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It was one of those awakenings.
When you do not know where you are or who you are. The only thing that is clear is that you are not the one asking questions. Especially when you are handcuffed and gagged.
Raphael, lying on the floor, did not try to get up, but he turned his face instinctively to the present person.
"You are heavy." she announced, sitting on the table desk and tossing his sai up and down. She did not look to be twelve years-old, and had not been twelve for a few years already. Her petite figure and big blue eyes were still there, but the attitude of the body and expression had changed significantly. Instead of two pig-tails, smooth dark hair now covered her head. Her pink sweatshirt and jeans were replaced by a shirt and narrow trousers and a black color also makes one older.
The restrained ninja looked around the room, as much as his ties allowed him to. It was dusk, and the room was not even lit by moonlight from the window, but the mutant was accustomed to the darkness. There was a chipped old table, some dusty chairs, and large empty shelves - signs of an abandoned office.
"I have to admit, you surprised me," she spoke again. Raph gave her a murderous look. It did not impress her.
"Actually," his captor continued her monologue and jumped off the table, "I was planning to help you out a little back there." She was standing next to him now and eyed him with interest, head cocked.
"But it looks like I miscalculated," she shrugged, "and now I have a problem."
Raph raised his eyebrows, and the black-haired girl nodded: "We have a problem."
The turtle spat out a snort from behind the gag.
But the girl did not continue her speech. She took her phone and still staring at a bound mutant she dialed a number. However, what she was talking about, Raph had had no idea. His knowledge of Japanese allowed him to register the words "weapon,""assault," and "corpse," but whether these words had anything to do with him or not, he did not have time to find out. The girl shut the phone with a loud clap.
"Our patrol is on its way so we are going to take it faster from now on," she said on her way back to the table where she had left the ninja's weapons. When she looked back at him, however, her determination eased.
If she expected fear in his brown eyes, she would miscalculate again. The girl shook her head. She was lucky that looks could not kill.
"There are two possibilities," stated the one who obviously enjoyed listen to herself. "First case - I kill you, take your green head with me and start a staggering career."
No change in his look.
"OR, I let you go and both of us forget these recent events nicely."
This time, the Raphs´s noise sounded like a dark chuckle.
"The first option seems to be simpler, more feasible and with higher reward," said the girl in black as she tucked one of his sais into her belt. "But I have such a paranoid distrust of simple solutions. And I also don't have any desire to become the target of implacable vengeance of Hamato's clan."
Raphael blinked as he was painfully trying to put the pieces together and he cursed to himself.
"That leaves only one option really," she aimed Raphael's own blade at his head, "I'll let you live and you'll go back home... You will go home," she emphasized after another of his snorts, "and you will not follow me. First, because you'll bleed to death, and secondly because of your promise..."
And with one quick swing she cut off the fabric covering his mouth.
His answer was very vulgar, though, fortunately, slightly incomprehensible.
"You have two minutes," she said, ignoring his colorful language.
"As if I had a choice," he spat at her his first reasonable sentence.
"You can be cut off from your head, if you prefer."
"What the fuck was that all about!?" Raph burst out, angered by her calmness.
"You helped me get rid of some annoying competitors, and now I feel, let's say, a little obligated." Her laconic answer successfully silenced the hotheaded turtle. So that was it. He had just slew members of Foot clan because of another damn ambitious Foot bitch. How is he supposed to explain this at home ...
He lost more precious seconds by recapitulating her plan.
"What about my weapons?"
The Foot fighter smiled: "You'll get home without them, if you hurry. So forgotten?"
"Forgotten," the defeated ninja growled through his teeth.
"Good," she rejoiced, slashed with the sai again, and ran for the exit.
Raphael, now with freed arms, immediately began to pull down the remaining rope from his feet.
"If you're a good boy, you'll get them back," she cheerfully waved with his weapons and before he could get up with an angry huff, she disappeared in the dark hallway .
Raph swore and staggered. She was right. No chance to catch her. But it didn't mean he wasn't going to try.
He heavily gripped the door frame, where the little manipulator had just disappeared.
He heard distant voices. The patrol had arrived.
Raphael hated it but had no other choice. He turned on the hidden chip and quietly went to the other side of the hall. In the darkest and the farthest corner he ignominiously waited for the rescue party.