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renaroo · 7 years

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Day 17 Smile: An Endangered Species

Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and related properties are owned by IDW/Viacom/Mirage Studios. Warnings: Canon-typical violence Rating: K+ Pairings: AprilxKarai Synopsis: Only with some teamwork are the girls of the Hamato Clan really able to bring an end to an unexpected sewer intruder. But even under those circumstances, April couldn’t have predicted the rare sight she found with Karai that day. KaraixApril. Sapphic September: Smile

A/N: Another hand on 2k12 TMNT and AprilxKarai~

Karai had very particular habits. The kind that could easily work on the nerves of jumpier, less well prepared ninja. And what would certainly frighten the kind of unexpected kunoichi who played with fans instead of swords.

Among those habits included sticking to the shadows and crawling around the edges of the periphery when it was obvious that someone wanted to travel alone — or at the very least was working to travel without Karai specifically.

These sorts of habits were precisely what Karai had come to rely upon during her tumultuous stay with the Hamato Clan, the family she never knew and the brothers and father that she had never desired before. Keeping to the shadows, keeping hidden, helped Karai stray away from conversations and questions she was not ready to have. With bonds she was not ready to nurture. And with people she had spent a not insignificant amount of time attempting to murder.

But among those complications, none seemed stranger and more aggravating to Karai’s sensibilities than April O’Neil, or the fellow teen’s absolute refusal to give Karai that second chance that Master Splinter — Hamato Yoshi — was so adamant that Karai be allowed to have.

In a way, Karai felt this made April by far the most intelligent of the subterranean family. She hadn’t done enough to deserve the level of trust they tried so desperately to hand over to her.

In another way, Karai wanted to just strangle the perfect little starchild for being a nut Karai simply did not have the power to crack.

So instead, she settled for following. Creepily. Stalkerishly. In the shadows, like a complete villain despite reformation.

With a deep sigh, Karai realized that perhaps old habits were not ideal to slip back into and was prepared to step out of the shadows and reveal herself when April tensed up and spun around toward Karai. The redhead’s tessens extended and her stance rigidly set for battle.

It was enough to make the more trained ninja roll her eyes before stepping forward. “Drop the theatrics,” Karai advised.

“Karai,” April sniffed before straightening up and crossing her arms. Her chin raised slightly as she looked down her nose at Karai. “I should have guessed it was you. I could hear you from a mile away.”

“You heard me from four feet away, Red,” Karai corrected her, stopping short and putting a hand on her hip. “And that was only because I breathed heavily on purpose. I was getting bored of testing your skills. You failed.”

“Maybe I was testing your stealth and was aware ever since we left the lair that you were following me and only turned around because you finally proved to be so loud that I couldn’t take it anymore!” April countered, pursing her lips defiantly.

Raising her brow, Karai waited for April’s facade to break first.

To her surprise, the freckled girl maintained stubbornly. Even with the most boldfaced and ridiculous lie.”

Rolling her eyes, Karai stepped forward toward April again, disarming the girl with surprise. “Whatever, you don’t want to admit you’re failing ninjitsu training it’s between you and my… between you and Master Splinter. I’m just here for the actually interesting bits.”

“I’m not failing ninjitsu—“ April began to argue impatiently just before Karai snatched the tracker that April had firmly stuck to her belt loop. “Hey! Karai! Give that back!”

“Ninja drop out,” Karai taunted, opening the tracker and looking at the red alarm silently going off on the map. “What’s this all about?”

Through some small miracle, April managed to swipe the tracker back and give Karai a look of complete ire before glancing down to the tracker. “It’s the alarm system signal I was going to check on. Donatello and I spent weeks placing alarm systems in the mile radius around the lair so that we’d have a good chance of catching any intruders.”

“Sounds nerdy,” Karai joked. “And boring. It took you weeks?”

“It covers a lot of sewer,” April admitted. “Too much, honestly. Because that that’s what got us alarms constantly going off for regular sewer rats and roaches all the time. They were too sensitive and just too far out.” She stopped and squinted as a shiver went down her body. “Then there was this whole mold problem when the lights on the alarms kept going off that taught me things about Mikey’s diet I will never be able to unlearn now.”

“So why didn’t you take them all down if it’s such a hassle?” Karai asked. “Obviously it did nothing to stop myself and the Foot… back when I was with the Foot and not a member of the Hamato clan. Obviously.”

It was April’s turn to raise a suspicious eyebrow. “Mhmm,” she hummed in return. “Yeah, well, Don and I did go around and pick up most of the alarms, starting with the faulty ones that went off all the time, then the less active ones. I thought we’d gotten all of them, but this sensor just started going off a little while ago so I figured I’d go ahead and snag it myself while the boys were all out.” She then looked expectantly at Karai. “I can do that, because I’m not a ninja drop out and can take care of myself.”

“Well, that’s not true. Because I failed you. Which is obviously why I’m joining you now,” Karai said, snatching the device again and leading the walk down the sewer tunnel. “That and the lair is excruciatingly dull at the moment. I don’t know if I can handle one more soap opera for the sake of my…. Master Splinter.”

When Karai glanced to her side, she found April looking at her with a fairly unfamiliar look. It was unnerving in its lack of snark.

“What?” she demanded in irritation.

“You can call Master Splinter father, you know,” April answered softly. “He’s a father to all of us in a lot of ways but… I mean for you… it’s a different level.”

“Yeah,” Karai gritted out before glaring April’s way. “Know what else it is? Complicated. I’m calling him Master Splinter. That’s an improvement enough for now.”

April looked unconvinced but she allowed silence to lapse between them.

After a few moments, Karai stopped at the sight of a flashing, silent light on the left wall of the tunnel. Then she glanced over to April. “That it?”

“Yeah,” April answered, stepping forward to begin her nerd thing to deactivate the alarm. “Weird, though. I wonder what set it off — usually the culprit leaves at least a trace.”

“Does it matter?” Karai asked. “One annoyance or another, it’s just a distraction at the end of the day.”

With an aggravated groan, April turned enough to look at Karai over her shoulder. “You know, not everything between us has to be complete sass—“ Her green eyes widened to the size of saucers and she let out a shaky gasp as she looked over Karai’s head. “Karai! Behind you!”

Karai furrowed her brows before turning around, hand on the hilt of her katana to be drawn, when she froze in place. Her jaw dropped and eyes widened as she found herself staring at a large, black, scaly mutant snake with bright red eyes and a thick red hood that extended just behind its head to reveal the tattoos of the Foot emblem.

But despite herself, what Karai saw was a pristine look back into a mirror she had long since convinced herself she shattered.

“No,” Karai shuddered.

The hissing serpent mutant began to launch forward toward her, and Karai was still without even a drawn sword.

But the same teeth which sought purchase in Karai’s skin were stopped with a metallic CHING as April stood between them, her tessens each entrapping the snake’s fangs.

“April,” Karai gasped.

“I used to watch Animal Planet all the time,” April gritted out as she fought the snake, circling with its fangs still stuck in her war fans. “The experts always said… if you control a snake’s head, you control everything else!”

Sure enough, the snake followed each jerk of April’s hands, hissing and snarling as it tried to pull back. But before it could, April quickly used her own momentum to flip herself over, and with that, flipped the Foot assassin with her, slamming its back against the sewer brick.

Finally able to gather her wits, Karai quickly unsheathed her katana and raced forward, leaping onto the exposed belly of the assassin and holding her blades against its throat. The snake looked at her wide eyed.

“Slither back to your master and tell him that no mind games will work on me again, I am free of him, and I am free of what he made me,” Karai ordered. For additional motivation, she pressed her blades against his scales even more. “And do it very quickly. For you wore our patience thin.”

With that, Karai jumped to the side and April released her grip on the snake’s fangs to stand beside her. The mutant hesitated, as if considering to attempt to complete its mission anyway, but then quickly thought better, slithering away at an alarming speed and slipping into the darkness.

The two women of the Hamato Clan watched, on guard, until they were both certain that there was nothing else lurking for them.

“Looks like you failed ninjitsu,” April spoke up first.

Karai, confused, looked at April sternly. “What?”

“Obviously this was a practical test for your skills and you didn’t notice the giant snake monster in the shadows following us,” April continued, sliding her fans closed as she rotated her wrists. “So you flunked ninjitsu. Sorry.”

Silence fell between them as April finally looked back at Karai, reading her face for an expression. Karai was so befuddled she could hardly offer one before she could no longer help herself.

She burst out laughing, gut busting laughter as she doubled over her stomach, a face splitting grin on her face as she couldn’t contain it.

“Hey,” April laughed with her. “You’re laughing! And smiling! At me! And here I thought Karai Smiles were on the endangered species list. Never knew all I had to do for one was be a little twerp.”

“Not a twerp,” Karai laughed, wiping her eyes roughly with the back of her hand. “Just… just you. I just need to be… liked by you.”

April seemed caught off guard for a moment but then a satisfied smile crossed her face and she reached toward Karai with an open hand. “Well, I have to say that you’re well on your way.”

“That’s enough for now,” Karai agreed, accepting her hand and gripping it tightly. “More than enough. Thank you… April.”

Once April helped Karai stand back up, they put away their respective weapons and began to return home without the sensor.

It seemed to have been well placed after all.

#SaphSep2017 #writing #turtle fic #April O'Neil #Karai Hamato #AprilxKarai

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andrea-odown · 6 years

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Publish your WIP list? 😁

I’ll try. XD (This list is not intended to be exhaustive.)

Fanfictions:A Promising Past (Sing - JohnnyXAsh)Only one more chapter and the epilogue are left to be written, but I still have 10 chapters ready to publish.

Codes and Emotions (VLD - PidgeXLance)Only one chapter left. Yay! ^^

Lessons in Love (Sing - JohnnyXOC)I am not sure if I’ll ever pick up this story again because some things that happened in the fandom sort of ruined the fandom and this story especially for me. But you never know. :)

Lessons in Love - Outtakes (Sing - JohnnyXOC; NSFW)Again, not sure if I’ll pick this story up again. We’ll see. Maybe when I’m in the mood to write some sexy stuff. :)

My Name Is (TMNT 2012 - Karai)Antother story I might continue one day - especially since a friend of mine likes it so much. :)

Shatters of the Heart (TMNT 2012 - RaphXApril)Belongs on the “to be continued one day, maybe”-list as well. But I really like what I’ve written so far. :)

The Space Between Us (VLD - PidgeXLance)One more chapter almost ready to be published, then it’s time to get back to writing. :)

The Things We Do (TMNT 2012 - AprilXKarai mostly; NSFW)I have quite some chapters ready to be published for this story, but I’m not sure if I’ll ever publish them. File that under “maybe - maybe not”. XD

One story I agreed to write for a Pidgance-zine (VLD - PidgeXLance, obviously XD)I have an idea of what to write and plan on doing so soon. ^^

A one-shot for a friend because she won a give-away (Sing - Gunter)I already know what to write, but it’s taking me waaaaaaaaayyyy too long… >.

Original:Walls of ViennaMy YA-novel that is mostly written, but needs some major editing. *coughs*

Thanks for asking, @hailqiqi! *hugs*

#hailqiqi

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millin21 · 9 years

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Kunoichi Squared (Karai x April)

sorry this was late :/

Anyone who doesn’t ship this look away

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!

General:

How long will they last? - i don’t know. as long as they can?

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - it takes a while.

How was their first kiss? - awkward. very awkward. (mostly because Karai isn’t used to expressing her feelings.)

Wedding:

Who proposed? - April.

Who is the best man/men? - Donnie and/or Leo.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Mikey.

Who did the most planning? - April.

Who stressed the most? - Karai.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - SHREDDER

Sex:

Who is on top? - switches

Who is the one to instigate things? - Karai.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - *shrugs*

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - yes

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - one or two

How many children will they adopt? - ??? maybe one?

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - April

Who is the stricter parent? - Both are kinda strict in different ways.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - April.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - April.

Who is the more loved parent? - Both for different reasons.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? April.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Karai

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Both, but Karai would go all cop on anyone who would try to approach their child.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - April.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - April.

Who does the grocery shopping? - April.

How often do they bake desserts? - Not very often?

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat, though they try to have an even meal.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Karai would try (and fail) and April saves the day.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - April.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - April: “KARAI GET AWAY FROM THE STOVE!”

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - They’re both pretty tidy.

Who is really against chores? - Neither.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Karai always wanted a pet and does an alright job at cleaning after it.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - neither.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Karai.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Karai.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Karai?

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Karai.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - April. (Much to Karai’s embarrassment)

What are their goals for the relationship? - To keep out of trouble for a week (and failing)

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Karai?

Who plays the most pranks? - April (though rarely)

#karaixapril #aprilxkarai #kunoichi squared #millin21 answers meme #shipping meme #anon #i don't pay much attention to this ship so i hope i did alright

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renaroo · 8 years

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Not Alone Anymore

Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and related properties are owned by IDW/Viacom/Mirage Studios. Warnings: Canon-typical violence Rating: K+ Pairings: AprilxKarai Prompt: ( anonymous ) Awesome, thanks! Some of the good femslash potential for TMNT2012 only emerged this current season with a new character, but my OTP remains AprilxKarai. So maybe something with Karai patching up an injured April with their typical snarky banter? If you please and thank you. :)

A/N: This is actually my first time writing in the 2012 continuity so I hope my voices feel right. It’s actually a blast writing a younger April and Karai from what I’m used to, and hopefully you’ll enjoy this too, anon!

Being hurt didn’t have the stakes it used to.

April remembers being younger and being smaller, how just the idea of pain was enough to make her hesitate and rethink things. The threshold for it was so low, like a child first learning not to touch a hot stove.

Hurt is something that teaches, but it also numbs. Physically, anyway.

It numbs with callouses over time and with endurance and skills learned -- until you’re no longer a kid and suddenly hurt is something that doesn’t just describe something physical. It describes the feeling of a young girl scared she’ll never see her father again. Of a friend who feels sick with worry and guilt when her new family is endangered for her sake.

For April, maturing is about learning the different ways she can be hurt, but not back down.

But none of them are quite as difficult to deal with as the hurt of feeling replaced.

She tells herself that it’s not fair to think that way. She tells herself that it’s not fair to be so vehemently antisocial toward someone simply for existing in a occupancy that she once held so dear and privately to herself.

But it’s hard. Because being best friend, sister, daughter -- those roles are things April loves about herself.

And they’re roles she is now sharing with Karai.

Karai. The woman who was once the enemy.

Now she’s...

Now Karai belongs maybe even more than she does and April just isn’t sure anymore how she’s supposed to deal with that.

So she does what the Hamato Clan has taught her as they took her under their proverbial wings. She goes to the dojo, knowing that at the time it is Splinter’s soap opera hour and the boys are out getting a pizza. She takes time to stretch, to wrap her bare feet and knuckles with tape.

Then she goes to work letting out all the feelings that she can.

There are the katas from Leo, the dodges and rolls from Mikey, the straightforward punches to the sandbag from Raph, and of course the staff practice from Don.

She puts them all to use in rapid succession, perhaps overlooking the most important of all -- meditation from Splinter.

But she doesn’t feel like meditating. April feels like hitting things.

Hitting things that frustrate her. That she can pretend, just for a second, are Karai’s smug expression being wiped right off her face.

“What are you doing?”

April’s sweeping motions become unbalanced with her surprise and her momentum carries into the swing of her practice bo. With a short yelp, she swings out wildly toward the source of the voice.

Fortunately (or unfortunately as it may be), Karai catches the staff in one hand and raises an eyebrow coolly at April.

“What are you doing?” April finally sputters back, trying to yank the bo back from Karai’s grip.

Karai tugs back. “I asked first.”

“I chose not to answer first,” April grits out, grabbing the staff with both hands and pulling with all her might. And, as April probably should have been expecting, Karai released the staff and allowed April to fall backward onto the tatami mats. “Ugh! Why are you even here!?”

Rolling her eyes, Karai folds her arms. “I live here now.”

“Not in the dojo, go to your room or something! Hang out with Splinter or the guys! Leave me this when I want to work through my frustrations,” April snaps. She closes her eyes and waits for the sound of Karai doing so. Of course, it didn’t come and when April opens her eyes she sees that Karai has walked over to the practice weapon rack and is grabbing a staff for herself. “Uh, hello! Did you hear me--”

“You’re sloppy and it’s a disservice to Splinter’s lessons to you,” Karai critiques.

“Master Splinter,” April corrects her. “And my technique is-is flawless! Don told me so--”

“He’s sloppy in the same way you are, so that makes sense,” Karai replies, turning around to face April. She shows off, spinning the bo around herself and then aiming it toward April. “You both practice technique stiffly. There’s a lack of cohesion because you’re thinking too much. You’re two of a kind. Makes sense.”

“We can’t all be little ninja princesses,” April mocks.

Karai’s eyes narrow. “Fight me.”

Caught off guard, April drops her shoulders. “What?”

“Fight me. Spar. Practice,” Karai demands. “Instead of moping around and doing yourself a disservice by practicing the wrong techniques, spar with me and learn how to fight with instinct instead of a predictable rhythm with the same moves repeated over and over again.” Her eyes gleam with something almost dangerous. “Fight me, April.”

Nervous, April hesitates before shaking her head. “No, that’s stupid. I’m not on your level--”

“You’re not,” Karai agrees. “Fight me.”

Puffing out her bottom lip, April narrows her eyes at Karai. “Why? So you can just beat me up for fun?”

A certain smile came across Karai’s lips. “Maybe.” Then, again, “Fight me.”

There are few things that April despises more than losing, and one of those is giving Karai satisfaction. Which is ultimately what makes this a no-win proposition for her.

But, of course, April doesn’t like backing down either.

With a quick yell, April pulls the staff into a full forward swing. It’s predictably blocked by Karai, but its momentum leads into her attempt to pivot around to Karai’s more exposed left side with the second strike.

Karai blocks again.

They continue in this manner, striking, blocking, pivoting.

April remembers that Leonardo once told her that fighting is a lot like dancing with a partner. There isn’t winning so much as there is falling in line with the steps and biding your time in the steps until you can take the lead.

Thing is, April has never been a huge fan of dancing either.

She knows Karai isn’t trying, at least not really. There’s no attack on her end, just defense and that cocky smile that April would give almost anything to wipe off her face. It makes April strike harder, faster, wilder.

With ease, Karai leads their dance.

Then, just as April least expects it, Karai pivots forward and knocks the staff out of April’s tightened grip as if she had not been holding it at all.

Shocked, April looks at Karai just as the former Foot kunoichi whips both of April’s raised wrists, knocking them down to her sides and leaving nothing between the end of the staff and April’s throat.

Swallowing, April can feel the grind of the wood against her skin.

Her heart’s pounding as she looks into Karai’s smirking face. Then, surprisingly, Karai lets up and eases up, stepping back with a laugh and throwing up her staff before catching it midair again.

“Too stiff,” she points out again. “Relax.”

“Ugh!” April growls. “I know what I’m doing, you just... took me by surprise. That’s all, alright? Don’t let it get to your head!” April snaps.

“You’re right. My high confidence couldn’t take another boost. It’d become too overpowering,” Karai remarks, though April swears she cannot tell how much of it is sarcasm or not.

One thing April can tell, though, is when she has an opening.

Karai’s smugness is nearly wiped off her face when April lunges toward the kunoichi’s knees and below her center of gravity, toppling her over April’s shoulders just like Raphael has taught her.

Or, at least, it should have, if Karai wasn’t as slippery as a snake, so to speak, and maneuvers out of April’s grip, pushing off her back and sending April to the floor as she lands delicately on the mats.

There is no such delicacy as April fins herself careening toward the ground and only moment to try and tuck into a roll that doesn’t quite work out for he, rolling her from a bruised shoulder to the weapons rack where he left ankle smacks into the metal fittings that kept the rack attached firmly to the wall.

Letting out a sharp cry of pain, April got onto her but and immediately recoiled her injured limb, hands grasping around the ankle and foot as she bit back hisses from the searing pain.

In the corner of her eyes, April could see Karai, and she fully expects laughter or a look of amusement. But she doesn’t see it. What she gets instead is a notable look of surprise followed by Karai freezing up.

April decides to ignore Karai for the moment, tending to her already swelling ankle instead when Karai suddenly slides in to her side, looking alarmed.

“I didn’t mean... You shouldn’t have...” Karai thinks out loud before glaring at April. “Why did you go and hurt yourself?”

“Ugh! Are you serious right now?” April yells back.

“Yes! No... I mean,” Karai growls and slams her fists down on the ground beside her. “This is so hard!”

Not knowing what Karai is referring to, April simply shakes her head and points back toward the other end of the dojo. “Grab the medicine kit. I sprained my ankle and I’ll need to compress it before it swells up too much.”

"I don’t...” Karai hesitates, looking over her shoulder then back to April. “I don’t know where that is.”

“Seriously?” April demands, frustration high in her voice. “Over by the sink, under the counter. It’s... It’s a medical kit, you know? With the red cross--”

“Okay, fine! I know what a kit is,” Karai blasts back as she raises to her feet. Once more, she hesitates, chewing on her lip, before walking with less confidence in the direction where April directed.

Ankle throbbing, April quickly turns her attention back to the swelling and groans to see a purpling bruise already in the works.

Before she knows it, Karai is back -- always so quick and quiet -- and dropped down to her side, medical kit in her lap.

“Do you know how to wrap a compress?” April asks.

“I could make one out of the sleeve of my own shirt if I needed to,” Karai answers, pulling out the adhesive wrap.

“We’ll need to ice it, too,” April points out.

“Well, I didn’t see any ice under the sink,” Karai snaps.

April barely keeps her eyes from rolling out of their sockets. “Oh my gosh, you can’t be serious -- here!” April says, reaching over Karai and taking a cold pack from it. “These have chips inside of them that you break like this,” she flattened the bag between her hands, “and activate them for cooling. See.” She hands the bag back to Karai. “Wrap that against my ankle, too.”

“Normally I leave my enemies to tend their own wounds,” Karai replies, taking the cold pack and doing as ordered.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly ask for your help here today so that’s on you,” April retorts, crossing her arms. She then flinches as the compress is pulled tight.

“Sorry,” Karai says unexpectedly, wrapping more carefully. “And I didn’t... I wasn’t including you.”

Grunting a bit in response to the pain, April looks at Karai testily. “Including me in what?”

“An enemy,” Karai clarifies, looking up toward April. “It came out that way but... it’s far from what I meant. So. I’m sorry. It’s more accurate to say that... I’m not used to taking care of people. Or caring about people. Or approaching people... or liking people... or not fighting people...”

“Wow, when you put it all that way, it’s almost like you suck or something,” April can’t help but laugh.

“Only at the things that matter,” Karai snarks back.

April lets out a deep breath. “Look... Karai, it’s not your fault. About the ankle. You were just sparring. I’m... I have been not so great with adjusting to having you around. Everyone here they’re... It’s my second family. And I’m not used to sharing that yet... to feeling like someone else can take my place. But that’s wrong of me. And I’m sorry.”

“No one can take your place, are you kidding?” Karai asks critically. “Have you seen what they’re all willing to do for you? I’m... family. But I was also an enemy. No one knows where my place is yet. So if I’ve been irritating or imposing on you lately it’s... it’s only because I’m hoping that maybe, learning from you, I’ll figure out where my place in the family is, too.”

Surprise no doubt shows on April’s face and she pulls her legs tenderly into a lotus position, sitting across from Karai. “I’m sorry, Karai. I had no idea... and more than that, I’ve not been welcoming. Which isn’t fair.”

“It’s really not,” Karai laughs. “You make it so hard for a girl to get ahead. I mean, even after I asked all the guys to let us have the lair alone.”

April blinks. “That’s why they’re not here? Because you told them to go?”

Kaai shrugs. “They didn’t have to listen.”

“No, it’s alright,” April says, nervously reaching up and brushing some hair from her cheek. “Heh, I guess... I guess I see the value in having some alone time now. Let’s us talk about things.”

“We needed that,” Karai agrees.

“Maybe see things we didn’t before,” April nods.

“Hopefully,” Karai replies, smile still present, though April no longer sees it as snark. It is a cover for something more hesitant, more fragile. More hopeful. “I’d like if we tried.”

“Me, too,” April says. “After all, neither of us are alone anymore.”

#writing #turtle fic #femslash february #AprilxKarai #April O'Neil #Karai Hamato

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