I own my OCs, not Yoshi, the Turtles, or O'Neils.

Rin brought back pizza and breadsticks for Rat-Yoshi and the turtles the next night. She still had not decided whether or not to take the offer of counseling from her friend. While Yoshi found his mouth glad for the food, his ears were not thanking him for inviting Rin to return with food. He nearly sighed as he listened on …

"The problem is that just about everything I have to say to somebody about my past could get them tortured and killed."

He finished chewing his bite of extra-cheese pizza and replied, "Perhaps you should have never become an assassin in the first place ..."

Rin gave him a side eye and a scowl. "Says the ninja."

Yoshi's head snapped around and he glared at her in return. "My family was honorable."

"Your family and the Foot Clan fighting made for the greatest mass slaughters outside of wartime on a 'national' scale our country has seen in the modern age."

"And what does the number of your murders come up to in comparison if our country was aware all of them were yours?"

Rin shrugged. She looked away and lifted a piece of pizza to her mouth. "Not all my kills were in Japan. A lot of them were outside the country. Outside of ninja clan feuds, there wasn't a lot of business for assassination in peaceful Japan."

Yoshi glared at her. Then he raised another pizza slice to his nose and sniffed it to remind himself why he still talked to her. He was fascinated by this new food. He loved cheese. This pizza had two layers.

A tug on his kimono made him look down. Michelangelo was looking up at him with an open-mouthed grin. He smiled and lowered the sliced in for the youngster to take a bite. After a while of his lowering and Michelangelo keeping his mouth open, he growled lightly. "Bite and chew, young one." With a slight sigh, the turtle did. The three others were still "nomming" on their own large slices to his left.

Rin was grinning at them all now. "You are good with them."

"Indeed." He looked back up at her. His ears went back. "And you are easily distracted for a great warrior."

She paused and thought about that for a moment. "When I'm not on a job, I am."

"And why is that do you think?"

"Because I'm pretending to be someone else to stay alive and that takes a lot of concentration."

The rat raised his eyebrows. "It sounds exhausting."

Her brow furrowed. "It … is."

God Bless

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