Why don't they ever believe me? Not even when I have proof of what I say, they prove me right!
Michelangelo continued walking along the sewer tunnels, trying to find the way back to the snake-woman. He had mentioned her to his brothers, but they, like the Kraang affair, had treated it casually. Only Donatello had urged him to look for evidence to confirm the veracity of his words. So now he was back in the tunnels again, looking for that creature.
The poor young turtle didn't feel entirely safe looking for that woman again, since she had almost given him a heart attack last time; it had only been a joke, all right, but Michelangelo had never liked that kind of jokes. So he advanced cautiously, his faithful nunchucks gripped between his fingers, ready to defend himself against whatever might happen. He drove on for what seemed like a good half hour, but before he could check his T-phone to really see how much time had elapsed, he heard a familiar hissing sound just behind him; he turned immediately, but was just in time to spot a glint of blue scales rounding a corner. Swallowing the lump he felt in his throat, Michelangelo advanced through the tunnel, following the hisses, ever closer, and those blue reflections on the walls, proceeding slowly and carefully to avoid any nasty surprises.
Turning yet another corner, he finally found himself in front of what must surely have been the lair of the snake-woman: it was a kind of circular space, created behind a wall which had probably collapsed due to too much humidity, it was "decorated" with faded curtains that covered the entrance, to simulate a minimum of privacy, inside there was a small circle of stones with coal inside and still hot and smoking ashes and next to it, leaning against the wall there was a circular nest composed of branches, dry leaves and...small animal skeletons, probably small rodents. At that sight a cold shiver ran through Michelangelo's shell, who nevertheless decided to take another step towards that place, keeping his eyes and ears open in the hope of not being caught by surprise.
"What a sssurprissse... the little turtle hasss come back to visssit me", despite his high guard however, he didn't hold back from emitting an undignified squeak when the woman came up behind him, silent as a shadow.
He spun around immediately, nunchucks in front of him, his legs shaking slightly; the snake woman watched him calmly from the entrance to the shelter, her head slightly cocked to one side, holding in her hands a basket covered with a small white cloth that looked new, and her tail wrapped below her torso, as if to give her support.
"Y-Yes! I-I'm back...", was the only thing the young turtle managed to say, while the woman slid slowly along the wall and reached the nest, gently placing the basket inside it, giving him her back.
"Nice to sssee you again little turtle...I hope you aren't ssstill upssset at me about that little prank..." her voice was calm, but hid a small note of concern.
"No... I'm not angry anymore about last time", Michelangelo admitted, lowering his nunchucks even if slightly, "And anyway, I have a name, you know? Is Michelangelo".
"Michelangelo", she repeated the name slowly, almost chanting every syllable, "It'ssss a beautiful name", she tried to smile at him, unintentionally discovering her sharp canines once again, "I am Ssshitsssu".
"Shisu ...?", The turtle in orange repeated her name with difficulty, tilting his head to the side with a confused look, not being able to understand her pronunciation with all those hisses; the woman seemed to understand his difficulty, for she laughed softly, slowly approaching him, then reaching a finger on the dusty floor, writing her name at his feet. Shitsu.
"Shitsu...means 'lost'* in Japanese," Michelangelo murmured, once again turning his gaze to her, who nodded slowly.
"It'sss the name given to me on thisss planet by a very dear friend of mine," she explained, smiling again in that fake menacing way.
That sentence caught the turtle's attention. "You… aren't you from this planet?" If there had been Donatello he would probably have scolded him, asserting that it would have been impossible for such a creature to have been born on Earth, unless she was a mutant.
Shitsu shook his head in denial.
"No Michelangelo, I'm not from thisss land", she admitted, before adding after a very short pause ...
"I come from Dimensssion Xsss "
失 from google translate this kanji is red as "shitsu" that is translated as "lost"