingers as she then pulled a piece of her long hair that was by the side of her ears. She took the long black hair in between her fingers, lowering the hair to the blade, she watched as it snipped the long strand into two pieces with no effort. A smirk appeared across her red lips; she then blinked as she took a full hold of her sword and swung it up behind her. The fly getting sliced in half, but that wasn't what she was aiming for. One of the foot-bots held his sword against hers as they teetered back and forth on their feet.

Karai glared at the solider as she forced her arm down, sword swinging. The solider jumped back, landing on his feet with a short spin in mid-air. The eyes on the bot glowed and suddenly, quiet like shadows, more bots surrounded her. She huffed, hating this daily exercises. But, she had to admit, these bots were good, she would have trouble keeping up with them some days. She stood up straight as she held the sword to her side, eyes looking around at all the bots. Her feet aligned for battle stance as she brought the handle of her sword to her cheek, arms twisted up. She smirked at them as she uttered. "Hajime."

On cue the robots sprinted toward her, she circled around and kicked a bot in the gut as she then sliced her sword into another's head. She ducked as a bot tried high-kicking her face, she glared at how close that was, quickly she swept her legs as she knocked him off his feet. "That's why you're a foot-bot, we will always knock you down off your feet and onto your bot." she jammed her sword into its head. Her eyes squinted as she turned toward the weights in the room. A bot stood on it, different types of weapons emerged from its back. Her smirk left her face as she stared it down, she bent her head back and forth as she cracked her neck. Karai pulled her sword up as she gripped the bot head off into her hands. She tossed it up into the air a couple of times before she threw it high. Using the flat side of her sword, she swooshed it at the head. It flew across the room toward the other bot as if she was going to make a homerun in baseball. The bot then jumped up quickly, a poof of smoke left the head as it impacted into the dumbbells. Karai quickly reacted as she jumped into the air as well, down swapping her sword into the bot. Slicing its head in half along with part of its chest, she landed on one knee with a swipe of her sword to the side as the robot fell to its knees behind her. She smirked once again as she loved cutting the bots heads off with all of her heart.

Her eyes twitched as she rolled to the side as something swooshed from the top of her head. Her eyes glanced back as she saw her father; the Shredder. He stood in his bulking armor, his blades sharpened and out of their holders. She gripped her sword hard as she held it up when he swung his arm down at her, she deflected his attack as their eyes made contact. "You have lost your touch, daughter, I am very disappointed." He claimed in his deep voice. She huffed as she tugged her sword to the side, his blades jerking down toward her, she quickly swung her legs in attempt to knock him off his feet. She blinked as he had suddenly vanished. She gasped as she was forced to the wall from a suddenly blow to the face. Her body fell hardly onto the dumbbell rack.

She held her head as she stood slowly, drawing her sword back out as her eyes searched around the room. She pulled herself over the rack as she circled around. She panted a bit as she tried listening for his next move. She quickly dodged rolled forward as her father pounded his fist down on the place she once stood. She quickly stood back up and pointed her sword down between her father's eyes. His good eye squinted at her as she drew her sword down, she panted. "How was that father?" she questioned. She gasped as he forced her head down, onto her knees. "What have I told you, daughter, never withdraw your sword until the enemy shows no threat." He claimed as he tugged her hair. "Show, no, mercy" he repeated to her, the saying she hears from him all the time during their training sessions. She never got it right with him, what, was he wanting her to go and jab him in the head. He was her father for heaven sake. Knowing him, right when she would go to 'jab' him, he would quickly dodge.

"Understood, father." She claimed as his hand left her head, she looked up as he began to leave. "Um. Father." She called as she stood up, placing her sword into its scabbard. Her father stopped, slightly looking back at her. "Will you be," she looked down and back toward him. "Will you be accompanying me for dinner tonight?" She asked as she gulped a bit, standing her ground to her strong end father. He hmph'd a bit, body turning toward her. "And why would I be doing that?" he asked, waiting for an explanation. "Well, its, Christmas father, and I thought, we could, spend it together, like we did when I was younger."

He glared down at her, searching over his daughters face. Karai stared back at him, no expression on him as always. She always had trouble reading him her whole life. She loved her father very much, but as the years grew by, he would grow more distant and rougher onto her. A foot solider stepped into the room, holding a metal plate in his hand as he bowed to Shedders side. He looked down as he took the piece of paper that sat upon it. He looked back at his daughter as he crumbled it up. "I must go, I have a meeting with Jing Jee on further notice for our shipment order." He spoke as he turned and went to walk out. Karai's eyes searched the ground below as her heart felt disappointment, once again. She wished her father would understand her pain, but all her cared for was his stupid vendetta. She looked up as she noticed her father had stopped in the middle of the doorway. "I should be back, to, accompany you, for this, holiday, feast." He added. "I will tell the servants to begin with the preparations for tonight."

Her breath stopped in her throat, she bowed her head. "Yes, father, I look forward to seeing you then." She claimed. Bent over, her hidden face withheld a smile across its pale structure. Her father nodded his head and walked out. Karai stood up straight, the smile still across her face. She was overcome with joy that she ran to her room, servants staring at her as she jolted past. She skidded to a stop when she got to her room, she slide the door open, and then looked down the hall. "Stephanie, prepare my dinner Kimono, the red one." she ordered, as she took a towel from Stephanie's hand, when she came closer. She bowed her head to Karai, eyes closed. "Yes, ma'lady." She spoke softly as Karai then stepped into her room, shutting the door. Karai looked around her darken room, Kunais' and other sharp objects in the wall that had a drawing of a rat. Other than the mess on the wall, her room was very clean from her rarely being in her room. She tucked the towel into her arm as she stared at her dresser when she approached closer. She gripped a picture frame into her hand as she stared at the partly burnt image. "Merry Christmas Mother…" she whispered as she touched the photo with her fingertips. She closed her eyes, trying to remember her, though she was only an infant. No memories came to mind which made a tear form in her eye. "I wish you were here during this time…" she told as she puckers her lips to her mother's face. "I love you, hopefully, I can reach out to father to understand, once your death is avenged." She placed the frame down on the dresser, gripping the kunai next to it. "You will die from my hands, you horrible rodent." She glared and turned quickly as she tossed it. She screamed a tad in mid throw. The blade stabbed the picture of the rat in the middle of the chest. "Hamato Yoshi."

Karai walked from her room as the night fell closer to dinner time, she wore her favorite red kimono with black cuffs and black flower designs that Stephanie quickly cleaned and ironed for her. The red matched the makeup she wore around her eyes perfectly, which made her light brown eyes pop. She took in a deep breath as she headed down the hall to the dining area. Foot soldiers marched pass as they eyed her; she wondered for a second what kind of faces were underneath. Ugly? Some cute? They were little twigs though, so not attractive in her eyes of being a ninja. When she thought of if their faces were cute or ugly, she thought of those turtles. The most abnormal thing ever, yet she just shrugged it off, aside from their green skinned faces and turtle shells, they were well built, unlike these ninjas here. But what did that April O'Neil see in them? What did they see in her? She glared at the floor, feeling jealousy somewhat, she hated feeling alone all the time. She missed her school back in Japan, it had taken her 3 years to convince her father to send her to school. Then right when she is beginning to make some normal friends, they end up moving.

She stopped in her tracks as an idea went through her mind. School… A small smirk widened across her face. The idea grew and grew; it was such an amazing idea that she ran the rest of the way to the dining room. She came to a halt as she was a two feet from the door to the room, she walked in slowly as the smell of teriyaki chicken entered her nose; her favorite. Tons of different types of food were along the stretched low table. Her eyes left the food as she looked up to her father's spot. He was nowhere to be found. She kneeled onto her cushion as she glared at his seat, as she waited for him. She held her hand up, telling the foot solider to halt that entered the room. "Where is my father?" she asked as her hand lowered to her lap as she looked back at him. He fidgeted a bit as he pulled a letter from his side; he bowed and handed it to her. She glared and snatched it from his hands, her eyes searching the paper as she opened it.

"Daughter, I am informing you, that I had to terminate the banquet plans. I have more imperative matters to deal toward our shipment order. Consume your food, and I will be needing you to make way to the lair and have a video conversation with you, I have some news for your wellbeing."

The paper crumbled in her hands as she torn the paper in half, shoulders shaking. "OF COURSE HE CANCELED, WHY AM I SHOCKED?!" She yelled as she gripped the foot soilders uniform, glaring at his face as she stood. "Call him, I will not be eating tonight, I shall video chat with him as soon as possible, and partake in interrupting his stupid well beings for me, on my plan toward, April O'Neil." She shoved him away as she stomped out and toward her room. She slammed the door shut, well, slide it shut. She huffed as she sat on her bed, taking her forehead into her hands. She wanted to cry but she stopped crying over her father long ago, she only cried for her mother. Karai stood as she stared at her armor on the end of her bed. She glared looking at the rat photo. "First, April, then the turtles, then you. And maybe, I will have a chance to have a normal life." She claimed.

She began untying her Kimono, the silky fabric falling from her shoulders off her bare skin. She looked at her well-built naked reflection in her wall mirror; she averted her eyes from her scares along her body. She hugged her body as she kicked the kimono away. It was normal for her father to abuse her with his blades, that's how she became a decent ninja. It was her fault when she made mistakes. That is the only reason she wore thick clothes; from her armor to her normal human disguises, she wanted to hide these scares of hers. Some were by him, others by other ninja's that were ordered to hurt her when she was younger; when she was less experienced in defending herself. She looked at her mother's picture and turned it away from her. "Sorry, you had to see that mom…." She whispered as she looked down at her feet, she curled her toes as she began to cry to herself.

She quickly stopped as a voice sounded. "My lady, your father is waiting for you in his lair." Stephanie called. "Do you need help changing into your armor?" she asked from behind the paper door. Karai whipped her face as she gripped the black body suit. "No, I will be there in 10 minutes, make him wait. I always have to wait on him; he can wait on me for once in his god damn life." She gridded her teeth as she slipped her foot into the suit. Pulling the metal slabs along her body as she zipped herself up. Slipping her sandals on. Her eyes looked back at the mirror, staring at a person, that she was not herself. She felt like a puzzle, her dad placed the pieces together to build her to be the perfect little picture.

She glared as she set out, pass every servant, shoving some to the side as she made her way, to his lair.

"Oh, it's the princess, you better hurry, you father doesn't like waiting." Xever told through his fish lips, with a slight chuckle. Karai glared at him, eyes looking as she noticed dog pound wasn't here. She pulled her tanto out as she hated his laugh. "I will turn you into sushi next time you talk to me without respect you little tadpole." She pointed it at his neck; he glared his yellow eyes down at her. "I will never show a squirt like you, respect." He claimed, she pointed the blade closer, huffed and pulled the blade back into its holder. "I'll deal with you later, tuna melt." She claimed as she made her way into her father's lair. She walked down the path and in front of her father's throne, the hologram of him appeared above. "You left me waiting Karai, you know I hate waiting."

She smirked as she knelt down in front of him. "Sorry father, I grew a bit weary and had to grab some of that food I left behind, but I have some plans to run by you, concerning with April O'Neil." She began, he glared. "Forget about that little brat! We have more important matters to deal with then your vendetta toward that girl." He claimed as she flinched from his loud voice. "We had a mishap with our order, as in it being a trap, but no need to worry, we took care of them." He claimed. Karai stared up at him. "Is that all you wanted to say to me, father."

"No, my daughter, I have a little gift for you." He explained as a foot solider walked holding a long box in his hands. Karai stared at the box in his hands. "Father, I'd rather tell you of my plans!" she yelled as she stood, hands gripping into fist. "Please, hear me out." She called. Her father huffed to himself as he closed his eye. They opened it and looked at her. "Go on." He ordered. She smirked.

"I had a plan, what do you think about enrolling me, into school?" she spoke. He squinted his eyes, he went to speak but she cut him off by holding her hand up. "April O'Neil's school, father." she added, voice filled with evil lure in it. Her father's eyebrows rose as he pushed his head back, surprised at her idea. He thought to himself for a second, until he finally spoke. "What an interesting idea, we will need to talk about it, once I am back. Until then, enjoy your Christmas gift." She bowed her head as his transmission ended. She looked at the box as the foot solider stepped over, kneeling onto one knee. She opened the wooden box as she smirked down at the blade that was inside. A new sword, to go with her new mission, it was just, perfect.