Hello again! Sorry about the wait, school has been just heavy with the workload. Before we begin, I'd like to thank KatrinaSebastian for the review, I like to hear what readers think. Also the next chapter is going to be a short one for filler reasons, more like a side chapter. Just giving you a heads up.
Oh yeah, some scientific things like composition of metals and other stuff is going to be made up. Not being lazy, just saving time for other projects.
Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT series but I have made the OC's. I don't like to say 'own' because I feel like a creepy master…
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She woke up to the sound of heavy snoring. Iori rubbed her eyes and lazily stretched; she could have sworn she was the only one in the room. She peeked out of her hammock, and saw an enormous shell facing her way under some covers. "Liar." She whispered. Raphael stirred in his sleep, and Iori examined each curve and patch of his shell, letting the shapes and structure of each ridge sink into her brain. She found it strange that these "turtles" had their shells so exposed. She would think from their humanoid appearance they would cover it up, afraid that it would be too risky to keep in the open. She also noticed strips of duct tape peaking from the covers. Maybe his shell cracked? It was a possibility.
She pondered a bit more before he grunted and turned over, his amber eyes locked onto her hazel-green orbs. She blinked twice while a sly smirk inched across her face. "'I'm not in the mood to sleep anyway.'" She said. He scoffed and stretched his arms, putting them under his head. "Got a problem with it?" He grunted. She shook her head and tried to climb out of the hammock. The hammock, however, had other ideas, and soon Iori found herself being slammed onto the floor face first. Raphael sat up, peering down onto her. Iori bolted up, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, then looked Raph's way nervously. "That was...on purpose. Totally meant to do that." She stood and brushed herself off, making Raph notice her change in outfits. Instead of the leotard, she wore an oversized grey T-shirt with black boxer shorts. She yawned, stretched, and scratched her side. It was the most "not girly" thing he's ever seen.
He quirked an eyebrow when she walked over to the wall and put her leg the highest it could go, stretching on it. "What's that about?" He asked. "It's a sort of stretching I do in the morning," she switched legs, "It helps with flexibility." He slowly nodded, proceeding to put the covers back over him. Iori walked to the door then turned around at the sound of a heavy sigh. She raised an eyebrow, "You seriously not coming out of bed?" He grunted in response, and Iori decided it was time to get a wake-up call. She went over and threw the covers off of him, and he groaned in irritation. "What the fuc-""I'm not going to be the only person that comes out this room early. Besides, I smell food, and food is good." She shoved his arm which was covering his face, and he groaned at her. "Look, you, this is my room. I can do whatever the hell I want. You're not even staying here so I don't know where in the hell you got these notions that you were runnin' things." She stared blankly at him for only a split second before saying, "Well for the time being you have a roommate and this roommate says you get up." He scoffed at her then turned over. She huffed, "You either get up or I push you off." "I'd like to see you try." He snuggled deeper into his pillow, only to be suddenly pushed right onto the floor. He fumbled and stood up angrily, dangerously eyeing Iori, who faked whistled and looked around. "Who the hell do you think you a-""An extraterrestrial with inhuman strength. I said get up but you wouldn't listen, so I had to take matters into my own hands." She walked over and grabbed his thick wrist, to which he tried to reel from her but she had a firm grip. Iori smiled brightly, "Now that you're up, let's go get breakfast."
The two walked out of his room to find the rest of the family at the kitchen table. Mikey just set down a huge plate of pancakes, and the others practically drooled over the syrup and butter being drizzled over. Iori led a grumpy Raphael to the table, and once there Raphael snatched his wrist away from her. She huffed but sat down on a spare chair. Donnie got a big helping of the pancakes and so did Mikey. Splinter took about three, and Leonardo and Raph split a huge helping. That left Iori with four pancakes, but she didn't mind. She looked at Splinter for confirmation, since it would be rude to just dig in without being offered. "Eat, child. Your night here was most intense." She nodded and got her helping. After everyone was done eating, Mikey took the dishes and went to the sink. "Oh, Michelangelo, would you like some help?" "Call me Mikey, and sure doll face." She got up to help with the dishes, laughing every now and then from Mikey's corny jokes.
Donnie got up to go in his lab, and the other three remained at the table. Leo eyed Iori with interest; she was certainly not a normal girl. Nobody would really stay with four oversized turtles and a rat under the sewers and not question their sanity. Meanwhile Splinter turned to Raphael, who seemed to be brooding more than usual. "What is bothering you my son?" Raph quickly glanced to Splinter, Iori, then back to Splinter. "I don't know who she thinks she is, but I don't like her." "Well she did get you out of bed earlier." Leo noted. "So what? I don't trust her, not one bit." Iori put a set of dishes back into the cabinets, "It would be nice to talk of your distrust of me when I'm not five feet away from you." Raph glared at her, making her glare back. He couldn't believe this girl comes out of nowhere, threatens him, back talks to him, and still thinks she owns the place. It fueled his anger. Just then Donnie came out of his lab and brought over the metal he removed last night. He set it on that table and folded his arms. "I believe now is a good time for questions."
Both Mikey and Iori sat at the table; everyone had their eyes on her. Leo intensely stared, "Last night we found you in the South wing of the sewers. You were injured, and we brought you back to our home. Donnie removed the shard out of your side, but there are now no sign of scarring or injury whatsoever," he folded his arms, "how did you end up in the sewers?" Iori took a deep breath. "After my ship crashed, I scrambled to hide traces of my landing. With my injury, it would be hard to go unnoticed, so I hid in various areas. I traveled to find a safer hiding spot, but my injury soon made it harder to walk. I came across a hole in the ground, and after tumbling through, I traveled along the corridors to find a place to repair both me and my ship." "Where is your ship now?" Leo asked. "I put it in capsule mode. It's currently undergoing repair in that mode, along with reconstructing missing pieces." "Like this one?" Donnie pushed over the shrapnel he removed from her side. She looked at it attentively, analyzing every detail as if she had just laid eyes on it. "This is a metal made from Cozantium, a metal not on this planet, Titanium, and Boron. It makes up about 93% of my ship, and it was indeed in my side." "Do you have a place to go?" "I usually take shelter in my ship, but due to its current state, I don't have anywhere to live."
The room was silent. Each turtle had their own opinion in mind, and tons of questions had filled their head. They looked to their sensei, who sat with a calculating stare towards Iori. He seemed puzzled as well. Iori twiddled her thumbs out of nervousness. All of the stares and glances made her uncomfortable. She never really was fond of so much attention, whether it is good or bad. During the silence, she even asked her own self questions. Suddenly, as if a light bulb lit up in her head, she sat up. She cleared her throat to get everyone out of their haze.
"If I may offer a…proposition." all faced her, "During my few hours staying in your home, I've noticed a few, eh, problems in certain places." This made Raphael growl, "What's wrong with our place?" Leo looked at Raph intensely before telling Iori to continue. "With so much housework to be done around here, it must be tiring for the person who usually does it," Mikey nodded, "with that said; I'm willing to offer up a deal, if you agree. My ship's repair time will be four weeks. During this time, I could take care of any housework you wish me to do; whether it be laundry, dusting, vacuuming, repairing, whatsoever. I also believe that because you live in a sewer, getting fresh food isn't a walk in the park. So, four weeks of shelter in exchange for labor. Do you accept?" Again a long silence filled the room. It was apparent everyone was thinking whether to agree or not. As if on cue, Splinter stroked his fu man Chu and held out his hand to Iori. "Your deal is accepted, Miss Nyeki." Leo stood up and bowed then Donnie, then Mikey. Raph squinted his eyes, but bowed slowly.
"Welcome to our home."