<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/014/5/8/april_by_jennyverse-d8dypxd.jpg)</div>April opened his eyes as the rapture from their shared orgasm slowly faded away, sharing Splinter's smile as he looked down at her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex that amazing. The ninja rat had certainly awoken quite the fire within him during their intimate training session. It seemed that their training was at an end though, and April bemusedly allowed Splinter to slip away from him as she began to quickly resume her alluring attire once more.<br/><br/>After sharing one last kiss with her, he nodded his head and stood so that he could begin dressing as well. "O-Oh, right. I understand. Michelangelo and Raphael told me about the patrols that you all go on up in the city. Lucky for me, or who knows where I'd be right now."  He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little surprised and confused as to why she had to leave right this minute, especially after what they had just done together. But he had no reason to suspect that anything was wrong, so he simply returned her smile and began to zip up his yellow jumpsuit.<br/><br/>She was gone before he could say good-bye, prompting his smile to fade somewhat though. It had certainly been a strange experience, but her words on how much she had enjoyed herself made it hard to become too dour. Glancing over his shoulder just before he fully clothed himself, he tried to find the marks he'd felt her leaving in his back in the throes of passion. Those certainly spoke for themselves. "Maybe a few more lessons wouldn't hurt..."<br/><br/>He turned to leave the lair as well, unaware of the fact that he would soon be meeting another member of this strange family before making it very far.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Chapter 6: The Rat King</strong><br/><br/>The man smirked to himself as he sensed her movement throughout the sewers. She was on her way here now. She likely had no idea as to the source of the strange compulsion that drove her to seek him out, or even that it was him she was seeking in the first place. But she would know soon enough. The second their eyes met his efforts would be realized, and she would understand. And until she arrived, he was content to wait atop his throne and allow his servants to relay more concrete word of her progress.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/77/d6/86/77d686b9eaadde12020535c727728a2d.jpg)</div>Catching sight of a small rat scurrying along a pipe nearby, the blue-clothed samurai sighed and forced himself to relax his grip on his katana. Ever since he had come to this strange and foreign world, he had been on edge. But then again, what could be expected of one in his position? While wandering the roads of Japan on his journey as a ronin, Miyamoto Usagi had stumbled upon some sort of mystical portal guarded by unknown creatures. Further inspection had led to the conclusion that they were decidedly unfriendly creatures, and during the resulting battle with this so-called "Krang" he had fallen into the portal himself.<br/><br/>Whatever energies sustaining the portal must not have been very stable, as Usagi had been dumped out on the other side shortly before it had closed completely. When he had came to some time later, he had awoken to find himself in completely unfamiliar surroundings. Impossibly tall buildings that stretched towards the heavens surrounded him on all sides; mechanical monstrosities sped past at speeds no horse could match, and those that inhabited this confusing landscape were unlike any he had met in his travels. They possessed few of the traits of those in his land; no fur, no horns, no snouts, and when he approached them the majority had reacted as if he were the one that was out of the ordinary.<br/><br/>In search of refuge from all of this and the chance to gain his bearings, he had gone to ground. And while it was far from pleasant down here, he was used to uncomfortable accommodations in his travels. The sudden sounds that reached his large ears made him feel that those travels may no longer be alone though, and he grew still. Pressing himself to the cold stone walls of these waterways, Usagi glanced around the corner with his hand resting on his blade. There were some who had not been friendly to him in this world, and he didn't intend to be caught unawares.