Hamato Karai
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Category:
Comics › Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
9,812
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Quite poor. Don't sue.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This will be my last chapter for this story. Don't worry its only temporary. I'm currently moving from China back to the USA and between finding another job and apartment and what not, I won't be able to write anything new for a few months. Please bear with me during this time and pray that I don't get a writer's block in the process, because they tend to last a couple of years. Wish me luck and enjoy some mindless rough sex!
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Sometimes, though Karai would never admit it, she felt homesick. New York offered every comfort a person could want, but it could not replace everything. She was a Japanese girl, born and raised and nothing could change that. There were times when she looked out at the skyscrapers of the city and longed for them to be green hills. She would sometimes remember the holy Shinto temples, the beautiful gardens with cherry blossoms in bloom and the imposing Mount Fuji shooting upwards toward the heavens.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This will be my last chapter for this story. Don't worry its only temporary. I'm currently moving from China back to the USA and between finding another job and apartment and what not, I won't be able to write anything new for a few months. Please bear with me during this time and pray that I don't get a writer's block in the process, because they tend to last a couple of years. Wish me luck and enjoy some mindless rough sex!
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Sometimes, though Karai would never admit it, she felt homesick. New York offered every comfort a person could want, but it could not replace everything. She was a Japanese girl, born and raised and nothing could change that. There were times when she looked out at the skyscrapers of the city and longed for them to be green hills. She would sometimes remember the holy Shinto temples, the beautiful gardens with cherry blossoms in bloom and the imposing Mount Fuji shooting upwards toward the heavens.