Heart Of Fire - Raphael X Reader

Chapter 1 (New)

The harsh rays of sunlight that had been beating against your eyelids for hours, finally woke you up. You groaned loudly in annoyance of the morning, wishing to just return to the sweet abyss of sleep. Suddenly you felt something soft paw at your cheek, and peaked your eyes open. Sitting on your chest was a tiny black and white kitten, with green eyes. 

"Meow!"

You sighed. Looks like you weren't going to get more sleep after all. Too bad really, you only managed to catch a couple hours...

"Morning Mittens..." You greeted tiredy.

You gave her a few pets, before placing her on the metal floor next to you. You sat up, and began stretching. You yawned, and heard several cracks emit from your body. Sleeping on the fire escape was never comfortable. Maybe you could find a foam mat to bring out here?

You got up, taking Mittens in your arms as you stood. You then climbed down the fire escape to reach the window of the apartment below you. You gave it a few knocks, and soon enough the orange haired Mr.Peters opened the window.

"(Y/n)?" He asked confused.

You simply held up the kitten in your arms, and he immediately became alarmed and relived. He quickly took her, and cuddled her close.

"Oh, Mittens! Thank you so much for returning her again (y/n)! I really don't understand how she keeps getting out..."

"It's no problem Mr.Peters. I can never get mad at this guy for stopping by." You said as you have Mittens another pet.

She purred happily at your touch.

"I'm just glad she likes you. Don't know how'd I keep finding her otherwise. I really do need to be going to work now. TCRI waits for no man!" He said with a chuckle.

You nodded and gave a wave. He waved back, before closing his widow. You climbed back up to your apartment, before cautiously entering your bedroom window. You looked around and everything still seemed to be in place in the bare room. You sighed before getting changed into a fresh outfit, fixing the wrap covering your left forearm, and grabbing your school bag. You unlocked the door of you room, and quietly opened it. On the floor infront of your room was some broken glass from what you assumed was a beer bottle, judging from the smell coming from the liquid that was staining the floor. You door had also be stained with the wretched stuff, and gained another new dent. You sighed, before carefully making your way over the pile of glass. You poked your head around the corner of the living room, to see Ryan passed out cold on the coach. Several more of the bottles surrounded him, one hanging loosely in his tan hand. His stubbed face was smooshed into the coach, his greesy dirty blonde hair matted to his face. He was somewhere in his thirtys, and though he had a bit of a beer gut, his body remained looking decently fit. The tv had been left on all night, on the regular sports channel.

Relived that he had worn himself out after all the commotion he made last night, you made your way to relive yourself quickly in the bathroom. Once that was taken care of, you made sure your bedroom door was locked, before heading to the kitchen. You grabbed yourself some toast in order to out something in your stomach, and grabbed one of the soon to be expired left over bags of Chinese food from the fridge. You then headed out of the apartment quietly, and closed the door behind you. 

As you were coming out, your neighbor in the apartment across from you also came out. It was the overweight slob of a man, named Vic. He had bags in his eyes, and greese stains all over his clothes. He looked over to you.

"How did you even manage to sleep last night, with all that racket? I swear I'm going to kick Ryan right in the nuggets next time he can't hold his god dam booze!" He ranted to you.