The woman woke up. She was in a messy room, the walls decorated with garish posters and pizza boxes scattered across the floor. It was the Ninja Turtles' lair, more specifically, Michelangelo's room.

Leonardo was behind her, his firm arm holding her close. Raphael had his hand resting on her waist, protecting her in a way that didn't fit with his usual roughness. Michelangelo was lying on his belly, Donatello gently clinging to his thighs. They were all sleeping soundly, their expressions relaxed, as helpless as she had ever seen them. How had it come to this?

They were her enemies. They lay around her, her lovers. She was a kunoichi with a single purpose. She had tried to eliminate all four of them on more than one occasion, especially Leonardo, the leader who always frustrated her. What would her master, Shredder, say if he knew what had happened? Would he see it as betrayal? And how would the Foot Clan, to which he had sworn loyalty, react upon discovering that he shared a bed with those he was meant to destroy?

Stealthily, he began to get out of bed. Grabbing his clothes from the floor. He couldn't stay. After what had happened last night, he could only do one thing: run away.

Leonardo was the first to open his eyes. With a light push, he woke Raphael up. With a snort, Raphael patted Donatello and Michelangelo on the head, waking them up as well.

"Where are you going?" Leonardo asked, his tone full of concern.

Raphael still confused by the situation. "What are you doing? Why are you leaving?"

Michelangelo with his typical carefree attitude. "Didn't you have fun last night?"

Donatello looked at her with some anxiety. "Something's wrong? We can talk, you don't have to go."

But she didn't answer them. She couldn't allow herself to feel anything for them.