April sat down across the woman dressed in black in the restaurant's back office. "You said this was about one of my employees?"
"Yes," she adjusted her skirt, smoothing out a wrinkle. Her jade eyes looked to the redhead sharply, "Raphael Hamato."
April's shoulders squared off, her muscles stiffening. She hadn't been able to visit the boys since they were submitted to the hospital but she did call them after hours every day. She was aware of the accident and Raphael's current troubles. She was going to come and visit him today but was caught by this unexpected visitor. "What about him?"
The woman smiled, her eyes taking in April seeing how tense she was. This woman obviously cared for the twins. "Don't worry, I used to be their school teacher back in Japan."
"You... you were?" The redhead visibly relaxed. "Then... what is this about?"
"My career has changed a year after the Hamato twins moved to America with their uncle. And through this... change, I have run into certain pathways that continue to come back to the boys."
"What are you getting at? They haven't done anything wrong."
"No, no they haven't. But someone close to them... has and it is my job to gather as much information as I possibly can."
The woman pulled out a small black wallet and opened it, handing the credentials to April. The New Yorker swallowed reading the name Karai Oroku signed in a flowery penmanship under the badge for Interpol. This... wasn't good. She handed back the wallet and took a deep breath trying not to jump to conclusions. "What can I do for you?"
Karai tucked the wallet back into the breast pocket of her suit, "I take it that you are a close friend besides an employer."
"Me and my fiancee are, yes."
"Have you or your fiancee, Casey Jones, hear anything about someone from Raphael and Donatello's past coming to visit them?"
"No. They don't ever speak about what happened in Japan... what little we know we got from their parents."
"Yoshi and his wife."
"Aa, I see. Has anyone come around here asking about them, showing interest in them?"
"Besides you... there was one person."
"What did this person say?"
"Only that you don't see many turtles around and that he'd be around for a while so he was looking forward to coming back."
"And why does this stand out to you?"
April's brows knitted together in worry, "Because he came in and said that after the accident."
It was only a few days later that Raphael's body started to accept the antibiotics and was showing a suggnificant success in recovery. His fever had broken and he was able to at least attempt to sit up on his own. He was pretty certain that he would have been able to sit up on his own if Michelangelo didn't help him every time he even tried. It was getting annoying but... he couldn't bring himself to tell her to back off. She was always there, her soft voice, her pretty powder blue eyes, he was growing accustomed to having her there. Feeling her hands clasp his every time he started to drift off to sleep, hearing her hum if he became restless. She was soft and warm... like spring sunshine.
Raphael was looking out the window when Michelangelo came back with a purse packed with some lunch. She sat down beside him and dug out some drinks and sandwiches. Raph had asked her to get some real food now that he could handle solids. After a day of hospital food he figured he could stick with their health regulations without having to suffer from eating chicken that tasted like a combination of tuna and turkey. If he could eat chicken he rather have real chicken. So he gave Michelangelo his card, pin number and sent her off. She left without question, only touched his face softly and told him to rest. But the whole time she was gone he couldn't rest. His mind kept going back to her. How she never left his side. She had her sister and father didn't she? Why stay with him this whole time?
When Mikey handed Raph his almond chicken lunch he let his fingers linger over hers just for a moment. She instantly noticed, her teal cheeks blushing as she looked away. She liked him. That reaction wasn't something given to someone who you only cared about as a friend. A lot of what she was doing was things that... that a girlfriend or a wife would do... and with all this stress of his health fluctuating, being in a foreign land, getting attacked in an alleyway, everything... she was a strong girl. He liked women who could withstand stress.
"Mikey, where's your sister?" He decided to inquire.
She shrugged, shoulders slumping more than usual. "Do not know." She started to pick at her salad.
"He not care."
Raphael frowned, "He doesn't care about what?"
Mikey just put some lettuce in her mouth and remained quiet.
"Mikey," his voice turned stern. She was hiding something and he didn't like it. He never liked secrets, ever. "I may have been sleeping most this time but even I've noticed you're not around your family any more. What happened?"
"They no care!" She thumped her salad to the side suddenly not hungry any more. "No want to talk about it..."
"Sorry..." He just held his lunch and the cheep wooden chopsticks in his hands. His stomach hurt a bit but his mind and heart were running around in circles. He looked outside, the clouds were still over the sky but at least it wasn't raining. "Lets get married."
"Excuse me?" she blurted out in Japanese, completely caught off guard.
The emerald turtle was still looking outside up at the sky, he looked back and his red-ish eyes were piercing, "In Japan it's not legal for proto-humans like us to marry until we're in our twenties, but here the laws are different, we can marry soon as we're 18."
She had to take a few calming breaths. She wanted to jump on him and scream yes, but she had to at least try to understand why he was asking. Yes she wanted him as a boyfriend but skipping that to marriage? "Why ask me that?"
Raphael looked down to his lunch, looking over every delicately placed piece of meat and rice. This wasn't bought at a restaurant. "You've... been by me this whole time. I..." his eyes darted around a little as he tried to catch some thoughts. "I don't know women well, I don't know people well in general. But I do know that you're too good to give up on or pass by. If you just want to... to try to be my girl first I'll understand. But I... I mean, you obviously cooked this not got it from some place. What guy turns away from a girl that's willin' to stick with his crippled shell and be so-so good to 'im when he's been nothin' but a jerk to her?" He really didn't know why he was asking her to marry him, it was stupid but... he just felt like it was the right thing to ask.
Michelangelo leaned over, tilting her head to look him in the eyes, "You not jerk. You..." she blushed deeply, "You fine person. Protect weak and innocent like noble samurai. You help with my English, you save me when I in trouble, carry me when I in pain. Never asking for return." She took one of his hands and pulled it up, pressing her cheek into his scared palm, "I marry noble Raphael."