She left the techno store and looked around.
Which one was it again?
Looking for the right place to enter the sewers, Naomi did, however, find a clothing shop. She decided to buy herself some pyjamas. She didn't like the idea of sleeping in the same clothes she was wearing every day.
Finally, she found it. She looked around to see if anyone was looking, then she entered the sewers.
"Naomi's getting pretty late," said Donatello. "Maybe something happened to her."
"Relax," said Raphael. "I'm sure she'll come back real soon."
"How do you know?" asked Donatello.
"'Cause I wish for her not to," answered Raphael. "And as you guys all know, when I wish for something, exactly the opposite happens."
"Why are you worrying so much, Donatello?" asked Leonardo. "So she's a few minutes late, it'll be OK."
"Yeah," said Michelangelo, "you sound like some kind of parent. Y'know, like the ones on TV."
"Yeah, it's not like you at all," said Leonardo.
"Well," said Donatello, "I do somehow feel kind of… responsible… you know? Like a guardian or something…"
"Or a daddy!" laughed Michelangelo.
"No, no, not a daddy!" said Donatello.
"I'm back!" said a very familiar voice. Donatello stood up and ran towards Naomi.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"Huh? Sure, I'm fine," said Naomi in surprise. "Why?"
Donatello sighed.
"Look what I got," said Naomi. "Wires, micro chips, screws…"
"Ah, that's great," said Donatello. "Thanks!"
"No problem," said Naomi.
"What's in the other bag?" asked Leonardo.
"Oh, I bought myself some pyjamas," said Naomi. "I wasn't very comfy last night."
"Oh, I almost forgot," said Splinter. "Feel free to use our bathroom, if you'd like. You haven't been able to shower for a few days, have you?"
"N-no, not really," said Naomi. "I didn't know there was a bathroom here. All I knew was there is a toilet, but…"
"Well, like master Splinter said, feel free to use it," said Raphael. "You are getting pretty smelly."
"Say what?!" said Naomi.
"OK, OK, no fighting, please!" said Leonardo, coming in-between.
Naomi sighed and said: "As much as I hate baths, I guess living in the sewers for three days hasn't really done my clothes much good."
"I will wash them for you, so that they will be clean and good to wear by the time you wake up tomorrow morning," said Splinter.
"Thank you," said Naomi.
When she was done showering and came out of the bathroom, she felt a little embarrassed about entering the Turtles' living room in her PJs. She hesitated and looked into the living room. The five of them were watching a movie. Suddenly, the four Turtles started to laugh out loud and an amused smile appeared on Splinter's face.
The living room was very small. The only chair in it was taken by Raphael, the sofa was overcrowded by the other three and Splinter was sitting on the floor.
A broken smile appeared on Naomi's face. They looked like one big happy family.
I guess… there's no room for me, she thought. But just when she turned around to get out, a pair of big green hands took her shoulders and lifted her up. Before she had the chance to even react to this, she found herself on Donatello's lap.
"I think this movie is suited for you, too," he said. "You like comedies?"
"Umm… yeah, I do," said Naomi. She blushed slightly. This also brought back memories. Even though this felt different. Instead of leaning back against a human, she was leaning against a shell. But still, he was surprisingly warm. Weren't turtles reptiles, and therefore cold-blooded? Maybe it was because they were mutated with human genes.
Who cares, she thought. She was able to stay awake and watch the movie for a while, but before it ended, she had already fallen asleep.
The next morning, she woke up finding herself on the sofa. Her clothes were on the chair, clean and tidy. After changing clothes, she looked for the others in the kitchen. And yes, everyone was having breakfast, except for one.
"Morning," said Naomi.
"Morning," said everyone at the same time.
Naomi sat down. Not pizza again, she thought.
"Umm… do you ever eat anything other than pizza?" she asked.
"Nope," said Michelangelo. "But hey, there're all kinds of pizzas, so why eat anything else?"
"To be honest, I don't think I can eat pizza for breakfast, lunch and supper," said Naomi.
"Perhaps you would like to try some onigiri," said Splinter, offering her a rice ball.
"What's onigiri?" asked Naomi.
"It is a rice ball with mostly salmon or sauce in it," said Splinter. "I, for one, am very fond of salmon."
"Rice ball, huh?" said Naomi. She took one and took a bite out of it. The Turtles looked at her in disgust.
"She's seriously eating it!" said Raphael.
"What? It's pretty good," said Naomi. The Turtles gazed at her with their mouths wide open.
"I am glad you like it," said Splinter. "And you are welcome to have as many as you want."
"I think one will do," said Naomi. "You guys all have kinda heavy breakfasts."
"Well, it is the most important meal of the day," said Michelangelo.
"True," said Naomi. She silently continued eating the onigiri while the Turtles were laughing and talking about how disgusting sushi is.
After a while, Leonardo noticed that Naomi was spacing out, clearly lost in thoughts. While Raphael and Michelangelo kept talking, he leaned more towards her and said softly: "He's in the 'lab'."
"Hm?" asked Naomi, slowly waking up from her thoughts. "Who is?"
"Donatello, of course," said Leonardo.
"Oh… OK," said Naomi. Leonardo hesitated, but then asked: "Before you go there, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Umm… sure," said Naomi. She didn't really know what to expect. Was she in trouble?
As they left the kitchen, Splinter stared after them.
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Yup, finally, new chapters. Four of them! Why so many, you ask? (everyone: no, not really)
Imagine the most pathetic looking college student, sitting in a lounge chair, wearing an ugly robe, wrapped in a blanket, laptop on her lap, a pile of used tissues the size of Mount Everest next to the chair, messy hair and last but not least... glasses. Then you're probably imagining either me or any other college student with a cold. Because we are all too lazy to clean up this kind of mess (gross, I know).
So basically, I ran out of things to do, so I had enough time to come up with more chapters ^^
Whew... now that that's off my chest (*cough cough*), please enjoy the next chapters =D
