Author's Note: Whoever has read and review I thank and salute you. It really helps me out with the stories and wanting to keep writing them. Here's Chapter Two, enjoy.
Summary: Originally titled "TMNT Love". What happens when four mean green turtles meet four beautiful women, who have shocking secrets that even they don't know about themselves. Will the girls and turtles prevail before the darkness closes in around our favourite foursome and their new friends? Will the girls find out about their true selves before it's too late? Turtles/OCs.
Please Note:
Thoughts
"Singing"
"Talking on phone"
Chapter 2: Strange Dreams
Kiara's POV:
I awoke the next morning finding myself in our apartment on our sofa, with my head bandaged and throbbing with pain. How did I arrive here? Last, I knew I was in the bank next door, stopping thugs, when… I stopped my thoughts, thinking back to the night I just had, how someone or four someone's came and helped me out and they must've brought me home. Weird!
"Oi, my head, did anyone get the license plate of the truck that hit me last night?" I asked no one in particular.
"No, we actually missed that, we were too busy cleaning you up," a new voice said sarcastically. I looked up at a smiling wavy black chin-length haired girl about my age standing there with brown eyes looking concerned at me, some painkillers in hand and a glass of water. She was wearing a violet tank top with a sky-blue knee-length skirt. She walked over to me with the objects in hand and handed them to me.
"Why didn't you chase them down? I knew that Jazzy would have done that," I sarcastically replied back.
"Sorry, but when we came home, we found you on the couch with a big gash wound in your head, we didn't even have time to go after them," the first bit she said was true obviously but the second bit was sarcasm now. Tanyta Swan, one of my best friends is a really intelligent person, she's basically the smartest person I know, but being smarter does have its disadvantages. For at school, she gets teased a lot and picked on. She relies on us to help her, but most of the time she would ignore it. Hopefully someday she'll get the courage to stick up for herself. "What happened Kia?"
"It's a little hazy, " I answered rubbing at my head after taking those painkillers. I closed my eyes for a while when I was interrupted by another voice coming into the room. "But, I'll try to remember."
"Oh, Kay, thank god your awake," a Spanish accent voice sounded from the doorway leading to the hall to where the rooms are. I opened my eyes and looked over to the new voice and sure enough, there were two girls. One had emerald green eyes with her straight brown hair down, finishing about mid-back, she had a V-neck short sleeve orange top, with skinny jeans hugging her waist. The second girl had ice blue eyes, with her shoulder length curly blonde hair, in a low ponytail. She was wearing her usual clothing consisting of a blood red tank top under her black leather jacket, with black coloured denim jeans. "Tendrás que darme muchas explicaciones, jovencita*".
Since being taught Spanish at school in my hometown (or city I guess), Adelaide in Australia, and passing the subject with flying colours, I could understand the Spanish speaking girl, whereas the blonde girl hadn't had a clue as to what she was talking about.
"Seriously, speak English girl, I can never understand you when you speak mumbo jumbo" the ice blue eyed girl said, irritated.
"It is not my fault I like to speak in my natural tongue, although I am both American and Español*," the emerald green eyed girl answered. "Anyway, to business we go. What the heck happened? Why were you on the couch with a big gash wound in your head? And what on earth did you do last night?"
"Wow, that was a mouthful hermana*," I joked.
"Hey, I do the joking around here. Now, answer the questions," the emerald green eyed girl, my best friend, Gloria Diego asked. Gloria is older than Jasmine, but younger than Nyta and I. She is a very bubbly and talkative person I know. She had to be the person you would go to the most to be cheered up. She is energetic, sweet, kind, loving and caring. She is not that much older than Jazzy being seventeen and a half years of age and Jas being seventeen. Gloria is very open whereas Jas is a complete opposite, she will keep all her emotions in, on some occasions you would lucky to hear of her past. But overall, we don't know much about her background story. Whereas Gloria just blabs it out.
Gloria is fairly confident in most things that she does. She's an excellent artist, she loves to paint. And her dance moves will blow you away, her voice will too. She is one heck of a talented student (too bad she's not as bright when it comes to lessons), she seems to fall asleep in class (who doesn't), but she does keep up, which is a good thing (especially to Tanyta who would tutor us, but we prefer to try ourselves first).
"Alright, alright, I'll tell you. But to be honest, I'm not entirely sure, I mean one minute I'm walking home from the dance studio, then nothing, it's all blurry," I answered truthfully.
"Hmm. How about we try something chicas," Tanyta said as she moved to sit on the couch next to me and instructed me. "Now, Kiara, close your eyes." I did as she asked me.
"Alright, what's next?" I asked her.
"Now focus only on last night when you were walking home," Tanyta said.
"Ok, I'm there," I answered.
"Good, now tell me what you remember. What do you remember feeling? Seeing? Hearing? Smelling?" Tan asked. Ok weird question, but better answer her. Thanks to meditating, I can focus and forget the world for at least a few minutes.
"I remember… feeling calmer and relaxed. I was walking from the studio; I was looking at the ground. I have been glancing around to make sure that I was walking the right way," I started.
"Good, anything else?" Tan pressed on.
"I couldn't really smell anything, except the usual air. Uh… as I was approaching the apartment building I hear the bank alarms blaring. I went to see what the commotion was. I saw it was a gang of some sort," I continued.
"Do you remember anything about them?" the brown eyed teen asked.
"Yea, I remember they were wearing purple dragon tattoos on their body; arms, legs, face, neck, you name it" I answered "I fought them and tried to defeat them, but got surprised when one jumped me and hit me hard in the back of the head, and thrown into the wall. I got the wind knocked out of me."
"Good, that's good. Is that all?" Tanyta asked. That's the thing I love about Tanyta Swan. She is sweet, patient and understanding and she's a really great listener.
"No… I remember… hearing voices… I tried finding the people connected to the voices, but… I couldn't see them, because my vision was blurry and because they were concealed in the shadows," I finished.
"Is that all?" Tan asked again.
"No, it isn't. I also remember… one of those new voices… a male… picked me up and… asked where I live, I told him and… he must of drop me off here," I finished, for good this time. I opened my eyes to look at my friends faces.
"You gave a complete stranger our address?" yelled the ice blue eyed girl. "You didn't even know this guy, what gave you the right to give him our address? They could have been kidnappers or rapists or even killers and you gave them OUR ADDRESS?" she was steamed.
"Chill Jas," I said to the blonde. "Chica*, listen, I told you my vision was going fuzzy and my mind wasn't working properly. And anyway, if he were any of them people you just mentioned, then why did he drop me off here, without having done a thing to me?" I asked reasoning with her.
"Yea, yea I guess you're right. Still, you shouldn't have done that," Jasmine told me. Jasmine Hunt may be the youngest of us four girls, being only seventeen years of age, but she has a bad temper. Whenever someone or something pisses her off, she goes all out killer. It's hard trying to get her to chill. The only thing we can do is let me talk to her or give her a spar fight to release any anger she had. Her being a street fighter and me a black belt in karate, we would give a good match. She maybe a pain in the ass, but we all love her anyway. But put Nyta, Ria or I in danger and Jas will be there to beat (or sometimes kill) the offender to protect us, that is how loyal Jasmine Hunt is. She is one of the most loyal people I know (maybe the only one at that).
"Anyway, Kia, did you catch any sight of this man or catch a name?" my friend asked.
"Uh… all I got was a blur of blue and green and no name, but I did feel a very hard chest. Almost like a steel one," I answered. "But, I may have dreamt about the green and blue blur. But that wouldn't explain how I came to be here in the apartment after the fight last night," Tanyta sighed, but before she could say anything, the brown-haired girl decided to interfere.
"Hermana, usted es muy loco. Usted podría habersido asesinado*" she asked in Spanish.
"Oh, my God, here we go again!" Jazzy sighed, while Ria was scowling at her.
"Sorry, my bad, I'll say it again in English, shall I?" Ria asked sarcastically.
"Forget it Ria, I'm not that interested in your mumbo jumbo," Jasmine scowled.
"Whatever chica," Tanyta added her two cents worth in. Tanyta has been studying Spanish for a long time and since we use easy words like hermana, amigo* and chica a lot, Jasmine knew what they meant, but didn't care about using them as much as we do.
"Chicas, how about we put this all behind us and have…" Ria started. We all smiled big at that and said together (or more like yelled out)…
"A SLUMBER PARTY!" we laughed after saying that. So, that's what we did for the rest of the night, danced, sing, competitions, watching marathons and chowing down on food. It was all in good fun and lasted for a long time. Till the early morning.
DEMON~DEMON~DEMON
Once we settled down to silence, Gloria decided to break that silence.
"So, Kay, are you gonna see this mysterious guy who saved you again anytime soon?" she asked in a teasing tone. I blushed a little at that.
"To be honest Ria, I'm not sure, I hope so. To be able to thank him and see him again, you know." As I said this I looked out the window and across to the bank building. As I looked up to the roof, I thought I saw a bulky shadow on the roof, I looked closer and even with the moon not shining brightly I saw the blue fabric around the shadows face was blowing with the wind. I couldn't see his face or body. This must be the guy who saved me. but who is he? Why did he save me? And more importantly, am I ever gonna see him ever again? these questions were running over and over again, just wondering. We all decided it was time for sleep, so we went back to our respected rooms and slept.
Leonardo's POV
I was sitting on the edge of the bank roof that was robbed last night; it was the early hours of the morning, but I stayed here since last night. The woman I saved then finally woke up, late last night, I tried to listen in on what they were saying and I caught a name: Kiara, beautiful name. I started standing to head home but stopped when I saw her looking out the window (from her spot on the couch) just staring straight at me.
Her beautiful eyes were the colour hazel, when in the light but brown away from the light, a beautiful combination of colour for a beautiful woman. Leo, get your head out of the clouds and stop thinking like that. You know she'll never go for you. I sighed at that last bit, for it is true. Me being a hideous mutant turtle and Kiara being a beautiful young woman, it just won't work. She'll hate me and would want nothing to do with me.
I looked away from the beautiful Kiara and headed on home, wishing she could be mine and to be able to see her again without her freaking out.
DEMON~DEMON~DEMON
Author's Note: There's my second chapter, what'd you think of it? Read and review. For those people who don't understand Spanish, here are translations for you in order from first use to the last one.
Here are the words that have the '*' meanings.
Translations:
Tendrás que darme muchas explicaciones, jovencita – You've got some explaining to do young lady.
Español – Another word for Spanish
Hermana – Sister
Chica – Girl
Hermana, usted es muy loco. Usted podría habersido asesinado – Sister, you are crazy. You could have been killed.
Amigo – Friend
