After all that trouble with Stockman, they're fine with just relaxing. Mikey was out on a pizza run when he found a girl with a daemon get attacked by a man. After saving her, he takes her home. When old problems arise, Mikey can't help that his heart choses someone without his permission...and doesn't know hers does the same... RaphOC DonOC LeoOC MikeyOC
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Sam walked through the shadows, but she couldn't see the light of the streetlamps or the cars that were driving through the streets.
Her daemon was an owl on her shoulder, looking around, her eyes wide.
'Anything, Delila?'
'Not yet, Sam…'
Sam sighed, feeling the walls of a building with her fingertips.
'How could I lose my phone in an alley?'
'Maybe 'cause you're blind.'
'Don't start, Delila.'
Delila jumped to the ground as a lynx, and sniffed around before smiling.
'Found it!'
'Finally!'
Sam picked it up, putting it in her pocket.
'Now we just need to head back up to the apartment…'
Delila nodded, becoming a black alley cat, a white spot on her eye, and padded ahead.
Sam followed as if she could see her daemon, not faltering a step, when someone grabbed her arm roughly.
She cried out as Delila whirled around as a Clouded Leopard, baring her fangs and snarling.
"Let me go!!"
Sam struggled, but a hand clamped over her mouth as the other held her wrists behind her back.
Delila rushed forward, sinking her fangs into the attackers leg.
He removed his hand from Sam's mouth, and she cried out in pain as he took a metal pipe and smacked Delila upside the head, knocking her senseless.
She felt something hit her upside the head, and her knees gave out beneath her.
She thought it was only a hallucination when an orange and green blur jumped out of the shadows and fought…
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Sam felt like she was flying, but there was a warmth on her chest, obviously Delila, and another warmth that was wrapped around her in a hold.
'Delila?'
'…My head hurts…' Her now cat-shaped daemon whined in her thoughts.
'Who's holding us?'
Delila opened her eyes, looking up at their savior.
'…A mutant turtle?'
'…Are you kidding with me again?'
'No! I swear!'
Sam sighed, opening her misty green eyes, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Mikey. Just saw you were in trouble and thought you needed some help, dudette."
"…Thank you…where are we going?"
Delila shook herself slightly, stretching.
"To my place. I think you got a concussion."
She sighed, running a hand through her dark green, almost black, hair, feeling a bump.
'Just great…'
Delila meowed, looking up at the orange-banded turtle curiously.
'He's nice…he won't hurt us…'
Sam relaxed slightly, her eyelids growing heavy.
'Well, it's not like I'm gonna get hurt or anything…'
So she dozed off, unconsciously snuggling into her savior's warmth, hearing his heartbeat, but not noticing the deep red covering his cheeks…