Kunoichi Brothel

Coincidence




       New York City, the city of dreams, the capital of the world. So nice they named it twice, but so dangerous too. Thankfully the city that doesn’t sleep has her swore protectors: The Ninja Turtles! 4 beautiful ladies, as pretty as they are deadly to those who dare oppose law and order. Trained by a rat lady in a soft silk gal –they fight crime and save those in need with their kung-fu ninja taijitsu style!
       —Dude, you sounded exactly like a fucking infomercial or those cartoon narrators, what the hell? Besides, it’s called taijutsu.
       —Yhea? Well, I saw them fighting once and I am sure it’s called TAIJITSU.
       —You are a fucking moron.
       Two kids –probably between 12 and 14, were walking down the streets of 1992 Brooklyn, they looked like students; judging from the backpacks they were carrying. One of them wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with a print of a full moon that read “Fly me to the moon” and a deep blue pair of shorts with Hawaiian flowers printed arround as a pattern and some nice white sneakers that would screech on a polished floor more than once –while rocking an almost shaved hairstyle and deep brown eyes. His entitled voice made clear he was from a nice upbringing; his parents probably owners of their own business or with well-off paying jobs –too busy on them to really care to notice what their kid could be up to. His pants ringing with the clash between coins and cents from the hefty allowance he would get each week. His walk showed confidence and status, like he knew his way arround town.
       The kid next to him, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a print of a bootleg superhero that looked like someone; but somehow you couldn’t tell who despite the name being under it and being just a weird acronym of the original source. Pink shorts with random splashes of a black tint and some uncomfortable pair of sandals that stook to the ground with each step he would take; bouncing back to his talon as the next step was taken while pushing his feet forward to make sure they wouldn’t slide out. He was also rocking a worn-out yellow cap; that he will deny it, but he found it on the trash –and as a further fuck you from life, had to wear a pair of reading glasses that he luckily got from the public school both attended to during an aid campaign that the government ran not that far back; making them the newest item in his repertoire. His pockets rang too, with the sound of bottle caps and marbles –probably from a humbler upbringing, with parents that did just enough to keep the family afloat, too busy overworking to realize when their kid was up to no good. His walk showed hesitation and childishness, like he was winging where to go next.
       —I swear dude! Last night, near Sloppy Jones’ donut shop.
       —Sure…
       —Really! Look:
       “It was arround nine. I-”
       —Mike! I don’t want to hear it! There are no ninja turtles.
       —If… you let me tell the story, you will believe me!
       —Fine... but you have to finish it before my mom picks us up, last time she heard you talk about them she went on an hour-long rant of why kids shouldn’t be outside after dark.
       Both kept walking west, heading to a nearby pizza place on the outskirts of Chinatown as Mike kept telling his tale:
       Like I said, it was arround nine, I was going to get one of those cool filled donuts from Jones’ and head home when BAM! A huge explosion! One of the sewage lids was sent flying to the sky with boiling hot steam left behind!”
       —That happens all the time-
       —Would you let me finish?
       “I was like Holy cow! And hide on a nearby alleyway. But still looking out so it wouldn’t fall over my head. That’s when I saw a black dude on a shiny looking armour coming out of it and he was like… Take that!
       Then there they were dude! The ninja turtles jumped out one by one all like taijitsu! And began to attack him, like when the hero screams his finishing move!”
       —Taijutsu.
       —Shut up.
       “Then, you see how Sloppy Jones’ has that funny looking donut as the O? Well one of the things the bad guy threw made it blow up! And suddenly there was like fire everywhere!”
       —So, if I go there, the donut won’t be there anymore?
       —I swear dude!
       “After that, the last to come out was the rat ninja master lady… although she didn’t do anything really… She was just shouting things like Don’t break things girls and A ninja leaves no trace behind.
       But none of them seemed to listen cuz’ the bad guy kept throwing them stuff and they kept reflecting stuff and then the stuff kept exploding, so I like, had to get out of there super-fast before one exploded near me.”
       —And you made it out, in one piece, unnoticed by ninjas and an evil explosive bad guy.
       —Well, more like I hid on a dumpster, but yhea!
       —And in your brave encounter did you even talked to one?
       —Well, no. I was hiding I just told you. But after the bad guy got away, I heard one talking about ordering pizza.
       As they entered the pizza place, the rich kid couldn’t take a word Mike was saying, but he was adamant in his belief that he saw them, doubling down in every statement.
       —Pizza? Really? Ninja turtles that eat pizza? Oh yhea, super credible dude.
       —I know!
       After being interrupted by a waitress who took their order, Mike kept trying to push his story:
       —Like, maybe I could bait them with pizza. My cousin Jared, he works at Pepper Pizzeria delivering all the time in all parts of LA; he probably knows something.
        Mike kept going on how he could ask his cousin to snitch for him when the entrance bell rang; it was a nice girl and a couple friend of hers, Mike counted 5 –when they saw both boys talking, they couldn’t help themselves to say hello.
       —Tyler! —Both girls shouted—.
       They rapidly approached them, showering Tyler with their eyes while ignoring the presence of Mike as if he was invisible. Playing with their hair and swinging their bodies as they pretended the sweetest of voices. Finally, the top dog of the group leaned on the table towards him and asked:
       —You know, I am still wondering when you are going to take me to that new arcade. They go this new co-op machine we could try.
       —Oh yhea! Terror House 2, right? —Mike interrupted trying to get noticed—.
       Bothered by this, the girl made sure he knew he wasn’t invited to that conversation.
       —Yhea, and while Tyler and I play you can go look for your turtle girlfriends or whatever. —The girl replied sarcastically—.
       She then stood up, winking at Tyler and went deep into the pizza place to find their own table, of course inviting Tyler to it –who simply ignored them as he was busier being ashamed of the continuous talk about the ninja turtles. Sure, they didn’t exist because his mom told him so, and besides, superhero stuff was more for a ten-year-old anyways, they were turning into teens.
       Mike wasn’t all that alone either, when the fifth and last girl, one with a nerdier and shyer look, who most likely was there just to fit in and not being toss arround, turned to look at him in the eyes and waved secretly with her hands. Her lips reading: “I believe you”. While Mike was dumb enough to feel awkward from that salute instead of getting the obvious hit that she was on his side.
       
       ***
       
       Finally, the pizza came, and both Mike and Tyler dived deep into it –soda and all of that. The girls did so too when theirs arrived as well, still leaving a sit empty for the rich kid to sit on if he wanted. And the nerdy girl trying to use as little space as possible in case his friend wanted in too. But they were well enough on their conversation.
       —I can’t fucking stand Tracy dude. —Tyler complained—.
       —Well, you are the only one she talks to, man.
       —I mean, yhea she’s hot. But her voice is so fucking annoying…
       —How does it feel like? —Mike sounded baffled—.
       —Feel what?
       —To have the freedom to complain about a girl talking to you. Wish Janeth would do that to me.
       —Dude, like Mindy doesn’t. She literally did so a minute ago, but you were too busy looking at Janeth’s ass probably.
       —It’s a good ass! Besides, Mindy is… you know, weird. —Mike started to sound bothered—.
       —Oh shit! Forgot you also had the right to complain, especially when you are weird too. Turtle man.
       —DON’T call me that.
       —$5 if you talk to her. —Tyler was confident on his friend’s cowardice—.
       —$5 if you stop saying stupid things.
       —And how exactly are you going to pay me once I win?
       —Oh, shut up.
       The ambiance was like the one you would expect from a place like this from the era, with Mr. Mister’s “Broken Wings” playing in the background followed up by Frankie Smith with “Double Dutch Bus”. You couldn’t do anything about it, your body simply wanted to dance as the voices of everyone arround faded in the back.
       —Hey, Broddy! We got a new order, get your ass over here! —The voice of a man was heard under the song—. Three Pepperoni Pizzas to Chinatown’s metro station.
       Funky music came back to be the main even right after the employee who was shouting hanged up the call, and after a while, both Tyler and Mike had almost devoured the entirety of their pizza; just as a rich man’s car parked outside. An XJ Cherokee SUV 92’ –black paintjob and a wood decal that cut the car horizontally from the middle. A woman was sitting behind the wheel, hitting the claxon like calling for someone.
       —That’s why I think the rat lady is-
       —Shit! That’s my mom dude, hurry up!
       Mike looked for a second to where the claxon was coming from and rapidly turned back to finish his slice, cleaning the residual grease on a napkin already half-used. Both ran outside.
       From Mindy’s point of view, she tried to grab Mike’s attention, but her shyness wouldn’t let her raise her voice, and her friends were too loud anyways as they complained that Tyler was leaving.
       Right away, Tyler’s mom got out of the car to receive them and open the back door.
       —Good evening, Mrs. Crook! —Said Mike as he jumped in the car—.
       —Good evening, Mike.
       —Hi mom…
       —Hello my sweetie pie. —Tyler’s mom was a little too childish—.
       —M-Mom! S-Stop! —Tyler struggled as she tried to pinch his cheeks—.
       Once both kids were in the car, she got in the driver’s seat again and took off.
       —You guys had fun?
       —At school? Yhea, sure. —Tyler complained—.
       —I mean, Hunter did set Eggy free.
       —Wait, Eggy? —The mom questioned—.
       —Apparently it hatched over the weekend, so now we have a pet chick. —Tyler explained—.
       A little silence break from the conversation let them hear the radio station, covering the news.
       —In other news, Skid Row had another incident as reported explosions came from a donut store late at night, some who claimed to have seen the event take place claim that at least 6 figures could be seen in the area, although others claim it was less and others that there were more. Official reports say a sewage lead simply “busted” from contained pressure and fell over the store’s sign, causing all the damage. There was no comment about someone being there.
       —I swear! I think one of them was like a rat! A big rat! —A bystander is interviewed—.
       —We remind our listeners that this is the third sewage related accident this month after that terrible “hit” at Techno Global Research Industries by what employees called “The shredder”. A person with red clothing and metal armour. Police hasn’t released any statement as of yet stating: We will let the people of Los Angeles know as soon as possible, we request for people of the area to please refrain from going outside late at night.
       —Isn’t that where you live Mike? —The mother asked—.
       Tyler gave the coldest stare to Mike.
       —Y-Yhea, I do. But I didn’t see any turtles or anything. —He slipped—. I wasn’t even there.
       Tyler facepalmed and Mike noticed his mistake.
       —Turtles? C’mon you two, you are too old to believe those crazy claims.
       —But I don’t- —Tyler tried to defend himself—.
       —There is no way for a turtle to reach such size, nor to stand on two feet and specially can’t do… whatever a ninja does.
       —Taijitsu…
       —Taiichi, Taipei, fengshui. Doesn’t matter. —The mother continued—. You two should focus instead on your studies, so as soon as we are home you are doing your homework.
       —But mom! We are gonna miss the show.
       —It’s exactly those shows that feed you kids with crazy ideas. You are doing your homework and that’s final.
       
       ***
       
       Arriving at the Crook’s residence, Mike and Tyler ran to Tyler’s room right away, with his mother shouting in the background:
       —I want to go up there and see you two doing homework, ok?!
       They didn’t even bother to respond, trying to be as fast as possible.
       Tyler’s house was on the outskirts of the residential area of Beverly hills, a two-story building covered in white and an adobe roof. Not too big but big enough to host the small family of three.
       The inside was cosy and had a warm feel to it, Tyler’s room was like any other from the time; walls plastered with music; game and movie posters, toys everywhere, a desk filled with all sorts of trinkets such as pencils; pens; scissors and bits of paper, small shelfs with books; VHS cassettes; plushies and figurines –it was everything a kid could ask for.
       Both kids ran to it, closing the door shut behind them. Mike was eager to start their homework so they could watch the show; rapidly taking everything out of his backpack, but Tyler ran to his wardrobe instead. He started taking out some boxes until a wooden looking gizmo, hidden between all these boxes, appeared.
       —C’mon dude, help me.
       Mike, surprised by it, helped Tyler drag it outside. It was a not-so-old TV, a little worn out but looked rather new regardless. It was a SHARP TV from before the remote control was introduced, having dials to change the volume and the channels, but aside from that it worked like any other TV of the time –the only downside being that instead of cable, they would need to rely on a good signal from the antenna.
       —Cool! But I don’t understand why, with all the money your parents have, you don’t have your own TV.
       —I told you already, mom says that “it’s too distracting” and that I would “stay up late”. Dad gave me this one in case of mom-related emergencies.
       —Your dad is cool.
       —I know… Just wish he was home more often…
       —Yhea, I know what you mean…
       As they talked, both worked arround setting up the TV, having it in the middle between the bed and the desk and near the window to get the best signal possible. Both struggling to get it to work.
       «On- last- of- The last ronin! »
       —We got it dude! —Tyler shouted—.
       Both laid down on the carpet floor as the show made its usual rundown of where the story of “The last Ronin” left off. A lonely ninja that seeks revenge for the murder of his family by the hands of an unnamed villain. According to the intro sequence, he first needs to gather information on who this villain is, and just how far his power reaches –so maybe one day he gets to fight him directly and avenge his clan. Like any other cartoon, this had a runtime of 22 to 30 minutes if you count commercials.
       «The game is Times to Remember! They are playing “Times to Remember” the game where you choose a time window to guess what happened when! »
       «Meditate that. [mystic beat plays] But master, what if we behave badly? You go to Detroit. »
       «[A person is seen sneaking in the backstage of a concert] Mentos, the fresh maker! »
       —I hope you are doing your homework if you want to-
       The mother came in the room, interrupted by the fact that they were in fact, not doing homework.
       —So that’s where your dad’s old TV went, uh?
       She was carrying a dish tray with some soda and snacks.
       —Ok, you do your homework as soon as the show ends or else you are grounded; and I call your parents. —She warned both accordingly—. And I’m having a talk with your father.
       Tyler’s mother albeit not really single; had to raise his son almost as if she was, since her husband was usually out for business related trips. So even if she tried to be harsh, part of her always found a way to be lenient with her child. At the end, the conversation was interrupted by the TV when a huge explosion sound came from the speakers:
       «Tell your boss I am coming for him! »
       —And keep the door open! —The mother shouted—.
       Tyler and Mike ignored the last sentence completely as they were already captured by the start of the show, the mother simply walking out after leaving the tray on the desk.
       
       ***
       
       Meanwhile, near the Mile High Tower, what was clearly a human wearing an all-black stealth suit with light metal armour ran through the alley, being chased by 4 turtles and a rat.
       Their movements fast as lighting made it impossible for the human eye to keep track of, while muffled by the sounds of the subway; and night life of the big apple, the clash of Edo period weapons illuminated for a brief second the silhouette of their bodies.
       The evil villain was clearly better trained or had the most experience, for he had no trouble parrying each attack –only rivalled by the rat lady who got involved when the turtles seemed outplayed, making it clear that she was up par to his skills.
       —It’s insulting how you have me fight mere students, am I not good enough for the great Master Sliver?! —The masked man shouted—.
       —More insulting should be that your plans are being foiled by these students, Shredder. —Sliver responded while ordering the turtles to attack again—. Or should I use your real name, Oroku Saki?
       —I don’t know who told you that name, but that is the last time you’ll say it!
       
       ***
       
       «I don’t know who told you that name, but you’ll say it no more! »
       «And you’ll never know, ronin! For this shall be your grave! »
       The ronin fought against the token villain of the episode, while he remembered what his family and clan taught him about honour and achieving true victory.
       
       ***
       
       —Remember girls, one most complement the other’s movement. —Sliver talked to her students—. Each move most flow to the next and with the previous one with which it connects.
       They tried to act upon the orders that were given, but they were still too out of sync for it to work. Each one of them with their own ideas and fight style.
       —Banzai! —One of them shouted—.
       —No! That sounds too cliché, Wuzza! —The next one argued—.
       —What is even that?! —The third complained—.
       —Take that! —The fourth one tried to shout but her voice was too shy to even be taken as a threat—.
       —Donna, what the hell?
       —Girls! Girls! This is no time to discuss your war cry!
       
       ***
       
       «Kuroishi!»
       The ronin shouted when he jumped into action on that flashback. When he was just a teenager and trained with everyone.
       «You shouldn’t telegraph your attack with a war cry. A ninja is supposed to be sneaky and silent. Move in the shadows. »
       The young ronin seemed bothered with these teachings, thinking that, as long as he attacked first, the shout made no difference; and instead, could be a trademark of terror.
       
       ***
       
       The turtle’s war cry alerted shredder of course, giving him the chance to make some space between himself and the girls –starting to get away as he jumped from roof to roof in the city that doesn’t sleep.
       And in an attempt to chase him down, 2 turtles went back to the sewers to try and block his route, the other 2 and their master continued the chase on the surface, trying to make sure there was no way of losing him.
       
       ***
       
       «Dammit! You won’t get away! »
       The show kept focus on the flashback, the then young ronin had failed his attack as predicted by his master and now had to chase down his target, who turned out to be a sneaky chicken that the farmers of the area always had trouble containing on its coop.
       —Man, I hate re-runs. —Tyler complained—.
       —They did say there was a new episode this week.
       —Probably tomorrow.
       —That sucks, Saturdays I have to help dad. —Mike seemed sad—.
       —Well, I guess we can turn this off then.
       Mike stood up to turn the TV off, making it fade to black just as the ronin did another jump on the chicken, hopefully catching it this time.
       Tyler helped him off by removing the antenna and plugging it off, then, between the two; dragged it back to the wardrobe.
       They were quick to begin working on their homework, theorizing what the next chapter would be and if the main villain would ever show itself, going arround “what if” and “how about” with each character of the cartoon, even as to what the character shout meant.
       —Oh dude, what if the bad guy is his master?
       —That’s cliché as fuck.
       —Exactly, you wouldn’t expect them to do that, makes perfect sense.
       —That is not how it works.
       —Less ninjas, more homework. —The mother interrupted them—.
       She came in with a refill of snacks for them, expecting the TV to be off she was happy to see they kept their word.
       —I’m proud of you two. —She kissed both in the forehead—. Mike, you told your mother you’ll be spending the night here. Right?
       —Yes, Mrs. Crook.
       —Good boys, now finish and go to bed. You’ll have all weekend to do whatever.
       —Yes, mom.
       —Of course, Mrs. Crook.
       They both continued after she left the room, but still talking about the show regardless, but Mike seemed excited to finish quickly regardless of the conversation –after all he told Tyler the day prior that he had a surprise, something he had taken without permission that would be “really cool”.
       
       ***
       
       Meanwhile, the turtles kept chase. Catching up with Shredder who now was sent flying against a sign that now read “—ver-y -ill-”.
       —Tell us what we want to know, Shredder! —The aggressive turtle asked—.
       —From my dead body.
       Shredder was recovering quickly from the impact, standing up and throwing a smoke bomb to the floor as distraction. This confused the turtles as they tried to find him, but the rat, filled with experience, simply ran through the smoke like it wasn’t even there. Shredder was once again creating distance between them to launch his counterattack.
       —Girls, you must keep up! —Sliver shouted—.
       —Freaking coward! —The angry turtle shouted again, mad after failing again—.
       
       ***
       
       Once they were done with their homework, just as fast as they took everything out of the backpacks they put all notebooks back inside, and Mike pulled out the mysterious plastic bag he so much refused to show until now.
       —I got the good stuff right here…
       —Where did you even get it from?
       —My uncle Ron has a bunch of this hidden on his garage.
       —Do you think he’ll notice one missing?
       —Hell no.  Besides, this one is on the best conditions; probably his least favourite.
       It was a magazine, a little used and folded but the print was intact. On the cover the title reads: Penthouse, in the background and covering the whole thing –was a lady, her hands behind her head as she kneeled in front of the camera; spreading her legs wide open. Her breasts were exposed, showing her sweet pink nipples, small breasts but a big ass and only wearing black lingerie panties.
       If it still was on pristine conditions, it would be inside a plastic and transparent bag with a black bar covering her tits, reading: Adults only.
       —No freaking way dude… —Tyler was impressed by her beauty—.
       —I know dude!
       —Don’t shout dumbass…
       —Whatever man, you need to look at this.
       Mike was too excited to show Tyler the magazine while he wanted to take his time looking at the women on it, but since Mike was showing it; he started flipping page after page until a new lady appeared. It looked like she was resting on the floor; a two-page image to show her entire figure.
       But in this one she was entirely naked, and the angle of her resting position since she had to show her breasts too; made it so her pussy could be seen. It wasn’t that much either since it passed quality control, meaning they had to really focus and bring the image up close to see just a bit of it.
       This lady was different, almost no breasts at all, but really perky nipples.
       —I mean, yhea, I can see it, I guess. —Said Tyler a little unimpressed—.
       —It doesn’t get better than this.
       Tyler, doubtful of this claim, took the magazine and started going page after page to see if he could find something interesting. A lot of beautiful women were printed on each one, but nothing caught his interest.
       —I don’t know, like, even Marge has bigger pairs than any of them if you ask me.
       —Bro don’t tell me you are into our Spanish teacher. —Mike wanted to laugh—.
       —Hell no, she’s too old. But I wouldn’t mind a girl with big tits. —Tyler did a hand movement that implied playing with big boobs—.
       —You clearly lack class. Besides, ass is better.
       —Shut up. —Tyler pushed Mike in disbelief—.
       —Ass is the right choice, every time. When you look at a woman pass you by, what do you see? Her ass. When she sits in your lap, the thing that turns you on is? Her warm ass! When you have sex what do you grab on to? HER ASS!
       —Mike, we are both virgins. What the fuck are you talking about?
       —I mean, yes, we are… But when the time comes, you’ll grab her ass. —Mike said with confidence—. Mark my words.
       —You wish dude. —Tyler laughed—. Tits are better, when you were a baby, you ate from one. And if I get a girlfriend and she rides me, then she can look at me and I can look at her tits, and still grab her ass. Or better yet, I can grab her tits. When we kiss? She’ll squish her tits against me. When we take a break? I can rest on her tits like a pillow. Tits are better and have more uses than ass.
       —You’re crazy. —Mike started to sound tired as he yawned—. Let’s just go to bed…
       Tyler yawned as well –but still trying to fuck with Mike, he pointed at the window and yelled:
       —Holy shit, what is happening outside?!
       Mike, surprised by the sudden change of attitude actually turned arround to see outside of the window; only to be greeted with an empty night sky and the neighbours’ houses.
       —What? Where?
       —The turtles! This late at night, in this neighbourhood, localized entirely in front of my house!
       —Really?! —Mike stood up and peeked outside the window; like if all tiredness ran away from him—.
       —No! Duh. —Tyler laughed—.
       —Dumbass… But they are real, and if I see them again, I’m not telling you.
       —Boohoo, let me cry. —Tyler mocked him—. Good night, man.
       As Tyler jumped into his bed, Mike pulled a knob under it, which showed to be a drawer that was as long as the bed itself; for it was a second bed all along. Both of them looked at the window, yet both failed to see that something was actually outside, just too faint to see it yet –a growing tail of smoke that pointed to where the ninja turtles were fighting, not too far from there.
       Closing in on the scene would show Shredder still trying to lose the girls; now using the shadows casted by so many houses exterior lights, waiting for them to turn their guard down and strike from there. But constant reinforcement from Sliver made it impossible for it to happen, it was either a showdown or running away; and he knew he could best the turtles, but Sliver?
       Finally, just a block away from Tyler’s house Shredder finally made himself a target –if he wanted to make it out of there it was now or never, and all he had to do was nock back the 4 girls enough for Sliver to focus on them instead of him. Showdown.
       
       ***
       
       —Finally giving up, Shredder?
       —You know they can’t beat me, Sliver. So, if you care for their safety, you will leave the clan alone.
       —I never took you for a talker, has time taken a toll on your skills?
       —Then, so be it. —Shredder threw a smoke bomb, which began to cover the surrounded area rapidly –leaving all 5 girls on their own as it obscured their vision—.
       —Girls, focus and listen. —Sliver tried to coordinate them—.
       But as the smoke got thicker, Shredder became one with it. You could only follow his steps by faint changes on the smoke’s direction whenever he jumped; but you could only see it after he did –leaving the reaction window too short for anyone untrained.
       The five of them tried to cover their backs and seen from above they almost formed a star-shaped formation, but everyone looking at random made it useless –Shredder delivered the first attack.
       —Shit!
       —Rachel! —Everyone shouted—.
       Rachel was fast enough to repel the attack with her Sais; a dual wielding weapon that resembles a dagger but with two curvy tsuba on each side (also pointy) wielded to the handle. Its purpose is to be able to deflect a direct sword slash but worked well enough for Shedder’s claws as well –sparks briefly lighting up her position to the others as they clashed. But she was just strong enough to repel, not to counterattack.
       —Motherfuck-
       —Leona? —Once again, the rest called out—.
       Just like Rachel, Leona had to take a defensive stance. She also dual-wielded –two katanas, with a long handle and circle guard.
       Like Rachel, she used her weapons to block Shedder’s slash attack and again the sparks lighted up her position to the others. Little by little everyone was aware of the position of the other as they were attacked, or more so tested by him.
       —Donna!
       The Bo staff wielder, a long stick of wood with its handle on the middle. Again, used defensively.
       —Donna?!
       —I-I’m fine girls!
       Since the staff was just wood, it gave no spark, they couldn’t tell her position yet.
       —Michelle!
       The nunchucks are one of the most difficult to use weapons; break the chain that unites the sticks, and it is rendered useless. Thankfully, this chain is made of steel, once again the sparks let the others know of Michelle’s position.
       Shredder knew at that moment not to attack Sliver, a direct confrontation with her would be an immediate defeat. After his first swipe he knew the weakest link would be Donna, not only was she still lost for the others, but was the one who backstepped the most when attacked.
       When they least expected it, she was thrown to the floor outside the smokescreen first. Rachel who had the worst temperament was next, screaming in anger as she also reached the floor.
       Followed by her were Leona and finally Michelle. Having Sliver blinded and alone was Shredder’s best chance to run away and he took it –by the time the smoke went out, Sliver saw the girls on the ground weakened and barely standing up.
       —Girls! —She screamed as she tried to help them up, all of them beaten down to a pulp—.
       —I’m sorry Master Sliver… —Leona apologized—.
       —That piece of shit! —Rachel seemed too angry to recognize defeat—.
       
       ***
       
       While this fight was taking place, on the Crook’s household Tyler was still wide awake, as Mike was fast asleep. He was finishing up reading the magazine, thinking of the girls on each page and how they would pamper him or seduce him. Really getting into the idea of one day “getting it down”, finally putting it inside his backpack instead of Mike’s.
       The clashing sounds of the battle were quickly noticed by him when they called out for Michelle –running straight to the window to see what was going on outside.
       He saw the smokescreen but couldn’t tell much of what was inside, only seeing a silhouette jumping arround it and 5 other figures with no real shape. When they began to come out of it from Shredder’s attacks, he could not believe his eyes: A human-like turtle, or more like a turtle-like human –he still couldn’t tell from the darkness outside, but the faint illumination from the streetlamps helped him solve the puzzle as they reunited post-battle. Not even him could see what attacked them or how, but whatever it had scared him shitless.
       Tyler looked back to Mike who was sleeping like a rock, he thought of waking him up but immediately backed down from the idea –somehow his first predicted reaction was a “told you so” and he wanted none of that. Instead, he put on some sneakers, took his backpack, a compact video camera, a light and ran outside.
       Feeling himself like on an episode of “The last Ronin” as he opted to not use the flashlight and instead sneaked through his backyard and into the front, Tyler could see the turtles getting up after that shameful fight and them carrying each other to the closest sewage lid.
       —I need a bite… —Michelle complained—.
       —Don’t worry Mich, we’ll go to Antonio’s later. —Rachel comforted her—.
       Tyler then talked to himself like an anime monologue, all in his mind as to not actually talk and get caught:
       —The ronin waited for them to get a head start, he knew if he went in right away, they would notice themselves being followed. —He thought to himself—. But first he had to prepare for the road ahead…
       He could already smell the foul scent that came from the sewage, he ran back inside his house and took a cleaning cloth from the kitchen, putting it arround his mouth and nose like a mask. By then the turtles had already gone ahead as he supposedly “planned” so he wasted no time on going out again and getting down the hatch.
       The lower he went the worse the smell, until surprisingly enough the smell disappeared, and a new problem appeared. Where are they? Did he take too long to follow them back?
       Tyler was not let down by this, inspired by his favourite cartoon he went on forward.



