A pair of Katanas

2.got my eyes on you

The thugs froze upon seeing the figure at the door. From my position, I couldn't tell what the vigilante and the doorway looked like, but he definitely intimidated the bad guys. They backed up, pointing their weapons of guns and knives at him.

"I think I understand why Raph enjoys beating slime like you to pulp now." He announced, before ripping two gigantic swords from their holders.

  Lunging forward, he let out a battle cry before beginning to dish out a series of punches and kicks to the thugs.

  It didn't look like they were giving up just yet, though.

Bangs of a gun being shot reverberated through my ears, making them ache. I could see blood on the floor, hear angry yelps of pain and feel the ground shaking as the vigilante pounded his attackers.

Oh no. Aunt Fausta and Cyrus!

  If they got hurt in the battle, I'd have to live with myself, knowing I could've helped.

  I am, after all, trained in self defence and got my first aid badge. Very experienced.

  Despite my conscience screaming in protest, I crawled out from my safe space and began to make my way up front. Chaos still persisted, but the gunshots had stopped. What was left was a one-on- one combat between scrawny and the hero. The other guy lay unconscious a few feet away,his arm dislocated to a weird angle.

  I tried not to get distracted and continued making my way to Nana Fausta's side. I inspected her face,arms and legs. So far she was okay. .
I dragged her by the arms to the inside kitchen and slumped her against the cabinet. I then proceeded to do the same with Cyrus, which was harder since he was twenty times heavier.

  I put Cyrus next to his grandmother.

  Dusting my hands, I then pointed at the both of them.

"Stay."

  I heard a dry chortle from the doorway.

"Did you just tell two unconscious people to stay?" Mused a masculine voice.

The sounds of fighting had ceased. I hadn't even noticed.

Turning around, I stammered, "N-no, why- "

What the hell is that?

My eyes widened as a reptile looking creature with a shell stood at the kitchen doorway with a blue mask tied around his eyes. He built up, like wow, he was really buff, and practically towered over me.

  Upon seeing my reaction to his appearance however, it was his turn to stammer.
Or should I call "him" an "it"??

"I- I really should be going."

"No, wait!" I blurted out.
Curiosity had gotten ahold of me.

"You're not supposed to know I exist. I need to go."

He turned to leave.

"You need to at least check up on them!" I protested, pointing at Nana Fausta and Cyrus.

  If I was being one hundred percent honest with myself though, I didn't care whether he checked them or not, I just felt some weird inclination to make him stay. His presence was magnetic. He felt otherworldly, and i needed refuge from the one I was in.

   He stopped in his tracks. "You're right."

  He walked over to the pair and crouched down, placing two blocky finger on the side of Nana's neck to check her pulse.

  While he was making sure they were okay, my gaze fell on a notepad and a pen. An idea struck me.

  A few minutes later, he stood up. Turning to me, he said, "I've alerted the police. They'll be here in a couple of minutes."

"I didn't catch your name."  I mumbled.

"That's good to know."

"I'm y/n."

"Goodbye, y/n." He said, a twinge of sadness behind his voice.

I saw him glide out of the restaurant, and disappear into the night air.

  Making  my way over to the kitchen counter , I grabbed a bag that had dad's name on it. The tacos were still warm.

  Cradling it in my arms, I rushed home.

  It would be a while before dad let me go out alone again.

Leo's POV
  The air skimmed against my face as I jumped swiftly from rooftop to rooftop. It had been a while since I'd gotten some action.

And met someone new.

What was her name again? Y/n? I think so.

  I wished we could've been friends. I inwardly cursed my mutation. Man, what could have been...

And she seemed so..sincere.
Hopefully she wouldn't mention our encounter to anyone.
But even if she did,no one would believe her...right?

I hoped so.

  Slipping off the manhole cover, I climbed in, making sure it was securely placed back.

  As I made my way to the lair ,I felt a tickling sensation on my back. I slipped my fingers into my shell, only for them to emerge clutching a neatly folded piece of...

notepad paper?

  I carefully unfolded the paper, taking immense care not to tear it. Scrawled in black ink was a number. A phone number, maybe?

My heart rate sped up as I read the words under it.

"- Y/N"

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  Leo is probably sitting on the fence, trying to decide whether to contact y/n and putting his family at risk, or going ahead and getting to know her.

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