"This is just too easy!"
"Yeah! These dudes are fun!"
"How're you doing back there, Raphael?"
"Are you kidding? These guys over here are already tied up and well. What's takin' you guys so long?"
"We're just havin' fun over here."
"Ok, that's enough, guys. Let's finish this and go home already."
"Alright. Let's wrap them up like master Splinter's sushi!"
"Yeah!"
Another night of the same old routine. The Turtles took every chance they got to make it a little more fun. Even though they were already in their twenties, having fun was still one of the most important things to them. Although, Leonardo had matured more than his brothers. He was the leader, after all; he had always been more mature than his brothers.
On their way to the closest manhole, they heard someone shriek.
"Sounds like we're not done yet," said Raphael.
"Let's go," said Leonardo.
It came from the alley next to where they were. But they did not really found what they expected. Two girls stood behind their friend, who was giving a guy, who was lying on the ground in a foetal position, a warning.
"… and if you ever, ever… come even near my girls again, I'll make you wish you were never born!" she said. "Come on, let's get outta here."
Just in time, the Turtles managed to get away before those girls could see them.
"I didn't know you could fight," they heard one of them say.
"I can't," said another. "Ever heard of a lucky shot?"
"Oh, right," said the other.
Just a few more seconds until they were really gone. Then the Turtles assumed it was safe enough to go home.
"So that guy was the one screaming like a girl?" laughed Michelangelo. "That was priceless!"
"I know!" laughed Raphael.
"Didn't you guys feel that?" asked Donatello.
Everyone stopped and looked at him.
"What?" asked Leonardo.
"Well… I got a strange feeling from one of those girls," said Donatello.
"Yeah, one of 'em was kinda creepy," said Michelangelo.
"No she wasn't," said Raphael. "You heard her, she was bluffin'. Just dumb luck."
"Whatever," said Leonardo. "I'm going to bed."
"Yeah, me too."
"You coming, Donatello?"
Donatello looked behind him for some reason.
"You guys go on ahead," he said. "I'll be there in a minute."
"Ok, but don't go up, ok?" said Leonardo. "It's not safe to go out there on your own."
"I know," said Donatello.
A small wave to his brothers and he took off. He was following his gut feeling. It got stronger. He believed he was following the girls from underneath the surface. At one point, he stood still and looked for a manhole lid.
There's one.
He climbed up and lifted the lid a little. He was right. There they were.
"See you girls later," said the girl who had beaten the guy from back there. The other girls left and the girl left grabbed her key and headed for the house on her right.
"Hey," whispered Donatello from under the manhole lid. He said it before he could stop himself.
"Hm?" The girl looked around. No one was there. She took another step.
"Hey," whispered Donatello again.
"Who's there?" asked the girl.
"I just wanted to know," said Donatello, "what your name is."
Where's that voice coming from? wondered the girl. "Where are you?" she asked.
"Don't look for me, just listen," said Donatello.
"Who are you?" asked the girl, getting a little frustrated.
"I'm Donatello," answered Donatello.
A short silence.
"Oh my God," said the girl. She looked up at the sky. "It's finally happened. The great artists of the Renaissance are finally speaking to me!"
Huh? thought Donatello.
"Tell me," said the girl, "Which one of all your projects are you most proud of? I love the David, I really want to see it in real life!"
"I'm not a dead painter," said Donatello. "Just tell me your name, please."
The girl heard his voice coming from somewhere below. She looked around and saw a slightly lifted manhole lid. She crouched beside it and tried to look inside.
"No, don't look!" said Donatello quickly. Now he got a good look and her face. A slightly familiar face.
"Naomi?" he asked.
The girl winced at the name and stood up quickly.
"How do you know my name?" she asked.
"So it is you," said Donatello.
"Have we met or something?" asked Naomi. "I'm pretty sure I'd remember someone called Donatello talking from the sewers if that ever happened. So… What are you, a stalker?"
"What? No!" said Donatello, slightly insulted.
Is this really Naomi?
"Naomi?" they heard a voice say from the house. It was an old man. "Talking to manholes again?" he laughed.
"Nope, first time, Gramps," said Naomi with a grin. "I just… dropped my key. Here it is."
"Good," said the old man. "You should come in now, before you catch a cold."
Naomi stood up. "Yes sir," she said. She stamped on the manhole lid, making Donatello bump his head on it. "Later, stalker," he heard her whisper.
Rubbing his head, Donatello decided to go home.
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Yup, so... Naomi's changed a lot in those six years. I know, I know, what are the freakin' odds of them meeting again? Well, convenience is not exactly an unfamiliar concept in stories and cartoons =P So there.
Thanks for reading, I already have a couple of fans (yay! ^^), mostly from my last fanfic "Big Bro Donatello". If you haven't read that one yet: it's the origin of this fic. Maybe you should read it, so you can understand the bond between Donatello and Naomi a little better.
Peace out! ^^ See you next chapter... I hope!
