Here is the new chapter of our fanfic "Ghost of a chance":
TMNT: Ghost of a Chance - Chapter 2
Raph could tell it was morning both by the sounds of activity going on outside his door and the tense discomfort in his bladder. Groggily he kicked off the bundle of sheets tangled around his legs and rolled off his bed. He scooted for the bathroom through the hallway and across the common room and a wave of distress slapped him in the face when he found the door was locked from the inside.
“Who’s in there? I really need in!” he cried, knocking on the wooden surface.
“It’s me!” said Karai’s voice.
Raph reeled at the sound of Mikey’s voice also coming from beyond the door.
“Are you both in there?” he shrieked in bewilderment.
“Yeah, I’m doing my makeup while also providing Mikey with some emotional support.”
Go a read it if you enjoyed our first episode!
And these are the first chapter divided, in case you didn't read it yet
TMNT: A Ghost of a Chance - Chapter 1.1
The word resounded around the small shop, pronounced by eight different mouths at the same time at different levels of accuracy, and even before the last echo faded there were greedy plinkings of chopsticks on ceramic plates and various murmurs of delight.
It was after closing time at the noodle shop and Murakami still had customers over, although they weren’t customers so much as guests. They wouldn’t be paying tonight. Tonight dinner was on him. The curtains were drawn and the entrance door was locked. With that one word, dinner had officially begun.
It had been more than a year since that night that the turtles came to his restaurant right in the nick of time, as usual, and saved him from the Purple Dragons, and then many times over. He owed his friends his life, so a bit of food was really no big deal, even when -of course being the turtles-
TMNT: A Ghost of a Chance - Chapter 1.2 Bellies full and plates licked clean, dinner finally came to a lazy end.
“All gone,” Mikey groaned around the last mouthful of cake, drowsily patting his taut stomach.
“Man, I hope we left something for tomorrow’s customers, Murakami-san,” Donnie said looking exhausted, and he pulled on the edge of his belt in a futile attempt to loosen it over his stuffed middle.
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty. I planned ahead,” Murakami said with a knowing smirk.
With so much food weighing them down, it was a good thing they wouldn’t be patrolling tonight. But even though none of them was in a hurry to get to sleep, seeing as how most of their activities took place during the night anyway, April and Casey still had class the very next morning. And as Splinter pointed out, Mr. Murakami still had much to do before locking up.