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TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: KUNOICHI FATES: APRIL O'NEAL PART ONE.
April O'Neal
It'd been ten years since my father Kirby died in that 'accident' at TCRI. No one would answer the questions of a fourteen year old girl high school student, and my mom who was going to sue suddenly lost her nerve; so I had to bide my time. But our bills suddenly paid, house paid off, and two new cars might have had something to do with it.
I studied as much as possible. I joined the journalism club at school. The debate team, and even the chemistry club, as it touched on the forensic sciences. I was called a geek. I didn't care. My desire was to discover the truth of what happened to my father.
No one would go through the trouble of hiding something so thoroughly if there was nothing worth finding.
After being beaten up by girls and guys alike in the backwater town I used to live in, I, along with my mom moved away from home and in with my older sister Robyn in California for a few years.
But my senior year was something to remember. My father left me a substantial amount of money for when I turned eighteen. Against my mother's wishes, four month's shy of my twentieth birthday I moved back to my early childhood home in upstate New York which was under both our names which allowed me to force the issue at eighteen. Surprisingly, the house had been left relatively untouched. I cleaned it up with some of the few friends I still had left in the area and got the power, water, phone, and internet turned on. I replaced the gas stove, and the gas water heater with electric ones, but kept gas powered generators just in case.
I even got the Marrow boys from down the street to cut the grass in the front and back yard for me. Surprisingly they remembered me. I was their babysitter from five through nine until we moved. At first I was set to pay them forty dollars each, and some Dominos since it was relatively still a good deal. My lawn was in bad shape. And one hundred and ten dollars to clean the gutters, trim the bushes, mow the front and back yards, and pressure wash the house.
That all changed when I caught them ogling my goodies. And not just the girls. I was wearing a semi low cut, yes semi low cut blouse. Not even that revealing. I was in somewhat short-cut off jean shorts, but not enough to be considered 'Daisy Dukes.' Just trying to stay somewhat cool. But their eyes were glued to my butt and legs. I was washing mom's old pick up truck and planned on trying to restore it and was barely paying the boys much mind, but the mirror on the truck's passenger side gave them away.
Their mower was on, mouths agape and both Doug and David continued staring at my ass and legs. I was ready to ensure their chances of having children diminished. Significantly. I inconspicuously walked into my garage and grabbed one of my favorite toys. While I was in California, I took up a new hobby. I replaced by flip flops with tennis shoes, and walked outside with my custom made Bo-Staff.
By then they went back to mowing the lawn, and trimming the hedges. But someone had to treat them how to treat a lady.
They looked up and saw the staff, then the look in my eyes. Doug told me of a few issues so I knew that he knew that look well from a few girls at his school. David also knew that look. From having gotten his brother out of trouble multiple times prior due to his inability not to leer without it being so obvious.
David walked over to his brother's side. Doug then asked me simply, "We're caught aren't we?"
I extended one arm to the side open palmed. I then closed my palm one finger at a time. Each knuckle was heard cracking.
Chills were sent down the boys backs. I could tell. I could even see the goosebumps which started to become prominent. As I started walking closer, David pulled out a cell phone, and warned, "We're still minors. We know we did something stupid, but you wouldn't want to go to jail for assaulting us would you?"
He had me. Unless I could get to that phone first. Before I took another step he said, "I know your smart. Super smart really. So I think you would know about live uploading."
I did. I stopped cold. My left eye twitched. I was potentially being outwitted by a fourteen and fifteen year old. This didn't bode well for my ego.
David said, "I will erase the fact that you began coming toward us with a deadly weapon. The feed is uploaded, but It won't go live for two hours, and I can stop it from happening from home on my Mac. I know how much you hate them, as you mentioned that once or twice which is why I chose to use the Mac program. So that you will have a harder time hacking me, and possibly being too late to stop millions of people from seeing you make your social media debut as a psychotic, crazed power ranger."
"One problem," I retorted with a small smile. "I haven't done anything yet. And what they will see is two horny little brats trying to extort something out of me. Seems we are at a bit of a crossroads boys," I said with a slight bit of deeper Sultry added to my normally high pitched voice. I could see Doug nearly lost it. David gave off a slight tremble, but didn't want to be beaten by a girl I guess.
"I have a proposition for you April. My mom and dad said that your parents were always rather...frugal. Right?" David questioned me.
I was a little surprised by his question, but I nodded.
"And did that tradition pass on to you by chance?"
I shrugged, then carefully asked, "Yeah. I guess so. Why?"
"You were already planning to spend about one hundred and ten, to one hundred and thirty dollars on this project," he stated, not asked.
"And?" I asked annoyed.
"Well first I and my brother would like to apologize for our behavior. It is not like we are actually super pervs or anything. It's just that since you moved back a month ago, we had a bet going. You are absolutely spellbindingly-beautiful. When we first saw you when you moved back, we were grounded fighting with each other to get out the front door to meet you again. Dad didn't appreciate us giving each other bruises over a girl."
As annoyed as I am with them, I couldn't help my face reddening a little. No one had ever said such earnestly sweet things about me, and not wanted to jump directly in my pants.
I nodded for him to continue.
"Well, we are growing young boys and wanted to see what you'd look like in a bikini. Not any further. We are, again, not super pervs. But the sight of you today made us forget ourselves for a moment. So as a way of apology. You can pay us twenty five each. That will save you fifteen each. Thirty dollars, and we will finish washing your truck for you."
I thought about it for a few minutes then nodded. They 'sent' me on my way. I went inside, made a snack, took a nice long shower 'after' locking the bathroom door. I Put on some less revealing clothes. Need the boys focused for now, I laughed to myself a little. After a nice cool glass of lemonade and watching the evening news for a couple hours, the boys came to get me.
I walked outside and down the steps of my old home. It had been six hours. They'd been home to delete the files as promised. I considered not giving them the money after their mischief, but they were just being misfits. I couldn't blame them too much. I tended to get myself into trouble too. A lot actually. I looked at the grass. The branches were trimmed on the trees. The grass was done immaculately. The truck was washed, and a thin coat of wax on it. The boys even went as far as to pressure wash my driveway. I was tempted to just give them pictures of me from my last trip to the beach with some friends in Cali. But I thought better of it.
I took some pictures of it, and e-mailed them to my mom right quick. I sent the boys home after I paid them. I ordered the pizza, and when it arrived, I decided that the boys had earned a little treat. I took out a few slices for me, and left the rest for them to take.
After I thought of an appropriate reward I called the boys back over. My hair was in a sloppy bun, and I was wearing an old bath robe. I looked at the boys and ordered them to hand me their phones. They reluctantly obeyed. I handed them the pizza after I saw that there were no additional videos of me. They were in the recycling bin. I took he liberty of finishing the process just in case they changed their minds later and wanted to have something to blackmail me with. I noticed Doug tried to keep one picture of me. I thought about deleting it too, but decided to let the brat have one keepsake as they did so much extra work today.
I instructed them to go to the living room as I needed their help on one last thing. Once there I brought down a plastic bag with something in it. I let my reddish brown, slightly curly hair down. Then I pulled out what was in the bag.
Their mouth's dropped slightly. I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I asked, "I'm going to the lake in a bit with some friends. I was wondering if you think I would look good in this?"
They looked at it, then at me and the annoyance in their voices obvious, "You are twisted and evil," David said.
Doug then accused, "Now your just messing with us now that you know how idiotic you make us act."
I fought back tears. Not of feeling guilty. But of the laughter that threatened to emerge. I then said, "Oh. Then I suppose you won't compare the one I'm wearing to help me out?" I said before they could question me. I dropped my robe to reveal my black slightly more revealing bikini. I knew it was wrong messing with them, but this was the most fun I had in a while.
Plus the looks on their faces made my whole month of being home so far worth it. Doug fainted while David stood their slack jawed. I quickly put my robe back on, and snapped my finger to wake them up. Both of them had nose bleeds. I was then terrified that I gave them some sort of hemorrhage.
David snapped out of his trance first and grabbed a handful of napkins. He woke his brother up. Quite frankly... I thought I broke them. Fortunately it was only temporary. They cleaned themselves up.
David would not let me help. He said, "perfection should not be permitted to lift her fingers for the damage they might sustain would be too much for me to bear. Your beauty is similar to that of Jennifer Lawrence. But you have slightly longer legs, and your hair is so long and beautifully curly. Your hands smoother than silk and your eyes shining like twin diamonds in the star lit sky."
I was annoyed that again, a high school freshman was able to one up me and made me blush. Both Doug and David made promises I didn't ask for. Not to reveal what happened. I think it was more to keep them from looking wimpy than keeping me from getting in trouble. My body is that of a woman, but my mannerisms aren't quite their yet. I mentally chastised myself for my manipulative behavior, and figured I still had a long way to go before I was truly mature enough to call myself a woman.
After they left I walked around the house and did a perimeter check. Locked all the doors, windows, and set the alarm. The alarm being my dad's old trusty rifle which sat beside my bed. I slept wondering what the next day would bring.
Two months later.
Things were interesting since I transferred from UCLA a few months ago. I moved into my family's old home. I reunited with some old friends and made some new ones. I double majored in computer sciences and journalism which is definitely not an easy thing to pull off. I had no choice but to give up some of my extra curricular activities as I needed to focus on school and studies here at NYU's satellite campus closest to me. An hour drive to and from school. The gas bill alone would devour my small fortune.
Fortunately I still made time for the journalism club, and the mixed martial arts club. It wasn't like what you saw on TV with a lot of submissions etcetera, although I did learn some. I learned how to defend myself, and how to take on multiple opponents at my last school which focused on Tai Kwon Do and weapons training from various instructors. This club expanded on that and taught me moves which allowed the use of my knees, elbows, fist, and even my bum. The latter is a last resort. Not to mention the few new weapon skills I picked up.
Well today As I was headed to my car I saw four people walking over toward me. Normally I would have just ignored it and kept walking, but something told me to set my bags down. My instincts were right. I was back in regular clothes after taking a quick shower in the gym. So I was not in the best clothes to fight in. They were restrictive and The looks in their eyes were cold, and disgusting.
The first, a man of Asian descent with a huge black mullet. He didn't say a word. With his massive lumbering body I was anxious and already on alert. Good thing I was too. Out of nowhere, he took a swing at me. I ducked back, and kicked his right knee before he fell. He screamed out in pain, and smart mouth April O'Neil was in play as I said, "The eighties called. It wants it's mullet back!"
Second was a black girl with a Mohawk. She seemed to know how to fight as she threw punches and kicks in succession that almost blurred. I was already tired from my training, but it was not enough to stop me. I took a few steps back, ran forward, and performed a jumping side kick to her abdomen which made her double over.
I was heated by then. I finally went into a stance which I tended only to do when I was getting serious. I looked at the other two and screamed, "Who's next?!"
The tallest was a white guy in a purple business suit. He didn't appear like he belonged with these bozos, but when he held up his hand, the others slowly stood up and retreated. I was breathing hard, and my eyes most likely bloodshot.
After they made it to a car that was near my Fusion and left, I slowly picked up my items as a few people were running over to me.
One guy asked, "Are you okay? I saw what happened from the George Washington building and called the cops. I tried to make it down here in time to help you too."
I was about to tell him to buzz off when I saw two squad cars pulled up. "At least there is one chivalrous guy left in the world," I admitted with a small smile. "What's your name?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Casey. Casey Jones."
By then it was seven fifteen, and I was just ready to go home and sleep. Normally I would Make sure to do all of my homework at school as I knew the moment I got home, my new groupies would be there waiting. After seeing my staff, the boys mentioned to their parents that I might be a martial artist, and we all started talking and I even sparred with all of them at one point. Only Mrs. Marrow was actually my superior. Fortunately I didn't have a neighbor for over three miles except the Morrow family. Almost every day at eight PM we would meet in front of my house. That gave me ten minutes to get inside, get back in some non revealing gym clothes, go back outside and I would train Dave, Doug, their sister Lacy, and even their dad Miguel. Their mom was actually a much better martial artist than me despite having received my black belt in Tai Kwon Do, but her kids seemed to respond to me which helped in her training with them. We all learned from each other. What I didn't know at first was that she was my Mixed Martial Arts instructor's sensei.
That explained a lot of my bruises in the club. But tonight something happened. I told the police about my bizarre incident, and they took the report as there wasn't really much else they could do for the night. I made my way home, and expected to pull up to an empty yard. I almost cried at what I saw.
All four of my students sparred, and waited for my arrival. The father who was a green belt, formidable in his own right bowed and asked, "Is everything alright sensei?"
The other three students knelt. I don't know what I ever did to earn this respect but it touched my heart so much it hurt. I bowed in apology to my students and said, "Nothing a little time with my favorite students can't fix."
Unanimously the four called out, "Hai sensei!" which affirmed my request.
Maybe tonight can be salvaged after all.
MEANWHILE
NYC
"Guys. We need grub,"
"You know we can't let father pick or we will have Sushi again."
"I'm even sick of Sushi Pizza."
That last sentence froze three of four brother's who the fourth in an orange bandana nearly crashed into.
The day when their orange masked brother didn't want 'any' kind of pizza, the world was doomed.
To be continued in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Kunoichi Fates-Chapter 3. April O'Neal part two. There is a reason April is being featured so prominently. This is an April centered story. But don't worry. The Turtles will get to kick major SS too!
