The Untold Story- Karai

Chapter One

Fire burning, a man screaming in pain and agony. Why is he screaming like that? I almost feel bad for him...a woman's scream, which is loud and short. And then a baby's glorious wail, and another man' s chuckle. Fear curls in the pit of my stomach-the baby is going to get hurt by him, I know it.

"Karai." A voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

"Yes Father?" I ask, kneeling.

"What do you keep daydreaming about?" He says.

"Boys." I say smirking. No way am I going to tell him about my dream.

"Karai! Go train for an hour!" He says growling. I glare at him, and stomp off to the training dojo. As much as I don't want to train, I know that telling him about the dream isn't a smart idea. I quickly slide into the dojo, programming the Foot bot in there for an easy program. I slide my katana out, and hold it in defensive position.

"Karai. Set it harder. Now." He orders me. I scowl, and set it higher. Much higher. If he's going to be in here, than I'm going to give him a show. He's always hard to impress. I sweep my blade up, parrying the droids blows quickly. I feel eyes on me, and instinct has me dodging the Foot behind me, making the two stab each other. I sheath my sword.

"You may go Karai. And about boys. They are not for you right now. A good ninja is quiet, sneaky, resourceful, and respectable." He says, aiming the last part rather hard. I roll my eyes, and walk out of the dojo, and down the hall to the elevator. I hit the up button, stepping inside, and shooting up to the eight floor. I walk down the hall to my room, and lock the door behind me.

I flop down on my bed, sighing. The silk sheets below are cool and soothing against my face. My room is comfortable, with a queen size bed, a nightstand, and a closet. Set in a traditional Japanese style, it's comforting, but I need something calmer. I walk into my closet, and go to the very back, opening the door into another room.

Warm sunlight greets me as I walk across the light wood floors. This room is very plain, and also set in traditional Japanese style. There's a bamboo mat with a thin cotton matress, a small bonsai tree, and a meditation mat. I head to that, crossing my legs, and sitting quietly. I should probably explain the man. You see, he's my father, and I'm his daughter. And we're the two most powerful, and evil, people in New York.