Hey guys! I will hopefully be updating every week, and I'm alternating between this fic and my story The Other Castellan. I will not update my other story until I update this one, and vice versa, so I won't get too far ahead in either one. Imma try a different style of A/N!

Me: Yo, guys, this is fun.

Mikey: Yay! I get to talk.

Raph: Are you really posting everything I say on your little site?

Me: Maybeeeeee

Raph: **growls**

Me: Aaah! Leo! Help!

Leo: Sorry, Izzy, you got yourself into this.

Me: Donnie?

Donnie: -_-

Me: Whyyyy? **runs away with Raph not far behind** Mikey please upload the chapter while I'm busy-ish!

Mikey: Okay! Can I read it first?

Me: **Screams as Raph tackles her to the ground**

Mikey: I s'pose that's a yes...

123, 123, Drink, 123, 123, drink, 123, 123, drink. Throw 'em back, 'till I lose count.

I hum the song to keep me company as I trod towards the city. Chandelier was Jay's favorite song. Oh, I miss Jay SO much.

It's pitch black out again, all cloudy, and I can't see the moon. I have decent night vision, so I can see pretty clearly if I concentrate enough. If I strain my eyes to the horizon, I can see the faint glow of New York City in the distance. NYC. My destination.

I've always loved the city, though my adopted father made us all stay in the country. My adopted mother was decent enough, but after she died of lung cancer, my stepdad had become harsh toward me.

I sighed and kicked a rock. If I started running, I could probably make it to NYC by sunrise. But, if I started running, I would be super sore tomorrow. Not that I'm not sore right now. Walking for three hours with a heavy backpack on your shoulders is not comfortable, and I'm not in that great of shape, either. I'm only about five foot three, and I'm 15. A little less than average on the height there, honey.

But, I really don't mind being short. I feel special. Being small, I can fit into places most people can't. I'm really flexible, too, even though I never took gymnastics.

A flash of silver caught my eye as I glanced at the forest to my left. I heard jingling of metal behind me. How didn't I hear it before? I stopped in my tracks and turned around cautiously. The sound came closer, and closer. I swallowed noisily.

"H-hello?" My voice came out raspy and scared. I tried again. "Wh-who's there?" Geez, I sound like an owl. Whoo-whoo.

I catch a glimpse of two bright eyes peering up at me. Three meters away. Two. One. Wait a minute, is that a-

"A cat?" I wonder out loud. I bend down and outstretch my hand. Sure enough, the slim outline of a cat found it's way into my vision. I hear sniffing, and then a cold, moist nose pressed itself into my palm. I scratch gently on the underside of its jaw. I hear slight purring and I grin.

"Would you like to come with my to NYC?" I asked it. Don't mind me here, just talking to a cat. Well, it's not like I never do it. I talk to animals and inanimate objects all the time!

"My name is Andrea, but I don't like to be called that. I like to be called Andi," I told it. The cat gave an especially loud purr at that.

"What are we gonna call you? I'm going to wait until I can see your color, then I'll name you," I informed the cat. It hopped into my arms, and I laughed a little. "Okay, little cat. Let's go."

Then I remembered the flash of silver that I saw in the forest. Could that have been a person? I stepped over there to check. I walked right over to where I saw the light. There was a tree. I reached my hand out to feel the trunk. I ran my hand up the rough bark, and then my hand came upon two shapes embedded halfway into the tree.

"What are these?" I asked no one in particular. I put little cat down and pulled on one of the objects. It came out with a few tugs. I felt a flat, circular discs, about three millimeters thick. The edges were sharp and jagged.

"I think I know what this is!" I told little cat. She looked up at me expectantly. We were learning about Ancient Japanese Culture in school, and we studied weapons. These were... ugh. I can't remember the name. I know it started with an S...

"Shruikens!" I said to little cat. "These are shruikens! I am SO gonna keep these." Little cat meowed right back at me. I slipped the first one in between my hair and the hair-band in my braid, and then yanked the other one out of the tree and put it on the opposite side of the first. "Cool! I'm a ninja!" I looked up at the slowly lightening sky. "Let's go, little cat. We have to get to NYC soon!" As I stepped back out towards the road, my boots stepped on something. I picked it up. A long, thin, sword-like shape was what my hands found this time.

"A sword-thingy!" I exclaimed as I brandished the katana. Little cat jumped back in surprise, mewing admonishingly. "Oh, sorry, little cat," I apologized as I slid the weapon back into its sheath. I wrapped the strap around my waist. "Okay, now let's go."

Little cat hopped into my arms, and off we went.

***LINE BREAK***

New York City sure was busy, and on a normal day, I wasn't even awake yet. Bikers on their way to work sped around on the streets, and cars were already backed up at stoplights. I stopped on a corner and took in the sights.

"New York City," I told little cat. "Oh, right! I can see you now. I will name you now." I looked at little cat. She was all black, with an exception of a white and pink nose, and a white-tipped tail. Piercing blue eyes topped off the look.

"Wow, girl! You're really beautiful! I'm going to name you Jaz." Jaz meowed her approval, and then jumped out of the way to avoid a biker.

"Hey! Careful! You almost hit my cat!" I yelled at the guy. He turned around only to flip me off.

"How rude," I told Jaz. "Come here, you'll be safer in my arms."

We carefully walked the streets, looking for a good place to sleep. After what seemed like forever, we found a small alley filled with a few trash cans.

"This should be nice," I said as I put Jaz down on the floor. My hand caught on something around her neck. "A collar?" I asked worriedly. I couldn't return Jaz, she was all I had now! I unclipped her collar and read the tag.

Midnight

Please return me to 7234 High Grove Way, New York, NY.

"Midnight? That is not a good name. Jaz is much cooler. Don'tcha think?" Jaz looked at me suspiciously, then sat down and blinked.

"Hmph." I said as I tossed the collar into the nearest trash can. Then, I picked up a large box.

"Let's sleep here. You are tired, right?" Jaz crawled into the box right after I set it down. I laughed a little and climbed in with her. I cuddled with her for a few minutes, then fell into an exhausted sleep.

Mikey: Well, that was pretty good, but where do I come in?

Me: **groans on the ground** Next... Chapter...

Mikey: I have to wait all the way until then?

Me: **groans again** R&R!