Hi everyone! This is my first fanfiction so I'm still a bit new to this whole deal. Please leave CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. I will greatly appreciate that, but please, refrain from negative comments. Help me out to fix the problem, not complain about it with no feedback. I'm super excited to submit my first ever story and I hope it turns out very well! Thank you all so much! God bless!
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT or its affiliates. I also do not own Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. I only own Mei and her back story.
My head is swimming as I wake up from my daze. My eyes begin to flutter and I know, once I take a look at the ceiling above me, I am not, as Dorothy would say, in Kansas anymore. My hand reaches up to lightly touch my forehead, only to feel a thin bandage and a slight damp spot. If I had hit my head, it's probably blood from the blow. I can faintly hear conversation around me as I slowly gain consciousness.
` "Is she going to be all right," a voice close by asks.
"She should be. We'll only know once she wakes up, but be very careful when she does. We still don't know how she'll react to us. You know what happened the last couple of times we did this," another voice chimes in.
"Yeah, but April and Casey turned out to be great friends, Don. And besides, you saw as much as we did what she can do. She's like us. I'm pretty sure we can trust her," the first voice replies.
I easily try to sit up, but, as a soft groan escapes my lips, I fall back against the soft fabric of the couch. Several padded footsteps begin to head towards me. The next thing I know, I have three green fingers examining my wound, checking to see that the bleeding hadn't started back up. I look up into amber eyes, masked by a purple bandana. A green face surrounds the mask, smooth reptilian skin. The edge of a bo-staff sticks out from behind his shell. I get a tiny glimpse of a darker shade of purple wrapped around the middle of the staff. Two other turtle like creatures come around the back of the couch and a fourth crouches down by my right.
The first, around the back, closest to me, has dark amber eyes, a red mask around them. His skin is a darker green, similar to the color of dark pine needles. Near his abdomen lay twin shafts wrapped in rusty red ribbon. The glint of the silver prongs of his sais sparkle against the overhead light.
The turtle closest to the end has beautiful baby blue eyes, an orange mask around them. His skin is a soft, gentle tone of green, almost like new leaves on a flower stem. Light brown freckles speckle his cheeks right under his eyes. Around his waist lie two pairs of nun chucks, orange ribbon wrapped around each middle.
The turtle to my right, crouching down beside my legs, has light chocolate eyes with a dark hue in the center, a mask of a deep shade of blue around them. His skin tone is a light rusty green. A light brown strap hands from around his back to his right shoulder and around his torso holding his twin katanas, dark blue ribbon decorating the shafts.
Each one has a dark brownish green shell and a pale tan plastron covering their chests and sides. They all look extremely healthy and fit, the well-defined muscles giving a great deal of an idea of their strength.
"How're you feeling," a voice says breaking through my observations and thoughts. It was the second voice of the conversation I had heard earlier. I look up to see it was the voice of the purple masked turtle. I'm guessing his name is Don.
"Um, I'm fine, I guess," I say. "Where am I?"
"Our home," the blue clad turtle explains. "After seeing you get hurt in that fight, we couldn't leave you out there." His voice is full of confidence and authority, an air about him I feel he keeps at all times.
"Okay. So, who are you guys," I ask.
"I'm Leonardo. These are my brothers," the blue masked turtle replies again.
"Donatello." The purple.
"Raphael." The red.
"Michaelangelo, at your service, ma'am." The orange. He gives a bow towards me with a very cheeky grin on his face. I give a small laugh at his happy-go-lucky attitude.
"What's your name," Leonardo asks me.
"Yimei, or Mei for short," I reply.
"Yimei. Means beautiful rose in Japanese." Donatello informs the others.
"Right. So, who's oldest to youngest here?"
"I'm the eldest," Leonardo chimes in. "Raph is after me, Donnie, then Mikey."
"My sons, do not discourage our visitor. She needs rest."
A rat like creature emerges from behind us, a dark brown and black tunic covering his body. His fur ranges from shades of brown to white. He seems to be a very knowledgeable creature by the way that he speaks. His eyes are a light shade of brown with a touch of a golden hue.
"Sorry, Master Splinter," Leonardo says. "We were just making sure she was okay."
"Yes, but an injured mind must heal as well as an injured body. She needs time so that she may take in all of what we are."
"Yes, sensei."
"Come, my sons. Please miss, get some much needed rest then we shall explain more to you."
"I'll stay in here and keep an eye on her," Donatello says. "I've got work to do anyway."
"Very well, Donatello. Leonardo, Raphael, Michaelangelo, training in the dojo."
"Yes sir," they all say, then get up and follow Splinter into the farther back part of this place where the dojo must reside. As he walks away, Leonardo, for a moment, looks back over his shoulder, meeting my eyes, then, seconds later, pulls away and continues on to the dojo.
I'm a little upset to see them to have to go. It was kind of interesting to meet those like myself. I shiver slightly as reptilian sin touches my forehead, examining it once more.
"The bleeding seems to have stopped, but you have a slight concussion, so you need to rest. Just take it easy for a while," Donatello says.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Donatello," I reply.
"Don't mention it. It's the least we could do after you helped us. And please, call me Donnie."
"Okay. So, how long have you guys been here? And I know this is your home, but where exactly is here?"
"We've been here all of our lives, so about eighteen years. And we're in a farther back part of the sewers."
"Wow. I never thought the sewers could look so homely," I say.
"Well, you learn to love it."
I'm taken aback by Donnie's reply. I know what it's like to have nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to when everything else around me seemed to slip right through my fingers. My mind lingers to the thought of the scars on my back, the thought of my family before he had ruined everything in life. If life as a mutated human is difficult, I can only imagine life as a mutated turtle.
"Um, you okay," Donnie asks. I'm broken from my thoughts by the concern in his voice. I look up to find soft eyes meeting mine, questioning if I'm alright.
With a small grin, I reply, "I'm fine. Just thinking, is all."
"About what?"
"Uh, nothing much," I say, trying to brush it off. I don't want to get into this conversation yet. It's already bad enough I had almost brought it up.
"Okay, well, get some sleep. We'll talk more when you wake up," Donnie states.
"Okay. Thank you again," I say, drowsily, then pull the blanket up closer and let my mind drift to sleep.
First chapter up and done! I've hoped you enjoyed it! Can't wait for the reviews.
