You saved me, so I return the favor. (Tmnt2016 Shredder X Reader) Part 1
Please excuse any grammatical mistakes for English is not my native langue. The female version is below.
WARNING! THERE WILL BE A SCENE OF ATTEMPTED RAPE IN THIS.
„I told you to leave me alone.”, Y/N hissed at the man following him, eyes glistening with anger. “Come on, babe, I know you want me.”, he purred at him in that disgusting tune of his that made the young man sick. “I’ve lost count how many times I have to tell you that I don’t R/N (random name since I don’t want to insult anyone), out of two reasons. Your b/f/n boyfriend, and you disgust me to no end!”, he hissed at the smaller/taller man and ripped himself out of his grip as he was grabbed.
“Who cares about B/F/N. You’re are a better choice anyway. Now come here so I can devour you.” Okay, enough was enough. Y/N turned around and punched that disgusting idiot right into his face. He stumbled back, holding his bleeding nose, which was probably broken. “You bastard.”, he hissed and glared at the young man with pure rage. “You’re going to pay for that!”
Before he could even react, he was slammed against a wall, his head hitting the stone enough to break the skin, and wet lips were on his. The boyfriend of his best friend smelled of alcohol and many other things that were urging him to vomit right here on the spot.
He whimpered in pure disgust as he tried to free himself through struggling, but the drunk man was so much stronger than him, making it almost impossible to. “Let me go!”, he screamed and tried to kick R/N, in the shin, but he only grabbed his leg in a tight grip. “Nah, Nah, don’t do that.”, he teased and forced his leg around his waist, holding it there. “There are only two options now. Either you enjoy it, or it’ll hurt your choice.”
Y/N screamed in fear and rage, hoping someone would hear him, but his soon-to-be rapist only chuckled. “Scream as much as you want, there is no one that could hear you.” He leaned in, and the younger man closed his eyes, only waiting for the disgusting feeling, but it never came. Suddenly, R/N’s grip vanished, causing him to fall onto the dirty floor. With a groan of pain, he dared to open them again, only to find a rather small man standing between him and B/F/N soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.
He had short, black hair that was brushed back, and you could see from his back that he wore some kind of armor. His biceps were huge, and his hands, covered in black gloves, were clenched into fists. “And who are you?!”, he yelled at the strange man and wiped the blood off his face.
The small stranger stayed silent and slowly got into a fighting position, his body tense, his muscles flexing with every deep breath he took. “Leave!”, he growled in a deep, heavily accented voice that sent shivers down your spine. R/N huffed a laugh, wiping some fake tears from his face after he calmed somewhat down. “Never, you little fucker. This boy is mine, and I certainly won’t let you ruin that opportunity. What do you want to do anyway, boring me to death?!”
That seemed to cross the stranger's line. With a furious roar, Y/N didn’t know a human was capable of, two blades came out of the armor just above his hand on each side, and he charged. R/N cried out in surprise and fear as he jumped in the air and slashed his chest with the weapons, not enough to kill him, but enough to leave deep, ugly scars.
Blood gushed from the wound and dripped onto the floor as the almost-rapist fell screaming to the floor. “Leave!”, the dangerous stranger hissed again, louder this time, and pointed his weapons in the weeping man’s face. “Or face what I am really capable of!” With an impressing speed, he fled.
Y/N still sat on the floor, staring at the black-haired man in awe and slight fear, his heart-rate faster than ever before. Slowly, the strange fighter turned around. Dark, almost black, eyes stared into your e/c ones, cold, serious, perfectly matching the expression on his handsome face. It told him that he was from Asian. From where? He didn’t know. He had some deep scars on the right cheek, and a soft beard surrounding his mouth and covering his chin.
He got closer to the younger man sitting on the floor and reached out, retracting his weapons in the process. Y/N took it, surprised by how warm his hand was. “Are you alright?”, he asked, his deep accented voice swapping like an ice-back over a swollen ankle, soothing the fear that was still in his chest. “Y-Yes!”, he managed to stutter out. “T-Thank you.”
He was hoisted up to his feet again, supported by the strong arms of the stranger, who seemed to have no problem with his weight at all. Suddenly, one of his hands reached behind his head and brushed through his hair before examining it. “You are bleeding.”, his rumbled. He was right. His entire gloved palm was covered in blood and slowly running down to his fingers. “The wound needs tending.”
Y/n sighed in frustration and stared at the hand. “I’ll go to the doctor tomorrow, don’t worry.” “No.”, was the only answer he got before the grip on his arm tightened. His eyes seemed to become sterner. “Now.” With that, he pulled the younger man with him and they both walked down the streets, still hidden in the dark of the night. “Where do you live?” “A few blocks from here, the f/c house.”
Y/N hissed in pain as sudden dizziness came over him causing him almost to fall again if it wasn’t for those strong arms catching him just a second before he hit the cold stone. He heard the stranger mumble something under his breath in a langue that he recognized as Japanese before hoisting him up to his feet again, his right arm now wrapped around his shoulder.
The walk was silent, and the only thing the young man was the steady breaths of his savior, their steps and the cars rushing by. Not one of them said a word until they stood in front of Y/N’s house. “Give me the key.”, the black-haired man demanded, and the younger obeyed, feeling how all strength was literally running out of his body. Within seconds, they were inside, and he was led to the living room, forced to sit on the couch, the stranger seating himself across of him.
“W-What is your name?”, the Y/N asked. “I’d like to know who saved me from that fucking pervert.” “Oroku Saki.”, was his only answer, still looking into his eyes, only breaking it when he was blinking. “I’m Y/N.”, he smiled, rubbing his head carefully, earning a sharp “Stop.”, from the man sitting in front of him. “You will infect it.”
“Where is your first-aid-kid?” “In my (I don’t know where you are keeping it, so insert the place here). I always keep it there.” He made a low sound, stood up and returned with it shortly after. Oroku Saki walked around the young man and took his head in his hands. He felt warm fingers working on him, running through his hair. A wet cloth, which he apparently brought with him, touched the rim of the wound, causing him to wince.
Bandages were wrapped around the back of his head and forehead and a soft clap met his shoulder as his savior was finished. “Thank you.”, Y/N whispered and smiled when he came into view again. “Don’t mention it.”, Saki murmured and sat down. “What were you doing in that street anyway. That’s one of the most criminal environments that ever exists. I mean, you can defend yourself, I saw that, but still…” A look of pure surprise crossed his face, which slowly turned into one of amusement and a low chuckle sounded through the room like the younger man just told the best joke ever.
“Business.”, he answered and stretched leaned back. Y/N nodded, not wanting to dig deeper into his savior’s personal life. “Do you want to stay here for the night? It’s late and the busses take forever to arrive in this part of the city.” Saki seemed to consider his offer for a moment, closing his eyes, before nodding. “Yes, that would be kind of you.”
Slowly, the injured one of them stood up with supporting himself on the furniture. “I’ve got a guest room down the hallway, feel free to do stay as long as you want. This is the least I can do. I’m going to sleep, if you need anything, just wake me up. Sorry if this seems rude, but I think I really need rest now.” “Yes, you do.”, he said, and too, stood up. “Goodnight.”, Y/N called as he walked towards the bedroom, surprised when he got a response for those words. “Goodnight, Y/N”
Saki sighed as he laid down onto the soft sheets of the unfamiliar bed, relaxing fully against it, allowing himself to sink into his thoughts. This man, Y/N, really was a strange human, and what was even stranger, he didn’t know him. All world almost knew his face thanks to those turtles who spoiled his first plan. Either he didn’t recognize him, or he really did not know who he was.
But to be honest, he didn’t mind. It was quite pleasing to talk to him…or rather let him talk and listen to him. Finally, someone saw him as a human, and not as a monster. Unfortunately, he would have to leave early in the morning to make sure those idiots Bebop and Rocksteady won’t mess up their task, but he was certain that he would see Y/N again. If not by accident on the street, then he would definitely come back only to enjoy his company.
With a small smile, the Ninja closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
To be honest, Y/N wasn’t too surprised when he found Saki gone the next day, he already expected something like that. At first, he even believed yesterday’s events were just some crazy dream he had, but the bandage wrapped around his head and the note he found on the fridge which read “I hope we will see each other again.”, told him otherwise
When he entered the guest-room, a faint smell of soap met his senses, and he knew, his savior couldn’t have been gone for long. A small smile graced his face as he moved himself to the kitchen again to make breakfast, seating himself on the couch and turning the TV on afterward. Today, they were repeating his favorite movie, and Y/N really wanted to watch it, distracting himself from the previous events, when suddenly, the News popped up. The young man groaned in annoyance, he hated it when they did that, but he still continued to watch. Maybe something interesting happened.
“Two days ago, the infamous villain Shredder escaped from prison. The police are searching for him in every corner of the city, but there is no evidence where he is now. If you see that man on the street, please call the police immediately, this is one of the most, if not the most, dangerous criminal in the words.”
At the picture shown, he almost spits his food out. There, on the TV screen, was the face of the man that saved him from his best friend’s boyfriend. Oroku Saki, was the Shredder? The one and only Shredder that almost forced New York into slavery? Oh god. He leaned back and rubbed his forehead, the soft fabric of the bandage touching the tips of his fingers.
The probably most dangerous man alive saved him, not wanting anything in return, even took care of his injuries…Why? Somehow, Y/N couldn’t wait to see him again, he had so many questions, and he wanted answers.
„I told you to leave me alone.”, Y/N hissed at the man following her, eyes glistening with anger. “Come on, babe, I know you want me.”, he purred at her in that disgusting tune of his that made the young woman sick. “I’ve lost count how many times I have to tell you that I don’t R/N (random name since I don’t want to insult anyone), out of two reasons. Your b/f/n boyfriend, and you disgust me to no end!”, she hissed at the smaller/taller man and ripped herself out of his grip as she was grabbed.
“Who cares about B/F/N. You’re are a better choice anyway. Now come here so I can devour you.” Okay, enough was enough. Y/N turned around and punched that disgusting idiot right into his face. He stumbled back, holding his bleeding nose, which was probably broken. “You bastard.”, he hissed and glared at the young woman with pure rage. “You’re going to pay for that!”
Before she could even react, she was slammed against a wall, her head hitting the stone enough to break the skin, and wet lips were on her. The boyfriend of her best friend smelled of alcohol and many other things that were urging her to vomit right here on the spot.
She whimpered in pure disgust as she tried to free himself through struggling, but the drunk man was so much stronger than her, making it almost impossible to. “Let me go!”, she screamed and tried to kick R/N in the shin, but he only grabbed her leg in a tight grip. “Nah, Nah, don’t do that.”, he teased and forced it around his waist, holding it there. “There are only two options now. Either you enjoy it, or it’ll hurt your choice.”
Y/N screamed in fear and rage, hoping someone would hear her, but her soon-to-be rapist only chuckled. “Scream as much as you want, there is no one that could hear you.” He leaned in, and the younger woman closed her eyes, only waiting for the disgusting feeling, but it never came. Suddenly, R/N’s grip vanished, causing her to fall onto the dirty floor. With a groan of pain, she dared to open them again, only to find a rather small man standing between her and B/F/N soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.
He had short, black hair that was brushed back, and you could see from his back that he wore some kind of armor. His biceps were huge, and his hands were clenched into fists. “And who are you?!”, he yelled at the strange man and wiped the blood off his face.
The small stranger stayed silent and slowly got into a fighting position, his body tense, his muscles flexing with every deep breath he took. “Leave!”, he growled in a deep, heavily accented voice that sent shivers down her spine. R/N huffed a laugh, wiping some fake tears from his face after he calmed somewhat down. “Never, you little fucker. This girl is mine, and I certainly won’t let you ruin that opportunity. What do you want to do anyway, boring me to death?!”
That seemed to cross the stranger's line. With a furious roar, Y/N didn’t know a human was capable of, two blades came out of the armor just above his hand on each side, and he charged. R/N cried out in surprise and fear as he jumped in the air and slashed his chest with the weapons, not enough to kill him, but enough to leave deep, ugly scars.
Blood gushed from the wound and dripped onto the floor as the almost-rapist fell screaming to the floor. “Leave!”, the dangerous stranger hissed again, louder this time, and pointed his weapons in the weeping man’s face. “Or face what I am really capable of!” With an impressing speed, he fled.
Y/N still sat on the floor, staring at the black-haired man in awe and slight fear, her heart-rate faster than ever before. Slowly, the strange fighter turned around. Dark, almost black, eyes stared into her e/c ones, cold, serious, perfectly matching the expression on his handsome face. It told you that he was from Asian, from where? He didn’t know. He had some deep scars on the right cheek, and a soft beard surrounding his mouth and covering his chin.
He got closer to the younger woman sitting on the floor and reached out, retracting his weapons in the process. Y/N took it, surprised by how warm his hand was. “Are you alright?”, he asked, his deep accented voice swapping like an ice-back over a swollen ankle, soothing the fear that was still in her chest. “Y-Yes!”, she managed to stutter out. “T-Thank you.”
She was hoisted up to her feet again, supported by the strong arms of the stranger, who seemed to have no problem with her weight at all. Suddenly, one of his hands reached behind her head and brushed through her hair before examining it. “You are bleeding.”, his rumbled. She was right. His entire palm was covered in blood and slowly running down to his fingers. “The wound needs tending.”
Y/n sighed in frustration and stared at the hand. “I’ll go to the doctor tomorrow, don’t worry.” “No.”, was the only answer she got before the grip on her arm tightened. His eyes seemed to become sterner. “Now.” With that, he pulled the younger woman with him and they both walked down the streets, still hidden in the dark of the night. “Where do you live?” “A few blocks from here, the f/c house.”
Y/N hissed in pain as sudden dizziness came over her causing her almost to fall again if it wasn’t for those strong arms catching her just a second before she hit the cold stone. She heard the stranger mumble something under his breath in a langue that she recognized as Japanese before hoisting her up to her feet again, his right arm now wrapped around her shoulder.
The walk was silent, and the only thing the young woman was the steady breaths of her savior, their steps and the cars rushing by. Not one of them said a word until they stood in front of Y/N’s house. “Give me the key.”, the black-haired man demanded, and the younger obeyed, feeling how all strength was literally running out of her body. Within seconds, they were inside, and the younger woman was led to the living room, forced to sit on the couch, the stranger seating himself across of her.
“W-What is your name?”, she asked. “I’d like to know who saved me from that fucking pervert.” “Oroku Saki.”, was his only answer, still looking into her eyes, only breaking the contact when he was blinking. “I’m Y/N.”, she smiled, rubbing her head carefully, earning a sharp “Stop.”, from the man sitting in front of her. “You will infect it.”
“Where is your first-aid-kid?” “In my (I don’t know where you are keeping it, so insert the place here). I always keep it there.” He made a low sound, stood up and returned with it shortly after. Oroku Saki walked around the young woman and took her head in his hands. She felt warm fingers working on her, running through her hair. A wet cloth, which he apparently brought with him, touched the rim of the wound, causing her to wince.
Bandaged were wrapped around the back of her head and forehead and a soft clap met her shoulder. “Thank you.”, Y/N whispered and smiled when he came into view again. “Don’t mention it.”, Saki murmured and sat down. “What were you doing in that street anyway. That’s one of the most criminal environments that ever exists. I mean, you can defend yourself, I saw that, but still…” A look of pure amusement seemed to cross his face and a low chuckle sounded through the room like the younger woman just told the best joke ever.
“Business.”, he answered, stretched himself, and leaned back. Y/N nodded, not wanting to dig deeper into her savior’s personal life. “Do you want to stay here for the night? It’s late and the busses take forever to arrive in this part of the city.” Saki seemed to consider her offer for a moment, closing his eyes, before nodding. “Yes, that would be kind of you.”
Slowly, the injured one of them stood up with supporting herself on the furniture. “I’ve got a guest room down the hallway, feel free to do stay as long as you want. This is the least I can do. I’m going to sleep, if you need anything, just wake me up. Sorry if this seems rude, but I think I really need rest now.” “Yes, you do.”, he said, and too, stood up. “Goodnight.”, Y/N called as she walked towards the bedroom, surprised when she got a response for those words. “Goodnight, Y/N”
Saki sighed as he laid down onto the soft sheets of the unfamiliar bed, relaxing fully against it, allowing himself to sink into his thoughts. This woman, Y/N, really was a strange human, and what was even stranger, she didn’t know him. All world almost knew his face thanks to those turtles who spoiled his first plan. Either she didn’t recognize him, or she really did not know who he was.
But to be honest, he didn’t mind. It was quite pleasing to talk to the young her…or rather like to let her talk and listen to him. Finally, someone saw him as a human, and not as a monster. Unfortunately, he would have to leave early in the morning to make sure those idiots Bebop and Rocksteady won’t mess up their task, but he was certain that he would see Y/N again. If not by accident on the street, then he would definitely come back only to enjoy her company.
With a small smile, the Ninja closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
To be honest, Y/N wasn’t too surprised when she found Saki gone the next day, she already expected something like that. At first, she even believed yesterday’s events were just some crazy dream she had, but the bandage wrapped around her head and the note she found on the fridge which read “I hope we will see each other again.”, told her otherwise
When she entered the guest-room, a faint smell of soap met her senses, and she knew, her savior couldn’t have been gone for long. A small smile graced her face as she moved herself to the kitchen again to make breakfast, seating herself on the couch and turning the TV on afterward. Today, they were repeating her favorite movie, and Y/N really wanted to watch it, distracting herself from the previous events, when suddenly, the News popped up. The young woman groaned in annoyance, he hated it when they did that, but she still continued to watch. Maybe something interesting happened.
“Two days ago, the infamous villain Shredder escaped from prison. The police are searching for him in every angle of the city, but there is no evidence where he is now. If you see that man on the street, please call the police immediately, this is one of the most, if not the most, dangerous criminal in the words.”
As the picture of the man was shown, she almost spits her food out. There, on the TV screen, was the face of the man that saved her from her best friend’s boyfriend yesterday. Oroku Saki, was the Shredder? The one and only Shredder that almost forced New York into slavery? Oh god. She leaned back and rubbed her forehead, the soft fabric of the bandage touching the tips of her fingers.
The probably most dangerous man alive saved her, not wanting anything in return, even took care of her injuries…Why? Somehow, Y/N couldn’t wait to see him again, she had so many questions, and she wanted answers.
