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Leonardo would never admit it, but he didn't know what to do. Somehow, some way, this girl knew! She knew what he was, and even his name! It wasn't possible! They'd been so careful! He was itching to get an answer; he hated not knowing. He was the leader, he had to know all the little details, every last one; it was crucial to the success of his team.

But… he couldn't just ask her straight out. Then she was more than likely to just clam up. No; a ninja's ways were sneaky, silent, subtle and stealthy. They worked behind the scenes. And this interrogation, this quest for answers, would be no different.

"Miss?"

She was sitting up in bed, reclined against the headboard, still looking as regal and composed as ever, hair laying perfectly on her shoulders, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her eyes remained closed, as her facial paralysis had yet to wear off, but her neck turned slowly till she was facing him perfectly. Even with her eyes closed, he got the eerie feeling she was staring right into his soul, reading all his secrets, sorting through his memories. "Yes, Leonardo?"

It was a conscious effort not to wince. The way she spoke, so cool, so calm, it unnerved him. Something in her tone just commanded respect. But she wasn't haughty or overconfident; he could give her that, at least. "I, ah… I wanted to speak with you."

"What about, Kame?" there it was again. That tiny smile. The corners of her mouth just barely twitched, and his keen, sharp, well trained eyes barely caught it. Just this tiny twitch told him, she knew something he didn't. It was driving him crazy. He saw just a flash of her pearly teeth for just a moment, and a terrible realization overcame him.

She was enjoying this! Not even thirty seconds in and she was enjoying this! She was laughing at him.

As if sensing he was indignant, she gave a curt laugh, and even that was composed and dainty, raising her right hand to cover her mouth gracefully. "Oh, Leo…" she cooed in a voice so teasing and humored it just about drove him mad. "Speak to me, dear Kame."

"I…" He swallowed. Keep it cool, he reminded himself. "You are our guest. And I don't even know your name."

She giggled. "My name is Lindreanna," her smile was both predatory and beaming at the same time. "And yours is Leonardo. Now, ask me the question you really desire the answer to."

"Well, I-"

She giggled again, this time with a smirk. "Oh Leo, you should know you can't deceive a kunoich. Deception is our most powerful tool, after all. We live for the stuff. Now, ask me what you really want to ask."

"Ma'am, please-"

"Wrong again," she made a tsk-tsk-tsk sound with her teeth. "That isn't what you wanted to ask, either. Has it ever been brought up that you're a terrible liar?"

His face felt hot, his ego and self pride wounded. She was just playing with him he realized, as if he were a mere toy, as if he was the student and she was the sensei. How did she know his flaws so, how did she know how to make him tick?

"Oh, I know everything," she giggled, sounding very conniving and almost… evil. Almost. Devilish, at least. "I know of your three brothers; Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo, yes? In that order if I'm not mistaken, too. I know of your rat sensei, your father- he goes by Splinter, correct?" His mouth fell open.

Ok, this had gone from slightly unnerving to extremely creepy reeeaaal freakin' quick.

"H- How-?!"

More giggles, sounding genuinely amused. "Well, I can't tell you!" her tone was devious. "There's no fun in that!"

He grabbed the sides of his head and forced himself to breathe, aggravation and stress alike welling up in his chest. This was just about as bad as the time Mikey thought it was a good idea to slip itching powder into each of his elder brother's shells. He wanted to scream. This situation, it was like having an itch he couldn't scratch, an indescribable irritation that he would give anything to relieve. It would so feel good and relieving to finally scratch it. But he just. Couldn't. Reach!

And it was driving him nuts!

"Aw, what's the matter Kame?" she cooed. "Am I annoying you?"

He grit his teeth. He knew he shouldn't let it get to him. He should just brush off her words and be done with it. But for whatever reason he just couldn't. Leo knew that was exactly what she wanted; to get under his skin. And she was doing a damn good job!

Lindreanna could feel it in the air, sense it on his aura; she was aggravating him. It was working. He was becoming frustrated. She inwardly smirked; she was doing her job well. She needed to evaluate him, know his limits. Now, Lindreanna was a smart girl, she knew she was in no condition to fight. And if this boy, this turtle, was a true ninja that valued honor as she predicted, he wouldn't strike out at her. At least, not physically. Unless she struck out at him, if he was truly honor bound, he couldn't touch her, so long as all she did was run her mouth.

She forced another perfectly haughty sounding giggle and swept at her hair. "Oh Leooo… speak to me, Kame. Ask me what you really want to ask."

"I-"

"I said, ask me what you really want to ask me." She smirked. "Ho on, ask me. Who knows? I might just answer honestly."

…

When Danica came around again, she didn't bother trying to open her eyes. She didn't want to see the frightening, blank whiteness she saw every time.

Everything ached. But it wasn't due to the fact that she'd been shot. It wasn't from being sick, either. She was actually feeling a bit better. Her chest wasn't as heavy, and she could breathe a bit more clearly. She wasn't as hot and sticky. No, these aches were from not moving for who knows how long? And her stomach was drastically complaining.

"Hello?"

"Oh, m- morning," she couldn't help but smile at the familiar voice. "How are you feeling, Danica?" She couldn't help but blushing as his hand touched her cheek to feel her temperature. "You look flushed, are you ok?"

She couldn't stop an embarrassed giggle; jeez, boys were so oblivious! "I- I'm fine!" she managed to get out around a grin. "But since we're on the topic… um, when am I allowed to be up and around? I- I can't feel my legs."

"What?!" he immediately sounded panicked, and before she could comprehend what was going on, two large, strong hands had closed onto the very tops of her arms, right where the socket connected to the shoulder, and she was all but yanked out of the bed, dangling who knew how far above the ground as the mystery guy held her suspended in the air. She yelped as the cold air assaulted her, and immediately shivered as goosebumps spread on her skin.

"J- Jeez, that's cold!"

"You can't feel your legs?!" he sounded so panicked she couldn't help but share his fear, and within just seconds she was terrified. "I'm such an idiot!" she was pressed against something hard and cool, her feet still not on the ground, and then they were running.

"H- Hey, where're we going?" she gasped, feeling utterly helpless as she dangled as he held her tightly. She felt like a doll, being carted around by a child. "Pu- Put me down! You're freaking me out! You're manhandling me!"

Her pleas were ignored, before she was suddenly laid down on something cold and metal, and couldn't help yelping and curling in on herself. "Sheesh! What's going on?!"

"Oh gosh, she can't feel her legs! She can't feel her legs! Oh this all my fault!" his muttered ramblings just made her more nervous, and she pushed herself up on her good arm. "I'm so stupid… oh jeez!"

"Hey!" she was ignored again, and she finally open her eyes. Instantly, her retinas were assaulted with a flood of colors and shapes. Vague shapes, though, due to the fact that she did not have her glasses. "Hey!" this cry, however, was full of happiness. "I can see!"

"WHAT?!" there was the sound of shattering glass, and she jumped, craning her neck around to look for him. Where was he? "Oh come on! Dammit! Now? Really?! Now?!"

"Gee, thanks for the support," she said dryly. "But what's wrong? Why are you freaking out?"

"This is unbelievable…" for whatever reason, she couldn't pinpoint his location due to sound; she was out of practice. Oh great. Lindie would have her head. "I have the worst luck…"

Danica was getting annoyed. And upset. And scared. What if this was some kind of crazy set up and now a potential kidnapper didn't want her to see their face?

Peachy. She just got herself into the best situations.

Donatello was panicking internally. And externally. So, technically, he was just panicking, he supposed. Bottom line, he was panicking! How could this be happening? Not only did Danica report loss of feeling in her legs, which made him fear paralysis, but now her sight had returned! He wasn't prepared for this! How was he supposed to tell her… how was he supposed to explain…

She'd freak out! She'd be terrified! She'd scream, cry, try to run away… everything he'd ever feared, basically. He didn't want her to be afraid. He wished there was a way to explain to her, keep her calm long enough to explain so she wouldn't panic… but that's exactly what it was. Wishful thinking. Not realistic.

He should have accounted for this. Should have been mentally preparing exactly what he was going to do and say when she got her sight back. This was sloppy planning on his part. He sighed; he supposed he couldn't really blame her. She was human, and had grown up with humans. All she'd ever known was humans, and humans were known for their prejudice. Anything abnormal or relatively different was labeled a freak, and usually ended up dissected, or in a cage for the rest of its life. He wished it wasn't this way. Why couldn't everyone just get long?

Ah… again with the wishful thinking.

"Come out…" she urged gently. "Please. I… you're starting to scare me." He was already scaring her and he hadn't even shown himself yet! Could this possibly get any worse?

"I can't…"

Danica frowned. He didn't sound sinister. He didn't sound evil, or even mildly mischievous. He sounded… scared. He was scared? His voice was a bit shaky, and he spoke with so much insecurity and self-shame it was almost a tangible force in the air.

"Why not?"

"I don't want to scare you."

"I won't be scared," she out on a brave face, curiosity overtaking her mind. "I promise. You can come out."

"No…" he gulped. "I can't."

"Yes you can." She glanced around in, trying to find him. But she just made herself dizzy, what with her blurry vision and all, and shakily laid back down. "I promise, its ok. I promise. I won't be scared."

Donatello almost wanted to laugh. She'd retract that statement when she laid eyes on his green skin, his scales, his three fingered hands, his shell and his over six foot frame. She'd scream. She'd yell at him to get away. She'd cry out for her sisters, shriek for someone to save her. He felt cold inside at the very idea.

"I…"

"How 'bout this? I won't act scared. I can't guarantee my emotions, but I can control my reaction."

He took a deep breath. "Do you promise?" he felt silly, like a child, but he needed the reassurance.

Her smile was kind and sweet, and he couldn't help but admire it from afar. "On my honor."

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