Imperfectly Perfect {Donatello X Reader}

Chapter IV : Reminder.

The blue masked turtle had anger written all over the face. The red masked ones, who stood alongside the blue one, face of anger seemed mild in comparison to the blue one. The blue masked turtle pointed at Donatello, his crisp blue eyes raging with anger. "You. Me. Master Splinter. Dojo. Now." Snapped the turtle, who (Y/n) presumed to be the oldest, or the leader. Either one of those would explain the unsolicited anger.

Donnie gulped and gave him a swift nod as he walked after two of the mutant turtles. Donnie glanced back at (Y/n) and gave her a smile, as he walked out. He seemed to be hunched over from nervousness and stress as he trudged after his brother.

One of the mutants stayed in the lab, one that (Y/n) quickly noticed thad an orange mask, freckles, and blue eyes. He had a kind aura and (Y/n) couldn't help but smile from his positive energy. It was almost difficult for (Y/n) to dwell on the dead feeling inside her chest.

(Y/n), glanced down nervously at her dangling legs. She pushed down the creases on her jeans, rubbing her thighs. (Y/n) looked up to see him grinning at her as he bounded over happily.

"Hey dudette!" Chirped the orange masked turtle, his blue eyes shining with happiness. It seemed like he didn't get to meet a lot of people. "My name is Michelangelo, but that's a tongue twister, so call me Mikey!" He grinned, his hands behind his back as he leaned over, rocking back and forth on the heels of his flat feet.

(Y/n) gently touched her face, covering a small smile as she eyed his face. "Well, Mikey, my name is (Y/n). It's nice to meet you." (Y/n) said said as this Mikey kept on smiling. (Y/n) wondered if there was ANYTHING that could bring this sibling of Donatello down.

"That's an awesome name!" Mikey said, earning a slight blush from (Y/n). No one really thought her name was pretty, she actually detested it. It was given to her by her mother, but it only have (Y/n) the reminder of the affect her mother had on her.

A sudden burst of anger filled screaming came from beyond the lab which made (Y/n) flinch. Her eyes widened as she looked back up at Mikey. "W-Why are they yelling!?" She stuttered, she was used to it, but Donatello didn't seem like the screaming sort of type.

Michelangelo laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers also wrapping around the mask tails of his orange tail. Just like his brother. (Y/n) couldn't help but give a small smile at the realization, but concern took over her heart as she wondered what the screaming was about.

"Um.. It's probably just Raph.. They're trying to see if they should let you stay. They probably will!" He smiled reassuringly, clasping his hands together.

(Y/n) nodded and pushed herself off of the table and sat down in a more comfortable chair near the table. Her eyes narrowed as she sensed that the chair might've not been there before. She shifted herself on the chair, crossing her legs as she placed her hands in her lap.

(Y/n) pursed her lips as she realized something. Donatello had probably stayed at her side after knocking her out. Probably from guilt. She had not been expecting him to use a pressure point, but it would've been better than hitting her across the head with that large stick on his back... shell. (Y/n) said quietly in confusion as kicked she bounced her foot on the floor. Still, she was a suicidal nobody. He could've worked on one of the many experiments that were scattered across this lab of his. Why wait at her side, for possibly hours, and wait for her to wake up.

"So, (Y/n), what's your story? Donatello rushed off like mad during our patrol. He didn't even give us an explanation! Just said he 'saw something that he had to stop.' You must've been pretty important." Michelangelo blabbered away.
He asked, cocking his head at (Y/n). He wasn't be rude, he was being brutally honest. And that was what (Y/n) needed, for the truth to slap her across the face.