Hi, I'm AnimeDreama, and this is my first story... I own nothing, unfortunately.

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Update 2/5/2017: I have come back to edit and add on new chapters at the request of 'I Write When I Am Bored' who was quite adamant that I continue this story of mine. Due to fact that it has been a long time that I have visited this story, chapters will be slow. I will try to finish it before inspiration is zapped out of me and life throws me a curved ball again.

Wish me luck.

Preface

It was not the best day to be walking out on the streets, so sue her! She was in a walking mood, and of course it just had to be raining when she decided to go for a walk and she was one stubborn bitch, and she was too proud to let a little rain stop her. Alright, so it wasn't raining a little, but that was beside the point. She did not think she was about to be drowned just by walking.

Sighing, Roseanne stared up at the downpour of the ice-cold rain, numb to everything around her. Her mother and father were playing 'you-are-not-the-favourite-child' game with her again, and had kicked her out of the house with nothing but what she had on her at that moment, which just so happened to be her school bag and her favourite clothes which were currently being soaked through by the rain she was currently drenched in.

Ah, and there was that repetitive thing she did whenever she was angry. She would go over the situation that made her angry or whatever was currently happening to her that made her ticked off, and build up the rage until she inevitably exploded, which she was told, was never a pretty sight.

"Hey pretty thing, what are you doing out here all alone?" a rather disgusting voice asked suddenly, and she scolded herself for not paying attention to her surroundings.

Turning, Roseanne kept her eyes on the ground, before she slowly tilted her head up to glare into the eyes of a gang member, with a weird ugly chicken on his bicep.

Wait...

It looked a bit like a dragon...

How original...

"You picked the wrong night to pick on me" Roseanne drawled, and without warning, she tackled the guy to the floor.

She leapt up and punched one oncoming gang member in the stomach before she ducked under another's punch, and sussed the situation quickly as the Purple Dragons backed off for a bit, getting the fact that she was more than a match for them. However, Roseanne tensed as she realised that these men seemed to have other things in mind, from what she gathered from their lustful stares, and she cursed herself for getting caught in the rain, causing her clothes to cling to her body and leaving only so much for the imagination.

Roseanne sussed out an escape plan, and rushed towards two weaker-looking members of the Purple Dragons, and using a chair that was there, she used it as a spring-board, and leapt into the air, using their shoulders to spring herself further away from them, thanking her lucky stars that she had decided to take martial arts as a hobby, before bolting off. She may want to beat these guys to a bloody pulp, but the matter of the fact was, was that males were stronger than females physically, which did nothing but proceed to spark her anger further as she ran, hearing the footsteps of the other gang members behind her.

As she ran, she suddenly found herself falling.

BANG!

"OUCH!"

Spitting out god-knows-what and it sure tasted nasty, and she forced herself not to hurl. She pushed her upper body up and saw that she had fallen down an open manhole cover, and there were four...

"You've gotta be kiddin' me" she deadpanned as she took in the four figures before her, who just so happened to be green, bald, three-fingered, two toed and had shells on their backs.

"First I'm kicked out, get rained on, and chased by leaches on two legs, fall down a bloody man-hole, taste shit, and find four bloody mutated Turtles out of something from a science fiction film-

"This is so..."

"Typical!"

With that, she promptly fainted.

"Well, what'd we do now?"

"Can we keep her?"

Splinter was meditating in the lounge room for once, while his sons were out for a run around the sewers to burn off some of their ever-present energy; Michelangelo in particular.

It was one of those rare occasions when he was actually able to have some peace and quiet and have some time to himself. He loved his sons, he really did: but there was only so much that a single father could handle: even if said single father was a mutant rat from Japan.

"Master Splinter!" he heard the voice of his oldest son, Leonardo call him, and Splinter opened his eyes to look up at his sons, who appeared as suddenly as they had disappeared. He sighed to himself, at the sudden loss of his peace, but his eyes instantly narrowed on the girl that was being carried by his more hot-headed son: Raphael.

"What happened, my sons?" Splinter asked, almost knowing the answer already.

"We found her running from Purple Dragons" Leonardo said in his business-tone, the one he used whenever he recounted his and his brothers trips outside the lair.

"She fell through an open manhole cover" Raphael added, shifting the teen in his arms, and headed towards the lounge where he placed her down, and she almost immediately rolled so that her back faced the couch and she was curled inwards slightly on her side.

Master Splinter took in a few bruises that were forming on her hands, and frowned. "She fought with the Purple Dragons?" he asked.

"Yeah" Donatello, his more intellectually-inclined son replied, frowning as he crouched beside the teen, and gingerly looked over her knuckles. "But she hasn't broken any bones. She's just caused minor bruising. It will go down in time."

"She got lucky" Leonardo said, frowning thoughtfully down at the teen.

"From the way I saw it, she had a plan" Raphael said gruffly, his tone thoughtful.

"Yeah! This dudette was awesomely radical in that fight! She even sussed out an escape plan!" Michelangelo exclaimed.

Splinter frowned, "Let her rest, Michelangelo. We will all take turns to see when she wakes up."

"Yes Master Splinter" the four replied in unison.

Lilyanna, Jasanne and Lavanne all stared out the window of the attic into the rain; all waiting for their oldest sibling; even though Lilyanna was Roseanne's twin. Tensions had risen high in the household; and it had gotten worser over the years.

The three of them stood waiting side-by-side; a frown marring their beautiful faces as they felt trouble brewing in the air.

Something was wrong.

End!

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Roseanne and Lilyanna (born January), Jasanne and Lavanne (born December)

(Roseanne and Lilyanna are fraternal twins born in January, and Jasanne and Lavanne are fraternal borns in the same year, but at the end in Decemeber)

Roseanne: usually pronounced as ROZ-ann

Lillyanna: usually pronounced as Lilly-ann-ah

Jasanne: usually pronouned as JAZ-ann

Lavanne: usually pronounced as LAV-ann

Just in case you were wondering how they were pronounced :)