Witch Sister Three and TMNT *EDITING*

21- Master Returns (Kylee)

Hey there!  Sorry about the wait, I know a lot of you were antsy for an update.  Hopefully this is a fun surprise for you all, I know LifesPuppet had fun writing it and finally overcoming her writer's block :). Enjoy!

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Hun was as good as dead in my eyes.  That stupid oaf of a sad, pathetic excuse for a human being was going to pay for hurting my baby sister.  Nobody, and I mean nobody, messes with my family.  You’d think they’d learn, but clearly they don’t.  Jumping Morgan and Kit Kat like that…  His stupid gang of Purple Dragons!  Mo has already been through enough- she didn’t need to have her barely-there skills tested like that.

And speaking of skills, I can sense I’m being followed.  Hmm…

Caitlyn, if you insist on leaving the house, I suggest you cover your face. I thought as I continued to storm down the hallway.

…Wha-?! How did you-?!

Save it.  Just stay out of my head tonight.

Angrily, I rounded the corner into the assignments room, my anger level rising as my eyes landed on the blonde behemoth.

He beat me to the first words.  “Better be on your best behavior tonight, ninja brat.” He spat, glaring as he rose from the chair he was perched in, clearing waiting for me.

“You’d better have a good reason to call me this late Hun, or I’ll have two reasons to pummel you tonight.” I growl, looking up at him. He rolls his eyes at me-that’s a mistake. I trip him, sending the behemoth to his knees and tug sharply on his pony tail. I’m a little short tonight. This is the reason my sisters think twice on waking me up in the middle of the night, unless it’s an emergency.

                He narrowed his eyes at me in a threat as he straightened up again and rubbed the back of his head. “It’s your own image you need to defend.” He now smirks and this makes me uneasy. I hate to imagine he’s got one up on me. I don’t want to know what he’d do with information that could do my family harm. Or at least more harm than we already put ourselves through….

“Yeah? Why’s that?” I cross my arms now and raise an eyebrow, leaning my weight onto one knee. “Talk fast, Hun, I’m tired and in a bad mood.” I don’t feel like threatening his life for being so smug. I am tired and I’ve got a twerp sister watching me.

“The boss…has returned.”

                I freeze. My eyes go wide. It’s as if the world slows and my hearts stops for hours. The Boss…my grandfather…has returned to the New York Foot faction…back at the Tower whose shadow I grew up in. Mother told me he’s been away most of my life. Grandfather was present on the day of my and Becca’s birth. When I was young, before Morgan and Caitlyn were born, I faintly remember his stone like watch as Becca and I played/trained on the floor while our mother and father were busy. I haven’t seen nor heard from him in years. And now he’s back…It feels as if a liquid haze has descended over my mind, making everything seem slower than it really is. Hun’s right, best behavior tonight, complete and mindless obedience required.

“My god…..” I utter and in the corner of my eye, Hun distantly smirks. “That means we have to pretend to get along now…” I say and his smirk drops. I only say that because I don’t want him to see my actual shock on the subject. Grandfather has returned.  All New York City has changed… “Hun, where is the tower meeting him?” I take my stone stance once again. There’s a limited time period for shock and dismay in the tower, and my allotted time is up.

                He crosses his arms and shifts his weight, glaring in another direction. “It’s not the entire tower going, girl. Just you’re pathetic family and a few others. We’re meeting in his dojo, of course.” It was good to hear that, strangely. Not only do I hate crowds but it’ll feel more personal I guess. I’ll see my grandfather without having to keep up total image in the mass of ninja. “I’m stuck in a room with you and your parents.” He groaned.