TMNT

Mutant Kunoichi

A girl from our world is somehow transported to the TMNT world, where she is subjected to becoming a mutant not in body, but in spirit. Protected by the turtles, and hunted by Foot Clan, will she find protection or even love?

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Revelations

The sky was a cloudy sort of grey above me, as I sat under the cover of the roof's shelter. I had finished lunch, and now was just sitting there quietly with Hato and Karasu. I thought back to how the day had gone.

Homeroom had been fine – Keno had come and talked to me, and we'd talked pretty much throughout the remainder of the class. Then, he'd walked with me to English, and we were studying Shakespeare, which was fine. Then, I'd had art class with Mary, who was getting to be sort of a friend, followed by three classes with Danny. The funniest part (for him) had been in maths (math?), when the teacher had written a whole lot of algebra formulas on the board and, before I could stop myself, I'd said: "Oh no, I think I'm in the wrong class – this is science, isn't it?"

It turns out Danny actually knows a thing or two about algebra, which is more than can be said for yours truly.

I had a double period of music after lunch, and I wasn't sure if I was looking forward to it or not.

I was sitting there, contemplating this, when a mutant turtle with a purple mask landed on the rooftop beside me.

I jumped slightly. "Donnie!" I scolded lightly.

"Sorry," He sat down next to me, and Karasu perched on the back of his shell. "Where's Keno?"

"Detention," I said, smiling a little. "I'm not entirely sure of the details, though. Danny's in there, too." I added, as an afterthought.

"Ah." Donatello looked thoughtful. "Anyway, Em, I thought you'd want to know some more about what was in that vial you gave me."

I grabbed his arm suddenly. "Do tell!" I exclaimed, interested.

Don glanced down at my hands holding his arm, and seemed to blush a little bit. "Well, for starters, you were right – it did contain mutagen. I did a test on it and compared it to some samples I took from our own canister from TGRI. They're virtually identical."

"What does that mean for me?" I asked, scared suddenly.

"I'm not sure," Don replied seriously. "This is the first time something like this has ever happened, and I'm doing everything I can to figure out what may happen to you."

"Yeah, but it's mutagen, as in 'a substance that mutates'," I replied, just as seriously. I could only think of those people from Static Shock. "What if I turn into a blob or something?"

"You're not gonna turn into a blob." Donnie reassured me.

"How do you know?" I asked, and then I had an idea. I stood up quickly. "I just thought of something! But, I'll need Keno's help! Bye, Donnie!" I was off and running – literally.

I almost ran into Keno on the stairs. "There you are!" I exclaimed, grabbing his arm and nearly dragging him in the direction I wanted him to go. "Come on mate, I need your help!"

Keno and I peered through the microscope at the slide containing my blood.

"Is that normal?" I wanted to know.

Keno shrugged. "We're about to find out." He handed me the slide with his blood on it.

"Hurry up, you two," Danny called from the doorway, where he was looking out for any teachers. "Why are you even doing this, anyway?"

"I thought you were a rule breaker, Danny Pemberton!" I snapped, and examined the slide with Keno's blood. "It's the same as mine." I stated.

"Make you feel better?" Keno smiled.

"Not really." I replied.

Mary and I walked into music class together.

"I play the violin." She told me, as we arrived at the classroom to find that we were the first ones there. "Oh, and the flute and clarinet, but violin's my main." Mary had a shyer way of speaking than I did but, at the same time, you could tell she'd let you know if she was annoyed. She just got picked on because of her brains and her glasses. And, I had a sneaking suspicion I knew who her Aunt Irma was…

"Lucky you!" I said, almost enviously. "I've always wanted to play those sorts of instruments." The kinds that make you think of a café in Paris…

"Do you have an instrument?" Mary wanted to know, as we sat down and took out our music books.

I nodded. "Piano, and…I've been told I can sing…" I finished awkwardly.

"Me too," Mary smiled. "We should perform together sometime."

More people started to trickle into the class just then, including Danny and Keno whom I waved over.

They came and sat down, and then our teacher, a beautiful French lady named Madam Clevell called the class to order.

She began talking about the school's music festival, and I'm sorry to say that I tuned out. I knew I should pay attention and all, but it had been such a long day and I was kinda tired – I wasn't used to going to school, after all.

"…I hope you will all do well." Madam Clevell was saying.

"Huh?" I whispered, and then turned to Keno. "What did she say?"

"I dunno, I wasn't listening…" Keno admitted.

"Danny?" I leaned around Keno, to find that Danny had acquired another MP3 Player from…somewhere. I gave him a Look, before turning back to Mary, who was taking notes. "Mary, what was she saying?" I asked quietly.

"Our music class is performing in the music festival next month." Mary replied. "It's the annual Spring Into Spring Festival. We do one thing a month, here, usually. This month it's the Valentine's Day Dance next week."

I felt the colour drain from my face. "Dance?" I whispered.

"…in groups of up to four people," The teacher was saying. "These classes will be used in preparation, my students, so please do your best."

I was still focused on what Mary had been saying. Valentine's Day? Valentine's Day Dance?

What on earth had I gotten myself into! ?