Are You Sure I'm Not A Villain?

15

Merry Christmas!

The next morning was good because it was Sunday. But the next morning was also bad, because it was Sunday. There was one more blissful day until the weekend was over and the hell that was school started again. Kai was tired.

He didn't want to wake up. The sun was shining in through his small bedroom window and sparkling against a shiny piece of metal in the corner of the room. He was surprised that he was even allowed to sleep this late. Normally Tigerclaw would have to come into his room and wake him up. Yes, he was aware that he was in high school. Yes, he was aware that his phone had an alarm clock. But did he care? No.

His eyes pried themselves open. He blinked the sleep away from his eyes and slowly sat up. He was still in his clothes from the night before. Seeing his clothes, Kai suddenly remembered his day with Casey yesterday. He remembered looking up at his friend's face as he laughed down at him, mimicking his height. For a second Kai had hoped...

He turned his legs to the side, letting his feet hang in the open space, and flipped his thin blanket off of his form. He stood up and paced to his window. A notification pinged on his phone, but it fell on deaf ears. He looked over at the source of the bright light, his scythe that was propped against his wall, still with flecks of turtle blood on it.

He made his way to the weapon, fingers glancing over the crystallized blood. He smiled to himself. They would soon fall to his feet. He would be the one to kill them. He would prove to his father that he deserved his last name. He deserved to live.

A knock on the door awoke Kai from his stupor. He blinked at his hand, now dusted with flakes of hardened gore, and the blood on the scythe. He walked over to the door and opened it slightly so that no one could see that he just woke up. A tall figure stood in the hall, covered in dark fur and exposed white bone.

"Master Shredder requires you in the dojo," Rahzar rasped. "Be there in five minutes."

Kai nodded and went back into his room to get dressed for the strenuous training session that would ensue. He put his hair in a bun on the crown of his head. He dressed in loose basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He quickly wrapped his hands and feet with protective gauze.

Kai practically ran up to the training room that was just a few floors above where his bedroom was. Whoever designed this cathedral was not all that brilliant. There were more floors than Kai cared to count, most of which under the street that surrounded the holy building.

The Shredder was waiting for him in the training room, hands behind his back as he gazed up at a mural of Japan that was painted on the wall. He was not wearing his kabuto, instead showing off his scarred head. The master's clothes were simple, yet full of power. Even when wearing a yukata, he still looked menacing. Kai tried to be silent as he walked into the training room. He made it a few steps in, but was interrupted by his father swiftly turning around and piercing him with his sharp eyes.

"You are late," Shredder said, making it obvious that he had heard Kai walk in. "I have trained you too well to be late. There is something on your mind."

"Yes, father," Kai said, bowing and kneeling on the padded floor. "It was just a dream that I had."

"Your mind must be empty of all distractions when facing your enemies," he said. "Or you will fail."

"Hai, Master Shredder," Kai said.

"Stand and face me," the Shredder said. He was standing at one end of the room, hands in an offensive stance, ready for the sparring to begin. Kai followed his motions and did the same on the other side of the room, dreading the fight that was to come. They both pulled out their katanas and watched as the steel glinted in the artificial light.