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He didn’t look up as she walked in, too focused on the paper in front of him to care.  Besides, he doubted anything she had to say would be important–Shredder stopped using her to send messages after an accident involving hydrochloric acid and an apple.

That accident was her fault–or, mostly her fault–so he kept her in his peripheral vision.  She clearly had no intention of speaking, which only cemented his assumption that she was only there to distract him.  He was used to that, though, so he let her carry on.  Or, he did until he heard one of the cats behind him start to purr.

He turned, shooting her a look fully intended to make her stop.  The goggles over his eyes ruined the effect, though, making him appear mildly disappointed.  

Obviously, that didn’t faze Karai, who stared back with a smug smile and one hand on a cat.  A cat she had taken out of a cage, he noticed, more or less ruining the sterile environment needed for the experiments to work. 

It was too late to worry about that–the animal would just have to be released back into the city.  It hadn’t been tested on yet, so the threat of contamination wasn’t too worrisome.

“Karai, I’m in the middle of a very important experiment.  Do you need something?”

She only blinked at him, her smile growing as she picked up the cat and let it curl itself around her.  She probably knew as well as he did that he wasn’t going to be able to use the cat anyway, which meant she was free to do whatever she wanted.  “Do you?”

He scoffed, turning back to his work.  The next few minutes consisted of her watching him and him trying to work while being hyper-aware of her eyes on his back.  Eventually, she grew bored, leaving without so much as a goodbye.

She was going to put it aside on a nearby table when she saw the golden heart engraved on its lid. She turned the container around in her hands, wondering how in the world had this ended up here, and opened it.

   A snort of hilarity forced its way out of her throat at the sight of Donnie’s smiling face on a photo greeting her from the inside, a tender melody playing on the revolving mechanism.

   “What the heck is th-” she started before a green hand shot up from the side and shut the box with a thud, the music dying instantly.

   “It’s nothing, just… a thing I brought from the farmhouse,” Donatello said evasively, taking the music box from her in haste and stretching to leave it on top of the closet where she couldn’t reach it. He looked absolutely mortified, which did nothing but incite her mocking instincts.

      -Chapter 3 of Ghost of a Chance 

Themes: Sci-Fi, time travel, drama, family and romance.

Ships: Apriltello, Leorai and some mild Rasey.

Rating: T for language, violence and some sexual themes, but nothing too explicit.

Read it on FFnet or on Deviantart.

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You guys I never thought the Donarai bromance would be so much fun to write.

Definitely a strange pairing. Hope this satisfies :)

“     I love eyeliner - not YOU.     ”

Part of my Voltron/TMNT AU, Karai’s back home but the desert is on fire.

Previous fic.

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“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.”

Donnie looked away from the explosion in the distance, towards Leo, who was holding the one pair of binoculars they had. He adjusted his glasses, which had gotten dislodged in the shock of the desert suddenly being ablaze. “What? What is it?”

“It’s Mike!” Leo exclaimed, and Donnie raised an eyebrow at the growing anger in his brother’s tone. “I’d know those curls anywhere! That little shit!”

“What?! Gimme those, Leo- I wanna see too!” Raph made a grab for the binoculars, but Leo dodged away, already scrambling to get down the slope. Raph yelled, “Leo! Wait!” after him, but Leo was already booking it for the bottom. Raph threw his hands up, growling, and gave chase.

Donnie was left blinking, and then he shook his head, and started running after his siblings.

So now they had Mikey in the mess too, apparently. That made all five of them. Beautiful.

Donnie: Like my heart.

Donnie: You could glue a jar of rats to his face and blowtorch the other side of the jar so the rats have to eat their way through his face.