"Please, let it end." I whispered, hearing my cell door open. "I can't handle anymore. Death, come unto me on blissful wings."

A bulky figure's shadow appeared in the doorway. I released a whimper-like cry as it got closer. To my surprise, my noise was acknowledged by a soothing rumble.

"Miss, are you alright?"

I reached towards the calming voice, longing for comfort. The figure, a male, picked me up. I closed my eyes and snuggled into his plastron.

'Who knew a shell could be so warm?' I thought.

"Leo, who da shell are ya carryin'?" An irritated Brooklyn voice demanded.

My savior, Leo, tightened his grip on me. "I don't need to explain this right now, Raph. We have to get out of here."

Leo began running. The cold made me shiver. A sinking feeling in my stomach noted me of every time he jumped. Suddenly, we were greeted with fresh air. My rescuer paused before continuing on his path.

"Um, excuse me, Miss. Where do you live?" Leo asked.

I blushed in embarrassment and observed his green face, noting the blue mask. "I don't have a home."

His eyes widened. Leo smiled gently. "Would you like to stay with me for a while?"

"Yes. That would be wonderful." I sighed in happiness and snuggled against my turtle liberator. He carefully jumped into the sewers below.

"What is your name, young one?" The wizzned rat asked.

I knelt before the figure. "Master Hamato Splinter-San, I am Hikaritsubasa Utahime."

The room fell silent upon hearing my name. Splinter gazed deeply into my eyes.

"I presume-"

I placed my unsheathed katana in front of him. "Master Splinter, I am nothing like my uncle. He is a cruel, dishonorable man, and I want nothing to do with him. He was the one whom locked me away, allowed his men to torture me. This happened because I refused to join him. H-he killed my kazoku. My family is gone from this world because of Orkoru Saki." His name dripped from my tongue like venom.

Leo gently knelt beside me, a comforting hand on my shoulder. My gray hair covered my silver eyes as I bowed my head to keep my composure.

"Utahime, I won't let him get you again. Gomen nasai for all of your pain." Leo murmured in my ear.

I buried my face in his shoulder, unable to contain my sorrow any longer. He pulled me into a tender hug, minding my wounds. My throat made the odd noise from before, and Leo repeated his rumble. Eventually, my tears ceased. Leo kept me close while introducing me to his family.

"Leo, I need to check her wounds." Donatello said.

I rose from my place by Leonardo and smiled. "It is unnecessary, Don. I have an advanced healing process. See?" I showed him my cuts, which were quickly vanishing.

"Amazing! How does it work?" He asked in wonder.

"I'm a mutant. My parents were human, but my mother was sick with me. Kyūkyokuno Utahime healed her, and I was born like this. I didn't cry as a child; I sang instead. I am a songbird-human hybrid." To prove my point, I spread my silver wings.

"That explains the lack of screaming." Mikey said

Well, it's safe to say that the wings almost made Donatello have a panic attack. He was on me in an instant, observing my feathers and asking rapid-fire questions.

"How did you get wings? What kind are they? What's your wingspan? Can you actually fly? Are they immune to pain or wounds? Are-"

I held up my hands in the universal, 'Whoa, Nelly' gesture. "Kyūkyokuno Utahime's healing gave me wings. They're from a gray nightingale, my wingspan is eighteen feet, of course I can, and they're about as susceptible to pain as I am. You can ask me anymore questions later."

Something touched my feathers, and I whacked a green head with my other wing.

"Oww! That hurts, dudette!" Michelangelo whined, holding his head.

I giggled softly. "Sorry, Mikey. Force of habit, I suppose." Then I noticed that one turtle was silent throughout everything. Until now.

Raphael growled at me. "How do we know you ain't workin' for da Foot?" The red-banded turtle was holding his sais in a hostile gesture.

My right hand grasped my katana. "Now, riddle me this, Raphael: Why would they torture me for six years, beat and starve me, if they wanted me to work for the Foot? It doesn't make any sense."

"Rriiiggghhhttt, and how did ya manage ta get a sword?" He sneered.

"They allowed me to keep it. I was weak from my beatings, and don't forget that they starved me. I was and am in no position to fight."

Suddenly, I felt lightheaded. I stumbled a bit before collapsing to my knees.

"Utahime!" Leonardo and Donatello were by me in an instant.

I closed my eyes and bowed my head. "I-I'm f-fine. R-really."

"Fine, my shell. Come on, Leo. Let's get her into the lab." Don said.

Leo gently carried me into Don's lab. My head pounded, and my breath was shaky. The walls appeared to be closing in on me.

"Claustrophobia." I muttered. "I've got claustrophobia. Not good..."

Don looked at me, panicked. "I need to call April. I'm not a psychologist."

"Well, hurry up!" Leo said.

Don obeyed, and my world faded to black.

Hello! I am LunaTheSprite, but seriously, call me Luna. This is my first fanfiction, so please be nice! I've had this idea for quite some time, but I just now managed to write it!