Thank you to everyone's whose reviewed, favorited, followed anything. I hope you'll give me your opinions on this chapter in particular because it will help me decide how I'm going to continue in writing this particular fic.

A big shout out to Gia's Soul and her fabulous fic A Ninja's Dance, the fic that really hooked me back wanting to write in this universe and then the author who convinced me to publish it. Not to mention, both the fic and the author are completely fab. Seriously, don't believe me? Go read for yourself it's great.

Another shout out to aloggedinreader and the 46 series. The authoress I beta for and the awesome universe she created (and I helped with!) Seriously it's so much fun, lots of laughs and happy ends. Seriously great authoress to check out if you're ever feeling down because general happy feels.

Have a super magical extra long chapter.

Question, do you like chapters better like this with lots of detail and thoughts going on or better like the general style of this story where it's more direct and simplified?

Kitty pulled her coal colored trench coat a little tighter around her shoulders. The wind tickled the skin of her neck and most especially her now rose hued cheeks. It was cold that night, but she was almost home. It was almost a shame, she hadn't been able to stop at the park since her little gusts had first made themselves at home. She wasn't complaining though, they were precious. If she had to go back and do it again, she would have tried to find them sooner, the poor things. Four little children, lost, alone and wanting nothing, but to find their master. Her only hope was that the faith they all seem to have in this sensei of theirs isn't misplaced. Then again, they had survived alone for nearly two weeks, why couldn't he?

One last turn revealed an old red bricked building about five stories high. She makes it through the front doors with a sigh of relief. She wasn't genetically made for this weather. This cold air always seemed to chill her right to the bones. It was night so Kitty opted for the back set of stairs that were closer to her room, slipping off her shoes to keep any clacking noises to a minimum. It was nearly half passed two, in the morning. No reason to wake those who weren't up and no reason those who were needed to know her business. She'd actually taken these stars more often recently. They were old and creaked; the carpeting that was meant to keep the noise down was mostly in shreds or so worn that it gave hardly any barrier at all. However, the advantage of only having to walk passed two apartments when you were housing possibly illegal... mutant... children was way too promising to give up. It's just easier to forgo the nicer show steps near the entrance.

Carefully selecting her apartment key on the chain in her best impersonation of a ninja, she tiptoed into the apartment. There was no reason to wake up the little ones either. Kitty hung up her coat and pulled her cellphone and wallet from the pockets. Her wallet went with her keys into the gaudy rainbow ceramic bowl Maya had painted for her in her at preschool. Something to do with special paper that was lain on top of the bowls at they were fired. Kitty wasn't completely certain herself how it worked, just that their mother Connie had the one Serena made.

Carefully placing her strappies by the door -she could put them away later- Kitty slowly crept into her room with just her cellphone to be put in the charger. Mikey was already curled up in a ball at the base of her bed. Hardly surprising. Somehow the girl just knew he was going to be attached to her arm or her hip come morning. It was a wonder how he slept so comfortably on his side with that shell. She grabbed a stray tee shirt from the top of her dresser and slipped it on, pulling off her night ware underneath it. The last thing a child that young needed was to catch an eye full.

With a shake of her hair she moved into the bathroom to undergo the tedious process of getting off the smudges of color packed onto her face. As thankful as the girl was for Luther, their makeup and hair artist -because lets be real, she'd never be able to get herself to look the way he does. It was a real pain to get the dried globs of crud off her face. She was so tired she was almost ready to say, screw it and deal tomorrow, but she'd already been scolded once that week for the extra bumps on her face resulting from the powdery nuisance building up on her pores.

"Girls with lumps on their faces are not attractive girls Kitty," her mind-Luther reminded her with a mental cleaning cloth whap to the face, "Now if I could just convince Sugar too-"

Kitty bit back a groan of her previous lecture and went through the process of first wiping off her face dry, repeating with her oil cloth to get the actual gunk off and then finishing off with a through scrubbing with her face bar. Getting that done, she just tied up her hair. That was going to damn well wait til morning.

Two fifty two and she was finally crawling underneath the warm and inviting sheets like they were an old lovers arms. Comfortable, safe and warm. She would have normally let out a sigh in contentment at this point to revel in the joy that comes from tangible contentment, but a turtle who was more asleep than not, was making his way across the comforter to curl up at her side. Kitty smiled, she did that a lot around these four. Something about them just warmed her belly and filled her with the maternal feelings she normally reserved for her nieces.

Kitty carefully pulled the comforter from under Michelangelo to instead cover him with it. The girl had to bite back a squeal at his sleepy sigh. He was so cute. Kitty closed her eyes, a soft whisper of bliss slipped from her lips in a sigh and she was finally able to drif-

'Riiiiiiiiing!'

"Dios joder!" Kitty swore jumping up from her place in bed. Why was her cellphone on the loudest setting? Oh wait... club music. Right. Michelangelo sat up next to her, his little hand rubbing those big sleepy eyes, "Go back to sleep pequeño."

Why did they have to call now?

"Ho- I mean, hello."

"H-hi N-nora," a girlish voice said between what sounded like breathy sobs.

"Serena?!"

"Y-yeah..."

"Baby girl you okay?" Kitty asked, suddenly feeling a rush of alertness.

"Mommy... yelled at us again."

"Ree!" Kitty exclaimed in an urgent whisper, "Why didn't you call me? Is she yelling at you now?!"

"No... it was earlier. I just... had a nightmare."

"Is your sister alright?"

"Yea... she's sleeping."

"Wanna-" Kitty gave out a loud yawn, "Um, do ya wanna talk about it?"

"Moma said she didn't want me and made me go live with dada, then Maya went to go live with her dada too. Then I never got to see her or you or moma again."

Kitty sighed and let herself lay back down, phone still in hand, "Ree, you know I'd never let that happen."

"I know."

A slow, loud creaking noise sounded, Kitty glanced over with half lidded eyes to see a little turtle wrapped in a blanket. Well it wasn't Michelangelo; he was already tuckered away again with his head on her stomach and his elbow digging into her ribcage right underneath her breasts, "Are you alright Rena?"

There was a pause for a moment.

"Yeah..."

Kitty carefully moved said elbow and tucked his arm over his stomach.

"I heard a noise," the voice Kitty used to identify the turtle ghost as a Donatello.

"It was just the phone," Kitty whispered to him, covering up the receiver, "I love you Ree."

"I love you too Nora."

"Can I sleep in here?" Donnie asked between conversation, hiding further under the blanket.

The adult in the room just nodded, her eyes barely open at this point.

"You gonna be able to sleep now Ree?"

"Y-yeah... I think so."

"That's good," Kitty said with another yawn as she stretched back to get comfortable as Donnie curled on her other side, "Goodnight sweet girl."

"Goodnight Nora."

Another pause.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Mmmm," Kitty mumbled out a general sound of agreement, her consciousness barely registered in the land of the living any longer. The rainbow unicorns told her it would all be okay.