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A/N: Yes, I haven't written in FOREVER! There's been some problems with school, family, etc. I'll try to get more on in a week or two, promise!


"She could be lying, Sensei. I don't trust her." Raphael says, his arms crossed over his chest.

The old rat looks up at his son, resting a hand on his shoulder, "You do not have to trust her, my son, but you must remember to keep compassion within your heart… How would you feel if she was telling the truth, and we ignored her pleas for help?" He asks.

His shoulders fall after Raph considers it, "Awful… I-I just don't like this, Mastah Splintah. I mean— I don't wanna see anyone get hurt because of our 'blind faith' in this kid."

A warm smile crosses Splinter's face, "It is perfectly understandable, Raphael.," he says, his smile then fades away, "But please… Behave when our guest awakens…"

"Sure thing." Raphael answers.

His father figure leaves the room, leaving Raphael to his thoughts. Without another moment lost, the hot-tempered turtle made his way to the crippled punching bag.

The day had started out normal. Mikey was being his usual goofy self, begging for his brothers to go with him to get the latest comic book for his collection. At first, they all refused to go topside, but as the hours ticked by, Mikey started getting bored. After cleverly asking one last time through pranks, each had finally given in. Michelangelo had gotten his way once again for playing 'the annoying little brother' roll.

While they were topside, Leo figured that they might as well get some surface training in before their nightly patrol. It went as well as it possibly could without Splinter having to remind the boys that they had to concentrate. It took another couple hours for Leonardo to get all three of his siblings to do what they were supposed to do, he even went head-to-head with Raph when he complained.

There wasn't much to be said between the two after the last argument during the training session, and because night had already fallen over the city, the brothers started their patrol.

All seemed well, it was an unusual quiet from the city of life, and the turtles thought they might just get a break.

That is until the Foot had surrounded them… Raph remembered seeing someone watching the fight from a higher roof, but didn't pay them no mind, he didn't figure that the person was any danger to his family or himself.

Leonardo, however, thought otherwise. He had disappeared from the fight when the enemy's numbers started dwindling, and he had went after that person watching them from afar, she had brought up Bushido, something to be taken very seriously from Leo's perspective.

She said she had been kidnapped, and he wanted to help her like any good person or turtle would… Raphael respected that too… But the memory of The Shredder trying to trick Leonardo into joining him kept replaying in his head.

His hand balls into a fist, and he holds it up to land a blow…

But before he can start on the beat down, his elder brother comes to him, worry shining in his eyes, "Raph, I don't mean to bother you-" he starts.

Raph turns around, "Spit it out, Fearless."

"I just wanted to let you know that I don't intend on bringing danger upon our family."

His face coiled into a grimace, "You think I don't know that?" Raphael shook his head, "I know you're tryin' to do the right thing, bro… But I keep thinkin' about how The Shredder made you think he was the good guy. What if this is just another trap?"

Leo sighs, after a moment he says, "Then we'll make them pay."

"Them?"

"The Shredder and [Y/N]. We won't let the Foot trick us again."

Doubt flutters in Raph's stomach, but his brother's words reassures him somehow, "Okay…"

The turtle clad in blue begins to walk away.

Before he get's too far away, Raph calls out to him, "Hey, Leo?"

"Yeah, Raph?"

"I'm sorry, fer yellin' at ya earlier."

"Yeah, I'm sorry too."

Raphael turns back to the punching bag… But now too drained to throw a punch.


When you wake up, you realize that your feet are cold. Your leg hurts, it stings like a gash. You remember that one of the turtles had ripped your flesh with their bade. The table you lay on is hard, and now your back is sore, you imagine how stiff it will be when you start to move. Your fingers are frozen, cold as ice cubes. You curl your fingers until your hands are tight fists, knuckles turning white.

"Hey, dudes… I think whats-her-name is awake."

You feel that your neck is exposed, your head is leaned back…. In this strange environment… That can't be a good thing, can it?

Warmth touches your forehead, you want to lean into it before you realize that it is a hand that is touching you, giving off the warmth.

Immediately, your eyes pop open as you sit up. You see two of the turtles staring at you in shock.

Purple and orange, it takes a moment, but you remember the names that go with those mask colors, Don and Mikey.

"How are you feeling, [Y/N]?" Donnie asks.

You realize that you don't know what the turtles have decided to do with you yet…

You blink at him, "…C-Cold?" You don't want to tell him that you are 'fine', that would be lying. And let's face it, you aren't the best at deceiving people, despite The Shredder's teachings.

Mike jumps out o his chair, "Oh!" he cries, "I can get you a blanket!"

He runs off and out the door. You turn back to Don, who smiles gently and says, "Michelangelo can get excited when we have decent guests."

You nod slowly, understanding that mutants probably don't get many pleasant visitors, you assume that anyone they have ever came in contact with has been petrified by their existence. You aren't really afraid of their appearance, six months ago, you might've passed out at the thought of what you are seeing stand beside you.

Moments later, the familiar blue masked turtle came in, Leonardo. He didn't say anything, you are kind of thrown off by his silence. He pulls up a chair on the opposite side of the table you sit on and observes you.

You again wonder what their decision about you is. Did they deem you worthy of their assistance?

Out of nervousness, you glance at Donnie. He is staring hard at a computer screen. You can see the sides of his mouth move as he reads to himself, and you can't help but to wonder what he's looking at.

"If you don't mind me asking…" Leonardo's voice rings.

You turn back to Leo, startled by his voice; the two of you lock gazes. His eyes are blank, like his brothers'. It didn't bother you when you first saw them, but now that you are trying to read his expression, it is starting to annoy you.

He doesn't start speaking again until you give a slight nod, "Why did the Foot kidnap you?"

You aren't surprised by the question, but you're not exactly sure what the answer is, "…The Shredder wanted me…" You finally say.

"For what?" He replied.

Heat surges through your body, causing you to break out in a cold sweat. Do you tell him why The Shredder had trained you? Of course not! But what would be a believable lie?

Nothing!

This turtle-guy is a ninja, he'll see straight through any lie you tell, just like The Shredder had… Surely, this had to be part of Shredder's plan! He knows all of your strengths and weaknesses. Lying to ninjas is definitely a weakness!

You find yourself saying, "To train me to be part of his army of ninja."

Leonardo leans back, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth a thin line of anger or disbelief… You really can't tell.

Donatello shows his surprise from behind you, "Shredder is getting that desperate?" His voice rises as he says, "I didn't even know that the Foot was running out of men!"

"Neither did I." Says Leonardo, glancing at Don and back at you, "When were you kidnapped, [Y/N]?"

You tense up, remembering the sensation of the needle pricking your skin as you slept.

He sees your reaction, like you thought he would, "I'm sorry, [Y/N], but I have to ask these questions. Otherwise we won't be able to protect you from The Shredder."

So they do definitely want to help you. With the hospitality shown so far, your mind is somewhat put at ease.

Sucking in a deep breath, you are saved from answering for a moment, because Michelangelo comes in with a quilt that is poorly stitched together. You assume that he made it himself, or that brothers worked together on it.

You mumble a 'thanks' as he wraps it around your form.

Leonardo, waiting for an answer, cleared his throat.

"Six months ago." You say.

The three looked at you with curious eyes, or that's what you imagined, so you elaborated, "He tortured me for two weeks before I gave in. He threatened my family…" Tears start to fill your eyes, "I-I didn't know what to do, so I let him teach me Ninjitsu. While training me, he'd always say that he had plans for me…"

You sweep your gaze across the room, it was clear that you had their full attention… But you can't figure out what else they want to hear, so you wipe the tears away.

Mikey was now sitting on the other end of the table, "So for six months The Shredder was training you the ninja skills against your will?"

You nod, slowly.

"That's harsh, man." He says.


A/N: Thank you soooo much for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! The Ninja Turtles love you all!