The Final Episode (TMNT 1987)

Scents Of Japan

Leonardo's POV-

When I walked into our old lair a wave of homesickness washed over me. I couldn't wait till we would be rid of Lord Dregg, and could move back into our real home.

I unsheathed my Katanas. Prepared for anything to happen. But if it was The Rat King, this fight wouldn't last long, meaning I would be back helping my team shortly. And also helping the Shredder, I'm not really into that, but if it will help us take down Dregg, then I'm willing.

As I was walking through our home, the lights were out as we left them, nothing seemed to be out of place.

What tripped the alarm?

It was quiet... Too quiet. A faint, pleasant scent drifted through the air.

I feel as though I've smelled this before, but it's too faint for me to tell what it was.

The scent seemed to be coming from the living room part of our old lair. So I crept alone in the dark, the only light coming from the open door, towards the familiar scent.

With each step I took, I got further into the darkness. When I finally reached the middle of our old living room, the door to the lair closed with a loud bang.

I turned around as fast I could but, it was too late. I was completely covered in darkness.

I stopped myself from charging to the door, and instead I calmed myself and focused.

"A ninja is at home in the dark." My masters words ran through my mind.

If this is The Rat King, he's really giving it all he's got to stay hidden...

So I focused on all the sounds of the lair, the faint lapping of the sewer's water from beyond, the air slightly passing by, and the little moans of the walls. But besides that, there was nothing. Nothing at all.

No, this couldn't be the Rat King.

For one, he would have shown himself by now. And two no one can be this stealthy, that even the most trained ninja can't hear them!

Then I remembered.

That smell... It had gotten stronger the more I got closer into the living room. And now it's everywhere.

I breathed in deeply, an all to Familiar feeling of pleasant confusion.

It was the scent of a beautiful Japanese flower.

There's only one other time I've smelled this...

Lotus Blossom.

The only ninja that could ever match me in Katanas. She is graceful and strong, brave and cunning. And her beauty is stunning, like a Japanese supermodel. But she works for hire, and is usually playing for the wrong team.

Why is she here? I thought to myself as excitement and dread held me in it's grasp.

"Show yourself Lotus Blossom, I know your here." I commanded into the darkness.

A few seconds of silence passed before there was a click behind me and the room lit up with the warm glow of the large lamp on the table.

I turned around quickly, and there standing by the lamp was a slightly older and but still ever so stunning Lotus Blossom.

She was wearing her old suit, the gray fabric resting on her figure quite nicely. Her hair was longer than before, but still it's lovely shade of black. The same shade as the black sash around her waist.

She held in her hands her katana, it reflected light off of it every time it moved just a little.

Her eyes were dead locked on me, never moving away from mine. Her face was stern but not in an angered way.