Master Splinter smiled at the zealous sounds of recreation coming from the living area. After obtaining permission to stay and acquaint herself with his sons, and a little story telling on the side, his sons and the female had headed towards the kitchen to sate her hunger.
His face held amusement the last hour listening to them spout off names and converse, at one point the young lady had entranced even he, as she told his sons of stories from her home, though she purposefully kept certain details vague.
Their conversations leapt from various topics as the afternoon turned to evening, he came out only to remind his sons that she needed to be on her way home home.
Her stomach hurt from so much giggling. Michelangelo was wild and silly with a childish enthusiasm that rivaled most seven year olds, she should know with all the babysitting, she immensely enjoyed his company and could easily keep up with his banter.
"You're a hoot, ya know that?" She lazily slung an arm around Mikey's neck, causing the lighter colored turtle's cheeks to split into a wide grin.
Splinter smiled at the scene before speaking on the young female's behalf.
"I believe it is time for our new friend to head home, it is well after dark." The laughing ceased, though the smiles remained until he mentioned her taking leave.
"But master Splinter, we haven't come up with a name yet!" Michelangelo pouted at his father.
"It's ok guys, just call me N'vea."
Donnie shook his head. "As nice of a name as that is, we want to give you one that only we use as your friends. It's more personal that way."
"That's sweet Don but..." Raph cut her off. "Besides, that name don't suit ya. Ya need a betta one, like...Mika.
"Mika? Like the monkey from Littlest Pet Shop?" Mikey laughed at her exclamation while Donnie tried to fix the "offense".
"Nonononononono, not Mika, more like..um..Manami."
To be honest, the first thing that came to her mind was Miami when he said that, but seeing him nervous as if they'd insulted her, she didn't really want to make him feel worse. All these Japanese names were going over her head.
"No way, how 'bout koneko!" Raph immediately smacked him.
"We're not namin' her kitten! She ain't a pet!" She laughed outright at that one, Honestly, She thought, Mikey's almost willing to say anything to get a laugh.
"You are correct Raphael, but I believe, Naomi, would be a much more suitable name. Don't you all agree?"
She smiled warmly as each turtle nodded after thinking it over.
"Naomi is wonderful Mr. Splinter. Just like my favorite bible character's mother in law's name." That comment got her a lot of curious and confused looks. "So...you didn't suggest the name of a biblical character on purpose?"
"No young one, I did not. Naomi is a Japanese name meaning "Straight, Honest, Beautiful self"."
Her mouth formed a soundless 'oh'. "Well...in Hebrew, Naomi means "Pleasantness", soo...win/win. I guess."
"Yes, it is." He stroked his beard a few times in thought before addressing his sons. "Michelangelo, would you please escort our guest home safely please?"
The other two burst into a flurry of action, each trying to convince their father that they should be the one to escort her instead.
"Sensei, I can find out where she lives with a simple search and can have her in and out in... "
"Why Mikey? He could mess it up, Fearless ain't here, just let me take her..."
Splinter held one hand in front of his sons, as soon as it was quiet the now dubbed Naomi spoke up.
"Raph knows where I live, if that makes it easier." Raph fought the urge to squirm as both his brothers gave him a dirty look, while master Splinter held a knowing smirk.
"Very well, Raphael will escort you home."
Naomi, seeing that it was all settled, gave everyone a quick hug and kiss to the cheek goodbye. Being tired she was technically running on autopilot, telling them goodnight as if they were her own family, and in a way she felt they already were becoming one. As she left through the entrance of the lair, she was oblivious to the dazed turtles she left behind.
As soon as Raph lifted the sewer lid, he hefted Naomi up and onto the pavement of the alley. He watched as she straightened her jacket cuffs, pulling them down passed pink tinged bandages. He stifled another growl as he smelled the dried blood, igniting unwanted memories.
"So, see you back at the apartment." Naomi went to turn out of the alley when Raph caught her arm.
"You nuts? It's dark out and we're in New York, you could get jumped. Here..." He quickly picked her up. "Hang on."
Naomi quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his lower half the best she could as he leapt to grab the edge of the fire escape. Feeling her soft chest, shapely legs against his plastron and neck near his beak was wrecking havoc, her scent alone was driving him crazy and sending him into a high at the same time. Landing on the roof top he changed positions from reversed piggyback to bridal style. Thankful yet regretful at the change in position, his brain winning over his body.
Naomi was somewhat thankful he started carrying her instead, she was afraid that if he kept jumping like that she might lose her grip, her arms stayed around his neck though.
She didn't know if it was the adrenaline or if she just didn't notice before but, Raph smelled good, like really good like...the woods outside her grandparents home during the summer in Kentucky. Hot, humid, musky with a hint of...grease?.
She nestled her nose in the crook of his neck and sighed happily, he smelled like...home, and she missed it so much.
Raph couldn't help the grin when he noticed her sniffing him. He couldn't help the unusual pride that rose in his chest at that.
A few more minutes and they were at her apartment. When he went to tell her though, he noticed she was nearly asleep. He watched as she shivered at the chilling wind that blew across her exposed flesh, from where her shirt had ridden up.
Raph turned slightly to block the wind so she wouldn't get cold as he continued to gaze upon her cutely blushed face. Asleep like this, she really was an angel. His own Tenshi.
Gently brushing his lips across her forehead he sighed heavily mixed with a churr, before opening the access door and heading down to her apartment.
Opening the door at the bottom of the stairs, he barely registered hearing a 'click' before all went to hell.