When morning came, the turtle was surprised to see that the sun had caused him to wake. Still, it beamed into the room from a small parting in the curtains draping across his eyes. The light caused him to squint at first, before he sat up far too quickly. His head began to pound but he was in too far of shock to care. He hadn't seen the sun in at least a week, his last prison being underground. Moving quickly, the turtle pushed away the bed's floral covers and limped over to the window to draw back the shade. They were so high up that all he could see were the tops of buildings. It was beautiful, even if he had missed the sunrise, but not even the marvelous view could help him forget why he was here.

He was still a prisoner, just with the new label of 'pet'.

He shivered at the word. It felt almost worse than being a prisoner. Mainly because it made him compare himself to his little brother's pet. While ironic his brother had a pet turtle named Spike, and his brother depended on Spike to remain level. If that normal turtle wasn't in their lives he had no doubts that his brother would be blowing up even more than usual. This of course made the turtle worry that this girl, (y/n), would start to rely on him the same way his brother relayed on his pet.

Last night as he fell asleep he had decided that, until proven otherwise, he would assume that (y/n) was good. Just a girl who happen to work for his father's nemesis. No more no less. Which means there is no reason for him to hurt her in any way. That includes the potential emotional damage of losing a pet.

He banged his head against the window. He couldn't even follow his own circle of thoughts. Something the turtle did know was that he was hungry again. So, standing up, he left the bedroom in favor of going to the kitchen for some of the extra salad from yesterday. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but good food was good food. Besides, (Y/n) said that they would be making a store list today, so hopefully he could get some things that he really likes.

Winding down the hall, he made his way into the kitchen and grabbed the large bowl of salad out of the fridge. With a glance he could tell that (y/n) was needing to go to the store. There wasn't much left. Just the salad, a to-go box of mystery food, some sodas and a few water bottles were left in her fridge. Shrugging he reached back in and grabbed one of the sodas, hoping she wouldn't mind before setting it on the counter next to the salad bowl.

Next came the quest for a bowl. One by one, he opened and shut all of the cabinets looking for a salad bowl. In the end, it took five guesses to get past the dry foods and cups and finally find a bowl. Then he switched to opening drawers. This took far fewer tires, for in the first drawer he found tongs and the second a fork. With everything he needed now acquired he dished him out some salad breakfast before choosing to sit at the island to eat it, along with his soda.

"Oh!" he suddenly heard, causing him to jump.

Standing in the archway of the kitchen was the girl. She was in a pair of athletic shorts and a sports bra, currently wiping sweat away from her forehead. In her hand was her cellphone, which was displaying a call screen. For a second she just stared before smiling.

Her smile only faltered when a distance 'hello? (Y/n), are you ok?' echoed from her phone call.

"Yeah, yeah," she said into the phone then looked at her pet. "Good morning Turtle, I didn't realize you got up."

The girl then moved into the kitchen herself, going to the fridge to grab a water bottle as she went back to her phone conversation. "Sorry Karai, my turtle had just woken up and I didn't hear him."

The Turtle's eyes widened. Karai. He knew that name all too well. She was the enemy. The one who kept him captive prior to ending up here. They seemed like friends.

Maybe I'm wrong, the turtle thought, maybe she really is a part of the Foot. But then again she seemed so innocent and kind. Even when he first met Karai herself there was a certain air about her. Something devious in a way. (y/n) didn't have that energy. She instead had the energy of a mother duck. Protective, caring, but still could bite back at you if she wanted.

Even so, that friendship, on top of who her boss was, made him worry. Two connections with the Okoru family is two more than the average person, and most people who are connected with that pair aren't good. He looked back at his owner, her face contorting as she leaned one hand on the counter. What was Karai saying to her? He wondered.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by (Y/n)'s phone call once again. "Ha! Yeah right. A ninja Turtle. Are you hearing yourself?...Well I guess he's pretty muscular..."

Next came silence as (Y/n) face hardened. Karai was talking for a while, and the girl's expression simply began to alternate between confusion, disgust, and anger. Without warning she rushed over to the turtle's side and began examining his injuries. Now with her closer, he could hear Karai's voice coming through the speaker, and to the turtle's surprise she seemed nervous.

'I swear to you, I'm not kidding. That pet of yours is actually a ninja turtle. Father and I caught him and his brothers a few weeks ago.' Karai explains.

"A few weeks ago...." (Y/n) muttered before standing straight. "Karai, did you hurt him?"

Her voice was deathly serious, so much so that it caused a shiver to crawl up her turtle's spine. This owner looked beyond angry as she listened to the girl on the other end of the phone fumble with an explanation. Karai's uncertainty was almost more shocking than the girl's anger. The turtle had never even imagined Karai lacking confidence, and yet there she was on the phone panicking because of the accusation of some girl. A girl who most definitely had more power over the Okoru family than she knew.

"It wasn't my fault!" she finally settled on and the turtle couldn't help but scoff.

This caught (y/n)'s attention, making her glare harden. "I'm not convinced, Karai."

"It wasn't. I was just supposed to keep him out of the way!" the other woman insisted. "I have no idea where that fire came from. I wouldn't be surprised if his brothers set it to try and cause a diversion."

(Y/n) groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You know what. You can attempt to explain yourself later, but if a fire is actually what this poor guy went through then I have to start working to heal him up. I'll talk to you later."

"Wait (Y/n)!" Karai shouted just in time to stop (y/n) from ending the call. "I know it probably makes no difference, but I'm sorry. There is more to this than you know and my father..."

"Listen Karai," (y/n) cut her off. "While it wouldn't surprise me if your father is why you did whatever it is you did to this turtle, that doesn't strip you of blame. You have the ability to say no. Now I really have to go. Bye."

She didn't wait this time when it came to ending the call and slamming her phone against the countertop. With wide eyes her turtle instantly went back to eating his salad, trying to to stare as the girl beside him angrily pulled at her hair. Eventually she leaned against the counter herself, head thrown back and arms crossed as she muttered clearly irritated.

"Not only am I given a giant ass turtle, but he's also apparently a fucking ninja." She groaned then looked up at her pet. "Any other surprises I should know about?"

The turtle thought for a moment before shaking his head no. That was the major information, and Karai did mention his brothers. She was reasonably caught up to speed. Taking his nod in response, (Y/n) moved back into the kitchen and opened a drawer. A few moments later she was sitting beside him at the island, with a notebook and a pen. While grumbling, she began writing various items on the list. He couldn't hear many of her words, but what he did pick up on were a lot of questions. Mainly consisting of why me, what's up with this turtle, and what did Karai do. Her irritation was obvious.

When she had finished her list, (Y/n) pushed the paper and pen in front of her turtle. "Here you go, add anything you'd like. I'm assuming if you're somehow a ninja, you can write right?"

Once again, the response was a nod before the turtle set down his fork in favor of the pen. He quickly scanned the list and added the few other items he would want, the main one being pizza. It was his favorite after all. As he wrote, his owner began to rant again, but he was too distracted by the list to keep up. After all, there were things he wasn't expecting to see, that he could only assume were for him. A toothbrush, some bath supplies, even a few medical items were listed. That concreted it in his mind. (Y/n) really was just trying to help him and make him as comfortable as possible in her home.

"You would tell me right?" The girl suddenly asked, catching the turtle's attention. "If Karai was actually a bad person? I mean, she's been kinda sketchy before but never bad per say. She is basically my best friend. So, you would tell me if she was a bad guy, or if she was the one who did this to you, right?"

To her surprise, (y/n)'s turtle didn't respond with his usual nod. Instead, pity coated his features as he opened his mouth. Not a word came out, instead it was a weak and scratchy squeak. That was all it took for her anger at her friend to wash away as the realization hit her.

"Are you usually able to talk?" She asked him, earning herself a nod. Her eyes softened at the new information. "I see... Well, if you were in a fire like Karai said, then the most inhalation could have hurt your throat. Let's finish up this list fast, then I'll see what I can do to help."

His usual nod was once again the response as he finished up his additions to the list before sliding the notebook back towards (y/n), She read over it for a moment with a slight smile before tearing out the page and setting it to the side. As she moved to put away her notebook (Y/n) explained that ever since he provided the apartment Mr. Okoru has insisted that his associates go to the store for her. Admittedly the girl missed the mundanity of grocery shopping, but she didn't want to argue with her boss.

When she explained her final worry, the turtle could see her turn in on herself. "I understand why Karai struggles to tell him no." She admitted before looking back at her pet guilt seeping into her every word. "But she's his daughter, if anyone could get away withstanding up to him it would be her right?"

The turtle couldn't have responded if he wanted to, and man did he want to. He didn't know why, but he had a desire to wipe away her worry and guilt. To push her back into the realm of subtle smiles. But he couldn't. He didn't have the words, nor the ability to use them. So instead, he was stuck watching her scratch at her arm until she retreated into her bedroom.

When she was finally alone (y/n) tearing out her ponytail. How could she have been so insensitive? Karai has struggled with her father for as long as she's known them, and (y/n) was the only person she felt safe to vent to. Now she had bitten at her for not doing something that was nearly impossible. The standard that Karai is held at is sky high. Her end goal is unattainable, but the fall that comes with failure is too far to survive.

All she could do was sigh. They would see each other on Friday, hopefully by the time that gets here she'll have an apology worked out. Until then, she needed to charge. Stripping of ehr work out clothes (y/n) coated herself in deodorant and perfume before changing into a new pair of shorts and an oversized pull over.

There wasn't time to worry about this right now. Regardless as to if Karai had a choice in the matter, she had been someway involved in trapping her now pet turtle in a fire. The result of which was now up to her to mend. So, without wasting any more time, (y/n) moved into the master bathroom and dug under the sink for her medical box.

"Turtle!" she called out as she left the bedroom to rejoin her pet, who had looked up at her voice. "Would you hold this for me please, as I grab a chair from the dining room for you, I want to start by disinfecting those cuts."

When he was summoned, her pet came to her and carefully took the box from her hands. She gave him a smile in thanks, but he could tell she was still feeling guilty. Her eyes gave away it all. Still, all he could do as an attempt to improve her mood was to obey, so he did as (y/n) wandered into the dining room and returned a few moments later with a chair in hand.

After she placed the chair down, the girl instructed her pet to sit, which he did, while holding the box protectively in his lap. Carefully she opened it and dug around for a moment before she found the disinfectant she was looking for.

"Now, this may sting a little bit, but we've got to get these cuts clean," she explained, and the turtle nodded.

Dowsing a piece of cotton with the medication, (y/n) went to apply it only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. With a grumble she handed her materials to her pet before walking towards the store, only stopping for a second to pick up the grocery list. Kenneth, the man who did her shopping, was usually punctual to a fault. It was odd for him to even be early. Even so, she wasn't expecting anyone else.

By the time she was approaching the door, the knocking had returned more urgently. "Okay, okay, I've got my list...Ito! Where's Kenneth?"

Ito chuckled at her surprise, "What not excited to see me, Songbird?"

"Not expecting, is more like it." She responded. "You're here for my grocery list?"

"Seems that way," The man responded. "Little Kenny got sick, so I volunteered to get your shopping done. Isn't that kind of me?"

(y/n) rolled her eyes, "Yes, so kind." The sarcasm was dripping from her tone, and it was impossible for Ito not to notice.

"I think I've earned some payment for my troubles," the man leered.

"What do you have in mind?" She asked while rolling her eyes.

(Y/n) knew she didn't want to know what filth was about to come from the man. Her irritation turned to panic however, as he reached for her face. Ito's hand rested on her cheek as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip. What did I do wrong, her mind rushed. Before she could come up with an answer Ito added pressure, dragging her lip as he spoke.

"Well, that mouth of yours must be good for something other than simply talking back. Why don't we find out."

A prompt, this was his own choice. Rolling her eyes, the girl stepped back while using the back of her hand to wipe away any feeling of contact that remained.

"Yeah, it's also really good for telling you to get the hell out." (y/n) bit into her words earning herself a hard glare.

Leaning nose to nose with the girl, the man smirked, "How fortunate for you that..."

"Mr. Okoru likes me. I get it." She groans. "You've really gotta come up with some new lines, Ito. You're getting repetitive."

The man's face twisted with disgust, and he finally stole the list from (y/n)'s hand. "Someone will be back with your groceries tonight."

"Wonderful," she groaned before slamming the door and leaning against it. Simply realized that it was over, would have forgotten about her prior task, if it wasn't for the scraping of her turtle's chair against the ground. Looking up, she saw him standing, his hands out in preparation to approach. "Oh! Turtle. Please, don't move, not until I've treated you."

He tilted his head slightly before looking over her shoulder at the door. He was trying to indicate to her his question. A simple one truly, what was that about? He wanted to ask, but simply couldn't. Luckily, the girl followed his flickering eyes and understood.

With a sigh she walked up to her pet, placing a gentle hand against his arm as she led him back to the chair. The turtle sat back in his chair, eyes never leaving her as he waited for some kind of answer.

"Right, that." she muttered while reaching back for her cloth and beginning to clean his wounds. "It's simple really. Men like that are monsters." she grumbled.

"They just think they can say and do anything they want, and women will just melt at their feet. And when you refuse them they just take and take and..." she cut herself off with an angry groan as she tossed the cloth to the floor in order to move on to wrapping the injuries. "They are just disgusting, and Mr. Richard Ito is a prime example of that filth that I unfortunately will never be able to get away from because he is second only to Fa. Mr. Okoru right hand man."

The girl stepped back for a moment with a sigh. Unsure what else to do, her turtle chose to reach out. With an unsure hand, he lightly slid his fingers across her forearm. Instantly, (y/n)'s eyes were on him. She gave a sad smile before returning the touch on the back of his hand.

"You are more of a gentleman than the people I work with, and I've only known you for half a day. You've already out ranked them!" (Y/n) complained as she went back to dressing his final cut on his upper arm.

The turtle couldn't help but smile at her words. He was admittedly a sucker for compliments, and there was an added sense of pride. After all, from the few interactions he's witnessed between her and other people, he could tell that his owner wasn't exactly the most comfortable, but she was already comfortable with him. It was a nice warm feeling. The feeling that comes with making a new friend, even if he still was a little weary of her. It made him smile.

"Aw, that was adorable." The girl suddenly cooed, causing the smile to drop from his face as he looked back at her. "Sorry, your eyes just lit up when I said you were a gentleman."

She smiled to herself. Her turtle had a strange handsomeness, she'll admit. With sharp features and a muscular build (y/n) had little doubt that he kicked ass while acting as a ninja. That is of course, if Karai wasn't making that all up. Then again, he didn't seem surprised when she mentioned the concept to him. A Turtle full of surprises is truly what he was. It made her wonder what else he was hiding, because while expressive, his eyes seemed to hide so much in their multi shades of blue. Deep as the Atlantic, (y/n) thought to herself while meeting his gaze once again.

"They really look like the ocean." She mumbled, looking deeper into his eyes than before. While beautiful, it was obvious his eyes were in pain, a fact that caused her to sit back slightly and dig through her medicine box once again. "We better start getting rid of their irritation."

Quickly, she put away the disinfectant and instead pulled out a bottle of eyedrops. Looking over the package (y/n) checked for the expiration date, only to sign in relief, they weren't expired yet. She couldn't even remember the last time she had used them, and admittedly thought she was about to have to look up back up plans. The next step she needed to do was google the ingredients. The eye drops were pretty basic, just water for the most part, but she just wanted it made sure. Luckily fate smiled upon her again as the internet assured her that these drops would in fact help the problem and not just make it worse.

"These should do the trick." She told her pet, before placing the drops in his hand and picking up the rest of the box. "I'm gonna put this away, and then I'll be back to help with those drops."

Her turtle, as perusal, nodded before looking at the drops in his hand. He couldn't stop the smile. It was the same brand his little brother had in their medical cabinet. How ironic. He continued to read the bottle to himself until the voice of his owner echoed down the hall.

"You know, I feel bad calling you Turtle all the time." (y/n) mused as she returned to the room. "Do you mind if I give you a temporary name? You know, just until your throat feels better, and you can tell me what your real name is."

Her eyes glanced towards her pet who gave a non-committal shrug while continuing to rub his eyes. Huffing slightly, the girl swatted his hands away before tipping his head back and ordering her turtle to keep his eyes open. Of course, he rolled them first, but eventually he obeyed as he thought about her request. She then reached for his hand, and took back the eyedrops, unscrewing the cap to prepare them for use.

If he was being entirely honest, he didn't mind being called Turtle. It was direct and void of any emotional attachment. Then again, the fact that she's even concerned about being rude to him confirmed his suspicions. (Y/n) was not your typical member of the foot clan. She wasn't driven by hate and anger, bowing to the shredder's every will. She was a kind young woman who wanted her to be comfortable

Drip.

His thoughts suddenly scattered as a drop of solution landed in his right eye, causing the turtle to jolt as he tried to lift his head away. The girl tsked her tongue before putting him back into position reminding him that he has two eyes. He chose to glare slightly this time, but he had to admit his right eye was already feeling better. So, he sat still as he awaited the next drop.

Drip.

"There we go," The girl hummed. "Now we're going to have to give you more every hour. That should help the irritation in your eyes. Please don't let me forget, Francoeur."

The turtle turned to her fully, a look of confusion on his face. He had never heard a name like that before, and it was farther than anything he could have imagined her picking. His reaction caused the girl to giggle as she set the eye drops on the counter. Without warning she grabbed her pet's hand and pulled him to his feet. Shouting towards her smart speaker she asked for a song to play.

After a moment the sound of a guitar floated through her apartment. Gently she grabbed his other hand and began to dance along with the music while singing.

"She's resplendent, so confident. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine." She sang while dancing.

Her turtle stood confused but allowed his arms to be lax enough to move with her. Eventually as she sang, an extra voice joined from the speaker. It was a duet. Twirling her under his arm, the turtle tried to understand. How was this an explanation to the French name she had chosen.

Twirling once again she finished her song with a smile. "That's how we are, the Seine and I."

The girl waited a moment longer hoping that something would click for her pet, but nothing did. Rather than letting this upset her, she simply wrinkled her nose with a grin before tightening her grip on his hand.

"Seeing as you are still confused, we have a movie to watch, Francoeur." She beamed while dragging him with her to the couch where he waited as she dug through her stacks of DVDs until she found her prize and held it up. "The Monster in Paris, this should explain it."