Yo everyone!! For once, it's not slash^_^
Have found a new love in the mutant turtles amd have yet to figure out why…but hey? Why complain!! I don't own these guys (though I wish I did) so don't sue me. If you do, all you'll get is an Ork action figure and a poster of Naga the Serpent^_^ I hope you enjoy this, cause if ya do, I'll try and post more…If not, then I'll just write it for myself^_~
Lots of luv
-Bryn
Chapter1~Meetings
Donatello sighed softly as he glanced over at the small TV that sat on his desk. The black and white picture showed a dreary weather report. Well, dreary to all but him. The forecast was for rain most of the week and one heavy downpour for tonight. He smiled to himself, absent-mindedly tapping the piece of machinery he had been working on with a screwdriver. He was brought out of his rainy daydream when the object he'd been working on popped loudly and sent a wave of electricity through his hand.
"Damn!" he swore loudly as he threw down the screwdriver and nursed his tingling hand.
There came a sudden knock at his door. "Donnie!? You okay in there?" It was Michelangelo.
He knocked the offending piece of metal and wires to the far corner of his cluttered desk before yelling, "Yeah, great!" He glared through his goggles at the clutter on his desk then looked at the door. "Absolutely wonderful."
"You sure?"
Donatello didn't answer.
"Donnie?"
"I'm fine!!!" he snapped, colder than he had wanted to be. He heard Mikey's 'whatever dude' and his heavy footed retreat.
"Damn it all!" he whispered angrily to himself. He tore his work goggles off and hurled them across the room. "This just hasn't been my day!" And it was true. All day he had to put up with Leo and Raph at each others throats, a broken van, a broken motorbike (which he had just finished working on when Raph pulled up in the van complaining about an odd noise…the two of them had torn the thing apart before realizing the alternator was shot and it needed a new fan belt…oddly enough, the sound was only a stick caught up in the wires) and lets not forget the overwhelming need to be left alone in a lair full of other people that don't give a rats ass (sorry Splinter) about your desire for privacy. Now mind you, it wasn't always that Don wanted peace and quiet…just today and not getting it was making him an angry turtle. He massaged his temples.
The distant sound of thunder made him snap to attention. He loved the rain more than anything sometimes. Especially summer rains when the air was hot and thick and the rain pushed all that aside, bringing cool water down to earth. Summer rains were the best.
He listened carefully and sure enough the sound of splashing rain met his ears. He gave a huge grin and getting up he raced silently as he could to one of the two doors in his room. But not before he grabbed a book from his dresser top and his bo. He never knew what could happen once he left the lair, but he refused to get caught off guard and without a weapon!
He eased the door open gently, praying Raph hadn't decided to tinker around with the van or anything. His room adjoining the garage made for unknown escapes when he didn't want the others to know he was leaving. He knew it was dangerous but if he ever left like this, he rarely if ever when topside.
Slipping his bo into the support on his back, and clenching the book tightly, he silently made his way through the empty garage and out it's back sewer entrance.
The tunnels were dark, and every so often there was a waterfall of rain water from one of the topside grates. Despite the only light being of the dim streetlights above, Don made his way relatively easy to his secret spot which was nothing more than a ten by ten hole in the sewer wall. In fact, you would never even see it if you didn't know exactly where it was. But that hadn't stopped him from making it comfortable.
In then back sat a small couch, big enough for two (two turtles), a small shelf lined with random books, and a small portable gas lamp on top of it.
He smiled as he reached it. He loved this place…especially when it rained. There was a large grate just about five yards from the front of his nook and it let in a good amount of streetlight, and a good amount of the rain from outside.
It was his reading spot, and nothing ever interrupted him here. All he had to do was cut off the light and he was practically invisible…
With a chuckle he flopped down on the beaten couch, turned the lamp on and opened his book with such excitement he was on the verge of laughter. He'd been waiting for a good time to finish this book, and tonight was perfect!
Opening the dark book he began to read silently; "I groaned aloud drinking it, feeling the searing heat of it, so unlike to any human blood. With each slow beat of his powerful heart there came another small surge of—"
Thud.
Donatello looked up from his place and glared into the darkness. 'Must've been a rat,' he thought with a shrug when nothing presented itself and continued to read. "Surge of it, until my mouth was filled and my throat swallowed without my bidding, and the sound of his heart grew—"
The sound of heavy breathing and footsteps interrupted his reading this time. "What in the name of hell is going on…" but he never got to finish as through the pools of light and rain came a figure running like there was no tomorrow. Donatello reached reflexively for the lamp, putting it out instantly.
He watched the figure intently, not sure how he should handle this. She slipped on the wet metal and came sliding a few feet in front of his hide-away. Yes, it was definitely a 'she'.
She was crouched into a fighting stance when he heard the others who had obviously been chasing her. The black clad fighters raced out of the darkness and into the pools of light.
His eyes widened. The Foot? Why was the Foot after this girl?
She hissed at the opposing forces. "Smarmy GITS!!!" she screeched angrily. "Leave me the fuck alone!!!" Her British accent caught Donatello's attention, but didn't stop the Foot.
The six or so Foot just stepped closer.
Donatello debated for a moment jumping in and dealing with the Foot himself, but decided against it. He wanted to watch this girl, see if she could fight or if it was just a front.
The leader of this particular group was large and muscular. He stepped ahead of the others and drew his katanas. "And what if we don't wanna?" he asked playfully, pointing the blades at her.
"Then I'll be forced to kill you too!" Don blinked. Killing? Great.
"That was just a lucky shot back there." laughed the leader. "He was weak anyway! Any snot nosed little girl could've done it."
The girl swayed, but righted herself quickly, not before casting a furrowed glance into the darkness of Donatello's hiding place.
'Does she know I'm here?' screamed his mind. 'No, she can't know…'
The Foot advanced quickly, the leader leaping through the dark tunnel to land directly beside the young girl, his back to Donatello.
"C'mon sweet-cheeks." Came the leader's deep voice. "We need to get this over with so we can get back to our duties."
"Back the hell up!" she snapped angrily, dodging his hand as he reached for her. "I told you, I had no idea what was going on! I just fell in…by accident…GODS!! I'm gonna kill Arla for doing this to me!! Just let me go, I won't ever say anything about what I NEVER saw!!!!" she screamed, backing up until she was pressed against the wall of the tunnel.
"Oh, but you've seen too much. Now we have to teach you a little lesson." The leader closed the space between them, one of his katanas pressed dangerously to her neck. Donatello rose from where he was sitting.
'This is going too far.' He thought angrily and began to make his way quickly out of his hiding place, but was stopped by the scene in front of him.
Just as the Foot's gang leader pressed dangerously on the katana, the girl said something that caught him off guard. There was a blur and an uproar of sudden commotion before everyone froze, the leaders dull groans the only noise. It took him a minute to see that he was now slumped against her, his arms hanging lifelessly by his side and his swords on the ground. Donatello could see a pool of blood forming beneath the limp ninja and wondered what had happened.
The others though, had had enough and took off into the darkness without a word.
"Little bastards." the girl spat as she pushed the ninja off her and her dagger. "I told them…I warned them…" she was cleaning the blood from the dagger on her shirt and stopped.
"What do you want?" she asked, sheathing the dagger in her leather boots. "You here to try and kill me without just cause too?"
Silence. 'So she knows I'm here…great.'
"Look, I know you're there so just come on out." She pushed back her red hair and folded her arms over her soiled shirt and waited.
"I don't really think I should…" Donatello started.
"I ain't gonna hurt ya." She laughed.
"That's not exactly what I'm afraid of."
"Oh. Well, suit yourself. What's your name?"
Wow, Donatello hadn't expected that. He watched her sit down a little ways away from the Foot soldiers body and stare into the darkness that hid him. She looked tired. "Donatello." He said simply. "What's yours?"
"Lana." She smiled into the darkness.
'What a pretty smile.' Donatello thought absent mindedly but upon realizing it, pushed it as far away as he could. There was silence once again and he studied her best he could.
She had waist length red hair that seemed to be tipped in black and pale skin. He couldn't see well enough to see the color of her eyes, but he wanted to. She had on leather boots that were folded down so they came only halfway up her calf, loose black pants that were tucked into the boot tops and a jade green tunic shirt that was now stained with blood.
Lana couldn't see that well into the dark at the moment… in fact, she couldn't see much at the moment. She took in a deep and painful breath, her hand clenching her chest as pain erupted from the small action.
"You okay?" came Donatello's voice from the darkness.
"I'd be lying if I said yes." Lana said simply. "My whole body hurts. The trip really did me in." she stated with a sour laugh.
"Trip?"
"So you live down here?" She switched the topics blatantly and quickly, not at all wanting to discuss her getting here.
Donatello was taken aback, but answered. "Yes."
"Alone?" Lana reached for her side and gripped it as another jolt of pain ripped through it. Gods it hurt.
"No…I live with my three brothers and our father." Don shifted anxiously, waiting for the questions he knew she'd ask.
"Why the sewers?"
'See,' he told himself. 'I knew she'd ask something like that.' "Because we are not welcomed topside…" he trailed off.
"You deformed? Got another head or something? You sound normal."
"Man, you are blunt and to the point." He laughed.
"Sorry." She bowed her head. "I get impatient when I'm in pain." She bit her lip. "Look, just come out into the light. I promise on my dragon's grave," Donnie blinked. "That I won't scream or run or try and kill you." She looked down at the sewer and smiled painfully. "Not that I could even do some of those thigs even if I wanted to."
"Sure?"
"Yes!"
Donatello sighed and slowly made his way out of the darkness and into the dimly lit sewer. He watched her face intently as he came into view and was unsure she even saw him when all he got was a raised eyebrow.
"Wow." She said deadpan and cringed as a new wave of pain crashed over her.
"You're not…not.."
"What?" She grimaced. "Afraid? Surprised? Why? I was imagining much worse, and that's saying something considering what I've seen in my life." She smiled genuinely up at him.
"Where are you from?" He asked simply, not moving.
"Not here." Was her only answer. "Are your brothers and dad like this too?"
"Just me and my Brothers…My father's a rat."
Lana couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry." She said in between giggles. "I'm just trying to 'snort' get these mental images out of my head."
Don smiled and laughed with her. It was funny if you looked at it like that. Four turtles and a rat…
Don looked down at her worried as she began to violently cough. "Are you okay?" His voice shook and he noticed suddenly that the blood stain on her shirt was growing and glistening in the pale light. It had stopped raining long before and the moon was out, sending extra light their way.
"Are you…?" he never finished as she cut him off with a whimper. She pulled her hand from around her side and held it out. It dripped with fresh blood.
"Gods." He breathed suddenly. Her face paled even more and she dropped her hand back to her side.
"I didn't think they got me!" she said with a laugh of astonishment. "I never…" But she was cut off by Donatello.
"Be quiet." He said quickly as he gathered her up into his muscular arms and began running into the tunnels darkness, Lana barely protesting.
Lana looked up through hazy vision at her new green friend (could she call him a friend?) and sighed trying to ignore the growing pain. She continued to watch his face as they turned corners and rushed through openings. She could see light just a little ways away, but couldn't focus. Darkness called to her and she felt sleepy, unable to keep her eyes open. She blinked drowsily, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
"Don't close your eyes Lana!!" screamed Donatello as he cut a sharp corner almost slipping. He could see the entrance to the Lair. "Lana!! By the Gods don't—"
But Lana shut her eyes, welcoming the darkness and the silence.
Have found a new love in the mutant turtles amd have yet to figure out why…but hey? Why complain!! I don't own these guys (though I wish I did) so don't sue me. If you do, all you'll get is an Ork action figure and a poster of Naga the Serpent^_^ I hope you enjoy this, cause if ya do, I'll try and post more…If not, then I'll just write it for myself^_~
Lots of luv
-Bryn
Chapter1~Meetings
Donatello sighed softly as he glanced over at the small TV that sat on his desk. The black and white picture showed a dreary weather report. Well, dreary to all but him. The forecast was for rain most of the week and one heavy downpour for tonight. He smiled to himself, absent-mindedly tapping the piece of machinery he had been working on with a screwdriver. He was brought out of his rainy daydream when the object he'd been working on popped loudly and sent a wave of electricity through his hand.
"Damn!" he swore loudly as he threw down the screwdriver and nursed his tingling hand.
There came a sudden knock at his door. "Donnie!? You okay in there?" It was Michelangelo.
He knocked the offending piece of metal and wires to the far corner of his cluttered desk before yelling, "Yeah, great!" He glared through his goggles at the clutter on his desk then looked at the door. "Absolutely wonderful."
"You sure?"
Donatello didn't answer.
"Donnie?"
"I'm fine!!!" he snapped, colder than he had wanted to be. He heard Mikey's 'whatever dude' and his heavy footed retreat.
"Damn it all!" he whispered angrily to himself. He tore his work goggles off and hurled them across the room. "This just hasn't been my day!" And it was true. All day he had to put up with Leo and Raph at each others throats, a broken van, a broken motorbike (which he had just finished working on when Raph pulled up in the van complaining about an odd noise…the two of them had torn the thing apart before realizing the alternator was shot and it needed a new fan belt…oddly enough, the sound was only a stick caught up in the wires) and lets not forget the overwhelming need to be left alone in a lair full of other people that don't give a rats ass (sorry Splinter) about your desire for privacy. Now mind you, it wasn't always that Don wanted peace and quiet…just today and not getting it was making him an angry turtle. He massaged his temples.
The distant sound of thunder made him snap to attention. He loved the rain more than anything sometimes. Especially summer rains when the air was hot and thick and the rain pushed all that aside, bringing cool water down to earth. Summer rains were the best.
He listened carefully and sure enough the sound of splashing rain met his ears. He gave a huge grin and getting up he raced silently as he could to one of the two doors in his room. But not before he grabbed a book from his dresser top and his bo. He never knew what could happen once he left the lair, but he refused to get caught off guard and without a weapon!
He eased the door open gently, praying Raph hadn't decided to tinker around with the van or anything. His room adjoining the garage made for unknown escapes when he didn't want the others to know he was leaving. He knew it was dangerous but if he ever left like this, he rarely if ever when topside.
Slipping his bo into the support on his back, and clenching the book tightly, he silently made his way through the empty garage and out it's back sewer entrance.
The tunnels were dark, and every so often there was a waterfall of rain water from one of the topside grates. Despite the only light being of the dim streetlights above, Don made his way relatively easy to his secret spot which was nothing more than a ten by ten hole in the sewer wall. In fact, you would never even see it if you didn't know exactly where it was. But that hadn't stopped him from making it comfortable.
In then back sat a small couch, big enough for two (two turtles), a small shelf lined with random books, and a small portable gas lamp on top of it.
He smiled as he reached it. He loved this place…especially when it rained. There was a large grate just about five yards from the front of his nook and it let in a good amount of streetlight, and a good amount of the rain from outside.
It was his reading spot, and nothing ever interrupted him here. All he had to do was cut off the light and he was practically invisible…
With a chuckle he flopped down on the beaten couch, turned the lamp on and opened his book with such excitement he was on the verge of laughter. He'd been waiting for a good time to finish this book, and tonight was perfect!
Opening the dark book he began to read silently; "I groaned aloud drinking it, feeling the searing heat of it, so unlike to any human blood. With each slow beat of his powerful heart there came another small surge of—"
Thud.
Donatello looked up from his place and glared into the darkness. 'Must've been a rat,' he thought with a shrug when nothing presented itself and continued to read. "Surge of it, until my mouth was filled and my throat swallowed without my bidding, and the sound of his heart grew—"
The sound of heavy breathing and footsteps interrupted his reading this time. "What in the name of hell is going on…" but he never got to finish as through the pools of light and rain came a figure running like there was no tomorrow. Donatello reached reflexively for the lamp, putting it out instantly.
He watched the figure intently, not sure how he should handle this. She slipped on the wet metal and came sliding a few feet in front of his hide-away. Yes, it was definitely a 'she'.
She was crouched into a fighting stance when he heard the others who had obviously been chasing her. The black clad fighters raced out of the darkness and into the pools of light.
His eyes widened. The Foot? Why was the Foot after this girl?
She hissed at the opposing forces. "Smarmy GITS!!!" she screeched angrily. "Leave me the fuck alone!!!" Her British accent caught Donatello's attention, but didn't stop the Foot.
The six or so Foot just stepped closer.
Donatello debated for a moment jumping in and dealing with the Foot himself, but decided against it. He wanted to watch this girl, see if she could fight or if it was just a front.
The leader of this particular group was large and muscular. He stepped ahead of the others and drew his katanas. "And what if we don't wanna?" he asked playfully, pointing the blades at her.
"Then I'll be forced to kill you too!" Don blinked. Killing? Great.
"That was just a lucky shot back there." laughed the leader. "He was weak anyway! Any snot nosed little girl could've done it."
The girl swayed, but righted herself quickly, not before casting a furrowed glance into the darkness of Donatello's hiding place.
'Does she know I'm here?' screamed his mind. 'No, she can't know…'
The Foot advanced quickly, the leader leaping through the dark tunnel to land directly beside the young girl, his back to Donatello.
"C'mon sweet-cheeks." Came the leader's deep voice. "We need to get this over with so we can get back to our duties."
"Back the hell up!" she snapped angrily, dodging his hand as he reached for her. "I told you, I had no idea what was going on! I just fell in…by accident…GODS!! I'm gonna kill Arla for doing this to me!! Just let me go, I won't ever say anything about what I NEVER saw!!!!" she screamed, backing up until she was pressed against the wall of the tunnel.
"Oh, but you've seen too much. Now we have to teach you a little lesson." The leader closed the space between them, one of his katanas pressed dangerously to her neck. Donatello rose from where he was sitting.
'This is going too far.' He thought angrily and began to make his way quickly out of his hiding place, but was stopped by the scene in front of him.
Just as the Foot's gang leader pressed dangerously on the katana, the girl said something that caught him off guard. There was a blur and an uproar of sudden commotion before everyone froze, the leaders dull groans the only noise. It took him a minute to see that he was now slumped against her, his arms hanging lifelessly by his side and his swords on the ground. Donatello could see a pool of blood forming beneath the limp ninja and wondered what had happened.
The others though, had had enough and took off into the darkness without a word.
"Little bastards." the girl spat as she pushed the ninja off her and her dagger. "I told them…I warned them…" she was cleaning the blood from the dagger on her shirt and stopped.
"What do you want?" she asked, sheathing the dagger in her leather boots. "You here to try and kill me without just cause too?"
Silence. 'So she knows I'm here…great.'
"Look, I know you're there so just come on out." She pushed back her red hair and folded her arms over her soiled shirt and waited.
"I don't really think I should…" Donatello started.
"I ain't gonna hurt ya." She laughed.
"That's not exactly what I'm afraid of."
"Oh. Well, suit yourself. What's your name?"
Wow, Donatello hadn't expected that. He watched her sit down a little ways away from the Foot soldiers body and stare into the darkness that hid him. She looked tired. "Donatello." He said simply. "What's yours?"
"Lana." She smiled into the darkness.
'What a pretty smile.' Donatello thought absent mindedly but upon realizing it, pushed it as far away as he could. There was silence once again and he studied her best he could.
She had waist length red hair that seemed to be tipped in black and pale skin. He couldn't see well enough to see the color of her eyes, but he wanted to. She had on leather boots that were folded down so they came only halfway up her calf, loose black pants that were tucked into the boot tops and a jade green tunic shirt that was now stained with blood.
Lana couldn't see that well into the dark at the moment… in fact, she couldn't see much at the moment. She took in a deep and painful breath, her hand clenching her chest as pain erupted from the small action.
"You okay?" came Donatello's voice from the darkness.
"I'd be lying if I said yes." Lana said simply. "My whole body hurts. The trip really did me in." she stated with a sour laugh.
"Trip?"
"So you live down here?" She switched the topics blatantly and quickly, not at all wanting to discuss her getting here.
Donatello was taken aback, but answered. "Yes."
"Alone?" Lana reached for her side and gripped it as another jolt of pain ripped through it. Gods it hurt.
"No…I live with my three brothers and our father." Don shifted anxiously, waiting for the questions he knew she'd ask.
"Why the sewers?"
'See,' he told himself. 'I knew she'd ask something like that.' "Because we are not welcomed topside…" he trailed off.
"You deformed? Got another head or something? You sound normal."
"Man, you are blunt and to the point." He laughed.
"Sorry." She bowed her head. "I get impatient when I'm in pain." She bit her lip. "Look, just come out into the light. I promise on my dragon's grave," Donnie blinked. "That I won't scream or run or try and kill you." She looked down at the sewer and smiled painfully. "Not that I could even do some of those thigs even if I wanted to."
"Sure?"
"Yes!"
Donatello sighed and slowly made his way out of the darkness and into the dimly lit sewer. He watched her face intently as he came into view and was unsure she even saw him when all he got was a raised eyebrow.
"Wow." She said deadpan and cringed as a new wave of pain crashed over her.
"You're not…not.."
"What?" She grimaced. "Afraid? Surprised? Why? I was imagining much worse, and that's saying something considering what I've seen in my life." She smiled genuinely up at him.
"Where are you from?" He asked simply, not moving.
"Not here." Was her only answer. "Are your brothers and dad like this too?"
"Just me and my Brothers…My father's a rat."
Lana couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry." She said in between giggles. "I'm just trying to 'snort' get these mental images out of my head."
Don smiled and laughed with her. It was funny if you looked at it like that. Four turtles and a rat…
Don looked down at her worried as she began to violently cough. "Are you okay?" His voice shook and he noticed suddenly that the blood stain on her shirt was growing and glistening in the pale light. It had stopped raining long before and the moon was out, sending extra light their way.
"Are you…?" he never finished as she cut him off with a whimper. She pulled her hand from around her side and held it out. It dripped with fresh blood.
"Gods." He breathed suddenly. Her face paled even more and she dropped her hand back to her side.
"I didn't think they got me!" she said with a laugh of astonishment. "I never…" But she was cut off by Donatello.
"Be quiet." He said quickly as he gathered her up into his muscular arms and began running into the tunnels darkness, Lana barely protesting.
Lana looked up through hazy vision at her new green friend (could she call him a friend?) and sighed trying to ignore the growing pain. She continued to watch his face as they turned corners and rushed through openings. She could see light just a little ways away, but couldn't focus. Darkness called to her and she felt sleepy, unable to keep her eyes open. She blinked drowsily, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
"Don't close your eyes Lana!!" screamed Donatello as he cut a sharp corner almost slipping. He could see the entrance to the Lair. "Lana!! By the Gods don't—"
But Lana shut her eyes, welcoming the darkness and the silence.