#2016 tmnt

Leonardo: I do have a sense of humor you know

Reader: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Raphael: I would slap (Y/n) for free

I know it's been forever but I'm finally back with a part 2! So exciting! I hope everyone enjoys!

Part 1

Trigger warnings: Swearing, mentions of kidnapping, a mention of rape if you squint. 

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You awake to a loud banging sound, followed by a screech of wood scrapping along wood.

You're quick to sit up and blink the tired, heaviness from your eyes. Panic flooding through your system as you trying to process what is happening through your tired haze. The first thing you see are wide, hazel eyes staring right back at you. They're filled with fear and confusion. Wait... eyes?

Oh fuck, that's right. You brought an injured stranger home last night. One far from being human. Now you're caught in an awkward situation of just staring at each other. Neither of you moving a muscle.

His hands are twitching slightly, as if they're anxious to move and do something but are unsure of what they want to achieve. The rest of his body tense, ready to move at a moment's notice. The man looks like a deer caught in headlights but somehow seems more a lion ready to pounce. It feels very unnerving...

He finally breaks eye contact glancing around, occasionally looking back at you. You are confused at first, until realization hit you. He's trying to find a way out.

You can't let him leave. Its broad daylight right now, and you doubt the citizens of New York will take kindly to a six-foot, walking, human like turtle. Not to mention he's still heavily injured.

So, you immediately throw your hands up in a surrender motion. Trying to seem less threatening.

He jumps at the motion, back peddling into the table that was already pushed back, likely the sounds that woke you, pushing it back further and almost falling onto it. Hissing softly as he does. Luckily, he regained his balance quickly, you can't afford another coffee table.

"It's okay! It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you! You can relax, you're safe here!" You speak to him softly, afraid he'll run away if you don't. You aren't even sure if he can understand you, just trying to reassure him the only way you know how. Hoping that if he can't, at the very least he'll understand through the tone of your voice.

You stay put, not wanting to put him on edge further by advancing towards him.

He still seems on edge; his hands still twitching softly and his legs still rigid. However, his shoulders have dropped, and his arms have loosened up. Which is a step in the right direction.

"W.. Who are you- Wh-What am I doing here? Where is here?"

You must look like an idiot with your mouth hung open. You didn't expect him to understand English, let alone speak it. You're beyond bewildered by the man standing before you.

You're quick to close your mouth and scold yourself. The last thing he wants is you gawking at him like he's some circus show freak. Besides, he had a lot of technology with him when you found him. Of course, he knows some kind of language! Idiot!

"I-I'm (Y/N). I-I found you last night injured in an alley way... so I brought you back to my apartment to help you."

There is a long pause before-

"You found me in an alley way? You brought a total stranger into your home? You do know 1,435 people are abducted each year? That's only the cases that have been reported! It could have been a trap, not to mention you have no idea who I was. What if I was a criminal? I could have all of your personal information by now, if you're lucky all I take is the information. I also now know where you live. It was very careless of you to just bring me to your home." He pushes up his taped-up glasses as he finishes, giving you a very unapproving look.

Is this man... seriously lecturing you? After you saved his life? You're honestly at a loss for words.

"But I... I saved your life!"

"Yes, and thank you, but next time you should be far more cautious."

You're back to having your mouth hanging open. You honestly don't even know what to say. Who in the hell lectures someone after they save them?

"What was I supposed to do?! I couldn't call the police! You'd be sent to a lab or something! And if I just left you there you could have died, or someone might have seen you!"

"I-I'm not saying what you did was wrong. It was actually very kind of you. It's just... I'm just... trying to help you understand is all..." He becomes shy, or maybe shameful. Rubbing the back of his neck and staring at the floor.

Somehow, he's made you feel like the asshole. You sigh softly, trying to find the right words to make him feel better about this whole situation.

"Well.. On the plus side I know I made the right decision. I doubt a "criminal" would lecture me on staying safe."

He opens his mouth to respond, but it seems he changes his mind as he snaps his mouth shut again. Looking awkwardly large in your small living room as he shifts nervously.

You decide to try and fill the newfound awkward silence. "So.. what was your name? If you.. had one?" Was it offensive to ask if he had a name?

"I'm- ..." He trails off scrunching his brows? No, he doesn't have eyebrows, so scrunching his brow ridges? Anyway, the reaction is concerning but you try to give him time.

He sits there for a few moments, and you can just see the gears grinding in his head, but it doesn't seem to help because he lets out a quiet "I-I don't.."

It's heart wrenching how distraught he sounded, eyes flicking around as if your small apartment would give him the answers he was looking for. You immediately want to comfort him.

"Hey, it's okay. You were... pretty banged up. It might take a moment for everything to come back.. Why don't you take a seat on the couch, and I'll make us some breakfast okay?"

He nods shakily, and while he still seems a bit hesitant, he moves towards you and sits on the couch you had slept on throughout the night. He makes the couch look so small, especially as it creaks under his weight and you thank the stars it holds him because you couldn't possibly afford a new one.

"Here, put on whatever you'd like." You tell him as you pass him the remote.

He takes it gently from your hand, despite his size, and you can't help but to stare at his large, scaley, three-fingered hand which dwarfed yours in comparison. Quickly catching yourself and looking away once he retreats.

"Any requests?"

He looks at you with confusion, and something about him just screams that he's not all there. "What?"

You smile softly, "For breakfast, remember?"

"Oh. Um.. no. Make whatever you would like." He looks down to the remote in his hands as he starts fiddling with it. He seems very much like the nervous type - but then again, you'd probably be nervous in his shoes too.

"Alright, I'll bring it out to you once it's done. Okay?"

"Okay..."

As you were walking towards the kitchen, you think of something but decide against it. If he can't even remember his name, he likely won't remember if he has any allergies. Although he could apparently remember a very specific statistic about kidnapping.. what an odd man.

~

Leonardo: Wasn’t Mikey with you?!

Reader: Hm? Oh, that's just my to-do list!

Leonardo: Wow you're being productive, good for you, I never thought that-

Raphael: *smug* Not my biggest organ.

Everyone else in the room: