In the Arms of the Enemy (Raph x OC)

Chapter 7

Esme's POV

Esme: Hey, are you able to meet up tonight? There's something I need to tell you

Raph: Sure, where did you wanna meet? We should probably go somewhere where it would be hard for someone to listen in.

Esme: Do you know any spots where we'll have some privacy?

Raph: I think I know a place. Do you know Mr. Murakami's noodle shop?

Esme: Oh yeah, I think so

Raph: He's cool with my brothers and I coming in after hours. He'll be the only person there. We could grab some food too

Esme: That sounds perfect! When do you wanna meet?

Raph: Does 11pm sound good?

Esme: Yup, I'll see you there 👍

I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was only 9:30pm. I had some time to kill. Well, since it would be weird for me to go out to dinner wearing ninja clothes I could pick out an outfit. I figured I should probably take a shower too, I was kinda sweaty from training.

If this were a movie there'd be a fun montage of me getting ready which would be over way sooner than actually getting ready takes. But hey, who says I can't play some fun music and pretend I'm in a movie anyway?

I had settled on an oversized red fluffy sweater, some jean shorts, and some sneakers. It was springtime so there was a bit of a coolness to the air at night every now and then, but not enough to warrant fully covering up. I had my hair pinned up, bangs framing my face along with some dainty jewelry to finish the look off. I glanced at myself in the mirror and giggled.

"It's kind of like I'm going on a date," I blurted the thought out before processing it. I froze before whirling around and aggressively punching my pillows over and over again.

"What," punch "is," smack "wrong," karate chop "with," another punch "you!"

"Get yourself together! You're on a mission Esme!" I punched the pillow a few more times before stepping away as I held my hands up.

"I'm calm, I'm cool, I'm collected," I said to myself. I turned to walk towards the window before one last burst of energy surged through me, causing me to run back to my bed and chuck my pillow as hard as I could across the room.

"I'm fine!" I shouted, as I turned and leapt out of the window.

Running with the cool air rushing over my skin seemed to help me expel whatever the fuck that was from my system. By the time I reached Mr. Murakami's shop I felt more like my normal self. Besides, I couldn't let myself get distracted right now. Shredder was already suspicious of someone leaking information, so I needed to be on my A game. As far as I knew only Karai was looking for the mole, but he very well could've asked someone else too, just in case Karai became unreliable.

The windows in the shop were covered by curtains and from the outside it seemed closed. But that would make sense if Raph was in there right now. I walked up to the door and knocked on it, hoping that would be enough to get it to open. Sure enough, a few seconds later I heard the click of the lock and someone pushed open the door from the other side.

"So you must be Esme," the man said, a warm smile on his face. He was wearing a chef's hat, his graying hair poking out from the bottom, and a white shirt. The most noticeable thing about him though was the sunglasses he was wearing. Oh right, I knew I had heard about this place before. Apparently the owner was blind, but from what I had heard no gang members mess with him because he had hired protection. It wasn't much of a mystery now as to who was protecting him.