…Ok, gonna be honest. I actually wasn't going to post thus until I was done with it all, but in honor of my second youngest sister getting a kitten and naming it Klunk (I'm entirely serious here. She's a die-hard Michelangelo fangirl), I figured, eh, why not? I have three chapters done after this, and will post them if you guys like this. If no one likes it… then I'll delete it and forget this ever happened. Now, I'd like to make it clear, I'm aware lots of people have done this kind of thing before, and I am in no way trying to steal their work.

This was originally inspired by my sisters all being weird and fangirly at the movies. There's six of us girls in total, and we have a brother that was born fourth. At the movies, while we were waiting for the adds and trailers to be done, my second oldest sister asked 'how crazy cool would it be if we got zapped into their universe?!', and thus this idea was born. Anyway, five of us girls have been way into Ninja Turtles since we were little girls, we grew up on the 2003 series, mostly. But to be honest, the 2012 series was what really sparked what we call Toon-Crushies. And yes, I am aware of the 'I' I just put in crushes. Anyway, we all went to see the new movie, and we all immediately fell in love, I think. I'm not gonna reveal who my favorite turtle is just yet, but I will say this- I would gladly marry him on the spot. Especially since they look so real in the new movie, like something tangible we can actually touch and/or date. As stated in the summary, this is based on the 2014 movie, with minor deviations to the plot, and more of a development for characters. I'm considering adding in April, but I'll you guys decide.

Ok, I'm going to shut up now. Please enjoy, and leave a nice review with your thoughts, feelings, critiques, favorite characters, whatever.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. If I did… well, I'd be hiring a bunch of scientists to make me a real life insert-favorite-turtles-name-here, and I'd be marrying him. But I don't. So hey.

Danica knew they should have hailed a cab.

The morning had been fine. It was a Saturday, so they'd slept in late. After waking up at ten-ish, fighting over the bathroom, best shampoo and all the hot water, they'd had a quick breakfast and a long, hard four hour training session of tessenjitsu. She wondered how much the kids at school would tease her if they knew she was technically a kunoich that carried around a deadly fan most of the time. Probably a thousand times over.

She supposed she couldn't really complain about her life. She had a home, a nice family- no matter how much her sisters drove her crazy- an admirable education. She'd scored a perfect 36 on her ACT and 2400 total points on her SAT. She'd been offered twenty three full-ride scholarships, both in and out of national borders. Bullies weren't exactly a big deal, and it wasn't her place to gripe. She was just about three quarters way done with senior year of high school; she'd yet to pick out a college.

"Dani?"
"Hey yo Braniac!"

"Huh?" her head snapped up from where she'd been reading something on her phone. "Oh, uh, sorry…" she blushed, just as she always did when directly addressed. Blowing a strand of pesky caramel colored hair out of her face, she said, "Yeah, what's up Lindreanna?"

Her big sister sighed, nodding at the waitress standing beside their booth, looking more bored than should be possible. "Whaddaya want, squirt?"

Her pale cheeks colored further. "Um, m-my bad. Can I just get a shake?"

She smacked on her gum. "Ice cream machines down. I just said that."

"Ok… then just a root beer, please."

"Kay, whatever." And the waitress walked away.

As soon as she was gone, Mikayla giggled like a madman and put a finger to the tip of her nose, rushing it up and giving herself a pig nose. Giving a haughty toss of her hair, she put on a terrible British accent and said "Oh excuse me, I don't think you saw my crown. I am Princess You're-Unimportant-Garbage-And-I-Rule-The-World! Bow before me and grovel, you worms!"

While Danica giggled at her only younger sister's antics, Lindreanna sighed and rolled her eyes. Reyna hit her in the forearm. "Knock it off. Its bad enough I have to sit next to you; quit poisoning the atmosphere with your weirdness."

"Lindie, Ray-Ray's being meeeaaan!"
"Two can play at that game. Lindie, Mickey's being a dork agaaaiiin!"

"Shut up, both of you." The oldest ordered. "Here come our drinks. Stop acting like five year olds. And don't call me Lindie."

"Whatever, Big Boss." Reyna popped one earbud in, swiping a lock of silken black hair behind her ear as she flicked through the playlist on her cell phone. She took a swig of her coke. "So, what's next on our agenda?"

"Meh, maybe some last minute window shopping?" suggested the oldest, sipping her diet pepsi. "We have to be home before ten, ya know."

Reyna scoffed. "Says who?"

"Says me. Mom put me in charge while she's in China." Their mother had left right after their tessenjitsu lesson that morning, and wouldn't be back for another month.

"Pfft, whatever. Like I'm gonna take orders from you."
"You have to."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do!"

"Oh who cares?!" Mikayla laughed, chugging all her grape soda in one long go. "We're all alone for an entire month! Dudes, we can do anything we want! I am so drinking soda before bed!"

"No you're not!" Lindreanna snapped. "You know that gives you sleep terrors. We're going to do things the same wa-"

"Ooh, guys! I just had a totally great idea!" she gushed, completely ignoring her oldest sister. "We should go build a bear!"

"You want to go there?" Danica gawked at her. "We haven't gone there since we were six years old!"

"Exactly why we should go tonight!"

Reyna yanked on one of her braids, making her wail. "Mickey, you're a moron."

"Yeah… building a bear is out of the question. Sorry Mickey, but no way." Said girl pouted. "But we've still got another two hours till curfew." She glanced outside. The sun was just setting, but the huge skyscrapers cast such dark shadows it seemed like night had come an hour early. She glanced at her phone. "Yeah, its 8:12. So, like I said, two hours. Any suggestions that don't involve stuffed animals or other children's items?"

"We should hit Victoria's Secret." Reyna suggested, taking another swig from her drink. She like to pretend it was real alcohol, but her sister had such a stick up her-

"Why there?" Danica sounded disturbed. "Its like number two on the top ten hang outs for sluts."

"Hey, just cuz I like me the occasional sexy lacey bra and panties doesn't make me a slut."

"Ray, I didn't mean… oh forget it!" throwing her arms up in a quick defeat, she sipped her root beer through the straw. "Can't we just go to that electronics store on third street? I heard they're having a sale on interface circuit boards. I could use one for my end-of-school science project."

"Ugh, gag me with a spoon!" groaned the youngest, clonking her forehead down on the table. "You're so boring! Is learning and smarty-pants stuff all that goes on in that massively big brain?"

She grasped the sides of her head. "My brain is not massively big… and I'd like to get an A, thank you!"

Reyna scoffed, gulping down the last of her soda. "Oh please. You're the teachers pet- you get an A regardless."

"Now wait just a minute-!"

"And besides. You've only been getting A plus pluses since, like, preschool."

"…There's no such thing as an A plus plus. And they don't even give grades in preschool."

"Exactly. You got nothin' ta worry about."

Danica muttered something under her breath, taking her glasses off and giving the lenses a quick wipe down on the hem of her dress. Pushing them back into place, she took a deep breath through her slightly upturned nose, and pushed it out through her peach lips. "…Why am I even having a conversation with you? All you do is insult me!"

Reyna laughed, flipping her head and sending a wave of lush, silky raven hair over her shoulders. "Cuz I'm the least annoying out of us."

"…Right. That's debatable."

"Girls, please stop." Lindreanna thunked her elbows on the table top, cradling her face in her hands, pointer fingers rubbing her forehead. "You're giving me a headache. We can sit here arguing all evening and waste the last of our free time, or we can find something productive to do."

"Why don't we go to the strip mall?" Danica asked. "Its got a little somethin' we can all enjoy."
"Which one?"
"Just a few miles that way."
"Oh, that one."
"The one with the awesome Italian place? I'm in! Whadda you think Lindie?"

"Sounds fine to me," she shrugged. "And stop calling me Lindie!"

They all scooted out of the booths, pulling on their jackets, leaving the money on the table. "C'mon guys," Danica bent down for a moment, as if adjusting the ties on her boots, but in reality was subtly adjusting the Tessen fan she kept tucked away in there. "Let's see if we can hail a-"

"Oh, not a caaab!" Mikayla moaned with a whine. "They're way too tiny! And they smell weird! We should take the subway!"

"…And New York City subways don't smell weird?"
"Mickie, you smell weirder than cabs or subways."
"More room!" she insisted, sticking her tongue out at Reyna. "And I'm wearing your perfume, so there!"
"I knew you sole my perfume!"

"GIRLS! Quit! I honestly don't care either way-"

"Cab!"
"Subway!"
"Cab will be faster!"
"Will not! And the subway is fun!"
"I don't wanna hafta deal with the headache of the subway maps-"
"Then I'll deal with it!"
"You'd probably get us stranded in Canada!"
"Would not!"

"ZIP IT!" with the order, in an instant, Lindreanna had whipped out her favorite tessen, pointing it at the two. To the common passerby, she was merely brandishing a shiny, prettily decorated black Japanese fan. Unless you caught it in the light just right, you'd never know it was a steel, sharp and deadly weapon in the right hands. "That's enough outta you two. We'll just flip a coin."

"Oh forget it," Danica huffed, pushing her glasses up. "Let's just go."

"Yaaay!"

They began crossing the street. The traffic was backed up for at least half a mile, they could tell if they squinted, and so merely began picking their way around cars. Mikayla was happy to leap up onto the hoods and jump from car to car, merely laughing as people yelled and honked their horns. Of course, Reyna followed, though not laughing and giving people her favorite finger when they complained. Lindreanna and Danica took the practical way, picking around the cars, the younger of the two blushing and keeping her head down, muttering profuse apologies that she knew no one could hear.

"Come on slow pokes!" jeered Reyna as she leapt down, the updraft catching her black mini skirt, and she was suddenly glad she'd worn knee length leggings, which had been ripped off forcefully for the frayed rebel look. "Whatcha waitin' on?"

"Uh, decency, politeness, common sense?"

"Wuss," Reyna huffed, adjusting the collar of her black leather jacket, tracing one of the stubby metal spikes. "Just come on. I want a decent seat.

They'd just paid for their tickets when they heard the gunshots. The sound ricocheted off the walls, seemingly made much louder by the deep tunnels and cement walls. A collective scream rose up among the people, and Danica was horrified when a flood of men came rushing in, all dressed in black and carrying guns, each uniform proudly displaying a dreaded symbol.

The blood drained from her already naturally pale face as all at once, a crowd of at least four hundred people went screaming and running and shoving for the exits. She was shoved up against a wall, although by a crazed stampeding pedestrian or Foot soldier she wasn't sure, and lost her footing, slipping down to the floor at a painful angle.

"Danica!" for a moment, she laid their dazed from where her head had hit the concrete, and could fuzzily make out her oldest sister kneeling beside her, trying to usher her to a standing position. It took her a few long seconds to realize her vision was excessively blurry; all she could see were vague colors and moving things. Her glasses had fallen off. She could already feel a migraine coming on. "Come on Danica! Get up!" they tugged her to her feet, and were just about to run away with the others.

…But then they heard a gun click behind them, and she felt something cold and metal press to her temple.

Danica's heart stopped. Sea foam green eyes wide, she cried out in pain as someone grabbed her long hair, and jerked her neck to the right. Her sisters all cried out, being restrained by a number of Foot soldiers.

She was mildly surprised to see a woman- at least, she thought it was a woman- holding her captive. She and her sisters were ushered down a tunnel, down a flight of stairs, and thrown to the cold concrete floor. Her head pounded, both in the need to clear her vision and the second collision with cement. She lay amongst a handful of other people, maybe fifteen or twenty, all whimpering and squirming and sobbing, silently begging for their lives. The soldiers were big and buff, slamming squeaking, ticking devices- bombs, she realized in terror- onto the walls amongst heads.

The person that had captured her suddenly called out in an assertive, feminine Japanese voice, "We know you're out there!" her sharp tone was made even colder by the echo.

Who was she talking to? More hostages?

"If you don't surrender, we start executing hostages," at this, several Foot aimed their guns, making people cry out. Wait, what?! Danica's blood ran cold, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming when she felt a hand close on her wrist. But then she smelled vanilla, and knew it was her sister. She said nothing, but meaningfully patted the pocket of her purse.

Feeling just a tiny sliver of relief, she managed to snake her hand into her sisters handbag. Her fingers closed around something cool and familiar and metal; her spare glasses that Lindreanna insisted one carrying all the time. Never before had she been so glad for her big sister's overprotective ways.

However, as she was pulling her glasses out, her finger caught on something, and before she could stop it, Lindreanna's phone clattered onto the pavement.

"You!" suddenly, there was that authoritative Japanese lady's voice and the click of a gun. "Stand up!"

Freezing for a moment but fearing the consequences of disobedience, she shakily tried to force her legs to work, fumbling with her glasses, desperate to see again. No such luck. The lady grabbed her by the roots of her hair once more, yanking her to her feet, the gun a mere inch from her forehead, her aiding vision utensil knocked from her hand. Danica's face took on a whole new shade of white. 'I knew we should have taken a cab…'

Me: What did you think? I hope it was pretty good; my first story, so admittedly a bit nervous here. Anyway, my sisters have pitched in a lot with this story, giving me ideas for plot twists and whatnot, and I let them name the girls I may or may not have based off of them. When I say I based my characters on my real sisters, I mean I derived little bits and pieces from their personalities and looks and preferred dress style. Kay? They don't really act like this in real life (for the most part), and what I was trying to accomplish was give the characters a real-feel while making them good match ups for four certain boys. Review, favorite, and/or follow please?

Danica: There's a gun to my head and you're asking for reviews?!

Mikayla: That's Dani-Code for 'Leave a review if you want me to live!'

Me: Who let you guys out of the story?! Get back in there!

Mikayla: Aw, ok. Readers, review! XD