Hello again! I am terribly sorry for keeping you waiting for so long; I have two looks to complete for my shop. I also sort of sprained my ankle, so the workload and the injury blacked my access to my laptop. Ehehe, sorry^^

Also, I would like to thank all of the people who commented on the story. And to those who were mad about Raph, well….

Anyways, here's chapter six!

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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They watched as the door slammed behind her. The slam could be heard throughout the whole lair. Raph knew he fucked up. He was positive. He turned to look at Leo, but to his surprise his brother already disappeared to his room, gently closing the door behind him. Raph looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists with each increase of anger. "Ugh, damnit!" He hit the nearest wall with a powerful fist, possibly hard enough to put another hole into it.

His nostrils flared as the blow toiled his anger, only a little. He slowly collected himself, rubbing the back of his head and taking a deep breath. He knew what he had to do. He was taught to respect women, but his actions proved to be opposite of what he learned. He berated himself for it, training harder to forget.

But this; this was the end of the line.

He looked in the direction of Iori's room-coincidentally next to his- and took a long breath. He then began walking over. With each step he took, his mind went into scrambles. His doubt and fear of her rejection ran through him like a steam train. He didn't notice that he was standing right in front of her door. Raph swallowed hard. He took a shaky hand and knocked on her door. He waited for a bit, hearing no response. He knocked again, and received the same reply as he did before. He sighed and raised his hand to knock once more, but the door opened, revealing Iori in the doorway. She stared blankly at him, along with a hint of attitude. His breath hitched in his throat; never had he been more nervous in his life. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly at the loss of words. She rolled her eyes and attempted to close the door, but Raph put his hand in the way. She looked at his hand then at him, her gaze becoming colder by the second. Raph noticed this and breathed, "I need to talk to you."

She sucked on her bottom lip, raising an eyebrow at his remark. He regained his voice back, "I would like to do it privately." She folded her arms and walked over to the bed and sat on it. She gestured to the spot next to her, and Raph hesitantly walked in, closing the door behind him. He took a moment to observe her room; he didn't realize how much she had with her. The room smelled like mangoes, with little perfume bottles sitting on a dresser, along with a few brushes, hair products, and combs. He also saw a few pictures hanging up, some hand-drawn and some bought, each having their own little image of either people or places. He looked around her bed to see a sketchbook on her dresser. Weird, he's never seen her draw around the guys. He continued looking at every decoration, letting them sink in.

Iori eyed him suspiciously. He talks about her then looks at her room like a lost child? She got annoyed and let out a deep sigh, hoping it would catch his attention. It did, and he casually walked over, sitting on the bed while fixing his posture.

For a few long minutes it seemed like they were having a staring contest. Raph felt uneasy how her usually bright eyes turned dark and cold. If he could, he would say that it felt like she was burning a hole into his soul. It gave him the creeps. Finally she spoke up, "Are you just gonna stare at me because I have other things to do." The remark surprised him, but he knew it was fair since he had been so cruel to her. He took a deep breath and began, "Look, I know you know I don't trust you. I still have my doubts. But," he hesitated, "I know it was wrong for me to yell about you like that. I've been taught to treat women better, but my anger got the best of me. It was just ever since that incident…" Raph brought his hand to his forehead, feeling the shame and emberassment he felt when it first happened. Iori looked at him; was that really what was bothering him? All those times of no communication between the two simply because of him feeling emberassed? She suspected there was something deeper, so, she let him finish.

"I didn't mean to cause you any trouble, it was just I was so angry." He looked at Iori with saddened eyes, "Not just at you, but at everything." He put his head in his hands, "You coming here was out of nowhere. I just didn't know how to express it. The others trust you, but I never really was the trusting type. Now with you doing all these things for us, and me treating you like this in return...I just wanted to protect them. Never let down my guard. I didn't know what kind of threat you were to us, injuired or not. You're definetely not human, and it only put me more on edge. I just wanted to protect-"

"You could've told me sooner." Iori said. Raph looked up at her. Her face was calm but stern, her eyes beginning to go back into their hazel-green shine. "I undertsand how it feels. Protecting the ones close to you. I get it. You could've just said something, if you felt that uncomfortable. We could talk more, you could learn to trust me. I rather not be in a place where I'm not fully welcome." She brushed a curl out of her face.

"But the incident with-"

"I've forgave him ages ago, Raph. I've forgiven you too. Just don't leave something you don't want me to see out there." She laughed a bit. Raph was certianly confused. He was ready to be rejected, refused, and put out. Now this girl who he treated so poorly was laughing. It didn't click. Iori noticed the dumbfounded look on his face, "What?" "I just thought…you wouldn't forgive me." He held his head low in shame. He ignored her, talked about her, and blamed her for his uneasyness. How could she forgive him? She looked at his face, only to laugh even harder. The wholesituation was certianly confusing, to say the least. She wiped her eyes and lightly punched him in the arm. "Look, I'm not the type to keep a grudge, it's all forgiven. Just don't act like an ass if you feel some type of way." Raph locked eyes with her and smiled. She happily accepted his apology, even made him feel comfortable afterwards. She was really a nice person, er, alien. They began to start a conversation, talking about things from stories of Iori's traveling to Raph's training. They talked for hours, and finally it was late, so Raph decided it was time to go to his own room. He walked through the doorway, followed by Iori laughing about their previous conversation. "I didn't even know you had red boots." She said. "What's wrong with red boots?"

"Nothing…Maybe you wanted them to match your gawdy doo-rag."

Raph held his hand to his heart, acting as if he had been shot. "My feelings are so hurt." He said sarcastically. Iori nudged him in the bicep, and he laughed in return. Irori then noticed the laundry that she threw on the ground and went to go get, but she was stopped by Raph. "I'll worry about it." She flashed a bright smile at him, and he had a good view of her upper and lower sharpened canines, or fangs if you fancy that name. She placed an ebony hand on her lower arm, "I really appreciate you talking to me. It felt nice to actually be noticed by you."

At first he flinched at her gesture, not enough for her to notice though, but only because of his inexperience with touching. He told himself it was just a touch of appreciation, and he relaxed and smiled at her. "It took me a lot to actually talk to you, but I'm glad that we actually got a chance to know each other," He touched her hand with his, noticing her unfased by his action and continued, "We're going to have a lot more talking, trust me." Iori shook her head, "I hope we can get as much as we can. Besides, there's only a week left." She slipped her hand away from his and walked back into her room closing the door.

He was left alone in the silence of the living room. A week, wow time goes by fast Raph thought. He looked down at his hand, a faint scent of mangoes from where Iroi had touched him, and looked back up to her door.

It was almost time for Irori to leave, but Raph wasn't sure that he wanted her gone.

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Well that was certainly a pleasant conversation. I know it's kind of a short chapter, but I assure you there is WAY more coming.

Hmm that little scentence at the end was interesting, wasn't it? *Evil laugh*

Welp that's all for chapter six, I hope you enjoyed reading!

Toodles~