The Tale of Black Jaguar (Young Justice Fanfic)

death of an old life

I was happy once.

I was content, not a care in the world.

Boy, was I naiive.

My parents and I lived in Japan, my mother was american and my father Japanese. they met in the streets when my mother came to tokyo, japan for a business meeting, she was mugged but my father beat the muggers up when he saw what was happening. After that they became good friends, going out for coffee or lunch as they talked about their interests and swapped stories.

Well eventually it clicked.

A while after their marriage they had a child, a baby girl named layla, she had electric blue eyes, pale white skin, and raven black hair.

That was me.

I don't remember much about the first six years of my life, but I knew I was happy.

At the age of four my father and mother told me something very important, something that I had not expected.

My father was a ninja, and not only that, but he was one of the few ninja that stood against the evil organization of ninjas that call themselves the dokugan ryu, named after the first leader of the organization. My parents had told me that I was to follow in my fathers footsteps and protect Japan once he no longer could.

My father, considering he had enemies, began to train me in self defense. I was extremely exited that I would be able to help him bring down the bad guys in the secrecy only a ninja could obtain, so I worked hard to master everything my father taught me.

Thus, over the next two years in my life I was taught how to disappear into the shadows so I could keep undetected vigilance; I also learned several defensive kicks, flips, and punches. My father taught me patiently and kindly. Over those two Years I also studied and learned several languages.

My parents were extremely proud of my progress, although I had a long way to go until I could consider myself a true ninja.

Then it happened

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"Mother! Father! Guess what I just discovered!" I exclaimed excitedly, bouncing up and down.

My mother smiled down on me, "what did you learn?" She asked, amused.

I straightened my posture and stood as still and tall as possible, trying to look grown up, "DNA stands for deoxyribonucleic acid, and RNA stands for ribonucleic acid" I said, proud that I could pronounce, and remember the word. It's kind of tough for a 6 year old.

My father smiled as well, "that's very good, now go see what else you can learn" he said with a silky voice.

I ran off to my room, going back to my studying.

I read about random things for about an hour, and now I was on the topic of photosynthesis. Apparently it's the conversion of solar rays into food for a plant.

That's when I heard a loud crash coming from the room my parents were in.

I shot out of my seat, then cautiously crept towards my bedroom door which was slightly ajar. I peeked out of of opening, then crept into the hallway towards the kitchen.

Something was wrong.

I could sense it.

I made sure I wouldn't be noticed as I looked around the corner of the hallway into the kitchen. What I saw froze me in my tracks.

Standing in a fighting position in front of a shattered window were three ninja that dawned the shinobi that I recognized as dokugan ryu wear. They had found us. They had found my father.

I could only stand there, frozen in horror.

There was only silence.

Then the lead ninja broke it.

"Kill them" he commanded in a dark tone.

As he said this, he and one of the ninja approached my father while the other my mother.

Then they attacked.

Ninja drew their swords and ran at my father, who easily dodged as they swung at him. He swung a roundhouse kick at the head of the lead ninja, but it was blocked. The other ninja threw several shuriken at him, father dodged them by flipping backwards, but one got a lucky hit, grazing his arm. He pulled the now bloody shuriken out of his arm, and was about to throw it back at him when a blood curdling shriek filled the room.

I instantly knew it was my mother.

The ninja that had approached her had his sword pressed against her throat as he pinned her against his chest.

"Surrender." Growled the ninja holding my mother.

A defeated look crossed father's face as he dropped the shuriken. He had always been strong in battle, he had never given up, but when an innocent was involved, especially his own wife, it was almost as if he lost the fire to fight.

That was his greatest weakness.

The ninja leader chuckled darkly as he lifted his sword above father's head, and in one swift movement, he was forever lost.

All I heard was grief filled wail of mother as she fell onto her knees, sobbing. The lead ninja turned towards her, flicking the blood, my father's blood, off the top if the katana in a smooth motion. Then with the fluid accuracy of a practiced assassin, he stabbed the straight through my mother's heart. I watched as her limp body fell to the ground.

My heart skipped a beat.

They were dead.

I was alone.

The horror of seeing my own parents death was to much. I fell to my knees with a soft thud, my mind filled with grief, horror, terror, and sorrow.

The ninjas turned their heads towards me, exchanging confused glances.

The ninja who had held my mother captive whispered to the lead ninja, "our clan was unaware they had a child."

"Obviously." Growled the leader, "we have no orders to kill her." He said as he pulled a rag from one of his hidden pouches. I backed against a wall as he approached me, my eyes wide with terror. He knelt down in front of me as I pressed harder against the wall, putting the tag against my mouth and nose.

I soon found my vision going dark, spots danced across my eyes, and I lost consciousness.