A/N: Hey everyone! Here's the long-overdue epilogue of my story! Sorry it took so long! School has been getting in the way of my writing schedule :(
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"HIYAA!" I narrowly miss Donatello's incoming kick as I stumble backwards and crouch down. His leg swings above me, right where my head was supposed to be if I hadn't dodged the deadly attack. Ouch, I think.
"Get up, Nikki! Don't stay immobile for too long," Donatello mentors. His voice comes out louder now that we are in the middle of a sparring session. There is none of the kindness that I had seen in him at the party a month ago. He is all lean and mean now; a ninja turtle, a dangerous killing machine.
"Yeah, okay," I manage to spit out. I stand up again. My legs shake and my breath quickens.
"Don't stay immobile for too long. The enemy could pounce on your falling adrenaline." Donatello moves closer, arms up in a stance that signifies he is ready to punch.
I put my hands up defensively too, our eyes meeting. I breathe in, imagining my strength coming up to me from the floor; potential energy travelling from the floor and into the muscles in my legs. "HA!" I shout and will myself into action. Energy burns up through my legs and up into my thigh. I twist into a side kick and watch as Donatello's eyes enlarge.
He jumps out of the way at the last minute but my foot grazes his abdomen. "Whoa, you're getting stronger," Don notices, his hand clutching his left side.
"That was just a teaser," I quip and wipe the sweat off my brow. I take a deep breath before launching into a series of punching and kicking combinations that I had learned over the past four weeks of training in the sewer. I know I probably don't look very much like a ninja, but I do feel like one, and according to Donny, sometimes, that is better.
Donny manages to miss every single kick and punch I throw, not to my surprise, but he does launch an attack much earlier than I have expected. As I throw my left fist at his face, he deflects my punch and grabs my incoming right arm. With this leverage, he twists me around so that my back is to him, my arm twisted painfully and unnaturally. "Ouch, ouch, ouch," I wince. "Okay, I give up! You can stop now!"
Donatello pulls harder, his grip tighter. "Ninjas don't just give up."
Adrenaline courses through me again. "Donny!" I twist back around, doing my best to resist his arm strength. "I'm a freaking novice ninja! Have freaking mercy on me, I beg of you."
"PIZZA!" Mickey calls from the living room. Donny tenses against me for a split-second before finally letting go of me.
"If I break any of my bones…" I begin to threaten Don. I shake my head and wince as pain shoots up my shoulder and back.
Don chuckles. "If you break any of your bones," he says teasingly. "Then I'll tend to them."
I stick my tongue out at him before heading over to the living room to greet Mickey and the rest of the turtles.
"Pizza for the ninjas!" Mickey announces as I walk in. He has a slice of pizza in one hand and one of Leo's katanas in his other hand.
"Guys, have you seen my other katana?" Leo asks, walking hurriedly into the room. Mickey quickly gulps and shoves his hand behind his back. Raph smirks and shakes his head. "No, I haven't Leo. But maybe Mickey would know," the red-masked turtle says.
Donny guides me towards a couch and we sit side-by-side, chewing on pepperoni pizza while watching Mickey and Leo fight over the weapon.
I find myself smiling. In less than a month, the sewer has become sort of like my second home. Coming here after school thrice-a-week has become my regular routine (along with getting beaten-up thrice-a-week by the turtles). It had all been just a childhood obsession not too long ago, yet now, it was more than that.
This entire thing, this fantasy of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles…everything was actually real. And I was a part of it.
"Don," I suddenly say. An idea hits me, and I set my pizza down on a plate that sits on an old coffee table.
"Yeah?" he asks, turning to me. It is a bit unsettling to stare into his all-white pupils, but over the month, I have gotten used to it.
I swallow to keep the idea in my head from bursting out my mouth as what usually happens when I get nervous. "What do you guys think of fanfiction?"
Donny scratches his head. "Um, what's that?" he asks. For once, the smart turtle has no idea.
"OW! YOU DIDN'T NEED TO HIT ME THAT HARD!" Mickey's voice echoes throughout the sewer.
"Serves you right for getting what isn't yours without permission," Leo scolds.
I blink and shake my head. "Um, okay…anyway. Fanfiction, Donny, is fiction written by fans."
"Like a story?" he asks, gaining more interest.
"Yes, something like that," I reply. "What do you think of my story going up for the world to see?"
Donny smiles, melting my heart a bit. I admit, I have always rather had a small thing for him. "That sounds cool. What story?"
I shrug. "This story. About meeting you guys."
Donny takes another bite and glances at his brothers. Mickey is covering up a wound that he had accidentally gotten from Leo's katana (Leo didn't hit him on purpose); Raph is on the couch opposite us, a rare moment of silence shrouds him as he reads comic books; Leo is stuffing pizza in his mouth, no doubt in a hurry to get back to watching Space Heroes.
"Why not?" Donny finally says.
"It's not like I'm giving off any clue about you guys really being…real, or anything," I say tentatively, my fingers nervously playing with the hem of my T-shirt. "I just think that this experience is really one-of-a-kind."
"Yes, I think we'll be fine as long as you don't drop clues that are too big about our existence," Donny assures me. "So, this fanfic that you're going to write about us…what are you gonna call it?"
I bite my lip. I'm not sure actually. What will I call it? I-Magically-Meet-the-Turtles? Eeew, well, that's pretty lame. Ninja Girl. No. Pizza with theTurtles. No.
"Your eyebrows are furrowing up. I see the gears turning in your head," Don teases.
"I'm sorry, but not everyone can think as quickly as you can, Smarty!"
"Okay, okay," Don laughs and puts his three-fingered hands up. "Go on and think about it first. I'll just get another slice. I'll be right back."
He leaves my side, and I look down at my muddy Converse, the dirt sticking to the cloth a result from night-jogging to enhance my training.
Ambush in the Alleyway? Nope. Fiction to Reality? Naawwp. Slowdancing with Donatello. Um…no. I have a feeling the techie-Turtle wouldn't be too fond of that.
I sigh. Just as I take another bite from my pizza, the perfect title comes into my head. Of course, it sums up this whole experience!
"Confessions of a Turtle-Obsessed Teenage Girl," I say aloud, trying it on for size. This experience surely did bring out my old obsession, forcing me to make my confession: I was never going to get over the turtles' awesome-ness. I didn't plan to, either.
"Have you thought of one yet?" Donatello asks as he settles next to me again.
I nod. "Yup!" I reply. "Though I don't really know now, if this would fall under fanfiction, seeing that it isn't entirely a fictional story."
And I make a mental note to get on my laptop ASAP and start the fanfic. (Well, considering I get home early from ninjitsu training)
A/N: So that's it! The epilogue to Confessions of a Turtle-Obsessed Teenage Girl! Hope you guys liked and enjoyed this story as much as I loved and enjoyed writing it! Despite what the story says, this is ENTIRELY fictional. (Creys, I wish the turtles really did exist though. That would be so cool) Please do tell me what you think! Please click that review button! I would love to hear from you guys!
And probably, just probably, I plan to write a sequel fanfic to this one! Any suggestions are welcome! Tell me in your reviews!
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