Chapter 1: Return of a sister

It was a mildly warm spring night in New York City, as normal things was busy as ever. *Man, one of these days, one of those carzy drivers are going to hit me.* Keno, an seventeen - year - old boy with shoulder lenght black hair and dark brown eyes thought as he dodged a car on the streets but turned off into an alleyway, then garbing two pizzas as well as stuffing some mail he got into his pockets he lifted a manhole then after slipping in closed it over his head.

Keno carefully climbed down the sewer ladder then began to work his way until he came to what reslembled an forgotten train station and there he saw four famlair figures, four turtles the size of a teenager was hanging around.

One with a red bandanage and sais was Raphael, another with a dark blue bandanage and kanatas strapped to his shell was Leonardo; both was talking or aguring, Keno couldn't really tell which. Another with a purple bandanage and a bo was Donantello, he was working with some chemicals while the youngest of the four, with a ornage bandanage and some nun chucks was Michelangelo who was wacthing his older brother and helping out alittle.

"Hey guys. Got some pies here for ya." Keno called to the four as he walked down the stairs, pizzas in hand. "Dude, exclence timing!" Mickey said as the relieved Keno of the pizzas, Keno laughed softly as he wacthed the four brothers, turtles or not, they loved pizza more then anyone he knew. But then as he put his hands in his pocket his right touched a letter he nearly forgot about. It read:

Dear Keno

I know it has been almost ten years since

I last seen you and since you seen your

little sister Nastu but I am sending your

sister to you and your father. She has

been exposed to the life of Los Angles

too long I fear but I think having her

father and brother will straight her out

as well as help.

Your father and I have already agreed

but it was decieded I should mail you

so you know what is going on, I hope

you can help your sister and that the

two of you will get along well and be

the brother and sister you was meant

to be.

Your sister will arrive at the airport

on flight 510 at 1:00pm your time

on Thursday. Be there. Until we

talk again take care.

Sincerely

Your mother

Keno nearly dropped the letter as shock and disblief ran though his mind and across his face. "Hey Keno, something wrong?" Leonardo asked Keno seeing his expression. "She's coming home." Keno muttered. The four teenage turtles exchanged looks on surprise and confusion. "She?" Raphael asked, Keno nodded. "My sister, Nastu." Everyone looked surprised.

"Dude, you never told us that you had a sister." Michelangelo said but Keno then stiffen, his expression dark and dangerous. "I know and I warning you all, if you even look at her the wrong way you're dead. Got it?" Keno said darkly his face showing he wasn't kidding, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo looked at him in surprise, never since he came to know them had Keno thearten them or look so serious, so worried.

"Sure. But how come you never told us about her before?" Leo asked. Keno's stern face softened into a regretful one. "She was took away when she was six by my mother, after she and my dad got divorced. My mother blocked almost all contact between us for years, I never seen my sister in person since mom took her to L.A." The turtles flinched slightly, Keno almost never talked about his family.

From what they knew, Keno's mother and father started to have problems not long after Keno's sister was born, her mother had few talents at raising childern and their father couldn't raise, support them and their mother alone at the same time. Keno's mother tried to teach her daughter 'the old ways' but it was ovbious Nastu idolized her father and brother, prefering to play fight with her friends then to learn to sew. Her mother agured with her father, and agured, and agured until finally they broke apart, Keno's mother took Nastu while Keno's father kept him.

"She doesn't remember dad much because mom never let her talk to him more then a few seconds. She was six when she left, she just about to turn sixteen in a month or so." Keno said his voice cracking slightly. "Hey bubby don't worry about it. Look me and the guys will help ya wacth after her." Michelangelo said.

"I thought you guys don't want your cover blown." Keno said in surprise. "Mickey didn't said she had to see us." Leo ponited out, Keno smiled some. "Thanks guys." He said. "No problem, now let eat!" Mickey said with a grin.

Two days later at 1:01pm

Keno looked around the airport axiously as he heard about flight 510 landing, his sister's plane. *Oh please let her be here.* He thought as he looked around with his father. Suddenly his father tapped him on the shoulder and ponited to someone.

Keno saw a young woman who could pass for his twin. She looked like him, same skin tone, same build, only her hair reached to her upper back and her eyes was dark blue, midnight blue. She wore a baggy green shirt, woren and faded jeans as well dirt sneakers, she also wore a tinket loosely on her thin wrist. Keno's eyes widened and he smiled some seeing the tinket was a braclet, a braclet he gave her before her mother took them.

But his smile faded seeing the dark, cold and indifferent look on his sister's face seeing him, he could tell like him that she knew right off who he was but she didn't seem all that thrilled to see him. After a few moments of staring at his younger sibling, at a nudge in the back from his father, Keno broke the ice.

"Hey Nastu, it is good to see you again." He said smiling and holding his hand out, Nastu looked at his hand then stepped around him. "Whatever." She muttered as she went to get her lungage. "Give her time Keno, after all she is probaly just alittle nervous about seeing us after so long. And there is no telling what her mother filled her head with." Keno's father said gently seeing the look on his son's face.

Keno nodded but he looked at the young woman that was his sister, and remembered the little girl he once knew, radaint, tough, brave but gentle. *Sis, what happened?* He thought as he wacthed her wondering what changed the little girl he once knew.