Chapter 3

Misia was full of the jitters the entire evening. She couldn't believe that she was going to show herself to Donatello. Even more so, she couldn't believe that Don was going to show himself. After she had left the lab, she had gone to the internet on the computer that was in the study room. More than once she had seen something she wished she hadn't. Some people were into freaky shit. The computer had to be reset a few times because of sites that attacked you with pop-ups.

Shortly after her fascinating adventures on the World Wide Web, she realized that in order to see Don's penis, he would have to be stimulated. She went back to her anatomy book and read all she could about it. The chapter seemed to be way too short. There was not enough information for her. Most of the chapter was dedicated to the cycle of the egg and how it travels, grows, and develops. Returning to the internet for more research was mandatory.

Using Don's advice to type in "information", she found a women's website that had a forum where you could ask questions about anything. She read a lot of the already existing questions and jotted down some notes in her small spiral notebook. She used it to remember things when she first got there. Leonardo had suggested it after she had accidentally walked him into a booby trap Raph had intended for Mikey. She had little doodles and random notes about the boys, Splinter, and the lair. Notes were added about what to do when you encounter an erection and how to handle a penis without damaging it.

As she scribbled down a quick diagram, she wondered what was going to happen later. Would they just flash each other and go to bed, or would it turn into something more? The fluttering feeling in her stomach returned and she smiled to herself as she thought about holding Donatello close and being kissed by him. The smile suddenly faded and she shook her head. How could she be thinking such things? They were practically family.

The boys had saved her after Missy torched the laboratory they called home right before she escaped. As the alarm shrieked and smoke filled the room, she had seen figures running by. She cried for help and the turtles saved her. Donatello had cracked the code to the lock on her cage and held her hand as they fled the burning building all the way down into the sewers. Had they not arrived, she probably would have died in the smoke and flames. After the ordeal, she was in bed for a few days, recuperating from smoke inhalation.

Out of all of the brothers, Donatello had been the most eager to teach and help Misia. Maybe he let her sleep in his room just because it was the nice thing to do. There was no other room for her. The study room was too small for a bed, let alone a dresser and night stand. It was a large storage closet. Maybe Don got up early in the morning for training, and that was it. Maybe all of these dreams and hopes of him having feelings for her were just that; hopes and dreams. Donatello would have said something by now. Misia had been living there for almost a year. She wasn't going anywhere as far as she knew. Where would she go? She was very happy living in the lair. She had people around her who loved and cared about her. To her, life was practically perfect.

The only thing she didn't have was a special someone to call her own. When she was young in the lab it had never mattered to her. She had a friend and people who watched out for her and that was all she needed. When she got older, about fourteen years old, She and Missy were watching an old black and white movie and the main characters ended up falling in love and sharing a passionate kiss. Misia asked questions about kissing and falling in love to her caretaker, Martha. Lucky for her, Martha was a romantic and went on and on about love and falling in love and kisses and good men. Martha's stories enraptured Misia and she would ask to hear them all the time.

Missy, however, hated love stories. She thought they were mushy and gross and hated listening to them. One day when Martha was nearing the dramatic and end of one of her stories, Missy turned from her book on the French Revolution and cried "Enough with this nasty nonsense. They lived happily ever after, the end!"

"Oh, come now, dear. Why do you dislike these stories so much?" Martha asked

Missy sneered "Because they will never happen to us! There is no turtle prince charming anywhere, and no human man is going to want to kiss us. It's stupid to keep telling them when it will never come true!" She then slammed her book on the table and stomped off.

Martha looked on after her and shook her head, turning to Misia. "Don't listen to her. If you really wish hard enough, anything can happen." She patted the turtle's balled fists and went to go tidy up.

At that moment, Misia thought about how true it was. There were no male mutant turtles in the world that she knew about. Even if they were, she wasn't allowed to leave the lab and would never ever see them. The sudden revelation caused her to not ask Martha for stories or watch romantic movies anymore. It crushed a bit of her inside and when the lab changed hands and she was caged, it made the situation even worse. After a month in the cage, she had lost all hope for anything. When the boys came and saved her, all of her hopes and dreams returned and her life made a complete 180.

If there were mutant turtle boys, and they saved her and she lived with them, why couldn't one of them be her love? It was a miracle and she was worried for a bit that the boys were just part of an elaborate dream she was having. After a few days, she knew that it wasn't a dream and that she had a new home. She was very quiet in the beginning because she didn't know how to act around boys at all. There were men in the lab, but they were just people. She never had a crush on any of them and they all looked the same in their white lab coats.

Don looks good in his lab coat though. He looked so smart and professional. Misia hugged herself as she thought about Donatello and his lab coat. He'd turn to her and flash a genuine smile and Misia would feel so happy and fuzzy inside. She had never felt uncomfortable around Don; on the contrary, she felt wonderful! But now she was worried that she would never feel that way again. Martha had left out the graphic details of the love stories and had focused on the emotions and left it at kissing and hugging. Would she ever be able to look at the boys again without thinking about their penises and being embarrassed?

Misia covered her eyes with her fists and groaned. Why did life have to be so complicated? Why couldn't it have just stayed at kissing and hugging? Now she had to think about penises and sex too. It was interesting, but it was also embarrassing. Misia didn't have any fetishes as far as she knew, but what if Don had weird fetishes? What if he wanted her to tie him up and whip him? What if he wanted to do that to her? Misia moaned again. She was getting a headache from the sudden rush of information, sitting in front of the computer way to long, and thinking too hard. After taking some aspirin, she decided to go take a short nap. Maybe sleep would clear her head and calm her down.

Donatello had a headache as well. He was frustrated that he had gotten no work done at all since Misia left. All he could think about was what was going to happen later. Later he would show himself to her and she would show herself to him. He wondered who was going to go first. It would be the right thing to do to show her first so she was comfortable enough to show hers, but he would have to give himself an erection. It's not like he could just clap his hands and it be there. This was going to be embarrassing.

Don pushed himself away from his desk and stood. He stretched shook his cramped hands. It was not easy for a turtle with six large fingers to type on a standard keyboard, but he managed. The only side effect was cramped fingers. Don gently massaged them a little and checked on his plants. The small sprouts were starting to unfurl their leaves. They looked small and vulnerable. Don smiled and scribbled the new finding down with date and time.

"You sprouts are lucky," he said to them "you don't have to worry about girls and sex and difficult situations."

"I'ma bit worried though. You're talkin' to plants, Donnie."

Don spun around startled by the brother leaning against the door frame. Raph had his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

"The worst part is your talkin' to them about girls and sex. I'm pretty sure the plants can't help ya with that." Raph scoffed, walking up to Don with a broken scale in his hand.

Don was mad that Raph had been eavesdropping at his door and was very tight lipped. He shot his brother death stares, but Raphael ignored them. He knew they were empty threats.

"The scale's not workin' any more." He handed the broken scale to Don and continued. "It's not a girl, so maybe you can fix it."

"Shut up, Raph!" Don snatched the scale out of his hands and dropped it on a table. It landed with a bang.

"I'm sure that's not how ya fix it." Raph knew he was pushing his brother's buttons, but he wanted to know what Don had been talking about. 'girls and sex and difficult situations' sounded like things he wanted to be worried about. Not who broke the scale. "So, why are you talkin' to the plants about sex? You got someone you're tappin'? Is she a difficult broad?"

Donatello frowned and answered curtly. "No. I'm not 'tappin'' anyone. Sheesh" He sat back down in front of his computer and acted like he was busy.

Raph wasn't going to give up that easy. He leaned on the back of the office chair and continued to pester Don. "So, why are ya worried about girls and sex and difficult situations then?" He rocked the chair back and forth, further annoying his brother.

Don tried to ignore Raph. If he didn't feed into his brother's persistence, he'd go away. He typed up a fake report, but had more and more trouble since Raph was rocking his chair harder and harder. Finally Don spun the chair around and snapped, "What? What do you want?"

After a quick look of surprise, Raph smirked. "I wanna know what's up."

As if he didn't have enough on his mind, now Raph was trying to get into Don's business. He didn't want to tell Raphael what he was going to do later. He tried to think of a lie, but nothing was coming to him. A dragged out sigh escaped his lips. "Misia is learning about anatomy and sex. She's asking questions and it's hard to answer them. That's all." It wasn't the exact reason, but it was the truth.

"She didn't know about sex?" Raph asked with a scrunched up face.

Shaking his head, Don asked, "Anything else you want, Raph? I'm kind of busy."

Raph crossed his arms and stood, face still wrinkled in disbelief. "How'd she live in that lab place for so long and not learn any of the good stuff?"

Donatello's shoulders dropped and he looked up at Raph. "'Good stuff'? Really? They must not have thought she needed to know about it. What would she have done with that knowledge?"

Raphael shrugged, "Wudda we do with it, besides jack off?"

"We know why we get erections and don't feel like freaks when we get them. We know that it's ok to masturbate, but to just do it privately. We know why boobs and sex scenes on the T.V make our tails twitch. We know that it's ok to have dreams about girls and being in sexual situations with them. Misia didn't have to worry about any of those things. She's got her text book now, though, and she has questions about what she's reading. She trusts me to answer them." Don raised his eyebrow in victory and hoped Raph would go away.

Chuckling and walking towards the door, Raph said "Good luck with that. I wouldn't wanna be in your shell right now. I wouldn't know how ta answer any of those questions. Later, bro."

As Raph turned the corner and walked away, Don let out a sigh. He wasn't sure he knew how to answer the questions either. At least Raph had given him something to do. Pulling the scale into his lap, Don got to work with a screwdriver and took his time trying to identify the problem. This would kill at least half an hour. It was exactly what he needed.