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Chapter Eight: Questions and Bullets

"I shot the messenger." Yuki drifted her eyes to the blood on the floor, with a scowl, she kneeled down to inspect the body, pulling at the pockets in search for any means of identification.

"You shot the messenger? Is that all you can say? Yuki you killed someone in cold blood, a child nonetheless and you-"

"It's fine." she murmured to Leo as he looked her over in disbelief.

"Fine? You think this is fine? What do you think it's okay to just kill someone? He has a family and look-" She stood up, face irate and faced the blue turtle. He paused mid sentence and waited for her to speak.

"Get your nose out of my business, who I kill or who I protect is of none of your concern." she kicked the corpse roughly as Leo began to charge at her, only to be held back by Raph and Mikey.

"And you still have nerve to defile, you, I used to think better of you, now I see I was wrong."

"Well boo hoo, kid's not even human."

"We're not human, would you do the same to us?" Yuki paused as she held Leo's unforgiving gaze. "Don't make me answer that." She seethed thenpointed to the corpse as the guys followed her line of sight.

"Check it out." she shrugged over the now dissolving body. It shriveled before it began to erode into a fine white dust, leaving only a faint outline of the body. They gaped at the scene while Yuki threw her hands up and made her way out've the lair, dragging the wooden crate with her. Raph, noticing the girl's leave, released his brother and ran after her despite the older's calls.

"Damn it Raph!" Leo readied a sprint only to be stopped by the gentle hand of his master. He looked at him questioning and was answered with a short head shake. Leo slumped in defeat.

Yuki pulled herself up to the roof tops and threw the heavy crate over. She sat on it admiring the stars. Raph padded up to her, dropping down the the oversized crate's side.

"What do you want?" she asked coldly.

"Nothin'." she bit her lip.

"You shouldn't have followed me, I'm dangerous."

"So am I."

"Just go home." he blew at the air and fanned himself.

"Ye ouch, rejection." she smiled and he looked up to her.

"You had a reason right?"

"Hm?"

"For shootin' the kid." she let out a frustrated sigh.

"And that German dude, what sup' with him?"

"If I told you, you'd think I'm insane."

"I'm crazy too! Shell, I'm a talkin' turtle."

"Right." she rolled her eyes before inhaling deeply.

"They were-They are," she corrected herself. "An army fraction, at least from what I know. Dispatched sometime around WWII when the American soldiers stormed the French coast, a lone German colonel in charge of a few hundred men rounded them up and left their comrades for the slaughter while they went into hiding in parts of Europe."

"So they're like Nazis?" she nodded, before swallowing hard.

"That's right, but they don't follow Adolf Hitler's dream, no, it's far from that. Right now it's unclear what they want but it's certainly not the perfect race."

"Oh. How do ya know all this anyway?" She turned to him and smiled sadly, they were surrounded.

"That's a secret, but-" she looked up eyes wide.

"What's sa'matter?" he asked. The girl froze, her blue eyes starring in disbelief. A figure clad in black stood a face from her, a desert eagle in hand. His crimson eyes stared back at her sapphire ones; she stood, shaking her head in desperation. Her hands inched towards him.

'It can't be.' she thought. She reached again, her pale hand cupping his cheek. He leaned into it, as he brought his free hand over hers. Something shifted, causing the three to look towards the sound. The silver haired man brought his firearm over the girl and shot at what appeared to be plain air. Yuki shuffled back, feeling something push between her and the man, he simply scoffed, before firing another round. Infront of her, a ninja of sorts materialized and was thrown to the side, for a fleeting moment, everything was still, until something slammed into her chest.

Chapter Eight: Questions and Bullets

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