A.N: I did a Lenten promise this ear that I would spend less time on the internet that I do know. Don't worry I'm not leaving, I'm just not going to update twice a week like I did before. I will just update on Sunday's. I guess right about now people have already watched Wormquake online so I'm going to say this…..Tigerclaw is amazing, cruel, but amazing. Also, I really loved Karai in that two parter, I really did (not just because she's my favorite character).

Beawolf's Pen: I didn't think of it at first but yeah, I guess it could be ice scream kitty :3.

Dramatic: Bradford can't seem to get a break. Fillien at least can still be herself after all that. Well when you write for TMNT, you got to add funny. Teehee :D I read your story by the way, you can check my review but I'm going to mention now it's really good.

16: Lol, Bradford is fun to mess with

So, we see familiar face in the chapter, just a heads up.

I don't own TMNT

(Translation)

CHAPTER 9

Fillien took the ferry back to the mainland and she walked down the East Village to find a place to stop by and eat to satisfy her weird craving. She was in the mood for something Japanese, very coincidental yes. She asked people around but no one didn't know a good place until a random man referred to her a place a few blocks away. "Just take this street until you get to one that crosses it called Hemingway."

"Thank you." Fillien walked down the sidewalk the person told her go on. When she finally got to the street called Hemingway, she took a right. Fillien walked down the sidewalk until she felt herself in a familiar place. "I know this area. I'm right by-." Fillien halted on the sidewalk and ever so slowly turned her head to the left. She saw a familiar restaurant with the sign that said Murikami's Japanese Cuisine. "Oh you've got to be kidding me." She looked at the sky and said, "Fate, if you really wanted to hurt me, why don't you just drop the turtles on me?" Some people who were walking by eyed her as if she were crazy. She shied away and just walked over to the side and stood up against the building. She looked at the restaurant and from here smelled fresh ginger. Her stomach growled just thinking about it. "Well, he's blind. He won't recognize me."

Fillien crossed the sidewalk with care and opened the doors to the restaurant. She walked in seeing a red haired girl with a yellow shirt finishing up her pay. Fillien didn't see Murikami, so she asked the red haired girl, "Um, is the waiter here?"

"Yeah." She said, getting up and swinging her purse on her shoulder. "He just went out back so he'll be out soon." Then she yelled out to where Murikami was behind a curtain that was probably the entrance to the kitchen. "Bye Murikami. I'm glad to see you're ok."

"Thank you for coming April-San," came his reply. The girl, April, then left the restaurant. Fillien took a seat and began looking at the menu, seeing what food can satisfy her. Murikami came out from behind the curtain door and went into his little kitchen set in the middle of the room. He felt Fillien's presence in the room and he said, "Oh, hello. What would you like me to serve you today?"

"Um... for now I'll just have an entre of enema me, please."

"Yes of-" the blind man stopped and turned to face Fillien.

The French girl looked up and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Murikami didn't answer right away but he turned around and began pulling out pots and pans to start cooking. Fillien shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her menu again. The old man then said, "You are the nice one, no?"

Fillien's eyes widened and she put down her menu. "How did you know it was me?"

Murikami didn't turn to look back at her. He continued to cook and said, "I may not be able to see but I can hear. I also have excellent memory. I recognize you voice."

"Well, I guess I underestimated you."

He laughed. "New friends of Murikami always start out surprised by my talent."

"Friend?"

"Yes, you are the nice one. You didn't... as you would call, finish the job." He turned around put a small bowl of steaming enema me in front of Fillien.

"But i helped in your kidnapping. How could you still serve me especially since I didn't do anything when Xever was going to cut the line and let you fall to your death?"

"That is a very good point. I could be mean and not serve you. Spit in your food and call you names. But I am not one to be lower than anybody."

Fillien looked down at her untouched food and asked, "What do you mean by lower?"

"To be like the mean ones. Say, the Purple Dragons." Fillien nodded. "Not that they want to be mean. Some people just go down that path to get what they want."

"I understand that." Fillien grabbed an enema me, dipped it in soy sauce, and ate. Fillien ordered a bowl of noodle soup and Murikami went right to work. Murikami asked, "Your accent... I don't hear it much here in the states."

"Oh, well I'm from France actually."

"Really? What is a young girl from Europe all the way here for?"

"Well, work brought me here."

"Oh, I see. You seem opposed to their actions. Why do work for them?"

"Well, that was just Xever's run. But usually I will go with it?"

"Why?"

"Well, I'm one of them because I'm learning to be a great female ninja, a kunoichi."

"You like to fight?"

"Sort of. I'm not very good at it though. I just learn to better protect myself. I'm more self-defense."

"Defense against what?" Murikami asked, putting the bowl of soup in front of her and then taking the empty enema me dish. Fillien looked up at Murikami and saw him with a raised eyebrow.

She only answered him, "That's a long story."

)))))))))))))) At Tokyo (((((((((((((

Karai laid on her bed, facing the ceiling. The Kunoichi held the piece of paper in her hands with the phone number on it. She knew she could call him, Jonzo wouldn't mind her talking with him, right? He did say that if she wanted to she could talk with him. But was he busy now, or would he be ok with her interrupting whatever? Was this what normal girls thought before they called boys? Was this normal? Not for Karai.

The Japanese girls sighed and put the number back in the drawer of her nightstand. She'd call him later…or probably never. Never sounded well…..she didn't know why but she just didn't want to call him. Why didn't she want to talk with him….or try to be friends with him? No, no friends. "You can't have any." Karai said to herself, sitting up on her bed. She looked around the empty room, feeling the silence less familiar than usual.

She didn't realize until now that Fillien being around kept away most of the silence. Especially now when Karai needed someone with experience to help here out with her situation. Karai could do things herself, but this was one time, she will admit, that she needed Fillien's know-how. The French girl never had a relationship, at least that's what Karai assumed, but she seemed to know how normal guys think. Or was it just the high strong girl's fantasy?

All these questions didn't get answered when she heard a knock on the door. Karai was fine with it, she needed something to do. "Karai," said a Foot soldier from outside her door said, "It's been days already since you made that deal with the owner of Byer's. He hasn't paid up."

Karai sat up on her bed. He was right, she asked Samu, the guy she threatened the other day, to pay up soon but he hasn't even rung up saying he's got the money. Time was up. Karai stood up and said, "Get everyone ready. We're going to Byer's Building."

A little later, with everyone in their foot clan gear, Karai had them go out into the streets and run the roof tops until they got to a small work building. When they got to the roof, Karai and the others opened the fire escape door and got in. They got down a few levels until finally they made it to level three where the main office of Samu should be. It was dark, no one was working tonight. But Karai was still careful and she had everyone stick to the shadows and move quietly throughout the aisles of empty work tables. Karai and the other stuck to the shadows and, moved through work tables. When they got to the office behind glass doors, Karai picked the lock and went in. One of the Foot ninja's behind her said, "Karai, why did we come her if you knew it was empty. And don't lie to me I know you knew."

"I did know Samu wasn't going to be here. But I didn't need him to be."

"Why?"

She continued to walk in the room and said, "I think it's better to surprise him in the morning when he finds out the money he owes is gone."

"How do you know it's in here?" Karai smiled and went up next to a small metal trashcan. She then kicked it off the ground to reveal built into the ground was a metal door with a lock on it. If the soldier didn't have his mask on Karai would have seen his eyes widen. "How-"

"When we came asking for money the first time we came once every few weeks to check on progress. His trashcan never got filled to the top, so I knew he was hiding something." Then she went to the bottom of the metal trashcan and pulled out a piece of paper with numbers taped to the bottom. "Anzen ga aru baai ya, kumiawase wa kanari okure wa arimasen."(And where there is a safe, the combination is not far behind).

"Yoi shigoto." (Good Job)

"I try." She picked put in the lock combo and then opened the door to the vualt built into the ground. She gasped, seeing it all empty. "What the-"

"Karai," said one of the soldiers from the other side of the door. "The tables are empty, no papers. Nothing. It's clear."

"The man scammed us." The soldier with her said, "He made a run for it."

Karai looked around and noticed that the only thing left in the room was furniture. No office supplies on tables and when Karai opened a nearby a nearby cabinet, she saw nothing but dust. She slammed the door out of frustration and she was going to throw her Tanto in anger when she saw a piece of paper on the empty desk. She grabbed it, seeing there were a few notes written in messy handwriting, but there was one sentence that stood out clear and it read out, Wāfu 5 1012-nen ni yoru kon'ya (Warf 5 by twelve tonight.). Karai's eyed widened and she called out to her team, "Quickly, to Warf 5 at the bay!"

))))))))))))))))) Hemingway Ave in New York ((((((((((((((((

Fillien had left the restaurant, saying thank you to Murikami and giving him a tip. She walked out with a smile and down the streets of New York. Taking in the last of the sun as it set in the skyline. She didn't realize it until now until now that she had been in there for almost three hours talking away with Murikami. "I think it's time to head back to the hide out." She went to a bus stop and looked at the map to find her matching route to get her back. Fillien then heard laughter across the street and she looked up to see a group of young girls walking out of a two story building. Three girls and their mothers went walking down the street talking and laughing. What stuck out to Fillien the most was the tutu's that the girls were wearing. They had their hair in a wrapped bun and in their hand were ballet shoes.

Fillien gasped. This is exactly how it would all look like when she left the dance studio in Paris. She would always come out smiling with her mother, talking about how well she did that twirl or how much more balanced she had become. She never wore the very big tut the girls right now were wearing, but she thought they looked adorable. "Did I look adorable?" Fillien asked herself. Then she thought about how one day she tried on her first dance dress and her mother said she looked amazing. "I may not be adorable but I'm fascinating."

Fillien instincts took her across the street to the building. She walked in and was met with different girls of different ages. Girls were walking out with dresses in hand or wearing out already. Fillien walked in further, giving warm smiles at anyone who walked by. Fillien wondered why she walked in here but then as she walked in farther she gasped. There was a big window that extended the length of a wall to her right. She looked in to see twelve girls, her age, dancing or stretching in the room. She smiled, seeing them cartwheel or sprint down the room and make a graceful jump in the air. Fillien smiled and was taken back to her days when she used to do this. She would add a few moves though. Fillien would add a bit of hip hop here and there and some samba. It came out weird to some people but her dad said it was unique.

There was a door behind her that opened and a woman came out from a room in ballet suite but with a jacket on. She had a big bag on her shoulder and a set of keys in her hand. She was going to use them to lock the door when another woman came from around the corner and said, "May, I need you here to help me sort out some dance sheets."

"Sure." The woman, May, had totally forgotten she was going to lock the door and she walked with the other girl out of the hall and down the corner. Fillien too this chance to go to the open door behind her and take a peek inside. It was a big room with one wall serving as a big mirror. Built to it was a wooden rod that stretched across the width of the wall. The floor was waxed spotless wood and there was one side of the room with cubbies to store bags. Fillien, on instinct began to take off her shoes, just like she always did back at the dance studio in Paris. She put down her bag and took off her jean jacket and then walked across the room. Fillien stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror, her hair was down and she had on her spaghetti sleeved white shirt with a skirt. She smiled, perfect clothing for dance. She got her IPod out and put it on shuffle. Once Upon a December began to play, and it was a really great song with the sound of mystery and festivity in it. To her, this was a thing she always remembered.

She didn't know she was dancing until she found herself going on her tip toes and trying to reach the ceiling over her. Fillien smiled and continued dancing around until she ended with leaning over one foot and the other out, parallel to the floor.

When the song ended, someone yelled, "Hey." Fillien went back to two feet and swerved to look at the person who yelled, May. "What are you doing in here?"

"Um, dancing?"

"I can see that but the dance school is for members only. You can't just go walking in here and start dancing."

But I did, Fillien thought. The French girl went around the room, rushing to get her things together. Fillien ran out past May and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I was just…so fascinated by this place."

"That's not new to hear." As Fillien walked past pay out the door, may looked at her curiously and asked her, "How old are you?"

Fillien stopped next to her. "Um, eighteen."

"Well, you can definitely sign up for classes, but I was going to say we're hiring here. If you want you can work here ate the Dance School."

As May shut the door and locked the room, Fillien thought about what she said. To work here would be amazing. She would probably get a desk job at first but eventually she can work up to be a dance instructor. But then there was Foot training, she couldn't two at a time. She would eventually have to though. The hideout in New York didn't have a cafeteria so they had to provide themselves for food. Fillien was running low, so a part time job would help her boost her income. "Can I take a job here?"

"Yeah, let me show you." May brought her to the front desk and pulled out from a drawer some papers in it. She hand me three stabled papers with what looked like a way to sign up on it. She told me, "Fill it out, and then bring it here. We'll call you if we want and interview."

Fillien grabbed the papers and smiled. She wrapped her hands around May and yelled, "Thank you so much." Fillien let go of May and stuffed the papers in her purse. "I get this in as soon as possible."

As Fillien ran out the building, May called out after her, "When you do come back just stay by the desk. Don't just go walking in like you know the place."

"Will do!" Fillien yelled back. When Fillien stood outside, she noticed that the night had finally set in. "Wow, time passes by real fast." Fillien walked across the street to the bus stop again. Fillien wanted to try and figure out here route again, but the new opportunity that just happened couldn't escape her mind. Fillien was so excited. She's always wanted to work for a dance school. When she came to join the Foot she that opportunity was slim to none. But with so much down time being her in the states, she might actually be able to go out and live normal life again/ Things were looking up for the French girl.

A.N: Things are going on in Japan…..oh….. Karai is on a mission. Meanwhile Fillien is looking ahead….but will it last? Oh, I just dropped the bomb on you oh no! And yes, April made a small appearance. And Fillien perhaps made a new friend. Once Upon A December was the song from the movie Anastasia, thought I would let you guys know. It's a good song and the movie is pretty well animated. I'm KikaKatTIOI, peace out!