Unexpected... {TMNT 2012 X READER} (OLD WRITING, NOT REVAMPING)

How You Meet - Raph

You slammed the door shut, heading out into the woods.

It was a quiet night, the stars were out and the moon was full, piercing the canopy overhead and creating pools of light on the grass.

You sighed, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. You had another crap day at school, got tons of homework, and the day finished by your parents arguing. Again.

To ice the cake, you got an F on a test you had been sure you aced.

You begin to see red. Fortunately, it's your favourite colour. Unfortunately, you were angry. Super angry. And only getting angrier.

You walked up to your own-made punching bag attached to your favourite tree's limb. 

You punched the bag, feeling a little better. Whenever you were punching something, you felt better.

You heard rustling behind you. You growled, whipping around to see ... 

Oh god.

You really didn't need this right now. You were face-to-face with the biker gang in your school. You'd pissed them off on your first day. And now, you were sure you were about to pay hell for it.

"Get lost, Drake," you growled, already knowing this would either improve your mood or make it worse.

"Ay ay now, Y/N, I'm just here to talk," Drake grinned sickly-sweet, as his two thugs circled around, cutting off any escape routes.

"Like hell you want to talk. Last time you tried to 'talk' to me, I went to the nurse's office with a black eye!" You yelled, anger rising. You bunched your hands into fists as your heart's rhythm quickened.

Suddenly, the two dirtbags each grabbed an arm, pinning them by your sides.

"Hey!" You screamed, flailing your legs around in fury. "Let me go, you cowards!"

Drake advanced toward you, his grin widening.

You waited, inhaling and exhaling.

Then you made your move.

Fast as lightning, you whipped out your foot with enough force to kick over a mountain.

He shrieked in agony as you bashed your head against one of the cronies, making him release you. You did the same to the other one, who also dropped you.

You ran over to Drake and repeatedly punched him in the face, seeing red until your arms were pinned back again. You got ready to kick again, but your legs were held together by two other thugs.

You growled in anger.

Drake wiped his mouth, coming closer. "You're gonna wish you hadn't done that."

He retrieved something from his pocket and clicked it on his hand. You felt your heart almost stop when you saw a glint of metal.

It was a spiked brass knuckle.

You closed your eyes, shaking your head, and as Drake raised his fist, you waited for the first deadly blow

...that never came.

You were so wrapped up in almost dying that the sound of another set of feet, almost soundlessly, slapping the grass, slipped right by you.

One by one, the four thugs were slashed by something in the face, so fast you couldn't even see it happen. They all collapsed, unconscious, with beads of blood dropping down their heads. They weren't dead, but it would definitely hurt tomorrow.

You gasped as you found yourself suddenly free. You grinned wickedly, advancing back on Drake.

Suddenly, a shadow swooped in and snatched Drake away.

You stopped dead.

Were you about to be killed by some coward you couldn't even see?

"Show yourself!" You called out into the shadows, putting all your confidence in your voice. "I'm not afraid of you!"

"You're welcome," a male voice sarcastically called back. "I could've left you for dead, you know."

The voice had a thick Brooklyn accent. 

Then, your "saviour" stepped out from the shadows.

And your heart skipped a beat.

There, standing in the moonlight, was a green-skinned, green-eyed, red-bandanna wearing humanoid turtle, holding two sai in his hands!

"WOW!" You yelped, jaw dropping. "You look AWESOME!" 

The red-clad turtle laughed, seething his sai. "Well, this is certainly an upgrade from the usual terrified screaming."

"I mean, yeah, they'd scream. Even though we get weird stuff in New York, we don't normally get red-bandanna wearing humanoid turtles wielding sai."

The turtle laughed again.

"Name's Y/N," You smile, holding out your hand. "D'ya wanna be friends? I bet we'd make a great team."

The turtle smiled, connecting his three-fingered hand with yours and shaking it.

"Nice ta meet ya, Y/N. Name's Raphael, or Raph. And I definitely know we're gonna make a great team."

Your brow furrowed as you realised something. "Wait," you ask. "What did you do to Drake?"

"Ya mean that guy who ya kicked in the jewels?" Raph asked. He pointed to a body, half submerged in the darkness. The leg was twisted.

"You, my friend, are growing on me," you laughed.