Onto learning about how Yami and Raph met and really excited to see where my mind is taking me hope not too far into the insanity of my mind for I may not be able to return….

Authors Note: Still don't own TMNT but still dreaming of Raph…

Chapter 2

The Meeting

Present Time

Yami closed her eyes and squeezed Raph's hand. "You could say our official meeting was almost serendipity or fate getting sick of trying to get us to meet, but I can say I don't think I would change anything. Well, except for the shooting. His brothers made a face.

5 years before: Yami's POV

I had gotten a job at a local shelter so I could be helpful. I took the incentive to really do something with my life, besides living on the streets, after being saved by New York's finest team of ninjas.

After the others had left one had stayed behind and told me something, while he stood in the shadows. "Ya really should think abou' yar life, we canna always der ta save ya. I know I shouldn' judge, bu' really ya don' look like someone outta options. Dis is like the 8th time we have had ta save ya dis year. I fear one day we won' be der, so find a way ta get off da streets an' finally do dat nursing degree I've heard ya tell others ya wanna do. Da world would be lost if people like ya were gone from it. No one dat caring an' compassionate should be gone." He took off before I could say anything, but I decided to take his words to heart and get started with my life. I was too young to get into nursing since she was only 14, but I found a way to be helpful to the community by helping out with a local shelter. For trade they helped get me into an alternative school without forcing me into a foster home, since I was notorious for running away from them.

Three months in and it had been going great. I had learned a lot about the shelters in the area and about myself. I found that I was really good making coding for video games and also I was really good at designing and sewing clothing. My dream about becoming a nurse was slowly being replaced by wanting to design games and fashion. I felt really bad because I thought my savior would be disappointed with my change of mind. Carol, the director of the shelter, showed me later that I could still be helpful doing what I found that I enjoyed. She showed me that I could make clothing and sell them at craft fairs and donate a portion to the shelter or where ever I wanted to and it would give them a chance to get much needed supplies. Being shown that excited me to the point that if I wasn't working on schoolwork, I was designing and sewing clothing. My designing games would take longer due to my inability to design characters (but that's where a certain hothead comes into play).

After a successful day selling some outfits at the craft fair that I started looking for my savior and inspiration.

After nearly a full year had gone by since seeing him in the shadows and getting my pep talk, I was going to give up. Until one day, 2 weeks before Halloween (and my birthday), at the shelter some idiots from the Purple Dragons showed up and started saying that we had to pay protection fees or suffer the consequences. The shelter didn't have a lot of money and while the children were screaming and crying, one guy grabbed a young mother and said if we weren't going to pay that he was going to take dues out of her. Out of bravery (or stupidity as Carol put it) I ran up and shoved her out of his grasp and tried to beat him up. Even with all my training I had living on the streets, guns always gave me a problem and unfortunately they had plenty on them with it being 10 – 1 and all of them packing.

As I heard the first gun cock to my right, I spin to have a gun aimed right directly at eye level. I only had time to shut my eyes as the gun fired. I dropped to the floor from the pain in my right arm and started to wonder how the guy missed my head at point blank range, until I looked and saw my rescuer. I wasn't really surprised by his looks. Being rescued by him 8 times the year prior gave me a chance to get use to his looks and really enjoy them. Now that I saw him the pain in my arm came back to me and reminded me to check the damage. To my surprise it was a clean shot through my bicep. While he fought the morons, the girl I helped started wrapping my arm to stop the bleeding.

I watched in amazement, at his lethal dance he did with said dumbasses until one got impatient and decided he had enough and pulled a gun on the turtle. Everyone tried to yell a warning, but he didn't have time to react. The man shot twice, hitting his make both times, once in the left leg and once in the right arm. The forest green turtle landed on the floor with a blood-curdling scream. The ass spoke in a harsh tone, "This will teach your meddlesome brothers what happens when you mess with the Purple Dragons."

He prepared to do a headshot but was stopped by two shots being fired at him and him dropping like a dead weight. His friends booked when they saw the cold hard look I was giving them along with one of their guns smoking in my hand. None of them wanted to risk getting killed by me.

People started to move quickly to check on the turtle and the woman who bandaged my arm was trying, without success, to get me to let go of the gun. I was convinced that if I let go they would come back and finish him off. Carol came up behind me and slowly hugged me. She spoke slowly to me, "Its ok, honeys. They're gone and not coming back. Let go and let's get you, him and anyone else that may be hurt checked and then get him hidden before the cops show. I really don't think they would understand that he is not a threat."

My grip loosens and I let her take the gun. As she did that, I got up and ran towards the injured turtle. He was trying to fight off the three people who were trying to check his injuries and was doing a pretty good job at showing that even injured, he was still extremely strong. I slid behind the agitated turtle and gently wrapped my arms around his neck and soothingly spoke nonsense words to him, but I also said one thing to him that stopped his struggle, "You asked me a year ago to get off the streets and do some good so let me do some good and help you. If we don't get you stitched up your gonna to bleed to death and I don't know what the world would do without you in it."

Present Time: Yami's POV

I closed my eyes and try not to cry while thinking about it. Raph startles his brother's again by hugging me from behind and nuzzling my neck for comfort. He is slowly falling asleep on me. "It took a week for him to heal. You know the week he told you, when he got back, that the reason he was missing was he was getting sick of everything and decided to go out on his own but it didn't work out. Then he got grounded for a month."

Shock went across all of their faces, even Splinter's because he didn't know that part. Raph grumbled sleepily that he deserved the punishment due to the fact that he didn't call when he first woke up.

I roll my eyes, "Oh yeah. Someone on a Vicoden high is soooo going to be able to remember to make a call." Laughter filled the room as his brother's laugh and the stress seems to leave the room. Raph mumbled something and then slowly fell asleep, cuddling into my shoulder.

Yami will be revealing more as each chapter goes on. This already looks as if it's going to be a long one. What do you think so far?

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