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Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT, but if I did there would be a new epic movie that wasn't aliens.

I sat there for a moment, completely dumbstruck at the question that was just asked. I opened my mouth a few times to say something but nothing would come. He stared at me with eyes of golden fire, full of caution and curiosity. I could only stare back.

"Why did you save me? Or better yet, why didn't you turn me in?"

I thought a second, "That is a very good question, and like most good questions it doesn't have a simple answer."

He gives me a scrutinizing look for a little while and it's all I can do to not squirm under his steely gaze. I take a seat in the recliner just to move a bit but his eyes never leave my own. I flash him a small, no teeth smile but his eyes just narrow more.

"You're not like the other Foot, are you?" That takes me aback for a moment.

"Not really I guess. I mean I am a girl."

"That's not what I meant," his eyes are piercing, like he's trying to figure out what makes me tick. "For one you just lied to Karai saying you found no turtles whatsoever; secondly, you treated my wounds and saved my shell; and thirdly, you didn't do that kill blow on my brother even though you had the perfect shot."

My jaw drops open but I quickly close it. He smirks at my confused expression. "Don't think I didn't notice, that lapse in attention gave me this," he says motioning to his leg.

"Would you rather I had killed him?" I ask. It's his turn to be taken aback.

"What? No, it's just…surprising is all. Most other Foot would've killed him without a second thought."

I chuckle, "Unfortunately most other Foot wouldn't be skilled enough to even get close enough for that blow." He nods.

"Yes, but the question for you remains: why?"

Second stupidest/smartest decision in my life, to be honest with the 'enemy', "I don't understand the reason behind the hatred. I mean yeah, I've heard the stories of your master and his master against my master but," I sigh, "there are two sides to every story."

"You honestly believe that?" he asks in a disbelieving tone. I don't blame him for not trusting me, seriously, even if he'd been the one to save my life I wouldn't trust him right off the bat.

"I do… Sometimes I wonder if you guys are the honorable ones and we aren't," I pause, "But then again I remember those thoughts can get me killed so I silence them."

"So that's why you saved one of the Shredder's most hated enemies and are now having a civil conversation with him?" he says with a note of humor. I smile.

"Yeah, was thinking about that myself when you were unconscious… or maybe it was later when you were faking it," I shrug. "Either way if I wanted you dead by now you'd be dead or if I wanted to hand you over to my master you'd be there."

He thinks about this for a moment before shifting his weight to get more comfortable. A flash of pain passes over his features. I stand up and start walking towards the kitchen but he grabs my wrist.

"I'm just going to get you some ibuprofen, besides my blades are in my bedroom so don't worry about that." He gives me a curious look.

"That wasn't it; I was just going to ask if I could have some water please?" Damn, ain't he the gentleman. I nod as he lets go and head into the kitchen. After getting his water and the ibuprofen I head back in there to find him already sitting up with a lot of pain evident on his face.

"You know when something hurts you need to not move it?" I say as I hand him the ibuprofen and the water. He takes it calmly, still gritting his teeth.

"Thank you," he says softly as he moves back to lie down. I settle down in the recliner again.

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Before I know it we're on a lengthy conversation about honor, bushido, and ancient weaponry. I have no clue how long we've been talking about this but I have to say, it's one of the greatest conversations I've ever had. He's very easy to talk to and it just keeps getting more in depth. Who knew these creatures, who my master said knew nothing about honor, could talk with me about bushido and Sun Tzu.

"I'm sorry for taking your mask off. I know it's dishonorable but I was hoping you'd understand."

He nods, "It's alright, my brothers and I steal each other's masks all the time. It's not that dishonorable in my family."

"Speaking of which, it should be done in the washer by now. Hold on a second," I go and put his mask into the dryer but hang his leathers up over the washer to dry. I go back into the room to find him standing up with a determined look on his face.

"It hurts, but I can walk," he says through gritted teeth. "What time is it?"

"Past seven in the morning," I reply before grabbing a blanket and curling up on the recliner.

"Damn," he says almost so quietly I can't understand, and then speaks up. "I can't leave until its dark out, hope you don't mind."

"Naw, it's fine," I reply. "There's a blanket and a pillow, make yourself comfortable. You can watch TV if you want."

"My brothers might take you up on that offer, but I'm not so interested."

An awkward pause, "So, you have three brothers?" he nods, "Lucky, I always wanted a sibling."

He raises an eye ridge, "Only child I take it?"

"Yep," I reply.

"What's it like?"

"Every single bit of attention is yours, you get spoiled rotten, and you have no one to talk to except your parents," I say.

"Sounds much different than having brothers," he chuckles and I smile. He's so much fun to talk to, although Master would kill me if I ever said that.

I yawn hard, "Sorry," I say as my eyes start getting blurry with sleep. He suddenly yawns and I can't help but laugh.

"Don't laugh, it's heading your way now," and sure to his word, I yawn again.

"Damn you," I say and he laughs, which in turn gets me laughing again. Once we calm down he looks at me seriously.

"You know any other Foot and I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you like we're…" he pauses, looking for the right word.

"…friends?" I venture and he nods.

"Yeah, thing is, how long will this last?" he says, all joking gone from his mood. "You're part of an organization whose main goal right now is to kill my family, how can we be doing this?"

We sit in silence for a few minutes before I finally speak, "Honestly? I don't know." I snuggle closer into the recliner and give him a half smile. He pulls the blanket up to his chest on the couch and doesn't reply.

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God, what time is it?

I look over to the clock, it's almost ten pm. I look around groggily, trying to remember what happened before I passed out. When I look at the couch, I remember.

Shit…

I look from the empty couch to the unlocked window and my sleep induced brain slowly puts two and two together. He must have left as soon as it got dark out. I get up to go to the kitchen when I notice something still on the couch. A small folded sheet of paper.

Mystery girl, (forgot to ask your name, how rude of me)

I have no clue what's going on, but I'd like to talk to you again. Tomorrow night I'll come by between midnight and one. If you want to see me leave the window cracked, if not I understand.

Sincerely, Hamato Leonardo

Hmm… Leonardo huh? I like the sound of that.

I really am proud of myself. I doubt they'll come as quick over the next week because I have some 4-H training and VBS but I'll do my best. R&R please!