Disclaimer: I don't own any of the TMNT characters. I do own the child who will late be known as Raye Hamato.

Daddy's Girl

Prologue

A back ally way in New York City, especially Manhattan, was not the place for people to leave a child. Certainly not in the middle of the night. But that's what was going on on this particular night. A limo pulled into the dark ally way far enough so that no one could see it once it turned it's lights off. The motor still hummed, ready for a quick get away, then a child was taken out of the limo and sat close to a pile of garbage. Afterwords the person stepped back into the limo. The lights turned back on and the limo sped out of the ally leaving the child behind. At first, the child looked around the dark ally making no sound, then a small sniffing started along with a sad look that come across it's face which was soon followed by a sob. It pushed it's self up into a standing position and began to walk, Heading in the direction the car had gone in the slow jerky steps of a child who had just started to walk. It fell a couple of times and continued to cry, but would soon get back up and walk a little further. After a few repetitions of this the child come near a drainage grate. Not knowing of the dangers, it continued on it's way, tripping over garbage and falling in puddles until it was close to the drainage grate where it slipped and fell, starting to slip into the grate. Before it had gone completely in, a large, furry, clawed hand reached out and grabbed the back of the child's clothes and pulled it back away from the grate. Who ever had grabbed the child then set it back on it's feet as a pair of eyes shone out of the darkness causing the child to cry even more, but this time in fear.

"Hush, Child." come a thickly accented voice.

The face, and soon the body that belonged to the pair of eyes showed it's self. A large rat. A large walking on it's hind legs and using a cane, rat. A rat that wore a kimono and walked with a cane.

"D....Doggy?" the child asked wiping it's face with it's little hands.

The rat blinked in confusion, then chuckled.

"Far from a canine. Where is your Mother and Father?" the rat asked resting both hands on the top of his cane.

"Go bye bye." the child said starting to sniff again.

"You were left here?" the rat asked raising a furry brow.

The child nodded and started to cry once more.

"Hush, Child." the rat said once more comfortingly.

He placed his hand on the child's head as he started thinking. Humans. They were always throwing something away either into the allies or into the sewers. Though this child like his four precious children had almost ended up in the sewer. Unlike his children this child had to shell to keep it from harm. Were humans so barbaric that first they killed his beloved master. Then they dump poor defenseless turtles into the sewers. Now he found this child wondering around in one of the worst allies in the city. He would never understand how the human mind worked. He only knew enough that most humans would see him and his children and fear them for what they were. They were different and humans feared what was different. They feared what they did not understand. He shook his head to get it off the thoughts that had taken him off track of what was important now. The child. Could he live with himself if he left it in the ally alone to die? Could he take it home and raise it with his other four children?

He quickly weighed the pros and cons knowing time was running out. Finally deciding to take the child for now. He picked it up and made his way to a nearby man hole. He swung the child around so that it was riding his back as he slowly went down the latter that led into the sewers. Before he got too far down, he pulled the man hole cover back into place, then proceeded into the murky depths. He hopped off of the latter and followed a path deep into the sewer systems. It wasn't too long before he come to a small area that looked to be a home. There was a large wooden plank used for a door which had a bar over the front of it to keep things from getting out. The rat moved the bar and opened the door walking into a small slightly furnished area. He closed the door behind him, but this time used the bar on the inside of the door to keep things from getting in.

The rat found his "children" sleeping where he'd left them. On their pallets behind the old beat up couch. Not having an extra pallet to spare, he placed the now sleeping child he found in the ally, onto the couch. He got an extra blanket he had and placed it over the child before yawning and going to his own chair where he sat down and started to doze off for the rest of the night.

To Be Continued......