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The Siren's Lotus (Leonardo x OC)

Prologue: Bradford's new friend (Unedited)

Ever since she was young she was taught to be a good fighter as she trained under her clan but as her father’s daughter she was taught to always cover her face and as the eldest daughter she must bear all the responsibilities of its legacy. It’s what she lived for all her life and it is what drives her to this day, wishing one day her father will see her worth as his oldest daughter.

She sat near her father Oroku Saki, the Shredder. Outside the room where she sat she heard the quiet movement in the dark room of the other foot clans ninjas combat against Bradford. She imagines him standing there in the middle of it as they all surround him as he awaits their move. How one would strike him with their weapon only for him to catch it in between his hand to throw him on the ground, as another came to strike him missing logging their weapon into the floor only for another to attack him from his back but that didn’t stop him. Punching him from behind, he pushed the ninja back enough to lay another punch and kick, knocking him off. Another ninja struggled to get their weapon free seeing he’s the last one but as he did so Bradford forced his weapon away and kicked to the floor before he could make a move.

Standing in the middle once again but this time he’s the last standing.

Standing she opened the sliding doors of the room revealing another person there with her father facing away from them to the window of the night. Seeing his appearance Bradfrod faced him bowing acknowledging his master. Knowing of this conversation, Shredder wants to know his training isn’t wasted and it all being useful as he informs his master that he settled an army of foot clan ninjas awaiting his orders. “Excellent.” Shredder said. “Cause I discovered an old enemy in New york.” The afro-latino man standing there with their master threw a photo to him.

“Hamato Yoshi.” This surprised both Bradford and herself, always believing him to be dead from Shredder's mouth. “He’s training ninja’s of his own. Finally I will finish what I started all those years ago. I want them all wiped out!” He spoke with hatred in his voice she could almost flinch. Bradford bowed his head to Shredder. “I will not fail you master Shredder.”

“I know.” Shredder responded. “But to be certain you will work alongside Xever.” The afro-latino walked in front to the other side of the door flipping a knife in his hands. “And she will continue serving alongside you until I deem fit.” He said obviously referring to her as the only ‘she’ in this room.

Bradford stood up pointing a finger at Xever leaning against the wall as the man held a smirk. “I don’t need any help! Especially from this street rat!” Xever held a sly grin on his face. “Are you sure rich boy?” He said it knowing it’ll set him off and like he wanted Bradford got into his face. She stood up ready to get in between both men but Shredder's blaring voice stopped them. “I am not interested in your Petty Rivalry!” He continued speaking of why Xever was needed, he was familiar with the dark undersetting of the city he forced it upon Bradford that ‘He’ will work together.

Deciding it was time she stepped in front cutting into the two men. “Don’t worry Master Shredder, we will find Splinter and his disciples and destroy them.” She assured him by bowing down. Bradford let out scoff before leaving as Xever let out a breathy laugh mocking him.

As Xever and the other foot ninja’s left too she was on her way out too before Shredder called her name. “Yes, Shredder.” She turned to face him. His back once again faced her. “Do not fail me, daughter.” His voice was low and raspy, warning her. “If you do, there will be consequences.” Her brows furrowed though he couldn't see, she understood what he meant and what he’ll do but there were various that she did not know what he’ll do.

“I won’t fail you, father.” Is all she said before leaving.

As per their orders she was forced to work with the two men and they bickered and couldn’t get along. The only way the two didn’t bicker is if they spoke between her, giving them the warning she will make their asses hell if they didn’t get along as long as in her presence and out on their missions. To save her from a headache they did what she said beside the small bickering that she found a bit amusing.

Sparring with Bradford her body burned with the amount of movement and punching and being punched and thrown from. Going forward for a punch he continuously dogged her attacks one of her punches his hand grabbed her wrist throwing her over his shoulder. “You're too eager.” He warned. She groaned, turning her body towards him. “I know.” Throwing one kick towards his crotch he was one second too late as stinging pain struck him making him bend over covering his crotch. “You..Play dirty.”

“I know.” She said getting up grabbing a towel whistling to him to catch it then getting one for herself.

“You’ve been learning to become Ninja these past few years. I believe you should’ve learned by now.” He said out of the blue. “I know, but I prefer what I was raised with.” He grunted in response.

Perhaps he was right but she was in no mood right now to talk about how she must be a ninja. The martial art has nothing wrong that she finds it’s just something she’s not interested in. Especially when it’s forced upon her. The martial art of being in the shadows awaiting an attack. Perhaps she was arrogant in her strength but she liked the history and fighting style of being a samurai more. It was more comfortable for her, mayhaps.

Alerted back to a small sound from her phone she opened it to find a notification from a social media website both her and Bradford share, well it’s mostly him who manages it. He just pressures her to post photos as well mostly because of how much he gets messages from girls and posting her will give the impression online he’s taken and he won’t be bothered. She only agreed as long as he doesn��t post her face too much and he gives her money so she could treat herself to food.

Looking through the notifications she saw a faceless profile send a friend request to Bradford. The name was oddly familiar to those ninja turtles they fought in that alley a few nights ago, without thinking much though she accepted the friend request. Bradford always did for some reason, well it was more her accepting random profiles just because. For that she blames herself for needing a fake girlfriend to show off but if he kept more to himself he wouldn't have that issue.

Throwing the phone to the softest surface she leaned against the doorway of the room Bradford was stretching in. “Oh by the way you got a new friend.” Is all she said before walking away.

“What!” He almost shouted. “What Friend?! Come Back, What Friend?!”

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Few nights later that day after an exhausting day of more training she decided to spend the evening cooking perhaps for herself if Bradford doesn’t come on time like he said would but she knows he doesn’t. Taking out the leftover tamales she had in the fridge she placed them in the fridge for a good fifteen seconds while she heated the pan with corn oil. Placing the tamale on the pan the oil splashed a little making her wince a bit from the sparks of pain it would cause on her from the oil but continued frying the tamale till it had a nice crisp outer. Plating it with crema and the refried beans she had warmed up today she was almost ready to sit down to eat before the opening of the door revealing Bradford and his guest.

One of the ninja turtles is behind him. It wasn’t the smarter ones, it was the more gullible of the four, the orange turtle. “Woah! Bradford this is where you live!” The turtle looked around the condo with curious eyes. It was kinda cute.

The young turtle dashed forward. “Sup dudette, Names Michelangelo!” He introduced himself, The orange masked turtle was almost flamboyant in the way he introduced himself and very extroverted it caught her off guard. It was very different from Bradfords and her personality. “Nice to meet you michelangelo.” She shook his hand as Michelangelo shook it a bit more enthusiastically with both hands staring at her amazed. “Wait! You live with Chris Bradford?” He pointed at the man next to him, she nodded yes. “Sooo, are you his girlfriend?” His arms crossed pointing at both of them.

Bradford looked almost awkwardly at her before clearing his throat thinking of a lie to tell mickey. “She’s just here to stay for a bit as her agency readies her apartment.” He said while it was true why she was in the city, he lied about why she was here in the condo when she obviously had the freedom to go to other places. She nodded at Bradfords reasoning. “He’s just a friend that’s generous enough to let me stay for a few nights while my boyfriend is away. Now are you hungry?”

Mikey grinned. “Heck Yeah, Dudette!” He exclaimed excitedly. “Pizza!” Following her to the kitchen the aroma of the food she was previously frying up filled the room. She had apologized to Mikey for not have pizza but tamales, something he never had but she encouraged him to try explaining everything he was being given.

Placing the plate down in front of him, he stuffed it in his face without a warning, seemingly he was the opposite of a picky eater. “Dude, this is soo good!” He complimented sparkles in his eyes. “Oh sorry, Dudette.” He fixed his way of calling her realizing she’s a girl. “Uh What is this again?” He asked, now being curious at what he’s eating when he’s almost finished.

At the corner of her eye she watched Bradford stand not so far leaving it all upon her. “It’s corn tamales, They’re mostly called Tamales de maiz where I’m from. I usually like it fried up with a side of refried beans and crema.” She offered Michelangelo more to which he eagerly agreed and she was happy to offer him more.

“As I clean, Bradford could give you a tour of the condo while you're here.” She suggested eyeing Bradford motioning for him to do it, and seemed like he would do it with a bit of complaining to which she gave a silent glare at him for. “Hanging out with Chris Bradford!” Mikey exclaimed excitedly, bouncing off his seat towards where Bradford was walking, probably talking and basking in the presence of a person he admires.

Later after the young turtle left Bradford confronted her. “What Was That?! Are you trying to make a fool out of me?!” She looked almost offended. He would even assume that. “That kid clearly adores you, take advantage of his admiration and you’ll have the turtles like my father wanted.” She explained. Bradford furrowed brows in anger softened at her explanation. It was smart, this way they had an easy target through Mikey despite how cruel it’ll be. It was the way to fool one to get all of them.

He backed off but pretended to be irritated pointing a finger at her. “Next time you consult me first before you do this.” She waved it off with a small ‘sure’ walking in the opposite direction. Taking a stop before her next step she turned to Bradford. “Just pretend for a little longer, ask him of himself or his family. Or leave the lying to me.”

Walking into the halls she passed by Xever nodding acknowledging him. “You’ve done well, muneca” She turned to Xever hearing his voice surprised a little of the name he had called her by. “Deception, good choice.” He smirked her way. She nodded, turning her whole body his way. “¿Cómo te ha ido?” She asked him interlining her hands behind her back. “Bein.” He responded by messing with that knife as always. She didn’t see him much but every time she’s seen him now he’s always with that knife.

“You like the knife?” He asked but as she went to speak he threw it to her, having her quickly catch it. He walked past the confused girl holding the knife. “Think of it as a congratulation gift with the new agency.” Now she was more confused, as much as she knew the only people that knew about the agency were Bradford and her father unless he overheard conversations which he looks like the person to do. Sighing she stared at the butterfly knife in her hand taking it with her to her room.

Dressing in more formal clothing she met with someone from the agency providing her an apartment since she’ll be staying in New York mostly instead of being in high demand shows and having to travel a lot. Her father wanted her to stay focused on Ninja work and his vengeance rather than being a mercenary, while it is most time a toxic job to have from always being the idea of perfection it was good for her to stay away from her father, only visiting throughout the years for her sister.

She listened as the business woman showed her a tour of the house, it had a lot of space for an apartment and while it didn’t have anything Japanese like she grew up with she was pleased with how beautiful it is. Though she had many other options her father had, her sister chose this specific one because it was some distance from the mansion, giving her the reason”You deserve some space from father”. She could almost laugh about it now.

At the end of the tour, the older lady concluded it all. “It’s so nice Mr. Oroku is volunteering to pay for his daughter, not many fathers these days can do that.” She said, smiling at the young woman. She tried to smile back. “Yes, he does like to spoil me as much. I refuse, he still pushes.” It was all a lie, he did it to have some control over her. He always wanted control, especially over her but yet he also wanted space.

But she’s nineteen now so he doesn’t have as much control anymore. Where he doesn’t expect her to be is where she’ll be. If she was being honest she was a bit afraid to rebel against her father so she decided with her own money she’d get a second apartment. It wasn’t bad either despite the neighborhood wasn’t considered a good place to live and it didn’t seem like the place a person like her would move but she had memories around there so it held a soft spot in her heart.

Returning back to the condo she could feel a familiar presence around the corner. Placing her mask on she could already tell who it was. “Michelangelo, you're free to come out. It’s just me.” As she said that Mikey came out of hiding in the corner looking embarrassed rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like a cute little kid who thought he had done something wrong. “Sorry, Miss.”She gave him a small smile. “If you're looking for Bradford he’s not here yet, so you’ll unfortunately have to hang out with me for a bit.”

“You're cool, miss, Michelangelo, will you keep you company..” He gave a big grin and a thumbs up. She let out a laugh. “Glad you think that.” Inside she placed all things down, motioning Mikey to come inside. “I have something to show you I think you will like.” She told him to which he followed with confused eyes. Opening the sliding doors she allowed him to enter then herself closing the doors behind her, in the room it was a bit empty aside from old ninja weapons Bradford collected and a few of her canvas paintings that were kept in there.

“Whoa, cool look at that Katana?” He looked amazed at the old katana getting closer to the old weapon. “That looks old," he looked over the weapon, touching it across the designs. From where she sat on the desk in the room she looked over at Mikey admiring the katana. “It’s over four hundred years old.” She informed him of the weapon. “So, Mikey, do you have any family members who are skilled in ninjutsu? From the way you sparred with Chris the other day you look experienced.”

Mikey turned to her and took the katana out of the saya. “Listen miss, there are some things I need to keep secret.” She understood that and he’s smart for thinking that, but even so he was still an easy target to manipulate. “If you're gonna be here more often I’m gonna have to know more about you.” She got up from where she sat and walked towards the turtle grabbing his hand to take the katana he’s been flinging around. “We’re friends aren’t we?” She asked in an almost genuine way.

“You're right.” Mikey smiled. “We are friends and friends tell secrets. But where do I start?” He looked down in thought like he was thinking of what the next answer of an equation is. “For starters, do you have any siblings? I have a sister myself.”

“I do have three older brothers but they don’t understand me.” He said pouting at the mention of his brothers. “Really? How so?” She sat over the couch that was in her, scooting over patting for him to sit as well. When he sat down he slouched. “They’re good dudes but they don’t respect me, anything I do they’re yelling at me though it’s because of something I did but that's besides the point.” He ranted.

“As an older sister the only times I yelled at my sister was out of concern and care for her. I’m sure it’s the same for your brothers.”

“Maybe so but they’re still mean.” He pouted. His hide popped up more, lighting up an idea in his head. “Miss how about I be your brother instead!” She looked somewhat surprised at his words. “Why would you want that?” She asked him, bewildered by his suggestion. “Uh- I can protect you!” He stood in that same pose Bradford poses for his billboard. Smiling at the young turtle she got up patting him as she walked past him. “Bradford will be here soon, I'll give you boys some pizza while you guys have your playdate.”

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