Author's Note: Wooooooooow. I am so flattered at all the reviews the last few chapters got. You guys are the most uplifting part of my day, no joke.

Here's a few more chapters. Again, if you have anything you would like to see in particular, let me know! These shots have a direction, but it's vague. I can easily add something if you'd like.

Rating: K

Michelangelo rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously.

Opening Day.

It was true, Murakami's place had never been all that busy before. The gentle old man had kept the place running, but more out of love than profit. Heck, that was one of the reasons the turtles loved it so much there. It was usually quiet and seldom did they have to worry about running into other humans.

Still, Mikey wanted to do this place right. He wanted it so much it made his eyeballs hurt. No one had ever given him responsibility like Murakami-san had. That man didn't think he was too silly or too wild. He'd chosen him – Mikey! - out of all of his brothers to work in his restaurant and run it when he was gone. Mikey was determined to prove him right.

But here they were at opening day, nearly two hours after lunch hour had begun, and not a single customer had shown up to the noodle shop yet. Mikey stayed in the kitchen, of course. Mel tended to the bar up front. So far, nada.

He tried to keep his hopes up, but he felt like the clock was driving him crazy. Man, what if this was a total bust? Sure, Chinatown was pretty far away from the nicer parts of New York, and the threat of gang violence still kept a lot of people away, but Mikey was fervent in his desire to keep this place open.

If he had to wait... and wait... and wait...

He glanced at the clock. After 1 PM and no customers. Not even someone stopping by to check the time. A frown threatened to worm its way on to his features. He leaned against the stove in the kitchen, heart heavy. By the time 2 o'clock rolled around, he was almost ready to sit down and cry.

Ding Ding.

Mikey's head jerked up and he hurried to the swinging doors, eyes eagerly peeking through the windows. The front door of the restaurant opened – but it was only Ame.

Or so he thought.

Turning to face someone behind her, Ame gestured with a wide smile. Slowly, a pair of girls entered behind her – followed by others, all college-aged Asian girls and guys. Ame spoke rapidly in Japanese and gestured to the booths, and the group became more animated at the sight of the restored noodleshop, pointing out the decorations and taking the menus from the tables.

Ame grabbed Mel's hand and tugged her to the kitchen, and Mikey's heart jumped high into his throat. Even more people were milling in behind the first group.

"What – How did you make this happen?" exclaimed Mikey, his blue eyes lighting up.

Ame giggled. "These are some of the other Japanese students at the university!" she said with delight. "And I told them – if you miss good Japanese noodles, you must come to my favorite shop. I almost had to run to keep up with them!"

Mel squealed and jumped into Ame's arms. "You are the absolute best!"

"Seriously," Mikey hugged Ame tight. "We were starting to get worried."

The young Asian woman smiled and patted his shoulder. "Well, I knew as soon as I came today that you would not be getting much business," she said with a nod. When they both gave her bewildered stares, she pointed.

"You left the sign at 'Closed!'"

Mikey and Mel turned to look at each other. "Oh my god," Mel shoved a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. "Mikey, we're terrible at this!"

"We'll get better," he grinned. "Better go take those orders!"

"Yes sir, boss-man!" Melanie saluted, and then she bounced off, ready to fill the rest of their days with business and noodles.

And that was just what they did.