Tora- Welp, here is the third chappy. We get to see how well Raphael reacts to his...predicament. Hehehehehe :)
Raphael- -_- Thanks alot there, Tora.
Christia- Yeah, thanks. -_-
Tora- T.T Why are none of the characters ever happy? Anyway, thankyou beccalovesbumblebee for editing once again! We all appreciate your hard work for putting up with me XD Disclaimer: I do NOT own TMNT. If I did well, we won't go there. .
Chapter 3: One Hell of a Way to Wake-up
Silence filled the apartment to the brim. No sound was heard; except breathing. On the ground, the body of a certain turtle started twitching. Raphael groaned and rolled his head to the side. He was becoming aware of extruciating pain everywhere. From his throbbing head, down to his two-toed feet. All he wanted to do was bury his face into his comfy pillow. Wait. He thought groggily. Ah don' remember comin' home last night. That last thought had him snap his eyes open. His vision was blury and it took a minute for him to rub the gunk out of his eyes. With his vision clear, Raphael looked at his surroundings. He was on a plush carpet, with a pillow under his head, in between a black couch and brown coffee table. These don't look like ANY of Casey's furniture...or April's fer tha' matter.
A horrible realization hit him like a train- He was in a strangers home! Raphael bolted up quickly; instantly awake. That wasn't a good idea on his part. Pain exploded inside his skull and he gripped his head with a groan. Once the pain settled, and his senses weren't overwhelmed, he felt some type of cloth on his head. Besides his ninja mask. "Huh?" He explored the wierd cloth. It was a rough textured cloth and it was wrapped around his noggin several times. If Ah didn't know betta', I'd say tha' this is gauze. If it is, then what da' shell happened last night?
Raphael tried to get his thoughts together but everything was moving fast. Whenever he would try and concentrate on a memory, it would slip out of his fingers. Irritated, he started standing up so he could look around. No sense in just sitting there waiting for the executioner. He managed to get to his feet with great effort. His body was sluggish and heavy from lack of use. Plus, laying on the floor did wonders on his back. Ah can do this. He gritted his teeth and took a step foreward...only to stumble to the side and hit the coffee table. Gravity came down on him like a ton of bricks as he fell over the table. "Fuck!" he yelled and tried to catch himself, but to no avail. He tumbled over with a loud crash on the floor. In the process, he woke up a certain human from her slumber.
Raphael looked up from his position on the floor when he heard the loud gasp, and glared at the girl sitting in a beige recliner. She was staring at him with shock. Slowly, ever so slowly, he untangled himself and kneeled on all fours. His world was spinning, he was in great pain, and to top it off; a human was in the same room with him. Probably the same one who brought him here. But why? Raphael heard her hesitating steps come toward him. Stay away from meh! he wanted to shout at her, but stayed motionless. A ninja always stayed hidden until the need for action had come. He half expected her to speak to him but all she did was kneel down next to him.
His next action went perfect. Grabbing her by the waist, he swung her to the ground, straddled her, and pinned her wrists. She gasped in shock and looked up at him with wide-eyes. Raphael looked into her eyes and, for a brief second, was lost in them. Her eyes were an unusual color- they were silver. Pretty. He thought before he shook it away and went down to business. "What da' hell do ya' want with meh?" he growled at her. The girl didn't speak so he added pressure to her wrists and leaned down till his mouth was directly by her ear. She flinched and shivered when he spoke. "Ah want you ta' tell meh, why Ahm in yer house, who ya' work for, and why Ah have bandages on meh!" Raphael leaned back but kept the pressure on her wrists. He watched her throat move up and down as she swallowed a couple times before opening her mouth. "I-I don't know w-what your talking about," she stuttered out. "But my n-name is Christia. You're in my apartment because someone cracked you over your head. It happened outside my bedroom window. That's also the reason you have bandages on your head. I cleaned the gash." She licked her lips and continued; her voice getting stronger with each word. "I don't work for anybody, honestly! I'm only sixteen and my parents won't let me get a job yet. Could you please let my wrists go? I can't feel my fingers."
Raphael stared incrediously at this girl who claimed her name was Christia. She said that Ah got hit over da' head. All Ah remember is dat Ah was planing on trickin' the guys. Then seein' those shadows...they were Purple Dragons..I think. He glanced down at her again. "Did ya' see the people who hit meh?" She shook her head. "All I saw was a girl with blonde hair and a big guy grab their friend and high tale it out of there." Her eyes were very expressive and he could see that she was telling the truth. A girl wit' blonde hair...A flash of seeing a face contorted in rage flew through his mind. He closed his eyes tight and concentrated. More images came to him. Him fighting three people, Purple Dragons, and him kicking their asses. Then he went after one of the men and lost control- Raphael snapped his eyes open and shame burned like molten lava through his body.
He'd lost control and severely injured a defenseless man. Ah...Ah've dishonored you sensei. How can Ah face ya' when Ah get home? Someone cleared their throat and he looked down numbly at his captive. She smiled apologenically. "I know you are in your thoughts but I seriously cannot feel my fingers." Raphael let her wrists go and she curled her arms into her chest. "Now, would you be able o get off? I'm not a threat I swear it." He slowly complied by standing and pulling her up. She gave him another smile. The girl said something but Raphael wasn't paying attention. His ears had started buzzing and his vision started to blurr. His head started to throb and he groaned in pain.
Raphael felt the girl grab his arm and he could barely glare at her; let alone move out of her weak grasp. "You okay, Turtleman?" he heard her ask. He opened his mouth to tell her off when the room pitched forward and he collapsed onto the ground.
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Slowly light filtered into his vision as Raphael came around for a second time. Unlike the first time, however, his senses were with him because he could distinctly hear someone muttering to themselves. "Just had to exert yourself, didn't ya'? Couldn't have just sat on the couch? Stupid Turtleman!" Raphael's vision finally focused and he saw the girl sitting at his feet packing a box up. She was muttering darkly to herself and totally oblivious that he was awake. Raphael decided to listen to her. "I drag your sorry ass ALL THE WAY UP THAT FUCKING FIRE ESCAPE and for what?" Slam! A pair of tiny scissors were thrown into the box. "Oh, I know, to open up those damn stitches! I'm not your 'friendly neighborhood first-aid girl', ya' know?!"
Yup. She was talking about him. The comments dug under his skin but he kept his cool. "Ah neva' said you were, girly," Raphael finally growled. She gasped and looked down at him; her face bright pink and her eyes wide. He couldn't help himself- he smirked. "Yer face is adorable when it is pink." She blushed harder and looked at the carpet to hide the blush. "How much of that did you hear?" she mumbled. "Everything. Including the 'Turtleman' comment," he said dryly. The girl ducked her head even lower and mumbled somthing incoherently. Raphael asked her to speak up. She looked up and glared at him; apparently not liking the idea of repeating herself.
"I said, 'I didn't know what your name was so I made one up'! There, are you happy?" He nodded in understanding and the watched one another in silence. Raph shifted on the ground trying to get comfortable. Dis carpet is giving me a serious rug-burn! He grumbled in his head. He sat up slowly, remembering the first time he woke-up, and proceeded to climb on the couch. The girl- he ouldn't remember her name to save his life- protested and shot to her feet to grab his arm. A low growl vibrated from Raphael's throat and her hand flinched back to her side. Yet she gave him an irritated look and huffed. "And what is wrong with you not liking my floor?"
Raphael gave her the 'Are you fucking serious' look. "It ain't all that comfy, girly." She crossed her arms and stood in a stance that kinda reminded him of Leo about to give him a lecture. "Well, Buster, I don't really care." He raised an imaginary eyebrow at that comment. She continued this time poking his platron. "What I do care about are those stitches in your noggin that I had to do twice because you were careless!"
Stitches? Raphael thought; confused. What the shell was this girl talking about? Then he remembered the gauze around his head. Lifting his hand up, Raphael grabbed the gauze and pulled. The material gave way with a Shriiik! and the girl looked at him with dismay. Ignoring her look he carefully touched his head and felt around. Nothin' on meh left. His skin felt as smooth as always. He switched sides and dragged his index finger up from the ridge of his eye all the way back. As he crossed over the top of his head, he felt small bumps; so miniscule that he had to repeat the process.
Well I'll be damned. His eyes widdened slightly as he examined how long it was- nearly three inches. I can only imagine how wide it was... Raphael eyed the girl who had stitched his skull closed and was conflicted. He didn't know whether to be upset that she risked herself, or be thankful that she did. So he settled on both. "Why?" She looked at him curiously; head tilted to the side, her red-brown hair swaying from the movement. "Huh?"
Raphael looked at her straight in the eye and said, "Why'd you save meh? Why would ya' risk yer own life to save a freak like meh!? Fer all you know is tha' I'm some serial killer!" By now he was shouting at her. She didn't flinch; didn't even recoil in fear. Instead, her face was calm and passive but her eyes had turned a pearly color. It was almost like she made his rage her own. "You want to know why I saved you?" She questioned him;her voice quiet. "I helped you because I saw some poor person get whacked. Outside my window, might I add, and I couldn't just go back to sleep knowing someone lay bleeding to death. And whether or not I risk my own skin is none of your concern, sir!"
Raphael jumped to his feet and stared down at the female who had just told him off. He growled deep in his chest as he pointed a finger at her. "I don' need to be reprimand me, girly!" She shoved his green apendage away from her face and crossed her arms. "I'm not, you dillusional idiot!" The girl raised her voice; matching Raphael's. "I'm merely telling you off because you are being EXTREMELY INCONSIDERATE! And I know you aren't a 'serial killer'." She made bunny ears in the air which just added fuel to Raph's already fiery mood. He opened his mouth to point out that she couldn't possibly know, but she kept on talking. "You know how I know? Because a serial killer wouldn't stand here arguing with me about risking my safety to save them! Now, if by some shadow of doubt you are a killer, then you are the MOST caring killer I have ever heard of!"
That shut him up real quick and he looked away from her patronizing gaze. Jus' like Leo's. He thought grimmly. But she has a point. I've been lyin' through meh teeth da' whole entire time. Guess she isn't a stereotypical human afta' all. Glancing back at her, he saw that she had calmed down and decided to sit on the couch. Her silver eyes looked at him thoughtfully. He sighed. "What?" She blinked and patted the seat next to her. "Nothin'. Just sit. It'll make you feel better." Snorting at the irony, he did what she asked but on the other end. Raphael put a hand on his head and closed his eyes. The headache had come back and wasn't helping matters. He felt her gaze on him; questioning his actions.
Finally, Raphael opened one eye and scowled. "Look. Between you an' meh dis isn't somethin' I do everyday. I don' normally meet humans who take my...appearance lightly; like you do. So, ta' make dis story short, I need ta' know that I can trust ya, girly." He noticed her eyes narrowed when he called her 'girly'. "My name is Christia. Not "Girly"." He just shrugged and gave her a pointed look. "Can I trust ya'?" The minutes ticked by as the girl- Christia- looked at him thoughtfully. "Yes," she told him after another minute. "I don't see a reason why you shouldn't."
That was all he needed. "Good. Now dat we are on some sorta trust-level; let's discuss some things- First off, I don't want people ta' know about meh. So dat means ya' have ta' keep yer pretty little lips sealed. No tellin' ANY of yer friends or family." A faint blush dusted her face at his 'lip' comment but otherwise she nodded. "Second- don't get hopefull tha' we just became 'buddies'; cause we ain't." He paused trying to think of any other thing to tell her. Thinking of none, he shifted so that he faced her. "We clear, Christia?"
Christia sat cross-legged on the couch and had set her head on her hands. A small frown was etched on her face; obviously she was deep in thought. Raphael thanked God for the moment of peace. If not for his headache, but for giving him a moment to actually look around. The place wasn't small but it wasn't large either. Obviously, because of the decor, he was in the livingroom. It was a nice biege color with an off-white trim. Some landscape pictures hung on the far wall and a tall bookcase stood next to a lamp behind the biege recliner. The only thing that didn't match the room was the leather couch; that looked so worn, that he guessed it had been with them a long time. It was simple and nice and Raphael liked that. Simple and nice...unlike the fiery vixen that sat infront of him.
Speaking of her...Raphael stole a look at his, er, rescuer. She was a little shorter than he was but taller than most females. Her skin was a pale that was common for NewYorker's but it was a creamy pale. In her sitting position Raphael could still tell that she had a nice figure; almost an hour glass shape. Traveling up to her head he noticed her face was a heart-shape and was extremely pretty. She had small, but full lips, a small nose, perfectly trimmed eyebrows, and big, expressive silver eyes that were framed by soft looking red-brown hair that came to her shoulders. Raphael felt something stir in him and he felt his heart beat faster.
He knew this feeling- he had had it when April first started hanging out with them. It was a feeling that he banished long ago because it would only cause his heart to shatter in the end. You stopped chasing after April jus' a few months ago! Now ya' decide ta' start racing fer some hot chick that I jus' met and won't be seeing again?! What da' hell is wrong wit' ja'? He yelled at his heart. Raphael was determined to stop this nonsense before it even began.
Click! Click! Click! Slender fingers snapped infront of his face. Raphael scowled at Christia who was the owner of said fingers. He lost his composure for a moment when he saw the position Christia was in. On her hands in knees, infront of his face, her loose outfit allowed enough room for his wandering eyes to see down her shirt. "What?!" he covered up the crack in his voice with a growl. Christia leaned back with a smirk on her face. Raphael instantly became suspicious and moved farther away from her. Apparently she sensed his discomfort because her smirk widdened and he could see her white teeth. "What?" he asked again; more cautious. She quirked an eyebrow at the edge in his voice. "Oh, nothing~" she quipped. "Only that, I will agree to your terms on one condition." Raphael tensed and clenched his fists. "You have to tell me your name."
