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Chapter 6

Oroku Saki

Entering the noisy bar, Shredder sent deadly vibes to Krang in his head. They had stuck up with the same pattern of kidnappings. Strangely enough, it fitted the schedule of a regular job. He would often kidnap her on weekdays avoiding Friday nights. And weekends were the small two days peace everyone needed to stay sane. Why change all of a sudden? Krang had argued that the element of surprise would be great but it still bothered him. Sure, he might sound like an old grandma, but he liked when things went as planned. And, of course, April wasn't at her apartment on a late Friday night.

He definitely wasn't eager to know what she was doing in a downtown club.

He hadn't even changed for the occasion, so when I burly-spiked man entered the bar, the few not too drunk people slowly walked away from his path. It didn't take him long to spot the chest-nut haired women walking in the toilets.

Perfect, he would corner her there.

Scaring the other customers, he went straight to the door and waited a few minutes because he didn't plan to kidnap her while she was doing what people do in toilets. When he entered, he found her putting on make-up.

"Miss O'Neil." He wanted to sound terrifying but he had to admit his voice faded out when he saw her fully.

Wearing a skimpy dress that revealed her impressive cleavage, her make-up was subtle. As if she knew that she didn't need a lot more to get the attention of whoever was actually looking at her. She was flamboyant.

Until she talked.

"Haha, Shredder! You're early! Today is Friday you dumbass!"

The fact she was struggling to stay straight of her feet indicated she was completely drunk.

"Well, from the looks of you, perhaps you needed me to come and kidnap you before you do something stupid." As he spoke, he came to her and tried to grip her wrists.

She fiercely fought him: "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I already said it, kidnapping you."

"No!"

The stupid struggle went on for what seemed like an eternity. Coping with a drunk April was actually worst than coping with the every day April. Her movements where unpredictable as even she didn't know what she was doing. Shredder also took into account that that skimpy dress of hers would probably reveal everything if he was to charge her on his shoulder like he used to do. He also feared she might throw up at any moment. God, why did Krang thought that his stupid plan of his absolutely needed to be on a Friday?

"Stop it and come with me already."

"No, today is Friday night! It's time out. You can't kidnap me now."

"Whoever said there was a time out?"

"I need to have fun sometimes okay? And Friday night is fun night."

"You can have all the fun you want in the Technodrome."

At those words, she gave her a strange look which quickly changed in something more … Sexy. What had he done?

"All the fun I want? Really Shredder?" Her posture changed as she went in what seemed like her flirty look.

"I don't know what you are implying but there's a TV down there." He felt like a child when the words rolled off his tongue. She obviously wasn't thinking of watching a stupid TV program. And there was nothing more to do there.

"Fun night is all about sex Shredder."

Well, at least she was direct. She looked at him from head to toe and he felt completely naked. In a haughty tone, she added: "So, let me be and come back tomorrow."

The smart fox went straight for the door after that, believing he would stay dumbstruck on the place. But he was a ninja, he was trained to be quick and swift. Slamming the door hard as she was opening it, he blocked her between his two arms. The girl wanted to play? Then he would play too.

"You know what? I might take on that offer."

She gave him a panicked look before she straightened up.

"Really? I'm sure you're acting tough but in reality, you won't take on the offer." She said with a smug smile.

"I'm the bad one here, April, don't forget it."

"Okay, then kiss me."

What the actual fuck? His surprised must be visible as she began to smile again.

"Didn't you say you were the bad one here? To me, it looks more like a bad boy than anything else."

He felt his blood boil from humiliation. How insufferable could she get?

"Okay, a kiss and we're gone."

"That's the deal, bad boy."

Obviously, drunk April seemed to have a lot of fun bullying him. He took his helmet off and realized how hot he had felt in it. Meanwhile, April didn't try to run away and he wondered if this wasn't the first time she wasn't trying to run away from him. At first, she had looked at him straight in the eyes, clearly saying that she wasn't afraid of him. But now that he had taken his helmet off, her gaze wondered a bit to fully look at the face she had never really seen.

He now didn't dare to move. She was so drunk she probably didn't realize what she was doing. Or that what he felt like because to him this was ridiculous. But he knew that if he dropped out now, he would never hear the end of it.

And suddenly, his thoughts were cut off by the feeling of delicate lips crushing on his. He had the feeling a tsunami had just crushed his mind as nothing could be processed anymore other than her soft lips on his and her smooth skin under his fingers. His hands had closed on her by their own will and now, he couldn't find a reason to stop. As he felt her hot and velvety tongue on his lips, one of his hands descended, feeling the soft curve of her stomach. For once, their tongues weren't used to fight another and instead seemed to dance fiercely together. The hand who stayed on her face began to feel her hair, enjoying it and discovering it was a lot softer than he thought. He then felt her hands come to life and slowly make their way from his hips to his torso, feeling him. His hand began to pull her hair, making her head turn to give him better access and fully enjoy their kiss.

And as suddenly as it had begun, the kiss ended by her pushing him away with those very hands that were feeling him a second ago.

"Give me a second."

This time, he was too stunned to react when she turned, opened the door and disappeared.

Nothing could describe what he was feeling. He had the impression his stomach had just flipped over and he felt as hot as ever. Most importantly he could still feel the ghost of her soft lips on his and her delicious scent.

And suddenly, it occurred to him. This wasn't good, this hadn't just been a kiss. It had turned him upside down and he knew that wasn't what normally happened. He didn't want to put any words on it even if he knew what it was. The knew only one thing, this wouldn't end well. It couldn't.

Looking back at his past, he remembered how bad things had turned because of this feeling. How it could turn to hatred in a matter of seconds. He walked to the mirror April used to put on her make-up and, looking straight at it, he saw what he had become. A mere shadow of what he was once, hopefully. The punch went without him thinking and he heard a cry as a woman opened the door at the same time. He first looked at the shattered mirror on the floor, then to the woman who hadn't moved yet.

He was surprised to see April.

"Didn't you run to your turtles?" He was quite pleased that his voice turned out like a slur. He had got back his senses.

"We had a deal. A kiss and we go." She told him flatly.

Walking over the debris of the mirror he picked up his helmet and put it back on.

"You know, you didn't have to break the mirror to look badass."

Was this flattery? He didn't mind as his mood was too bad to be lightened in any way.

"Let's go."

She came with him without adding anything else.

Slowly thing became foggy, he knew what had happened next. He had taken April back to the Technodrome, she slept like a log and next thing in the morning she didn't remember what had happened.

Sadly, he hadn't got the same treatment. He had remembered every little detail and was now painfully aware that she had gotten under his skin.

Even now he could smell her scent as if she was right next to him.

In fact, his acute senses told him that she really was next to him, there was no other way. Opening his eyes, he had time to see a silhouette hovering over him. What was happening?

He quickly grabbed the opponent and pinned him under him.

Of course, it was April.

"What are you doing?" After his dream, he wasn't in the mood to temper with her awkward behaviour.

"I should be the one asking you, what are you doing."

"Your little attempt at intimidation has failed, you were the one hovering over me at night. What were you doing?"

She didn't answer and looked away.

"What were you doing April?"

She looked back at him with that heroic look of hers. "You looked like you had a nightmare, so I was about to wake you up."

Unprepared for this, he shuffled back. That wasn't good and he knew it, rule number one was to never show the other something could unsettle you.

Getting back up on his feet -or putting as much space as possible between them without letting it be noticed- he added "I do not have nightmares, Miss O'Neil. If I dream I have nice dreams, like the last one where I was dining on turtle soup."

Strangely enough, she laughed at that. Wasn't the innuendo clear enough? He had just said he wanted to eat her best friends.

"What's so funny?"

Calming back a bit she answered him: "Come on Shredder, hearing you say that is like listening to a broken record. A funny one that is."

Saying nothing more he looked at the clock. It was five in the morning. Too early to get going. This was going to be a shitty day for sure.

He looked back at the shadow that was April, who seemed to be settling on the bed so he went back for the other bed. The one that wasn't a bed.

"Why were you awake at five in the morning?"

"Well, a duvet cover on the floor isn't what you can call comfortable."

"We can say it's the first time we agree on something."

Not bothering to add anything else he turned his back to her and tried to sleep. A few minutes went by before she spoke again.

"You know, it's ridiculous."

He should have known she would stop there. She never stopped. Sighing, he answered: "What is ridiculous miss O'Neil?"

"We already slept together. And you made it really clear that you didn't want anything more with me. So, there's no reason not to share the bed."

If he remembered clearly, he wasn't the one that had started this in the first place. But he was too tired and actually didn't want to speak about it again so he just answered: "I'm not sharing a bed with you because you are a little minx that tries everything she can to get what she wants."

"Are you implying that I'm going to force myself on you?"

It was too dark to see her face but Shredder could clearly hear her mocking tone.

"Forget it. We are not sharing. That's all I have to say."

Silence came and seemed to stretch on. The floor was definitely colder than the bed. And less comfortable. Shredder was already regretting the fact he hadn't kept the bed for him. He was a warrior, a ninja. He shouldn't be the one hiding under a duvet on the floor. His day hadn't begun yet and the damn woman had already reminded him of what he would only speak as an unfortunate event, then made fun of him and finally mocked him.

He had just made a decision, this would end today.

When he got up and April's shadow moved a bit, she knew something was up. And she definitely gave a cry when he took her in his arms.

"What are you doing?!"

"Just taking back what is mine."

He put her back on the floor, not really shoving her down but also not being gentle. He went back to the bed before she could get up.

"You know, you could have asked nicely."

"Shut up."

Silence. Again.

But this time she didn't speak again.

April O'Neil

A few hours later, April was up, preparing for her day. Putting on her yellow jumpsuit, trying to put her hair nicely and… she was done. Well, she would definitely not pass on TV today but still she wished she had some make up to brighten a bit her face.

Shredder disappeared in the bathroom to change. At least, he had some PJs.

Finally, being alone, she tried to calm down a bit. He had nearly caught her this morning. She had to be more careful. The day he had tied her up to the bed, she had managed to hide her Turtle Com behind the said bed. And since then, she had tried to call them every day with no success.

Their relationship had gotten to a strange point. Yesterday he looked nearly normal. And today the damn man looked like he was about to attend a funeral. Apart from their little conversation, he hadn't spoke to her yet. Not even a good morning.

The fuck was happening in his brain?

Shredder came out of the bathroom and didn't even glance at her.

"Let's go."

He was definitely a lunatic. She quickly followed him out of the room. Today, she had to think of a new place to hide the Turtle Com.

O O O

"Miss April?" whined Rocksteady.

"Yes, Rocksteady?"

"I don't like salad."

April tried to suppress her sigh as much as she could but she had a hard time coping with the two mutants. She tried her best to make something good to eat and to lift the mood.

In the beginning, everybody's mood had been more or less okay. If not for April and Shredder, the rest of the group was coping as if it was just any workday. But now that they had been stuck in space for two weeks, things had suddenly changed. Krang had stopped his pesky remarks and was repeating that he would soon find a way to get power back. Beebop and Rocksteady were getting more and more flustered with each passing day. Shredder looked like he wasn't angry with her anymore, even if today was an exception. All in all, they were losing hope.

Her grandpa had told her once that, on ships, the most important wasn't the navigator or the captain but the cook. Because, when men were cramped in a small space and didn't know when they would have the chance to get back home, food was the only joy left.

And that's why she tried to make the best dishes she could.

"Rocksteady, we can't eat meat and pasta every day. Variety is an important part of a healthy diet."

"I've been eating instant noodles for the past five years and my health is very good, look!"

Rocksteady began making poses to show off his muscles. Sadly for him, it also showed he was a little fat.

"Sorry to tell you that, but you're a little fat."

"What?!" exclaimed Rocksteady, sadness and shock were explicit on his face.

"Yeah, I already told ya Rocksteady, ya should have been more careful with those chocolates." Added Beebop, suddenly a lot more interested in the conversation than the salad. "Look April, I'm the one with a lot of muscles!" Beebop flexed his arm to show off his biceps and April had to admit he looked a lot more muscular than his friend.

"You look like you work out Beebop."

"Yeah, I work out every day! If ya want, ya can come with me." Beebop said with a big smile.

"Yes, perhaps one day. I could use a little work out session. You have someplace to work out?"

"Yeah, we have that room Shredder wanted. What was the name of it Rocksteady?"

Scratching his chin, Rocksteady answered thoughtfully: "I dunno. The mojo?"

"Nah, that was in yesterday's film, you dumbass."

"Are you speaking of a dojo?"

"Yeah, that's the name!" exclaimed Beebop.

"That's where Shredder used to train us in ninja things, you know? Ninja secret things."

April began chopping down the tomatoes, trying to look like she wasn't interested. When she did that, the two mutants would tell her anything to get back her attention.

"Yes, I see. I used to do judo when I was young. Must look similar."

"No!" they cried in unison.

"It's a lot more impressive than that!"

"Yeah, we'll show ya!"

Beebop and Rocksteady began doing … things. Nothing else could be said to describe what they were doing. The moved and tried to take a stance but nothing seemed to be thought over.

"Come over April, we'll show you how to do!"

"Boys, I have to finish the salad first."

"Ow, come on! Nobody cares for the damn salad." Beebop came and pull on her shoulder forcefully. A loud tearing sound was heard and when April understood what had cracked, she jumped away from the mutant.

"The fuck! You ripped my suit!"

Looking down at her clothes, she realized that it was worse than she feared. It wasn't the shoulder seam which had ripped open. It was the zipper seam, on the front. She now had a deep cleavage showing a lot more than she wanted.

And, of course, the two mutants were now looking at her like kids would watch some brand-new toys in a showcase.

"Don't you dare look at me!" April said, hiding her cleavage with her hands. She didn't take time to think, she did what seemed like the only good idea. She went straight to the door.

"Hey, April wait!" she heard them cry in unison. But really, she didn't want them to see her like this. And she wasn't about to go on with her cooking nearly naked.

She ran in the corridors, knowing perfectly where she was going. She had no other choice but to go to Shredder.

When she got to the control room, the door opened without any problems. Barging in, Shredder addressed to her in a very bored tone: "what is it again Krang?"

"I need you" was all April managed to say.

When he heard her, he immediately got up and turned to face her. And if she hadn't been half-naked in a spaceship lost in the middle of some distant dimension, she surely would have laughed at the face he made: mouth gaping and eyes as big as saucers.

"What happened?" he managed to say in a calm voice.

"Just that idiot of Rocksteady wanted to show me something and he ripped my jumpsuit by accident."

His eyes seemed to slightly close as he muttered: "Yeah right."

"Hey! Who do you think I am? I didn't do this on purpose!"

He passed her, obviously heading out, "I know, come with me."

Not asking anything more, she went after him. Her naked state was very troubling for her, but April didn't miss one thing: they were not heading to their room. They were heading somewhere else.

Even though he had offered her some clothes on the first day, she had turned him down, thinking they would get home soon. And she really regretted it. Also, as time went by she was more and more convinced they were not sleeping in his room. He always got out and brought back new clothes. Which meant they were now probably heading for his real room, aka the latest mystery April wanted to solve.

They walked for a few minutes until Shredder stopped and turned so quickly she bumped into him.

If he cared, he didn't show it as he simply stated: "Turn around and face the corridor."

She gave him a very fiery look, ready to open her mouth and state she would do as she please when he added: "Or you do that and get something to change, or you'll stay in those clothes for the rest of the trip".

She kept the fiery glare and turned around. She had her convictions, but she also wanted to keep her dignity. And for once, he imposing cleavage was working against her.

She heard the door open, what was probably drawers being opened and in less than a minute Shredder was back, pushing clothes in her arms and pushing her along the way.

"Hey! I need to change!"

"Yes, and for that, you'll go to the room."

"Why not that one?"

"Why not the other one?"

She pouted and gave him a puppy look, to no avail. "Okay, I'll go back to our room."

"I'm going back to the control room. See you later."

She looked at his back as he had already passed her and was walking down the corridor. Today he seemed very strange. Normally, they played together, fought together. But today he looked like he didn't want to answer back.

A slight chill made her aware of her current state. She had to change now. She gave him a last glance and went back to their room.

As soon as she got in the room, she put on her new clothes. A simple t-shirt, some sport pants and a very plain sweater. All black. Hopefully, Shredder was well built which meant his t-shirt was big enough for her boobs. What would she have done if the damn things were too small for her to put them on?

In the end, the strangest thing was the smell. All the clothes had that strange herbal scent she used to smell in Japanese restaurants when they brought the small towels to wash the hands.

So now, she had the feeling he was everywhere she was.

It actually made her remember all the time he had creeped on her, suddenly sizing her from behind.

Looking back at it, the act seemed a lot more suggestive than she had ever thought off.

Shaking her head to forget about those nasty thoughts, she headed back to the kitchen.

Oroku Saki

Sighing, Shredder laid back on his chair, sighing heavily. They had been lost in dimension X for about two weeks now. And today April came back with her suit zipper broken. He was having a hard time believing it was an accident. Back when he was in Japan, he had lived in a clan and he had developed a skill to feel when people were about to go crazy. Up until now, they had lived it nicely but it would soon turn nasty. He could swear it.

Knock, knock, knock.

Turning around on his chair he saw April leaning on the door frame. Seeing her in his clothing made his heart skip a beat. He hadn't thought about it but he'd never pictured her wearing his clothes unless in some of his late-night fantasies where April and he would end up in the same bed, far away from Krang or the Turtles.

"April to Shredder, April to Shredder, do you receive?"

If only the real April wasn't as annoying.

"Why are you here miss O'Neil?"

"You didn't come to eat. I was wondering if you were .. hungry".

She had stopped her sentence for a second, which meant she didn't tell him the truth. She was hiding something again, probably.

"I'm not hungry today."

This was actually a lie. Looking at the clock he realized it was already 1 pm, he was so focused in his mathematics he had missed lunch.

"You know, after waiting for you for an hour, I figured it out."

"So why are you here then?"

She seemed taken aback by his sentence. She turned around and disappeared from his view for a few seconds before she came back with a plate.

"I brought you some food back."

She came up to him and put the tray next to his papers. Looking down at the salad, he felt glad she hadn't left Bebop and Rocksteady eat his part.

"You know, Bebop and Rocksteady wanted to eat it. But I didn't let them do it."

Well, at least she could be a pain in the ass for others too. Looking at her, he met her stare. She was stranger than usual. She seemed to be scrutinizing him for something. The reflexion he had just before her arrival came back. Things were definitely taking a bad turn.

"Hmmm, how is the mathematics going?"

He looked at his computer's monitors which were displaying a lot of different variables. The stack of filled paper next to him had grown considerably. The place was far away from it's usual neat state.

"It's going."

She seemed disappointed in the answer. He could see it on her face.

"Does it mean you still haven't found a way back?"

"April, if I had found a way back, we would be back."

"But you have some clue on how to get back right?"

"Of course! You don't have faith in me miss O'Neil?"

She gave him what was probably her most genuine look "I know that if someone can get you out of her, it's you."

He didn't know how to answer. For once, she wasn't giving him the impression she was trying to get something from him. Her hand came to his shoulder, giving him a squeeze.

"I may not always look like it but I have respect for you. I know you can do it."

She was still looking at him with her big brown eyes when he raised his hand to lay it on top of hers.

"I'm glad to know it."

He had no idea of what was happening. But somehow, he let go of her, and she went back to the door.

"If ever you want something special to eat, tell me. I'll make it."

"As long as it is eatable I'll manage."

She smiled while he smirked at her.

When the door shut down, his face went back to the blank face he had for the entire day. That morning, when he thought today would be a shitty day he had been right. Turning back to his computer, he sighed deeply. He had done all the calculus he knew of, searched all the possible ways they had and the answer was quite clear. They didn't have the means to go back to NY. Those damn Turtles had been way too good on this one, they were stuck here.