By Nightflower
For information on Kayla (Cyber 338), click here. A fan character of Cybersix. To learn about this wonderful show, click here
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"Who is that?"
"One of the sensei's old students," said the person
next to her, "I hear he's a millionaire."
"He and Sensei look pretty close."
"He's pretty cute for an old guy," grinned Matsuri.
Kayla playfully punched her on the shoulder. "Ow! Well he
is!"
She continued to peer through the window, despite her friend's
complaints. "They're laughing now. They seem very
chummy. He looks foreign, like me. I wonder who he is."
"Now I remember who it is," said Ryuu, "It's Bruce
Wayne. I remember father talking about him before. He trained
with my father a long time ago... with a man called the
Kyodai Ken. The other man got expelled or something... Bruce
Wayne is supposed to be a very good fighter."
The teacher looked up and the man turned around. Matsuri swore in
Japanese. "They've seen us!"
Matsuri and Ryuu began to crawl away. "Come on Kayla!"
"Hang on! I'll be right there! I just wanna hear what
they're saying."
"You're going to get in trouble," muttered Matsuri, but
she hurried away.
"She looks new."
"She is." The teacher put down his cup of tea.
"She came to us full of anger and need for revenge. I did
not want to take her, but I also saw potential in her. She beat
my son in combat. Much calmer now, but very powerful. Not
normal."
Bruce looked at her again. She ducked away.
She heard what her teacher said. Sighing, she inadvertently
glanced at her pocket. Inside was a vial of green, glowing acid.
She needed it to survive; because she was not human.
"You're right," she said softly, "I'm not
normal."
"Ka-San, come in."
She froze, as she heard her sensei call her. "Ka-San? I can
see you."
Damn! She stood up and walked in the building with as
much dignity as she could muster.
"I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is-"
"Bruce Wayne," she finished. "I heard."
The old man raised an eyebrow and gave a shadow of a smile.
"This is Kayla, the student I was telling you about. She is
a foreigner like you."
"Ah. Pleased to meet you, Miss." He offered his hand.
She stared at it, and glanced at him. He uneasily dropped it and
coughed slightly.
"Ka-San is one of the fastest learning students I have ever
trained. She only came months ago, but she is now at the same
level as my son, who has been training all his life."
"Higher," she scoffed bluntly, uncomfortably shifting
before the two men.
A look was exchanged. Finally, the sensei spoke. "You may go
now."
She looked puzzled, but bowed and hastily left. "She's got
quite a chip on her shoulder," remarked Bruce.
"Reminds you of someone from a long time ago, doesn't
it?"
A few days later, she was walking to the temple for lunch. The
mysterious stranger was gone, and the Sensei was away again. Ryuu
was put in charge, much to her amusement.
"Ahh!"
A slight pinch on her neck. Frowning, she reached behind and
found a small dart stuck to her neck.
"Ryuu, if this is your idea of a joke, it isn't funny-"
The ground lurched underneath her. She felt dizzy and weak. She
fell to the ground, and everything went black.
When she opened her eyes again, she was on the dirt path, alone.
It was night. Slowly, she brought herself into a crouch, and
slowly she stood up.
What happened to me?
"Kayla! Kayla!"
She turned to see Ryuu running to her, obviously worried.
"Where were you? We had the students look all over for
you!"
"I was.. I was..." she was confused. "I don't
know."
The stranger was fast, but not fast enough to outrun a
high-powered machine. He was amazed at her grace and power... no
creature on earth could leap that high, not even the well-trained
assassin he fought before. She's grown stronger since they last
met, he thought grimly.
He steered the plane so close it almost knocked her off the
building, but she bent down in time. She was completely covered
in a dark cloak but she had a sword. It had to be Curare.
"Terry, what's going on?"
"I got bad news for you. Curare's back."
He jumped out of the plane and rolled onto the building. She
wasn't running away or moving, just watching him with intrigue.
All her features were shadowed because the hood was pulled over
her face. She started to back away, but he didn't let her. His
rockets powered on and he blasted her into the wall.
"Ugh!"
She slammed against the wall but was unfazed. She firmly planted
her feet on his stomach and kicked him away. Batman winced in
pain and landed on the concrete. She ran in his direction,
impossibly fast. He unwillingly raised his arms in a defensive
position. She wasn't thinking about him however. She coiled back
and launched herself above his head onto the next building and
continued running. Batman turned his rockets on again and flew
after her.
"You've got to see this; she's unbelievably strong, even for
an assassin like her. I think she must have had some sort of
genetic surgery, or steroids, or something."
"I am watching. Be careful."
"Aren't I always?"
Bruce did not respond.
Terry reached for his belt and pulled out a batarang. It sprang
open and he hurled it at the woman. It sliced through the air and
stuck firmly into the concrete- and it pinned her flowing cloak
on the floor with it. As she tried to free herself, he swooped
down and hit her in the face.
He landed and whirled around. Sword in hand, she cut off the
portion of fabric trapped on the floor. She spun around and
attacked him with her sword. Taken by surprise, he ducked in
time. She struck and he dodged. She whipped around and kicked him
off the building. He yelled as he was hurled towards the
unforgiving ground far below. She leaped away and ran off without
looking back.
His senses registered, and he turned his rockets back on. He
zoomed onto the building, but she was gone already.
"Why can't she leave me alone?" he muttered.
"Terry?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Come back. I want to show you something."
A middle-aged Japanese man appeared on the screen; although he
was fit for a man his age, his hair was gray and his face was
tired by years of hardship. She gasped. Was this her friend, the
mischievous boy? How much time had passed? Why did she stay
unchanged?
He squinted at her. "Who are you?"
"It's Kayla. Kayla Diedrich?"
"What? It can't be!"
"Look at me!" she snapped, folding back her hood,
revealing her inhuman black eyes and scrappy black hair.
"Have you forgotten what I look like?"
"It's impossible," he murmured, "Yet you look just
like her.."
"I am her. Your friend."
He believed her. He leaned forward. "What happened to
you?"
"I- I don't know. Last thing I remembered, you were
seventeen, and now you're- well, old."
"Thanks," he said wryly, "You haven't changed a
bit."
"That's kind of obvious. How much time has passed since you
saw me last? When we were training under your father?"
"Twenty years."
It seared through her brain and she sat upright. Twenty
years! She was right; she was in the future. It had
something to do with the scientists.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing. Everything. I'm so confused." She paused.
"How's my teacher?"
"You mean, my father?" He looked away. "He died. I
tried contacting you, but you move like a shadow."
She was about to say that she did not remember moving anywhere
away from the dojo, but dismissed it. It was unimportant.
"Oh."
His perception was unfazed, even after years of passing.
"You have a sword on your side."
"Oh yeah." She unsheathed it and showed it to him.
"It's Sensei's. I found it in a box in the-" She
drifted off, unsure of what to say next. Knowledge was power, and
since she had very little knowledge of where she was, she decided
to say as little as possible; even to an old friend like Ryuu. Literally
and figuratively, she thought sadly.
"That's incredible. I heard that Sensei gave it to you as a
parting gift." He scanned for face for recognition, but it
was a blank; she didn't remember that. He wisely said nothing and
continued. "Do you remember Bruce Wayne?"
"The millionaire friend? Yes. From Gotham City." She
looked around. "Actually, I'm in Gotham right now."
"Kayla. Ka-San. Orchid," he said using Sensei's name
for her (Exotic and foreign like the flower but still requiring
support to grow, the old man had explained), "The teacher is
dead. As his former student, you must-"
"I understand."
Even amidst the chaos... in a harsh city in the future, she was a
ninja. And she had a duty to fulfill.
He flew after her and tackled her. But she was like water and
slipped from his grasp. She didn't stop to fight though; she
continued running and leaping on the buildings.
There was no way he could match her speed, so he took to the air
again and flew over her. He veered and jumped down in front of
her. She had anticipated it and unsheathed the katana.
"I haven't done anything wrong." It was the first time
she spoke.
He snorted. "Gimme a break. No one who moves like that stays
out of trouble."
She said nothing. Her eyes didn't even shift, but he knew she was
planning to escape. A batarang slid out and he whipped it at her.
She had anticipated that as well. She let loose a ninja star and
knocked it off course. Both weapons hit the floor and stuck
there.
She raised her gloved hand, as if to shoot something, but he
body-slammed her into the ground. She crashed into the concrete
and slid across the building, her head dangling above the storeys
and traffic below. She kicked him off and away and he waved
wildly as he began free-falling down. He grabbed her collar and
dragged her down with him.
The two black figures tumbled and fell and broke through the
glass of the museum below. Terry knew it well. He had fought the
Stalker there. His eyes narrowed as the shards of glass flew
around them.
She punched him and kicked him onto the floor. He hit the exhibit
below with a loud thump. She gracefully landed on an elephant
statue. "I don't have time to fight you. I have something to
do."
"Oh right. You've got things to steal."
"I'm not a thief! If you just-"
A wire whipped past her while she was indignantly shouting at
him. She looked around in surprise, completely tied up. Batman
shot up and landed on the elephant statue cautiously. He slowly
approached her.
She remained motionless until he was standing right in front of
her. Then she kicked him square in the stomach so hard, he fell
from the elephant's head onto the hard back. She jumped off the
head, and slid down the sharp tusk, the friction cutting the
ropes off. Freed, she continued falling and landed safely below
the giant elephant. Batman was not deterred and swooped down
after her. The two fought; she dodged a punch, he jumped over her
low kick and gave her an upper-cut. She kicked him across the
room. He crashed onto the wall, dazed, but ducked a stab from her
katana. While she was trying to pull the katana from the wall, he
hit her.
"Look! Batman's picking on a girl!"
He looked up to raucous laughter. There was a gang of young men
and women, dressed in bright clothes and clown make-up, and
brandishing chains. Jokerz.
She stood up beside him and wiped blood from her cheek.
"Well, gentlemen, it appears the Batman is busy
tonight," said the leader to his hooting goons, "So
we'll just quietly go about our way with our loot and not bother
him."
He laughed loudly and slung a bag over his back. In it were vases
and statues. His laughter was cut short by a batarang flying and
pinning the bag onto the ground. "Hey!"
Batman bodychecked him into an African mannequin. The henchmen
surrounded him, swinging their chains. Two, three,
four...Eight. A little much but- Ungh! Someone struck him
from behind. The gang hooted and sneered at him. A girl with a
poufy dress and funny hat beaned him with their trademark spiked
rubber chicken. She knocked him down. She was about to bean him
again, but a katana sliced through the air and cut the chicken in
half. "Huh?"
She didn't say anything else, because the ninja drop-kicked her
in the face while Batman was trying to get up. She kicked another
goon and knocked him into the guy's friend. Batman didn't have
long to watch her, because a huge henchman growled and tried to
ram him, but he grabbed his fists and flung the guy into some
fake rocks. She kicked her katana up and grabbed it. A chain
swung and wrapped around her katana and the clown tried to pull
it away. She countered the move, by jerking back and swinging the
guy into a pole.
Batman finished off two guys and then flew above the fight after
the leader, who was quietly making his way out of the museum.
"Going somewhere?"
The gang leader looked surprise, then snarled and grabbed a spear
out of the hands of another African figure. He clumsily charged
at Batman, who avoided the attack. He struck again, but Batman
grabbed the spear and wrenched it out of his hands. He grabbed
the jerk's shirt and punched him.
Batman let him fall and took his bag of stolen goods. He turned
around to see the gang members groaning and lying on the floor.
But the ninja was gone.
Visible as the wind...geez... Terry would have continued
fuming, but he heard sirens. He quickly fled the place and left
the Jokerz tied and ready for the police.
"I'm going to find her and finish the fight. That girl is
dangerous; she moves faster than a cheetah!"
"Sounds like your ego was bruised."
"This isn't about me! This-"
"Ahem."
The two men looked up. There was a girl standing on top of the
stairs leading into the cave.
"The door was open."
It was the ninja, still dressed in the black costume, and holding
the katana.
'That's her!" Terry excitedly pointed to her. Then he
realized that he was unmasked. "Oh no."
She walked over to the two of them. Terry growled and bared his
fists, but she held up her hand. She faced Bruce silently,
regarding him. Bruce looked surprised. He knew this girl..
She put her hands together and bowed. Then, with smiling eyes,
she unwrapped the cloth masking her face, revealing who she was:
the ninja, the cyber, the student. Bruce smiled with recognition.
"Greetings, Mr. Wayne." She held out the katana.
"Our teacher's soul is at peace. He would want you to have this."
She stepped forward and placed the katana before him. He bowed
and so did she. Terry watched confusedly.
"Thank you...Kayla, is it?" He raised his hand to shake
hers, but she stood solemnly, so he brought it down again.
He picked up the katana. "You haven't aged a day."
"I've been told that." She smiled at him and began to
walk away. Terry started after her, but Bruce grabbed his arm.
"No, Terry. Let her go."
"But she-"
"It's all right."
Terry backed off. "I still don't understand."
"There are some things you never will. Consider this one of
them."
Terry opened his mouth to say something and hastily shut it
again. Instead he stood next to Bruce and watched the girl
disappear from view.
Bruce sat silently, holding the katana. Terry glanced at him then
turned back to the stairway. "Will she be back?"
"Who knows? She's a ninja. They have their own ways.
But," he added as a bat flew over their heads; "I think
she's going to stay."
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