Chapter 1

"What is love?" You think. "Is it merely telling a person those three simple words, I love you? Is it letting someone go? Is it showing that person off to your family and saying, That's the one? Is it being happy enough just to blush when a certain person smiles at you?

"Love may be any of those things. Love may be telling someone you love them. It may be saying goodbye for the last time. It may be telling people about that special someone. It may be being happy. But love is knowing. Love is being certain that when you see that special someone, you automatically think, I love you. Love is being committed and staying with someone worth it through the good times and the bad, the rough patches and the laughable moments."

You think all this on your way home from (after school club/sport) with your backpack slung over your shoulder, listening to the song, Human by Christina Perri.

I'm only human

And I bleed when I fall down

Your words in my head

Knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

Cuz I'm only human

Your mind shifts from love to what makes a human a human.

What makes a human? Two legs? Two arms? A smile?

Your mind continues to wander as you make your way to your New York apartment. Your parents had moved you to the Upper West Side (if you already live there, then just name somewhere else, it's no biggie) a few years back. You were an eighteen year old senior in high school at New York, yes, living alone. Your mom and dad were executives for some big company or another and were always on vacation or on business trips. You groan just thinking about them and tug at your hair. You should be on your way to your apartment…apartment…you say apartment…more like a penthouse. It's a two bedroom penthouse on the top floor of the Rosewood Suites.

In actuality, you're going to Morikami san's. You know you don't need the job, but he's a great guy to be around, and even though he's the most confident person you know, you know he has his boundaries, and he needs someone to help surpass them and lead him. Frankly, that person is you.

The reason you had been thinking about love earlier was this stupid breakup you'd been through about a week ago. You remember "hanging out" with your (B/F) (best friend). Her mom was a successful surgeon, who was living in Cape Town, while her daughter just did whatever she wanted on the mean streets of New York. She just walked into your penthouse and found you lying on your bed, wearing Batman pajamas.

"(Y/N)?" She asked, surprised at seeing you tear-stained and broken down.

You look up at her and groan, rolling off your bed and landing on the ground with a thud.

"What's up?" She asks.

"I have one heart for sale, in horrible condition, and I will take anything for it." She sits on your bed and tilts her head. "Please just cut it out of my chest and end my suffering."

"(Y/N) aren't you over reacting just a little?"

"I thought he loved me, (B/F)."

She cocks her eyebrow.

"We dated for two years. I gave him two years of my life, (B/F)."

"He's a BOY, (Y/N). He's heartless and insensitive and stupid." You knew she was just telling you that so you'd feel better.

"I know, but I-I thought he was different…"

She rolls off the bed just as you did and lays on top of you. You groan aloud.

"Get your fat butt off of me." You say jokingly.

"Oh no, gravity is increasing on me!" She presses down on you.

"No it's not!" Your mind drifts to Lilo and Stitch. Damn it. You giggled.

"GOT YOU TO SMILE! BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" She lets out the cackle and sits up.

"And you say I over reacted." Ladies and gentlemen, the future of America.

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You pull open the door to Morikami's restaurant.

"Mr. Morikami! I'm here!"

"(Y/N)! I have some friends for you to meet." He calls from the back room. You've never been back there, thinking it was his room or something, you know, he's blind, so he can't exactly make it from place to place.

"Morikami san what are you doing!?" You hear some shuffling from the room. You run back there, worried about the elderly man.

"Oh my God." You whisper, barely audible. You see THAT!

There are four turtles, yes, giant mutated turtles each trying to find a hiding spot in the quaint, yet simple, bedroom in front of you.

One turtle has a purple mask and is trying to make his way under the bed, unsuccessfully. He's tall, and scrawnier than the rest, but seems to be stuck under the bed.

The next was a much shorter, freckled, with and orange mask and blue eyes, with a lampshade unsuccessfully covering his face.

The third was a short red masked one with striking green eyes attempting (successfully) to ninja grip onto the ceiling with some ninja thingie or another, and looked at you with a burning hatred.

Finally, there was one trying to get out of the window, but his foot was caught on the sill and he fell on the fire escape. He had a blue mask, matching blue eyes, and two katana strapped to its back.

"Mr. Morikami, what in Hades is going on?" You ask, rubbing your temples.

"These are my friends, (Y/N). Boys, this is my friend and employee, (Y/N). She is very trustworthy and kind, no matter what the so called tabloids say."

"Tabloids?" The orange one asks taking off the lampshade. "No way are you famous!?"

"My parents are, not me. Some creepers haunt my life." You snort, thinking of the stupid reporters and photographers who follow you home on a daily basis, with the exception of, thankfully, today.

The purple one asked, "You're not at all appalled by our appearance?"

"Shocked, yes. If Mr. Morikami trusts you, then so do I."

Morikami smiles, "(Y/N), this is Donatello," The purple on waves, still stuck under the bed. "Leonardo," The blue one waves at me as he stands from his fall, "Raphael," The one on the wall jumps down and nods gruffly, "And Michelangelo." The orange one, "Michelangelo" greets me in a bone-crushing hug.

"HimynameisMikey,Ilikepizzavideogamesicecreamkittiesmusiccomicbooks,what'syourfavoritecolor,favoritetvshow,favoriteicecreamflavor,favoritemovie,favoritevideogame,andfavoriteteenagemutantninjaturtle!?"

"Um, well, I need air for one thing." He let's you go, and you answer, "Hi, I'm (Y/N), my favorite color is (insert fav color), I love Space Heroes (sorry if you don't, but it's in the plot XD), probably (favorite ice cream flavor), (favorite movie), (favorite video game) (FALLOUT! ME, YES, FALLOUT NERDY NERD! OMG, to my fellow Fallout lovers, did you hear that they're making a Fallout 4?! It's set in Boston and I'm just like hfjdkahfkdsnfvklsdjfkldjsf! YAASSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Back to the story…) and favorite what?"

"Teenage mutant ninja turtle, babe? Which one of us?"

"She barely knows us Mikey. How do you expect her to answer that?" The blue one-er- Leonardo asks.

"Right…sorry, babe!" You've known these guys for about three minutes and one of them is already calling you babe.

Wow.

Morikami said, "She is going to prepare your meal tonight. I am going to Japan for two months, and after I close up tonight, it will be the last time until I return."

"NOOO!" They all scream in unison.

"What do you mean?" You ask. Morikami grabs your hand.

"You will be alright, Miss (Y/N). This is why I introduced you to them, so you will have someone to watch after you and keep you company." You smile and hug the kind man.

"Thank you."

Raph said, "Sorry to kill the moment, but we purchased food, pizza gyoza to be exact."

You feel Morikami loosen his grip so you can go prepare the food. You walk into the kitchen and your instincts kind of kick in. You spin around the kitchen with four pairs of eyes watching you fly as you prepare the meal. You set the food in front of them in record time: 5 minutes and 23 seconds. You watch them attack the food.

"Who's up for a little Get the Gyoza?" Leo asked, his eyes flashing at you.

"I'm in!" His three brothers agreed. He throws the delicacy up and they all attack each other for the food. You smile and watch them attack the snack, your elbows against the bar. Tonight was…eventful…

Cliffhanger! Who will win the pizza gyoza war of the century?! Please read and review!