A/N 7.18.2013: Just fixed the 1st chapter.
A/N This is my very first fanfic, and my first attempt at creative writing in a long LONG time. Any pointers would be helpful.
I own nothing except for oc's Mizu & Elric
Mizu: 30 Years old, 150 lbs 5'8" curvyish. Black shoulder length razored hair with outdated swoopy emo bangs, tattoos, Pretty, but not super pretty. Maybe a solid 7. Speaks like a sailor.
Elric: Black great dane with a white star on his chest. His ears are cropped. 5 years old, mellow happy dog.
Kind of a/u? Imagine the turtles as you see fit, just know that they're all in their late 20's early 30s. Donatello is 30 in this, a few months ahead of Mizu.
Mizu laid on her bed staring at the ceiling, trying to enjoy the cool air coming from the old window unit. She just installed the slightly yellowing a/c this morning. Donnie had found it on one of his scavenging trips and fixed it up for her, and to be honest it probably worked better than anything she would have gotten new (and overpaid for). It was a hot summer & her old unit was beyond salvaging. She was determined to get by with just her few fans, but he was worried about her & Elric getting heat stroke. At the time it was a nice most welcome surprise, but today it made her feel like crap. Complete and utter crap. How dare he be so fucking thoughtful. She looked over at the nightstand and at the two used pregnancy tests sitting on top of the copy of A Brief History Of Time that Donnie had also given her. She had forgotten to put the caps back on the ends of the sticks.
"Great. Just great." She said out loud, hoping she hadn't just made a bio hazard of the book.
"Fuuuuuuck. This EFFING sucks. What the fuck am I going to do? I can't tell him… No. I have to, right? This is so fucking stupid!"
She sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed, grabbed the pregnancy tests as she walked to the bathroom & sighed heavily as she looked at the "+" on each one, and chucked them violently into the waste basket.
"Ohhhh our DNA is too different… Nothing like this could ever happen… We don't need protection" she said mocking Donatello's voice.
"He's a dead man."
