A/N: This is my first TMNT fanfic, as well as my first fanfic under my new pen name, MissKingLawliet. It was quite a challenge putting this together. I hope you like it. :) Oh, and just so everyone knows… one of my main OC's, Samantha De Leon is, stylistically and charater-wise, a homage to Lili Rochefort from the Tekken video game series.
Disclaimer: TMNT is not mine. It belongs to its rightful owners. I only own my OC's and this fic.
Indeed, love comes in the most unexpceted forms. Once it comes, one feels the obligation to love no matter how different the other seems to be. No one, human or turtle, is an exception to this rule.
Til There Was You
Chapter 1: Elegant Rose
A young Filipino-Japanese beauty was dressed in a modified 19th century-style maroon-colored dress, the skirt as short as that of a school girl's own, grey stockings wrapped around her slender legs, as she walked through the neighborhood's alleys and streets, on a nightly hunt for a worthy adversary. Walking through a long narrow alley way, she smiled to herself, wondering what adventure this night would bring. Certainly there were more imbeciles who thought they could take her down, but ended up being either knocked down and in pain or running with their tails between their legs. She giggled at the thought. In her mind, she was unstoppable. Most definitely the greatest street fighter ever.
"Hey there, cutie." A male voice from behind her said, in a tone that was a mix cockiness and subtle playfulness. "What are you doing out so late at night? Your mommy and daddy might be looking for ya."
While not turning to face the man head-on, she chuckled, thinking she had found another silly maggot who wanted to play.
"Why, thank you for your concern." She replied in her sweetest voice. "But I am quite certain I can look out for myself. "
"Well then, why don't you stay with me and my buddies here?" More thugs, about five of them emerged from the darkest corners of the alley. "We'll take good care of ya." He laughed.
She laughed as well, seeing that her intuition was right. He truly was another imbecile who wanted to play. A pack of imbeciles. Truly delightful.
"Hm. Then I guess there's just no stopping you." She smiled. "I will just have to comply." She smirked and flipped her long, raven black hair then turned to face the men, who then whistled and gave cat calls once they saw how lovely she was.
"I am so taking this hottie home!" one of the men exclaimed. She shook her head and chuckled. "Such an idiot."
She had struck a nerve. "What was that?"
She smirked, seeing his infuriated expression. "You are such an idiot."
"No one calls me that and gets away with it!" the thug yelled. And without warning, he charged at the young girl. This was exactly what she was hoping he would do. As he ran for her, she just stood there casually with a left hand behind her back.
When he had gotten close enough, she grabbed his hair and gripped it firmly, as she stood upright and poised with her hand behind her back, as if holding a silver plate. Then, raising her long, slender leg up high, she gave him a blunt kick in the head, releasing him from her grip as she did so. The thug now lay face-first on the ground groaning in pain.
She looked at the other thugs, meeting their astonished expressions. She giggled haughtily.
"Come and get me, boys." She got into a poised, lady-like stance.
The men growled and charged towards her at once. One of them drew a knife and was ready to stab her, but she just grinned and did a cheerleader flip, her delicate feet colliding with his jaw. Some blood smeared onto her ebony ballet shoes, though she didn't mind at all.
Every rose has its thorns. Hers came in the form of poised fists and graceful butterfly kicks. Those who have felt her wrath have learnt not to carelessly mess with a petite doll of porcelain such as her. Having excelled in ballet and gymnastics, as well as being the captain of her school's cheer squad, she used these skills to her advantage in the world of street fighting; striving for beauty, elegance and unparalleled poise in her every movement.
One would wonder how she was able to keep such elegance and poise in battles; even when the hits from her opponents have become far too unbearable. It's simple really-It's the adrenaline from the fights that keeps her going. It didn't matter if she won or lost, as long as she felt that powerful rush in her every battle. Facing a formidable opponent only made the fight twice as enjoyable.
Tonight was no different. She truly loved the feeling of fighting off these imbeciles as the adrenaline rushed full force through her veins and brought so much joy and satisfaction into her heart. A goon that intended to whip her with his chain was met with a ballerina kick while another one who tried to attack her from behind with a wood stick got a poised and forceful hit on the head, her palm hitting him right on the top.
She smirked as she saw the bodies in pain on the ground. But then...
"GOTCHA!" One of the two remaining thugs had caught her in a headlock and put his big, rough hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming. The thug laughed.
"Now let's see ya try and get outta' this, little princess!"
She struggled in the thug's arms, and finally hit him between the eyes with a graceful fist and an elbow to the ribs. The thug shrieked as she did a high-flying somersault. She landed right on top of his head, giving him a double kick on the forehead as she jumped off.
The man fell over, completely out-cold. She smirked and looked to her side. The remaining thug was blatantly stricken in fear now.
"Crazy chick!" he exclaimed. "I'm getting outta here!" And he ran off.
'Like a scared dog with its tail between its legs.' She thought, making herself giggle.
Looking onto the bodies laid on the ground, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the sweet feeling of victory that once again rushed through her veins. She absolutely loved it! Satisfied for the night, she decided to go back home. She took out her cell phone and flipped it open, contacting her chauffer.
"Yes, Ms. Samantha?" A man with a Spanish accent answered promptly.
"I'm done for tonight, Marco." She told him. "Please pick me up at…" She ran out of the alley and checked the street sign close by. "157 Auburn Street."
"Oh, si, Senorita! Right away!" She hung up and closed her phone. A few moments later , headlights from a black and silver limousine approached near the sidewalk. She looked around cautiously and didn't bother to wait for Marco to open the door for her, opening it on her own.
"How was tonight's run, Senorita?" Marco asked, looking at her from the rearview mirror. The question made her smile.
"Invigorating." She replied. "Every adventure keeps making me feel even better than the last."
"Splendid." Marco exclaimed, with a pleased smile.
They drove off back home to her mansion. The white gates opened immediately as the limo approached. The limo parked in the large basement, where there was an SUV, the family van and the Camper.
She got out of the limo and crept through the basement entrance into the house. She went up the wide, grand staircase, careful not to wake her parents and her little sister, especially her parents and most specially her father. She knew he would be furious once he finds out she'd been out fighting again…Not that there was anything he could do to stop her. She just didn't like seeing him in too much stress.
She made it safely into her room. Finally feeling tired from the night's events, she slipped on her nightgown and crept into her princess size bed. She knew she'd wake up feeling incredible in the morning.
~~And there you have it, guys. :3 I hope you like it. For those who don't know yet. You may guess who Sam will end up with among the Turtles. ;) Those who already know, please keep quiet lol :P