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[chickyqueen]

This was my favorite chapter to write by far... but its not a happy chapter.

So sorry Casey. I promise this is a hurt/comfort fic.

[twilightpony4]

Backwoods: 1. Green Power

It’s been a while. You know, since something was going in the Purple Dragon’s way. The organization was thriving as of late and the gang members were flourishing in their goods. There have been a few time where they’ve had some run-ins with the police and their larger-than-life watch dogs, but not all was lost. Most members were able to sneak away and hide their merchandise flawlessly into their headquarters. That’s exactly where we find ourselves today:

“Soon, as I land on the Lear,

Piguets, they wet, tears,

488, hit the gears,

Suicide Doors, Britney Spears…”

“Ok Waxer, I see you.” A young man with blue hair commented as he heaved with his associate, lifting a box onto a rack.

“Didn’t know I got bars, did ya Johnny boy?” The other smiled behind the box that hid his face; his voice portrayed much of the strength into his legs and not as much through his throat. Nearby, a much younger girl stood with her arms crossed. She smiled while shaking her head.

“Y'all play too much.” Her long curls brushed her face. The two men went to their toes to lift the box slightly higher so that they can set it on top of another.

“You know you want Cardi’s part.” Waxer commented as they carefully lowered it down. The girl cocked her head, which pulled the curiosity of the two men who waited for her reaction. A smile crossed her face.

“Why would I hop in some beef? When I could just hop in a Porsche?” She used her deepest voice to perform, earning much appreciation from the two men.

“Thought so.” The girl tried to hide her blush away from them and waved them off.

“Ayo! Somebody come over here and help me lift this!” Another shouted. “Two-ton!”

“Yeah yeah?!” A very large young man bellowed from around the bend.

“Get over here!” They saw his waving hand over the tops of the stacks. The large man made his way over. The other three kept behind him to see the two struggling boys trying to lift another box up to a higher platform. “Help us lift this up on here.” Two-Ton’s calloused hands rubbed vigorously before bending down and lifting the box from the bottom. His power was much needed as well as his extra height as the burden lightened up. The heavy box was set on edge. The sound of the wood sliding was a smooth reward as the pain of lifting went away. The girl put her hands on the edge of the platform and a foot on a lower ledge. Bouncing only once, the momentum brought her up. She stood up and pushed the top off the box they had just set down. Small pieces of wood cracked from the light glue holding the lid down. Underneath was a layer of styrofoam peanuts that unleashed its once masked scent. Carefully she reached her hands into their embrace. She needn’t go too deep to grab hold of a hard, item. Satisfied, she grasped it and pulled it out of the box. The peanuts spilled from the crevices as she pulled a large machine gun for everyone to see.

“Awww yeah, this gonna look good strapped on me.” Her smile grew as she fixed up the strap. When she deemed it somewhat feasible, she brought it through her curls and around her arm till it hung on her shoulder.  “All we missin’ is some live ammo in this b*tch.” She commented as she put a good grip on the machine, acting as if she were ready to use it. Seeing the scope, she began to play with it; looking through it, she pretended that her associates were her prey.

“Easy, Jesse.” Waxer smiled as she saw him through the scope. She giggled but continued to play with the scope and its settings.

“Power of the Dragon.” Johnny chuckled as he watched her play. “We need some type of slogan.”

“We don’t need some slogan, we got the symbol, das all we need.” Two-Ton spit on the floor.

“This ain’t some scouts club. F*ck outta here ‘bout a slogan.” Jesse cursed as she spun around and toyed with other compartments of the gun. Johnny waved his hands in front of his, head low and shaking.

“I’m just sayin’ ya know, like… I don’t know....” He paused for a moment. “Purple Power!” He boasted. “Or somethin’ like that.”

The ceiling exploded. Or, at least that’s how it felt after having a sudden heart attack. Above them, the air conditioning pipe burst open. What came out of it were very green. The red banded terrapin fell from the sky, splitting the group apart and centering himself in the middle. The thundering plod was doubled as he was joined by the orange masked one as well. The larger one already had his sais out and ready to spear someone.

“Green Power, mother lovas!” He bellowed as the debris from the pipe fell on top of his head. Michelangelo crouched low with his nunchucks ready as he backed up slowly towards his brother.

“Dang! It's the crazy ones!” He said with a toothy lisp; his eyes bugged out as he stared down the villains before him. Raphael noticed the girl on the platform. That was quite a gun she was holding there.

“Loca! Drop it!” He commanded with his sai directing her. Bullets or no, she’d keep it as intimidation. Yet, she knew these guys. Bullets bounce off of them, so it would hit everyone else around her. Blindly, she shook the strap off and let the once appreciated gun drop like trash before her feet. Raphael kept the grit in his teeth as he reached over his shoulder to the walkie-talkie on his strap. “Blue Leader, bring em in!” Michelangelo began to chortle, then sang.

“Bad boys, bad boys,” Raphael joined in, both keeping their weapons ready in case anybody wanted to try something funny.

“Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you?” Their defeated faces only prompted them more to keep up their fun. Into the next verse, the larger turtle started beatboxing while his younger brother tried his best to keep it going.

“Nas sanappa a boon ba sniffin ma hay”

“Dude, you gotta learn the words.” He sighed.

“We usually just do the chorus.” Raphael reached back to his radio after not receiving a response.

“Blue leader, hit -em.” On the other side of the line, blue leader and purple dork were hiding on the rooftop of the building. There was no glass ceiling but rather a sky light. The window distorted the bottom floor incredibly and with the roof being so high, it was really hard to see what was going on. Donatello and Leonardo stood by to kick through the window when their brothers gave them the call.

“What he say?” Donatello whispered. Leonardo shrugged and put his hand to the radio.

“Repeat your transmission.” He asked. Nothing else came through. He called again but this time to the third team on standby. “Blue leader to Alpha, continue relay.” The ground troop of the female ninjas and the police department did not return the call.

“Where’s backup?” Michelangelo tried to remain in control of the situation, but was definitely worried.

“Blue leader, hit em, bring em in!” Raphael called more aggressively. Michelangelo took it upon himself to listen close to his walkie-talkie.

“Dude, I’m only getting static.”

“Piece of sh*t radio.” Donatello curse as he smacked it. When it wasn’t giving a clear signal, he used a laser piece off his wristband and opened up to radio.

“Hurry, Donnie!” Leo rushed.

“No, I’m gonna go really slow about this.” He replied stressed yet full of sass. Leonardo sighed, throwing his hands up.

Onlooking at their failing plot, Two-ton began to chuckle maniacally.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” Raphael approached him slowly, pointing his sai at the large boy’s throat. Beads of sweat began to form as the large metal came near his face.

“Dude, where are they?” Mikey repeated. Seeing opportunity as their plan was unravelling, the girl made an unsure yet brief eye contact with Johnny. In a split second, the girl tried to take off and run for the exit. However, the orange banded terrapin had tripped her and kept his foot down on her back to secure her. However, during that quick timing, Johnny had unravelled a large knife that he kept concealed in his pocket. While Mikey was looking down and apprehending Jesse, Johnny brought the terrapin down into a headlock with the knife blade pressing against his throat. Everything was just so quick that even Raphael hadn’t caught on yet as he spun around with his sai pointed in their general direction.

“Woo!” he called “Looks like we got ourselves a situation.”

“You ain't gon do nothing.” Johnny taunted as he was breathless from apprehending the young turtle and began to pull him back with his feet dragging. Michelangelo tried not to breathe because the blade seemed so close that with a breath could scrape his neck.

“You think having a knife to my brothers’ head ain't gon mean I'm not gonna have your entrails all over the place?”

“That's what I'm thinking.” The young turtle commented, his throat nearly choked as he was yanked backwards. Finally, his foot was off of Jesse but the girl stayed down from the pressure from earlier.

“What you don't know is that my brother came here ready to die.”

“Sh- shell no!” He screamed.

“You ready to die, ain't you Mikey?”

“The shell I wanna do that for?”

“Scared ain't ya boy.” Johnny whispered into whatever he thought where that turtle’s ear was.

“We gon do this in two ways. A. Tell me where you got those new guns, let my brother go, and I'll just leave a mark on your shoulder. Or B. I just stab you in the chest.” His eye went met to the very center of his chest, imagining it uncovered by his brother and open for attack.

“Or C. Where we could talk and de-escalate the situation.” The young turtle pleaded, trying to keep as calm as possible.

“See, my bro using them spiritual teachings our Sensei teaches us, but I ain't about that life.” He yelled louder and began to spin around to make sure everybody else knew that his sai was coming their way too. “I prefer seeing trash on the ground.”

“Raph, the man has a knife to my head.” He cried out quite choked up as Johnny held him tighter after losing a grip for a split second.

“I bet he'll put it down when there’s a metal spike in his eye.” He bellowed.

“Just calm down, bro.” He tried to keep from using his hands to talk for Johnny was take it as rebellion and use that perfectly placed knife of his. It sure is hard to stay calm and not get too comfortable.

“I'm calm, I'm calming down EY! Whoa! Whoa! I am way too unstable for all that.” He spun around again after someone in the corner of his eye flinched. “Stop all the movement! Everybody stop movin!”

“Y'all need to listen to him.” Mikey began to preach in a whining and desperate disposition. “I tried the best I can but he crazy. He got emotional, anger issue problems.” As he gave him sermon, Raphael began to count out loud. “He go to bed early for this.”

With eyes up in the sky once more, Michelangelo took a chance by grabbing the arm withholding the knife. With great force, he pulled it away from his throat and pulled Johnny over by rolling off his shell and landing hard on his back. He flinched repeatedly in pain, Which Mikey didn’t think twice about as he grasped the knife out of his hand.

“Where the shell were you?” Raphael yelled in the leader’s ear.

“Not the time.” He tried to ignore his brother’s complaint as he unsheathed his sword. The size of the large knife intimidated the few around them. It was pointed at Jesse, who was still on the floor. It took everything she had to not give a tear as she saw that thing pointed at her by a skilled swordsman. She was frozen in fear as she gazed at her own reflection of the shining metal. Doors of the facility imploded on themselves as the police force came in screaming with guns pointed. The few Purple Dragons around them became even more apprehensive than before and kept their hands up in the air to resist arrest. They were called to fall to the ground, slowly to their knees and down to the ground until the cops could give them a pat down and cuff them. Following behind them were the two mutant sisters walking in confidently and calmly aside from the rush.

“How come everytime I turn around you in trouble?” Mona Lisa outstretched her arms as she and Venus approached the boys. Her eyebrows furrowed with her question.

“Stop turning around.” Raphael answered monotone. In respect, Mona gave him a quick yet playful slap behind his head. An officer managing the operation adjusted his cap as he regathered with the team of mutants.

“We’ll be looking around for anything that can give us an edge towards who is supplying them their weapons. You can use them for questioning.” Raphael rubbed his hands together.

“My favorite.” He grinned sinisterly. Venus leaned over towards Donatello.

“This poor guy doesn’t know what’s coming to him.” He whispered back:

“Pretty sure he does.”

“I can’t believe this! This fool pulled a knife on me! On Me!” Michelangelo screamed in rage, pacing back and forth. Splinter had been really pushing forgiveness on him recently but this was just too much. Forgive and forget, forgive and forget, but after that? How can you forgive and forget that? Brotha was gonna die! “I can’t do this! Maaaaaan!” He whined before setting his sights on the handcuffed man who did him wrong. 

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!” The man tried to roll over in his handcuffs in an armadillo position.

“It’s just… with the knife… and them bullets.” Michelangelo breathlessly explained to the point where it seemed tears were going to escape from their ducts. He turned away from the man for a second to gather himself.

“You aight, man?” Leonardo asked. The young turtle kept his shell to his family but put a hand up to ask him to drop it. The leader nodded understandably. The young turtle began to knock about his head with the palm of his hand repeatedly.

“Aye, I owe you…” He turned around to speak but it was just as broken and tired as his speech was before. “It was just that.. You.. you know…. Was disrespect-.” he paused. “But that don’t give me the right though...excu-.” He turned around as if to hide his tears, but it turned into a 360 spin kick to the fallen man’s body. “Wassup!”

“Dude!” Donatello cried out.

“The man had a knife to my head!” Raphael grabbed the back of the man’s shirt and yanked him up till he was sitting up. Johnny still winced in pain and grunted.

“The interesting thing is he ain’t the one pissed off.” He nearly whispered to him before standing straight up.

“I don’t know nothing.” Johnny cried out, this time tears were shedding in the building.

“Aye, whoa! I didn’t ask you no question yet!” Raph bellowed.

“I know nothing!”

“You lying to me already?!” He pointed his sai aggressively. Johnny kept repeating his pleas. “Stop lyin’! STOP LYIN’!” Mona caught how the aggressiveness wasn’t gettin them anywhere. She pushed him back gently to call him off. She gave enough space for Venus to kneel down before the man. Unlike Raphael, there was no searing scowl or violence within her presence.

“Do you know anything? I’m being nice about it; do you know anything?” The man was still crying but he didn’t look away from those gentle eyes of hers.

“Aye, loca. What you know?” Michelangelo had already moved on (especially since he was tired of dealing with that man in the first place) after taking the time to cool off a reminisce on his payback.

“Don’t kill me, please.” Jesse balled up with her knees tucked into her chest.

“I won’t,” He got down on his knees to reach her level. “but that don’t mean you’re safe from everybody else so just tell us what’s up.” She turned her head away from him, trying to keep from looking in his eye. He leaned forward more but her neck branked further. Suddenly, her face whipped around and released the watery substance from her lips and let it splash into the face of the questioning turtle. “Ooh, she just spit all up in my-.” Michelangelo jumped up and began rubbing at his face vigorously in disgust. “Y'all better get her,” he pointed. “and somebody come get me!” With a quick jump signalling them, Mona and Donatello jumped out to grab the young turtle. He continued to fight even when he was elevated from the ground and in their grasp. Maybe this was enough emotions from Michelangelo today. The two began to carry him off until he couldn't see any of the suspects within their sights. With Raph’s method failing and Venus trying to speak to the other man still, Leonardo took responsibility. His katana pointed in her general direction as a form of mild intimidation.

“Where did you get the new guns?” He spoke calmly, a disposition that didn’t match the violence of what a large sword had brung.

“I don’t know nothin’ about it! Johnny sets all this up, his sh*t is in his office!” Her voice was shrill, trying to avoid the blade.

“Where is it?”

“Here.” An officer brought out a few files from a room they had raided. “We found receipts up in the office. Our analyzers can try to track these obscure vendors.”

“We’ll have Donatello jump on it-.” He was cut off by a hand.

“Oh no. I know you guys love to help us out but we have this. That and I know you’re trying to work during your time off.” Which was true. Anytime the department would allow them a vacation, the family refused to back down. Basically employees of a special degree, they were truly dedicated to their work.

“Are you sure?” Leo replied. “It wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

“We have this.” The officer nodded, and folded the files underneath his arm. “You guys can go home and celebrate, ok?”

“Yeah, celebrate.” Raphael nodded at his older brother’s comment. The officer turned to regroup with his team.

“Happy Birthday, to all of you.”

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lol i wrote this back in 2018

[chicchanmooshy]

Shades of grey, chapter 20. Christmas at Usagi’s, part 3 - You can leave your mask on

trigger warnings: NSFW,  18+, anxiety / sensory overload

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Before Ishtar started her morning meditation with Master Splinter, Usagi and Leonardo she asked to have a moment with Master Splinter alone. Curious he granted her some time, just before lunch.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk about, Ishtar?” he asked.

“Well, it's more like something I want to ask you, like a favor..? she said a little unsure, with a hand scratching the back of her head.

“A favor? Wow, you really want something so much of me? Please, do tell me what it is. Maybe I will grant you it without it being a favor.”

“Okay, here goes..” she started. “Tonight is Christmas Eve, and although I know it's tradition to give each other presents on Christmas morning, I do want to give mine to Leo, Raph, Mickey and Donny this evening. It comes in two stages. The first one can be seen by everyone. But for the second stage I would like to have more privacy, preferably in our tent. And while I have no problem with you sleeping there tonight, I suspect it wouldn't be very quiet..”

“I understand. And where would you have me sleeping than?”

“Oh, I thought of that already!” Ishtar said excited now. “Raph and I brought a small tent with us. If you agree, I'll pitch up that tent right away and move your bedding there.. With your permission, of course.”

Splinter thought for a moment. “Yes, I think that's a good idea. Could you take all my stuff there? The large tent has only five compartments, actually just one too few for all of us. Although you won't be in your own bed very often the next days, I suspect. But you do need a place of your own to retreat to, if necessary. After lunch I will point out a spot where you can pitch the tent.”

The brothers looked questioningly at Ishtar when they saw her busy with Splinter's stuff moving out. Of course they wanted to know why this was necessary.

“I'm not telling you anything, except that this will be a preparation for tonight,” she said playful.

“What's happening tonight?” Mickey asked curious.

“Just wait and find out,” Ishtar winked.

“Is it something we like?” asked Raphael.

“Oh yes, you're definitely going to like it!”

Walking to Haru, Ishtar asked her if Haru could help her out, with some simple braiding in her hair. In exchange that Ishtar would help with the dinner preparations. Haru gladly accepted Ishtar's offer. Help in the kitchen was always welcome, especially since they now had double the number of mouths to feed. Together with Asami, they braided part of Ishtar's hair, leaving some of it still loose at the back of her head. About half an hour before everyone was due to sit down, Ishtar was sent out of the kitchen.

“You still have to get dressed, hurry up, or you won't make it!” said Haru lovingly.

Inside the big tent she closed her compartment and laid out her clothes for the evening. These were the items she had asked April to buy.

With care she put on a fluorescent orange lingerie. And a bright red bra with some lace. The next item, she absolutely adored. Black and purple striped stockings, which could be tied halfway up her thighs. To make it all look a bit neater, she donned a decent black dress. One that reached past her knees, with half-length sleeves and a cut just short of showing her cleavage. The last part of her outfit were two blue ribbons, which she wove through her braids. And she let the ends hang down her loose hair. Just as she was done she heard Haru calling dinner was ready.

Sure, she had an idea of how her men would react, but she wasn't prepared for what really happened. The first few seconds were as expected. Everyone was looking for a place at the table and busy talking to each other. Until Leonardo felt her approach and looked up. His facial expression changed from smiling to surprise and then to delight. He swallowed and moaned softly.

Raphael who was talking to Leo saw he didn't respond anymore. He followed the leader's gaze and saw that he was looking toward the tent. His mouth dropped in surprise when he saw her too.

Then Donnie and Mickey saw it too. Mickey immediately whistled his appreciation to Ishtar, which made her blush. Waking towards her, Mickey wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her to the table.

“Come sit next to me and Raphie, baby.”

Just before he set up a chair for her, he couldn't resist. He had to touch her ass. Quickly with one large finger he searched the edges of her underwear, only to be surprised with the feeling of that lingerie.. He had great difficulty now with pushing down a churr and whispered in her ear. “Geez, are you trying to kill me? Safe all your energy for tonight, you're gonna need it!”

Ishtar chuckled, his reaction was more than she expected. And she went the extra mile. “Oh, that'll be fine. I made a reservation for an empty tent for all of us,” she whispered back.

“Geez, was this the thing you were planning back in the lair, babe?” asked Raphael astonished.

“Yes Raph. Do you like it?”

Licking his lips he answered, “ya know I do!” He kissed her cheek and looked down at her cleavage. “Damn babe, you should wear more often a bra. Wait.. is that my color?”

“Yes Red, I'm wearing all your colors. Yours, Mickey's, Donnie's and Leo's.”

“So, what does this mean?”

“You'll find out later in the tent. Right now, I wanna eat!”

Although they took the time to eat, it wasn't going fast enough for her. She waited expectantly until after dessert, when she could hand over her Christmas present to the brothers, to her men..

“I know it's not tradition, but some gifts aren't suitable for children's eyes.”

She looked at them, standing in front of her. She noticed their heavy breathing, nostrils flaring, eyes filled with longing.. In fact, she was expecting to be picked up and dragged into the tent.. They didn't though, they just looked expectantly, waiting for a signal. So she turned around and took a few steps towards the tent. Then looked behind her, outstretching a hand to them, “come...”

They followed. Inside the tent they formed a circle around her in the main space.

“What would you want us do?” asked Leonardo.

“I don't know. I haven't made a plan for this”, she said. “You wanted me for Christmas, so here I am, wrapped up in beautiful clothes. I'm giving myself to you.. but I don't know how to proceed.. I've never been in a five-some..”

“Well, technically, neither have we,” pointed Donnie out.

“But theoretically you have?” Ishtar joked.

Donnie looked down to the ground and chuckled. “Good point. No, we have not.”

They all noticed Ishtar was quite nervous. Raphael stepped forward and pulled her in an embrace. “It'll be alright, babe. Only what you would like to do. Only with consent. And we all have our safewords. Would you like to hear ours?”

“Yes please. This is a good start.”

“Red”, said Raphael.

“Orange”, said Mickey.

“Blue”, said Leo.

“Purple. But I prefer pi with a lot of decimals”, said Donnie.

Ishtar chuckled. “Just as long as you don't ask me to. I only know until four decimals.”

“I promise I will not ask them of you. Tell me on another moment, it already sounds sexy.”

“Nerds..” interrupted Raphael.

“What's your safeword, Ishtar?” asked Leo. “Do you want to keep red?”

“I think I'm changing to grey..” she answered.

“Like fifty shades of Grey? Like the movie?” asked Mickey.

“No, not fifty shades of fucked up. Like being a good witch with good intentions, but not all will see the good in that. So no white, no black, but a grey witch. And shades of grey are harder to see in the shadows.. So for now, grey.”

Leo nodded. “That is a good choice actually”, he agreed. And with this explanation she indicated she wanted to be part of his team. ^We'll talk later about your options for a bandana, okay?^ he mind-thought to Ishtar. She nodded with gratitude.

“Guys.. and Ishtar. I might have an idea for tonight. Let's not make an orgy, but do something else instead. Like something that calms us down and put Ishtar at ease.. You know one of my love-languages are affirmations. I suggest we blindfold Ishtar with my mask, walk around her in circles and whisper in turn sweet, loving and encouragements to her. Would you like to try Ishtar?”

“Yes, but before we start, I have a request.”

“Name it!” said Raphael.

“I want you all naked around me. No weapons, no gear, no clothes, no underwear. But masks are optional..”

She heard some rustling behind her and a confident “DONE!” from Mickey. Turning around to him she saw a very happy, naked turtle grinning at her. He even turned around in a circle for her to admire. “Your wish is my command, me lady”, he said and bowed.

Looking Mickey up and down, she discovered his eager state.. and bit her lip. 'Oh dear goddess, how does he know I have a sweet spot for those kind of words? This is hot!'

“That's right baby, show me your appreciation!” Mickey said, trying to draw her in.

“Oh, I will show you.. after.. Leo's suggestion..” She looked around to her other men. “I guess this is why I didn't think of a plan. I trust the process and everything will work out fine. First Leo's plan and after that..? Who know..?”

Leonardo sat her down in the circle they made. Bedding and pillows laying around her. Very gentle Leo tied his mask to Ishtar, to blindfold her. “Blue suits you..” he whispered in her ear. “Comfortable?”

“Yes, thank you.”

It stayed silent for a while. Then, very soft, she heard them start walking around her. They started to whisper nice things, the sweetest things she ever could imagine. The only thing she could do, was absorb it all.

“I love you more.”

“I love you.”

“You're so beautiful.”

“I will always protect you.”

“You have a gifted mind.”

“You have a wicked sense of humor.”

“You're always on my mind.”

“You're the best girlfriend a turtle could wish for.”

“You are worthy.”

“Your skin feels so soft.”

“Ya taste delicious..”

“RAPH, behave!” said Leo, but Ishtar only giggled. “Please, continue.”

“You are my moon.”

“You are my princess, baby.”

“You are my goddess.”

“I love it when you sing.”

“I love your dirty dancing.”

“I love your voice.”

“I love the sounds of you snoring.”

Suddenly from outside Splinter added softly, “I love the positive influence you have on my sons. And I love your Reiki hands..”

“Thank you unknown voice from outside”, Ishtar said.

“I love it that you openly show your emotions.”

“I'd love to see you dancing.”

“I love making love to you.”

“I love your presence.”

“I adore you.”

“Je t'aime..”

“You're my precious.”

“You complete me.”

“I care for you.”

Ishtar had not foreseen the impact of these words and she felt it deep in her soul. Their love for her was genuine and honest. Touched by their love she felt tears welling up and sniffed. Behind her she heard a concerned sharp intake of breath. She said reassuringly, “it's alright. These are happy tears.”

“Are you more relaxed now?” asked Leo while he untied his mask.

“Yes.. Mickey, what did you have in mind?”

Mickey stepped forward confidently and spoke. “You all know I'm an artist. I want to enjoy the view of your body, like a photographer. Only without the actual camera. I'll make mental pictures of you. You will be my model and Leo, Raph and Donnie my assistants. All you have to do, Ishtar, is follow our instructions and move very very slow. Will you play?”

“Sure, I'll play. How do we start?”

“Remove your dress, Leo can help you and make it a sexy striptease..”

Ishtar snickered, “a striptease huh? Does our artist have some music with that?”

“Baby, take off your dress, yes, yes, yes

You can leave your hat on” Mickey sang.

“Oh, are we playing that game?” she asked laughing.

Slowly her hands ran over the fabric of her dress, barely touching her breasts. Sliding down slowly, gentle over her butt. Which she moved back and forth, to the tune of the song.

“Yes, yes baby, but slower..” Mickey said.

She gave him a sensual look over her shoulder and bent her body forward, painfully slow, to place her hands on the floor. She heard the others shuffle around, someone swallowing and she heard a soft moan. Slowly she got up again, scraping her fingers over her stockings, hearing Donnie moan.

“Do you like these Donnie?”

“hhhhhh.....” was the only sound he could produce right now.

She smiled and lifted the edge of her dress on the left side of her body so Mickey could see her lingerie.

“Shell yes baby! Show me more!”

“Leo, would you be so kind to help me out of this dress?”

“With pleasure..” he said.

Standing behind her playing along n the slow pace, he hooked his fingers around the edge and pulled the dress over her head. Ishtar held her arms up to help him. When the dress covered her eyes Leo stopped his motion, trapping her.

Mickey is going to blindfold you again, will you let him?”

“Yes” Ishtar nodded. “And a note to the artist and his assistants, no touching his gorgeous body, capiche?”

“Loud and clear”, answered Donnie.

“This is a great opportunity for you to find out how well you can see with a blindfold on.” Leo whispered behind her while he pressed his body to her rear.

“Always testing me, are you?”

With a courtesy Mickey bowed to Ishtar and asked permission to blindfold her. She granted it with a nod.

“Would you like me to continue the striptease?” she asked with a little more presence in her voice.

To her right she heard Raphael say, “take your bra off.. slow.. and hand it to me..”

And also, her sexy play started. Breathing slowly her hands wandered over her body, up in her hair, down over her back to her firm butt. Swaying it a little and walking small steps in the circle, to finally unfasten her bra. Cupping her breasts, she slide down the straps and extracting her arms from the material. Still holding her breasts and the bra with her hands, she trusted her senses to walk directly to Raph.

“Take hold of the bra straps, will ya, Raph?”

When she felt a small movement through the fabric, she let go and stepped back two paces.

“Ooh babe, they're.. you're.. so gorgeous..” he heaved a sigh.

“I know..” she said confident. “Any more requests?”

“No, just do your thing..” Mickey gulped.

“I will, just give me some music. There's a speaker in my bag.”

“What kind of music would our model like to hear?” asked Donnie who set up the music.

“Some dance-able, slow moving, soft rock, long guitar solo's kind of music, or movie soundtracks even.”

“Or.. some real dirty music?” Raph suggested.

Ishtar chuckled. “You can't handle that, Red... without touching.. And no Leo, that is not meant as a challenge. It's a fact..”

“Move around baby. Move your body to the music”, said Mickey softly. “Donnie, just pick something!” he said impatiently.

Hearing the melody of witchy woman from the eagles, made her smile. It had a long intro, but it was still a bit too fast to her liking.

“This is a good song Donnie, but the next one should be even slower..” she said.

“Understood lass.”

Moaning to her new favorite nickname from Donnie, she started her intuitive dance in the circle. Through appreciative eyes Leo saw different styles of dancing; tai chi movements, waltz and ballroom, body stretchings and more. Raph saw a sexy woman dancing in her own energy.

Even with the blindfold she was aware of her surroundings. She knew exactly where the boundaries of the circle were. And she knew where the guys were, every time again.

Donnie just enjoyed her dancing. The slow movements were nice, but he wanted her to move with more sexual energy. So he looked at the playlist to matching music. When he chose a more upbeat song, Ishtar protested, but was silenced by Mickey. Because of course Mickey did like this song, holding his thumbs up to Donnie to compliment the music choice.

“Move your hands more over you body, babycakes.”

She smiled shyly. She hadn't any experience with this, but she thought of something. “I'm going to need your help guys.. Your hands are my hands, where do I touch my body? How do I touch my body? With what energy am I touched by your hands?”

“I want to see Ishtar the warrior, show me the moves a shield maiden would make”, asked Leo. “Give me a confident look.”

“I know you're a goddess Ishtar, be one!” demanded Donnie.

“Yeah, I like that too!” agreed Raph.

“Shake that sweet ass of yours, baby. Shake it for me!” said mickey over-enthusiastically.

'What the...? I can't be a shield maiden, goddess and sexy all together at once in one dance. These are too many demands. It's too much..!' she thought. She noticed her faster breathing, tears welling up and the unsafe feeling. Recognizing the sensory overload coming up, she broke things off. “Too many demands guys! No play..!”

Under a loud protest from them she pulled her blindfold off and gave it back to Mickey. Disappointed he took his mask back. “You okay baby?” he asked perplexed.

“Kindda.. no... I don't know...” and she sat down on the ground.

All worried, they sat down next to her.

“What do you need? Do you want to talk about it?” asked Donnie.

Ishtar didn't know what caused it to happen. Was it too much? Was it about not having any experience with stripping? Did she needed more confidence..? Even that was unknown to her. Unconsciously she searched for Donnie and crawled on his lap. Donnie welcomed her, closing his arms lovingly around her and nuzzled his mark in her neck.

Raphael frowned. “Hey, that's new. You used to come to me for safety. What has changed that you now choose to sit with Donnie?”

Ishtar reached up with her hand to caress Donnie's face. “We can't keep this to ourselves, Don. We have to share..”

Donnie nodded. “Yes, we should. But calm down first. Find your center again, ground yourself back in your body.. I will tell them, love.” He said and kissed her on top of her head.

“Tell us what? What's going on?” asked Raphael confused. He looked at Leonardo and was surprised to see Leo was so calm. “What do you know that we don't?!”

“Give Ishtar a chance to center herself again, Raph. And then Donnie will tell us soon enough.”

Finally Ishtar nodded she was ready. Donnie took an breath and blurted out, “er.. I've marked Ishtar as mine yesterday..”

“You've WHAT?!” yelled Raphael.

“Dude, don't you know we share everything?!” exclaimed Mickey.

“Don, what the actual fuck?!” Raph continued, standing up now.

Ishtar felt Donnie tens up. “Relax Donnie, just let them rant through it. Feel my breath, follow it..”

“Who gave you the right to mark her? And to mark her first?!” Raphael went on.

“Somebody had to be the first person, Raphael. In this case it was Donnie. But that doesn't mean I can't be marked anymore by you or Mickey or Leo.”

“Oh yeah?! Well, I'm gonna mark you now!” Raph said angry and walked to her.

Ishtar rose to her feet and placed a hand confidently to his plastron. “No, you are not! Not with that energy! I don't want to be marked by you, just because Donnie passed you in this. Does it have no further meaning to you?”

Raph seemed to calm down a bit.

“I am not a submissive slave that can be used and tossed around by anyone. I don't want to be marked by you when it suits you best, when it's convenient. When you sink your teeth in my skin, when you clamp down hard, I want it to mean something. Now, sit your ass back down again, Raphael.”

She didn't wait for him to comply, she just settled herself down again in Donnie's lap.

“Donnie, could you tell me what it means to you to have me marked as yours?”

“Yes. It means I love you. That I will always protect you against anything in the world and universe. And no one else can claim you. Well, besides my brothers of course.” he shrugged. “And it means so much more. But.. I don't know how to express those feelings, these feelings are on a deeper level. Could you tell me what your mark on Leo means to you?”

“Wait.. what?!” said Ishtar confused.

“Well, you know.. you have bitten him and the scar is still visible. So.. seems to me you've marked Leo.”

“Huh”, she huffed. “I haven't thought about it that way.” She turned her face to Leo. “Do you feel like being marked by me?”

He gave her the sweetest smile. “Yes sweetheart, you've marked me.” He opened his arms invitingly for her.

Ishtar kissed Donnie on the cheek and moved to Leo's lap.

“You're the only person who gets to mark me and I will be the last person to mark you.” He said and kissed her on the temple. “But I'm curious too. What does it mean to have marked me as yours? Does it make you feel different towards me?”

She thought about that. “I don't know.”

“Than think on this question. How do you feel when someone threatens me?”

Immediately the energy flared up in her. She felt anger. She felt protective towards Leo and.. this was something that shocked her to the bones. She literally wanted to rip that person's head off. She told them and shivered by the thought.

“Don't worry about that babe”, said Raphael. “We can protect ourselves. But your energy looked impressive! People of this universe, don't mess with angry Ishtar, she'll be a praying mantis on you..” he chuckled.

Blushing a little, she agreed.

“But Leo, I got to ask”, started Raphael. “What do you mean by what you said, marking Ishtar last? I thought you had done that already by now..”

“Oh, I wanted to. But, if I claimed Ishtar as mine, that would leave her off limits for you guys..”

“How considered of you”, mocked Raphael. Finally something I can beat you first in”, he grinned.

“Not much of a competition, if you ask me. Ishtar made sure it didn't happen yet.”

“And what does that off limits part mean exactly?” growled Raph.

Leo looked down at Ishtar. “I leave the honor to you to explain.”

“Leonardo is your leader, and a alfa male. Which means if he marks me as his, his energy is transmitted on me. I know you're an alfa too Raphael, but you still have to respect Leonardo as leader. When marked by him, I cannot be claimed anymore by anyone. It's hard to explain. Please, just take my word in this. Deep down I know this will cause problems if I had let him claim me already..”

“How hard do I need to bite to claim you?” asked Mickey.

“You'll know when you get into that energy. I saw it by Donnie. It was wild, pure and.. primal..” she panted and churred unexpectedly. She even surprised herself with that. Donnie in response gave her that exact primal look again and churred back.

“You see? That kind of energy!”

“Did you, Raph or Donnie by chance already thought of an activity to do?” asked Ishtar, directing the conversation back to their evening activity.

Raph shook his head. “Anything other than sex, nope...”

“Not for now, but that's alright Raph. Donnie..?”

“I thought of a full body massage, with many hands. First you, and then us, one by one. And.. your stockings have to come off.. maybe even that lingerie..” he licked his lips.

“Hey! The lingerie is in my color, so it's mine!” said Mickey.

“Mickey, I have to agree with you on this one. When it needs to be removed, the honor will be yours.

Donnie rubbed his hands with the oil and started on her carapace. Ishtar wondered why he started there, because it was just a hard surface.

“Lie down love and surrender yourself to my hands”, Donnie said softly.

She didn't only surrender to his hands, but to all the hands she felt on her body. It had been ages since she last had a massage. So it didn't take long before she fell asleep under their expert hands.

“Hey guys..” whispered Raphael. “Shouldn't we lay her in bed? She's already asleep.” He looked down, quite in love with her.

“No, we finish this massage, she needs it. Even if she sleeps, it still has a healing effect.

[xxindiscriminatedshockxx]

Introduction

Hello everyone! If you’ve happed to stumble onto this page, welcome! I’m very excited to get started on things and get the ball rolling.

I guess a good place to start is who I am. My name is Cortni and I’m a twenty year old artist and fanfiction writer that has way too much time on her hands (when I’m not busy working.)

I have been around the internet since I was eleven, being first introduced to youtube and the quiz and fanfiction website Quotev on my janky 2Ds with internet connection. At the time of discovering the internet, I was very much obsessed with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise. More specifically the 2012 iteration that captured my eye when I was only ten.

TMNT 2012 was my first introduction to fandom culture. I learned about original characters, edits (which at the time were called amvs), fanart, and fanfiction. The show opened up my eyes to a world I never knew existed. I finally found a place where I belonged without being judged for the same interest as others.

And because of TMNT 2012, I eventually participated in fandom culture (didn’t start writing fanfiction until I stumbled on a little show called Gravity Falls.) TMNT in general was an amazing franchise I still indulge into this very day.

Very recently I decided to create my own TMNT series (by recently, I mean last night) and got straight to work on an idea I feel like sets itself apart from any of the official remakes we’ve had in recent years.

Introducing April O’Neil and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. This series follows the story of thirteen year old aspiring journalist, April O’Neil. One night after parting ways with her best friend Casey Jones at a skating rink, she catches a glimpse of something crawling down a manhole. With camera in hand and interest taking ahold, she follows the mysterious figure and stumbles directly into a lair up in the center of the sewer system, coming face to face with four human sized mutant turtles.

This series is consistently told from April O’Neil’s perspective and follows the events in her own eyes. The TMNT formula relatively stays the same with mutants, the Shredder, Kraang, etc, but puts a new spin on the classic series as April is four years younger than the turtles and is treated as a little sister/older brother dynamic.

Romance is not all that significant to the plot. The only romantic relationship I’ll really focus on is the classic Casey and April relationship, as I feel it is unnecessary for the turtles to be romantically involved.

This series is in its early stage of development and things may change throughout the course of production. Please consider giving me a follow if you are interested and I look forward to seeing the support. Thank you.

— xxindiscriminatedshockxx

[lulidragon]

April O' Neil, returning to her Slim, heterosexual Beauty and white privilege.

Anyway, but I Don't get Mad of Black April, if Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird never agree on her rave, minus me, I have ideas for my TMNT visión to along My fanfiction of Irma Langinstein, specially when I'm bored and these sketches Will full My cravings to be a famous Artist and have a Better universe than EZ, jajajaja.

In what It's been, ah yes, In My adaptation, April has 15 years old, She's more young than the turtles, because why not.

Mickey has 16, Donnie 17, Raph 17 too, but with 5 months of Difference and Leo has 18 years old.

Finally April really enjoys the Spring Break Fools!

April O' Neil, regresando a su esbelta heterosexual belleza y privilegio blanco.

En fin, tampoco me molesta la Abril Negra, sí Kevin Eastman y Peter Laird nunca se ponen de acuerdo con su raza, menos yo, tengo ideas para mi visión de TMNT junto a mi fanfiction de Irma Langinstein, especialmente cuando estoy aburrida y esos sketches van a llenar mis ansias de ser una artista famosa y de tener un universo mejor que el de EZ, jajajajaja.

En que estaba, ah sí, en mi adaptación, April tiene 15 años de edad, ella es mucho menor que las tortugas, pues porque no.

Mickey tiene 16, Donnie 17, Rafa 17 también, pero con 5 meses de diferencia y Leo 18 años.

¡Finalmente Abril en verdad disfruta de las Vacaciones Primaverales!

#tmnt #teenagemutantninjaturtles #rottmnt #riseoftheteenagemutantninjaturtles #digitalart #artedigital #aprilo'neil #abrilo'neil #tmntdrawing

#teenagemutantninjaturtles

#rottmntfanart #tmntfanart #tmntfanfiction

[atlas-born]

Attention TMNT fan girls, specifically those of us who wanna get freaking with them.

Why is every God damn nsfw fanfiction called "Mating season" or "breeding season". Do we all just have breeding kinks or what, what's going on?

[crystaliakuinoichi-blog]

The Night We Met

(tmnt 2012)

I am not the only traveler Who has not repaid his debt I've been searching for a trail to follow again Take me back to the night we met And then I can tell myself What the hell I'm supposed to do And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Take me back to the night we met. -The Night We Met, Lord Huron Donnie sat under a tree, with a sketchbook in his hand. He was drawing a picture of a girl. The laughing face, the bright eyes, the flowing hair- He stared at the image. April. Never in a million years had he ever thought of losing her. Not even during the mutant apocalypse. The picture was very accurate, in fact, it was a splitting image of her. The more Donnie looked at it the more he could hear her voice, speaking again, untouched by pain or misery, tears, or, in this case, mutation. He could hear her laughing. What Donnie would give to have her back-or at least to have her here. He didn't care whether she was in Casey's arms or not, he just wanted her there, in front of him, speaking- Living. Dumping a bag of popcorn over his head. Grabbing his tie- Her lips against his- His arms around her body, holding her close- Silent tears fell inside of Donnie's robot body. He found the star painting on his chest and he touched it affectionately. His ears dropped. She was gone. Never to come back. Never to be in his arms again- Donnie stood up and began to wander. Suddenly his foot touched something cold and foreign, not sand or grass. He looked down. It was pavement. Donnie could see the buildings surrounding him, the cars driving, and April- "I never want to see your ugly face again!" Donnie gasped. "April!" He shouted, running at her with his arms spread out- But he ran right through her and tumbled to the ground. When he looked up, angry April was gone. Instead, she was almost crying with joy. She rushed over and kissed his cheek before running to her no longer mutated father. "Ha! Two kisses in one day! Beat that Casey!" Casey brought his hockey stick to Donnie's feet and tripped him. Donnie stood up. The city was gone. There was only sand. "Come back" Donnie whispered, standing up. "Come home" Donnie continued walking, his head down. She was never-ever gonna come back. He came across a piece of something. He leaned over and picked it up. A shard. Of April's tessin. "Splinter's gonna train me to be a kunoichi!" "Your powers are getting stronger" "The guys'll be fully trained ninjas before I even get past the basics" Donnie stayed on the ground. Might be better here. He spread his body out on the ground and lay there, staring at the nearly cloudless sky. "If we ever had a kid, what would we name her?" April had asked. "A kid?" Donnie blushed. April raised the flower to the sky. "Rose" She whispered. But they would never have a child. Ever. Because she was gone forever, destroyed. "Donnie!" She screamed, running. Donnie could see her. He ran towards her. "April!" He shouted back, running. Suddenly a blade cut through her middle, causing her to stop- And crumple to the ground. "APRIL!" Donnie shrieked. The villain walked away, wiping the blood off his knife, the one that took her away. April's body lay flat on the ground, blood staining her clothes. It just blended in with the ground. Donnie held her body close to his, tears of regret pouring down his cheeks. "April please" He whispered, kissing her cold lips. Her life was gone. The building came crashing down. She's never coming back. Donnie stood up. He could hear giggling. Her giggling... On a rock she sat, on Donnie's lap, playing with a flower. She kissed him. Donnie missed her so much. He continued to wander. No hope, No love. All was gone. He still had his brothers. Sure, Raph was scarred, Leo was double-mutated, Mikey wasn't exactly right in the head-Although, had he ever been?-But he had them. And he didn't plan on losing them. Or would it be for the better? April was gone. But at least she was out of harm's way. Donnie knew that no one was ever safe until they were out of your reach forever. And ever. Out of reach of his arms, before he could even slip the ring onto her finger. He never got to say goodbye. Donnie came to a staff that was stuck into the ground. Splinter's grave. He-he was gone. But safe. And right next to his grave- April's. She was safe, right? That was good. She could never be tormented again by villains he couldn't stop. No longer able to be hurt by him, or anyone else, that was good, right? Donnie stared at the ground. She was down there. She was gone. "Nice catch Donnie!" "I never want to see your ugly face again!" "April!" "Rose" "Donnie NOOO!" "Donnie, I'm sorry" "Donnie, what have I done?" "You did it" "Donnie! I thought I'd lost you" "I don't like it, but April is gone" "Actually, April was the hero" "Poor Donnie" "That's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen" "Dude! April was watching!" "You know I can still hear you, right?" "My sweet princess is alive!" "APRIL!" Donnie found himself screaming as he fell to the ground, clawing at it. He pounded the dirt, dug into it. April was dead. Because of him. Because of fate. Because-Why? She did nothing to deserve this-nothing- Donnie banged his head on the ground. "NOOO!" He shrieked. "Please God No" "April" He whispered. Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder. Donnie looked up. There she was. Nearly translusent, but there. She leaned over and kissed him. It was a long, lingering kiss. One that Donnie could actually feel, and he didn't even have lips anymore. April hugged him tight. "It was never your fault. Donnie-I love you" April backed up. Donnie could see that by her side stood Splinter, Karai, Casey, The mighty mutanimals, Kirby, Bishop, the utrom-everyone that he-they had lost. Everyone was smiling and waving. "Someday, you'll join us" And they were gone. -That night The others stood next to a fire when Donnie came back. His head was down. "Donnie! Donnie where have you been?" Raph asked. Donnie shook his head as a picture slid from his hands. Leo picked it up. Donnie sat down and hugged his legs. The turtles looked at the picture. "April" Mikey whispered. "Who?" Mira asked. The turtles looked up at Donnie. Suddenly three pairs of arms wrapped around Donnie. "We love you, brother" Leo said. "I know" Donnie whispered. "And we always will" Raph said. "Robot or not" "It doesn't matter how different she was from me, or how far away she was. What mattered was the time I spent with her, the love I gave-Before her's ran out" Donnie said. Later that night Donnie sat under the moon, sketching. The picture was of April on her toes, kissing him. A slight chuckle escaped Donnie's mouth as he remembered that day. Your not just any mutant Donnie, your my mutant"

[skyrimgamer17]

{ Mutant University} -- 

 - In this side story not cannon to the Marc the Ninja Turtle story this is more of a gag. In this story Melissa was a new student and she dreamed of meeting her prince charming who can understand her and love her. She later met Marc who actually saved her from a basketball falling from the sky. She and Marc start hanging out with each other and did some crazy adventures with their friends. 

[thenerdytomboynewb96]

Samantha Allan Park Ch. 47

Any references to TMNT or anything from popular media and culture is NOT MINE. I only own my OC's. Any references to “TMNT Out of the Shadows” DO NOT BELONG TO ME. Only my additions that I came up with myself belong to me. Anything from the films or other series ARE NOT MINE, only my OC’s and my ideas that I have added onto the story FOR FUN. Thank you.

Chapter #47

Saturday July 11th, 2015. 3a.m. at the lair-or so we think Theme: All Time Low-Nightmares

“Why…Why can’t you just learn to shut up and listen?!” Sam shouted, still standing in place where she was now a few steps away from Raph. “Do you honestly think I wanted this? You think that I openly joined that shitty clan? I’d rather die than loyally join them! But you wouldn’t know that because you can’t keep your mouth shut!” Sam now slowly started walking forward towards Raph, whose shell was still stuck in the wall after she had kicked him in her rage. “Sam, wait-” “SHUT UP!” As Sam screamed out, forceful wind gusts flew out to the sides of her body. “You don’t know anything, god there’s still so much that you don’t yet know and understand. But hey, months of getting to know someone obviously doesn’t mean shit to you. Someone telling you about the most terrifying and scarring parts of their life obviously DOESN’T MEAN SHIT to you. Watching someone breakdown in front of you, open their heart to you, you saw all of that first hand, and how do you react? You degrade that person’s family and call them a liar! This is why I didn’t come to you guys in the first place, I knew you would react this way, ESPECIALLY YOU! I knew I made the right decision when I did and you’ve given me all the proof I need that I never should have trusted you EVER. You know how trapped you feel right now, that fear of not being able to control a damn thing that’s about to happen to you? I’ve been living that way since Thursday night. Wrong, I’ve been living that way my entire life! You’re right, my life is so fucked up that I am broken, and now you’re going to know what it’s like to be broken to.”

Sam paused…where were the others? This was when Mikey was supposed to link arms with her and pull her back, when Leo was supposed to shove her away and then Donnie pin her neck against the wall with his bo. This was when the three prevented her from killing her brother by punching his face to mush, so where were they? “They’re not coming” Raph mumbled. Sam looked up in horror as she saw Raph was now missing an eye, as if it had literally just been ripped from his face. Sam just stood there, covering her mouth since she sensed she was about to throw up. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Raph asked, as small drips of blood escaped from his lips as he spoke. “This is what you wanted. You knew that if you let me make you mad that this would happen.” “No-” she choked out, only to continue to be cut off by the turtle in front of her who continued to look worse and worse every time she had the guts to somehow look back at him. “Yes, you knew Shredder was experimenting on you and yet you still took those pills to help you get out of those restraints. And then you got into an argument with me, knowing you would turn into a monster and would kill me-” “I NEVER MEANT TO KILL YOU!!!” Sam shrieked as she looked back at Raph as the tears were pouring from her eyes. More and more tears poured from her sockets as she saw that Raph’s face was now black and blue. His face had changed color so drastically that only the green from the rest of his skin proved that his face had ever been green at all. “And yet you were going to. That punch, if you were lucky enough to calm yourself to only throw one, would have crushed my skull. My brain wouldn’t exist anymore. You wanted to murder me.” As Raph spoke his voice slowly became louder and louder. “I never wanted-” “But you were going to! You had no self-control and my life meant that little to you!” “It wasn’t me, I needed to get away so I injected some mutagen-” “Knowing it would give you strength! Strength so that you could KILL ME!” “No! I-” “YOU’RE A MURDERER! YOU WANTED TO KILL AND YOU WERE GOING TO! If my brothers hadn’t shown up then what do you think you were going to do Sam?!” At this point Raph had somehow gained the strength to remove himself from the wall and he was now walking towards Sam. “Raph, please-” “WERE WE GONNA HUG IT OUT?! I DON’T THINK SO! I knew what you wanted and you were a second away from stealing my life, the life of one of your best friends, of one of your brothers! WHAT SISTER TRIES TO KILL HER OWN FAMILY?!?!” Raph bellowed as his voice echoed off the walls of the dojo. That’s when he marched right up to her and grabbed her by the neck. He pulled her so that her ear from her shaking head was right in front of his mouth. “Well, since you intended to kill me, I guess I’ll have to fight back in self-defense” he whispered, and once the words escaped his bleeding lips, he slammed her face first into the ground. Sam was too shocked to speak as he pulled her back up, his hand still gripped onto her neck. Sam could feel that her nose was broken and she could taste the blood in her mouth from all different types of cuts. She was amazed that she could feel or taste anything as the air was being prevented from entering her body to allow her to breathe because of the grip around her neck. “How does it feel Sam? To die from having your face bashed in again and again?” Raph snarled as he repeatedly slammed Sam’s face against the concrete beneath them. Sam then began to howl in pain. She happened to look into a piece of broken glass that just happened to be on the ground nearby and saw that her face now resembled his: her nose had been crushed, where his eye was gone that eye of hers was completely bloodshot red, there were cuts and small chunks taken from her ear lobes (matching the patches of skin scratched off along the sides of his head), her lips were cut and bloodied, and her cheeks were black, blue, and purple, besides for the rest of the red blood that coated her face. She knew that this was a symbol of what Raph would have looked like if she had succeeded in punching the shit out of him that night if she hadn’t been stopped by the others.

“Stop it! I never meant for this! I never wanted this!” she wailed as she lost feeling in a majority of her body. “And yet you joined the Foot, joined them on missions, and then had the guts to defend and protect them rather than hiding yourself so that we couldn’t find you! YOU’RE WEAK! YOU’RE AN IDIOT! AND WORST OF ALL, you let yourself get caught! You tried to kill me, so I’m going to make you see what happens when you attack someone with a temper they can’t control.” Sam braced herself as Raph flipped her over and was now positioning himself to slam the back of her head down onto the solid already bloodied concrete for the final time.

Sam jolted awake and was now sitting up in bed. Her breathing was ridiculously fast and she could feel the tears in her eyes and the vomit in her throat. She sprinted to the bathroom down the hall and threw up into the toilet a couple of times and then dry heaved for a couple of minutes before her body finally calmed down and allowed her to realize it was just another nightmare.

Since all her friends knew that Jay was going to be away for two weeks on his honeymoon, a bunch of Sam’s female friends and their older sisters who were friends with Brenda and Jay had invited themselves to come over to the apartment earlier that night and hangout with Sam so that she wouldn’t feel lonely (not realizing she had planned to spend the entire two weeks underground). This meant that she had returned home for the day and had spent the entire day in her house talking, dancing, playing games, and doing all other sorts of things with her friends. This had gone on all the way until 12:45a.m. to which the last females safely took an Uber home since multiple guests had to work the next day. Sam had decided to call it a night and after a quick shower she hopped into bed and decided she would join up with her friends later that day. She never expected that she would have yet another nightmare. She had been having nightmares ever since she lost her siblings, but they had decreased tremendously once she became friends with the turtles…but then they came back and were ten times worse after she had joined the Foot.

She had lost track of how many she had and how they involved everyone. One nightmare involved Raph and Mikey being killed at police headquarters after she had helped the two sneak in. Another nightmare involved the brothers getting hurt when they went to save Sam from Shredder after she joined the Foot and their rescue attempt had failed. One dream involved the older three blaming Sam because Mikey had taken his own life after not being able to handle Sam dying from saving him from being affected by the electronic whip that technically killed her the first time. She also had a dream where she messed up when she tricked Karai into thinking she would hurt the turtles when she froze the electric whip she had aimed at Mikey and in this case had hurt him so badly that he ended up with severe injuries afterwards. She had had a few dreams where she hurt Donnie as he helped her test her limits with her powers and she lost control. She had dreams where she hurt the brothers, and some involved the brothers hurting her. Some dreams involved one or more of the brothers harming her in order to avenge a brother that she had hurt or killed. Tonight she had had a dream about the time where she easily could have killed Raph if no one had come to intervene, and obviously this dream focused on her realizing what could have happened if she had actually killed Raph while also making her receive a taste of her own medicine from the wrath she threw at him that same night.

Once Sam’s body had calmed down she quickly left the bathroom, grabbed her bag with her gear in it, and threw on a hoodie since she had been in her pajamas and hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath. She then adjusted the locks and scanners in her room as he left through the balcony stairway outside her window and then entered the sewers through a manhole in the alley behind her apartment building. This was instantly what she did every time she had one of these nightmares. Whoever was most involved with her in the nightmare was always who she visited instantly. It was as if the only thing that made everything okay was actually seeing the person she thought she had harmed, or who she thought had harmed her, and confirming with them that everything had been a horrible dream and that in reality everyone was safe and okay. Of course, she always did this without telling a soul. There were multiple nights where Jay had contacted the guys in a panic because Sam wasn’t home and he hadn’t known that she had had a nightmare and had gone underground and visited whoever she had the nightmare about. She was also reprimanded by all her brothers since she would go visit that person involved in the nightmare regardless of whether or not it was a safe time to do so. Again, it was a little after 3.a.m. and Sam was now leaving her building and wandering the sewers alone, knowing the Foot and Purple Dragons still existed.

But this was what Sam did, every single time. She was silent (besides for her heavy breathing) as she walked at an incredibly fast pace down the sewer tunnels towards the lair. She had a tablet in her hands that she used to hack into Donnie’s systems so that she could enter the lair without waking anyone. In record time she entered the lair and quickly turned a corner from the living room so that she was now heading towards Raph’s bedroom. She had tossed her tablet onto the couch and was now booking it towards the bedroom. Usually if the door was locked she would just ‘slump’ her body so that it forcefully leaned on the door and made enough noise to awaken whichever brother was in the dream that time. If the door was unlocked then she would ever so slowly open it, and if the brother was sleeping then she would literally carefully climb into the bed with them and within seconds they would know what was going on.

Sam didn’t have a chance for either of these things to happen since she saw that the door was open and that Raph was not in the room once she arrived. This made Sam worry that her dream was more than just a dream and that Raph was actually gone. What if everything else was a dream and she had actually killed Raph? She had no right to be here, but did the brothers even know? What if she had hurt him so much that there wasn’t a body left, did they even know where Raph was? Had she hurt them? Oh god what if she didn’t just unleash her wrath on Raph and she had harmed the other brothers?! What if-”

Suddenly muscular arms wrapped themselves around her. She hadn’t realized her knees were buckling beneath her and that she was about to collapse into a ball on the floor until she felt the arms wrap themselves around her and help keep her standing on her feet. “It’s okay, it’s okay. He’s in my room, that’s where he crashed. I’ll go get him, okay?” Sam recognized Mikey’s voice and she recognized his touch as he was now gently rubbing his hands up and down her arms. The feeling made her feel more relaxed and allowed her to respond with a nod of her head. Mikey then gently scooped her up and carried her over towards his brother’s bed where he sat her down. He kneeled down in front of the girl who had brought her knees up to her chest and had wrapped her arms tightly around her knees. He saw the redness in her eyes and could tell that this had been a really bad nightmare. “I’m gonna go get him, so don’t leave okay? He’s fine I promise. Breathe with me” he said as he put his hands on both of the girl’s cheeks and took slow breaths and continued to do so until her breathing matched his.

Mikey then eased his way out of the room, never taking his eyes off of Sam until he literally couldn’t see her anymore, and seconds later Raph had walked into the room. He quickly made his way over to the bed and threw his arms around the girl who was already beginning to cry again. “Whatever I did or whatever you did, we’re both okay. We’re healthy and we’re safe, no one is hurt or in danger I promise” he reassured her as he kept his arms wrapped around her. He hated to hear her cry, and it broke him even more when he saw her cry, but he knew that when she was like this she needed someone to take care of her. Sam was one of the toughest people he had ever met, but there were still times where she was weak and needed others in order to get by. This was one of those times.

The two just sat there for a few minutes as the girl released her tears as she cried into his shoulder. Raph just sat there and did the regular things that got Sam to calm down: he ran his hand up and down her back, he ran his fingers through her hair. Sam had made it clear to all the brothers that she was a touchy feely person even if not necessarily in a romantic way. Once a few minutes had passed and Sam had calmed down Raph leaned back and looked her in the eye. This was usually the signal that he was ready to listen to whatever it was that had happened. Sam took a long breath, and struggled in doing so, before she finally spoke. “I had the dream where I almost killed you again” she whimpered. Raph sighed and ran his hand down his face. “Man, again? Was it the same as last time where you beat me to a pulp and then faced my brothers afterwards?” he asked in a guilty manner, hating himself for even leading Sam to have these past experiences that now lead her to having these nightmares. “No actually. This one was different” she said as she timidly looked up at him. “This time it was you who ridiculed me. Your face became more and more deformed as you verbally and then physically fought back.” Raph looked as if he had seen a ghost. This was a new nightmare scenario indeed. Usually when Sam had this nightmare she had already killed Raph and she was either tortured with the realization of the monster she almost became, or she faced the emotional and physical fights from his brothers as they avenged their brother by attacking his killer, but this time it was him who had harmed Sam in the nightmare. “Did…did I do something that made the dream change?” he asked as he looked more to his left and down at the bed. Sam rapidly shook her head. “Of course not. I talked to a therapist about this once and he told me that sometimes when similar nightmares change it’s because of alternate scenarios that could have happened. I guess this time my mind wondered how you would have reacted if I had paused. I guess my mind assumed you would have resumed to defending yourself and would have killed me since I had intended to kill you…wait, I mean!-” “I know what you meant Sam. The mutagen kicked in and made you go haywire after I set you off. You never meant to hurt me, you just lost control because of me.” Sam could tell by the look in his eye that he regretted every scene that was replaying itself in his head. Man she wished she could take back everything that had happened that night not even a full year ago.

She gently held onto Raph’s right arm. He looked up at her, the shame in his thoughts displayed on his face. “Hey, we both wish we could go back and fix what happened. But it’s okay now. Just like you said, we’re both healthy and we’re both safe. Everything worked out and everything is back to normal again. Everything was out of context and we both made mistakes, but we’ve grown and learned from them. These nightmares aren’t your fault” she said in a soothing tone. The girl’s words were helpful, but there were still dark thoughts in the turtles mind. “Do you ever wonder what life would be like now? If one of those bad scenarios actually happened?” he asked shyly. Sam sighed and flopped back onto the bed. “All the time. I wonder what would have happened if I had actually killed you. I know I never would forgive myself. I know your brothers would shun me, and I wouldn’t blame them-” “Stop” Raph said rather harshly, although he hadn’t intended to sound that way. Sam paused and pursed her lips together and kept them shut. “Just…I wonder the same thing” Raph mumbled, continuing to look everywhere but at her, but that was before Sam shot up and made him look at her. “What are you talking about?” she asked. Raph sighed. “You could have died if something had gone wrong while you were with the Foot, and I’m the main reason we didn’t help you. I pushed you over your limits because I had to be an ass about not fully trusting you and then what do we learn? You’ve been covering for us the whole damn time.” Sam now realized that as Raph talked through gritted teeth he was also clenching his fists together. She looked up at him with gentle eyes only to see that he had reverted back to looking away from her. Sensing the tension in the air, Sam leaned over and rested her head on the turtles shoulder. “You can’t keep thinking that way. I know I need to stop thinking this way as well. It’s these thoughts that keep making us have these nightmares” she muttered. She felt an arm wrap around her. “I know, but I can’t just ignore how I acted and I can’t just ignore what could have happened if things didn’t turn out as lucky for us as they did.” “Well then don’t forget what happened, but keep thinking about how to make up for it” Sam said as she sat back up and looked him in the eyes. “Next time I act all sketchy, now you know to trust me no matter what. And you also know that no matter what situation I’m in that I’ll always have your back, same for the others.” This finally got Raph to smile. “Yeah, and I know from now on that you’ll never go behind our backs. Unless it’s a prank war that is” he said with a smirk. Sam shrugged. “Everyone is each other’s enemies when the prank wars begin my friend. No one can ever be trusted during those times.” She was happy to see that Raph was feeling better as he chuckled from her comment. Sam rocked herself forward and then stood up in front of him. “So, you ready for the next part of getting past nightmares?” she asked as she held her hand in front of her for him to take.

When Sam went to talk to whichever brother was involved in the nightmare, a new tradition had come about within each pairing. She and Leo would always go meditate and would then discuss the nightmare while drinking tea in his room. Donnie, being the speed demon that he was, loved to run out his emotions with Sam before the two officially found a spot to cool down and talk things out. Mikey and Raph handled things the opposite way. Mikey needed to talk things out and then needed to complete a fun activity with his partner in crime afterwards to prove that everything was okay. Raph also needed to talk things out before he could do anything else, and afterwards, he needed to complete some type of physical activity. Usually the two would work out in the dojo, but sometimes they completed more leisurely activities as well. Tonight Raph was more interested in using the batting cages in the secret hangout that Mikey and Sam had prepared which was now a huge underground fun house.

Raph looked up at Sam before taking her hand. “Before we end this conversation, you know I would never hurt you, right? Putting the past in the past, nothing like that will ever happen again and I’ll never treat you like I did. You know that, right?” he asked cautiously. Sam brought her hand back to her side. “I know that as long as you know I’ll never do anything to betray you guys ever again, and I swear I’ll never hurt any of you guys either. The past is the past, and nothing from the past will ever repeat itself.” Raph nodded with a small smirk. “In that case, race you to the batting cages!” he announced as he quickly lunged forward, scooped Sam up, and tossed her onto his bed as he then ran out the door. “Mikey let’s go!” Raph called, knowing that his youngest brother would still be awake, and this was proven correct as a hyper Michelangelo dashed through the hallways and was now silently tailing his brother. Sam sat up as quick as she could and tried to catch up to the others as fast as she could. The whole time she was laughing and having fun with her brothers she continued to remind herself that she would NEVER let the past repeat itself ever again. Her life was perfect and she would never allow anything to ever change that.

[chickyqueen]

Chapter 8 is officially up! Time for Casey to properly meet his mum! Twas a fun one to write! Enjoy!

[twilightpony4]

Backwoods: 10. Masters

Lotus followed closely behind her mentor on her motorbike. The two women escaped the fire in the junkyard. They left their mutant targets behind due to the flame’s hostility. The women zipped through the New York traffic as they headed towards their next destination. Along the way, they scanned the streets for the van that the Purple Dragons would be hauling their prisoner in.

The women came up to a backstreet and rode down the cramped aisles behind the buildings. At an end was the truck they were looking for. The oncoming lights of their motorcycles signaled the Purple Dragons to exit the vehicle. When they were able to confirm it was who they thought it was, they lowered their arms and relaxed outside the vehicle. The Mistress and Lotus took off their helmets and approached the van. Johnny stood up straighter to ensure he would not anger this woman.

“Where is rat?” she demanded in English. Johnny took a brief step back and opened the rear passenger door. The Mistress cocked her brow. When she stepped towards the vehicle, the third member of the Purple Dragons got out of her way. In his haste, he realized he stood closer to Lotus than he would’ve liked. He jerked himself  over again, trying not to laugh nervously or make eye contact with her. Lotus hid her smile behind the full plated mask she wore.

“Right in here Ms. Mam.” Johnny announced. There he was, still in the same outcold position he was. The Mistress took a step back and looked towards Two-Ton. She pointed at him and then back to Splinter.

“He come.” Without hesitation, Two-Ton reached over to slump Splinter back over his back. The Mistress led with Lotus right behind her and the rest of the crew lingering behind. 

“(I’m surprised they still have him.)” Lotus commented in her native language. The Mistress agreed.

“(So am I.)” She looked back. All three were startled at first that she was looking directly at them. It was as if she did not care that they were squirming under her gaze, unsure of what to do. They acted funny and dressed funny. “(these people don’t seem real.)”

“(As if we are to say with what we are up against).” The Mistress cocked a brow to her student. She couldn’t see her face but she knew she was giving the same knowing look back.

They approached a door in which they had stopped. The Mistress knocked and announced herself. Another voice called for her to enter. The door opened and in front of them was a small spread. Karai sat before them, enjoying her meal on her knees as she would traditionally do. She motioned them to sit with her. The Mistress and Lotus kneeled before her and bowed.

“(We couldn’t get one more mutant?)” she stated bluntly. The Mistress rose to explain.

“(Apologies. Our enemies started a fire. Required action was taken.)” Her voice was not shaky. It was stern and honest in delivery. Lotus has only shadowed some jobs that her mentor has taken her on, but this was one of the few times a failure occurred. Her sensei never sounded an emotional mess with her apologies. It was always poised, professional, and sincere. There was a pause. Karai was thinking.

“(With the rat still in our possession, the others will come back.)” Lotus added. Her neck was pushed down by her mentor. She stopped her force before her forehead hit the floor.

“(Silence.)” It happened so fast even the Purple Dragons behind them flinched in fear that they too had done something wrong by just being there. “(We have failed you today. Our humblest apologies.)”  Karai reached into the side of her robe where her walkie talkie was. 

“Come take the Purple Dragons to holding.” She asked. A member on the other line agreed. Instantaneously, Foot clan members appeared out of nowhere. The three members were quick to interject, asking what they did wrong and getting scared of a punishment. “You are taking and guarding our prisoner in holding” She explained further. The boys calmed down, and went off with the Foot Clan members. The last member took it upon himself to close the door to leave his master alone with her business. Immediately, The Mistress took off her black hood from over her head and pulled her yellow scarf below her chin. Lotus followed behind, pulling her metal mask from her face. She looked back up at Karai who was indifferent to this change.

“(Anything else to report?)”

“(We have injured them greatly.)” The Mistress began. She placed a hand on Lotus’ knee to address her. “(She was able to inflict damage to their leader.)”

“(Impressive.)” Karai commented. She stared at Lotus. She was unsure whether or not she is supposed to continue staring as she is or if she was to look away. “(Despite your failures, you have still pleased me. You will be called on later.)”

“(Thank you, Master Shredder.)” The Mistress bowed once more with Lotus following her. The black hood and yellow scarf came back on and so did the mask. The two women politely left Karai to finish enjoying her meal. When they got far enough down the hall, Lotus began:

“(Shredder? How did she become the Master?)” The Mistress abrasively took a step in Lotus’ way to cause her to stop abruptly. She looked into the eyes of her student to be clear.

“(Hold your tongue. This is a contract for you and that’s all you should be concerned about.)” she warned. Lotus could do nothing but stand there and actually heed to her sensei’s words. She knows it's true but can someone really go through the majority of their life so nonchalant? Is that what it is to be a kunoichi? Her mentor took an opening step and continued down the hall. She wanted to take the time to actually look at the creature.

She may have been up close in battle but the commotion of the night didn’t give her the time to examine the creatures thoroughly. They entered where they kept him. The Purple Dragons met them at the door. With few words, the Mistress ordered them to stand by the door. She wanted to study the creature with minimal annoyance. Splinter was still out cold and chained to a wall. This time he had the ability to stand up but the rest of him was weighed down in chains. He lay sprawled on the ground for him to wake up in one of the worst positions for an elderly animal on the worst surfaces. Lotus squatted down  to study his finer features.

“(What do they say these things are?)” His whiskers flickered for a moment. “(I don’t believe they could be lab experiments gone wrong.)”

“(It is what we are told.)” Her mentor took her foot and got it under Splinter’s tail. It was heavier than she thought. When it slipped off of her foot when she lifted it, her body shuddered. “(This is supposed to be a rat.)”

“(It wears a hair tie.)” Lotus pointed out. Indeed Master Splinter was wearing his usual style. Most of his silver tresses were wrapped up in what used to be such a neat bun on top of his head. After two days of being held captive, it told its story of distress. “(Very peculiar. Am I going to be seeing more things such as this?)”

“(Maybe on this job. I can honestly say that I am stunned by what I am seeing.Kunoichi are far and few inbetween and you will be called for multiple types of jobs. You will see things you had not thought possible.Things you don't want to believe. This, I believe.)”

The older woman watched as her student reached out her hand to properly touch the creature. Her fingers brushed back his rogue hairs from his face. They were twirled between her fingers until she removed them to twist and secure them around his hair bun. The Mistress sighed in distaste.

 “(Don’t tell me you’ve developed a liking to this creature. How unsanitary.)” Lotus almost choked from what she was accusing her of. All she could do was shake her head. Slowly, she began to stand. The Mistress stood much straighter as it seemed that her student was going to give a possible sermon. She wanted to know what could be going on in that child’s head. It was always something different with her.

“(I saw humanity in the creature I fought. What is to say its downfall is similar to the ones I’ve played with in the past? If I am not mistaken, it is also the great leader I ‘injured greatly’.)”

“(It is disgusting.)”

“(Sensei, it is a skill you refuse to utilize.)” She got her there and she had to agree. The Mistress cracked a smile under her mouth covering.

“(With that thing, you are absolutely correct.)” She referred to that green monster her student was able to fend off. When it was time to leave the building from that fire, the Mistress did what she could to escape from the majority of the family and find her student. She didn’t see the fight but she did see her straddling the thing. Other small hints such as how she was smiling was a tell-tale sign. She’s seen her do this before with other victims. “(What happens if it does not work?)” Lotus gestured towards the rat on the ground.

“(‘Injured Greatly’)”

[amunetred]

Black and Blue

A/N: I’m writing my Leorai week in the form of an ongoing short story.  Be sure to read Black & Blue Chapters 1-6 first.

Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born. 

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Chapter 7

Homecoming

The last time I’d tromped through these woods had been with my Leonardo.  This time it was with the shadow of him, a crazed version that for some reason thought we were two parts of a constellation.  One insane idea backed by another.  He wanted to kill April. And she wanted me to lead him right to her.

The slow burn between my eyes had spread up and across my brow, then began to radiate out with every telepathic word April spoke.  Lure him to the cliff.  We’ll be waiting.  Tell him it’s our rendezvous point.

Okay already. Quiet down, O’Neil.  You’re tearing my head apart… and the whole talking to me while not being here thing, it’s creepy.

What’s creepier is that I’ve been with you since you set out on this mission.

What?

I had to figure out a way to repair the seam, to send back all the spirits that do not belong here… while keeping myself alive by the end of it.  That meant I needed a lock, and I don’t know if you’re going to like it but I think I found one.

Why am I less than thrilled about this?

Because it’s a pretty permanent solution.  Maybe it won’t be so bad, if it works.

I groaned and Dark Leo’s eyes narrowed on me.  “You’re quiet.”

I shrugged.  “I’m meeting my friend in the woods so I can help you kill her and combine mystical energies somehow so we can repair a rip in the universe and return to our celestial home.  You know, I’ve done some crazy shit but this ranks pretty high up.”

He bore some kind of unreadable stern expression that made my stomach turn.  He didn’t move like Leo, or talk like him, yet he was him.  Or he was in there.  My heart knew it more than my pounding head did, because with every step closer to him, to our cliff, an ache began to build inside me.  One way or another, maybe even one universe or another, we would be together.

As we breeched the clearing, April was nowhere to be found. I approached the cliff, a pang in my heart at the remnants of ash from a fire long burned out.  What was I doing?  

It was hard to look over the valley, the rise and dips, a grey world beneath a sunless sky.  Everything was dying.  All that was green was brown.  I closed my eyes, feeling the breeze on my face, the ache in my heart great.  If I could find Dark Leo’s version of me, whatever April’s plan was wouldn’t be warranted.

Yes it would.  And we’re here, you just can’t see us.  Stand in the circle.

What? Who’s here? Why can’t I see you?  And stand in what circle?

You’re exhausting you know that?

My teeth ground together.  I’m getting sick of you in my head, O’Neil.

From the sound of it Dark Leo was stomping around. “Where is she?”

We’re all here, even Michelangelo.  Stand in the center of the fire pit.  

I barely stopped myself from gasping.  My heart picked up pace.  Michelangelo is awake?

He is. He’s okay.

“Where is she? You said she’d be here!” I ignored Dark Leo’s complaints, so relieved to hear good news.  I opened damp eyes, turning my back on the mountains.  April, why can’t I see you?

Well, for better or worse, it’s uh some combination of physics and— oh just let Donnie explain it later.  Get in the circle.  

As I took a step toward the soot, Dark Leo marched toward me, one hand reaching for his weapon. “Where is she?”

Where I should feel fear, should be stricken and terrified of him, of losing my life, of losing this long, endless battle, I wasn’t. He’d revealed too much.  Told me what he believed to be true, whether it was or not, it gave me an iota of power and that was more than enough.  I stepped into the circle as he closed in. “Are you going to kill me, Leonardo?  Is this it? You’ve come all this way, been through so much, to take me down here, now? Why? Because she’s a few minutes late?”

His heels dug into the soil, puffs of dirt wafting around his feet.  His eyes grew wide, his features soft for a second, but he didn’t lower his hand as a breath later he steeled himself, pulling forth his weapon.  “I will. I can, and I will.”  

Catch, Karai!

Catch what? Before I could react my tanto seemed to materialize in thin air.  Oh! This was the work of Donatello for sure. I grabbed my weapon as Dark Leo took his first strike.

He scowled, eyeing my tanto.  “How did you do that?” Our swords clashed as he glared at me over the sharp of his blade.  “Has this place put some power in you?”

Get him in the circle!

His eyes darted over me, searching for some explanation. A slight smile graced the corner of my lips and he snarled, wheeling back to launch forward for another strike. “I will kill you! I will! I will and this hurt will die with you!”

I blocked his strike again, my feet sliding, my heel breeching the edge of the ring.  I thrust my weight forward, digging in, pushing him back too far.

Hurry up, Karai, I can’t hold this field much longer.  We’re all about to be exposed and if he’s not in before that happens, all hell will break loose.

I grunt, struggling to hold my ground.  Hasn’t it already?

The circle, Karai!

I’m working on it! “Oh, come on, Leo! I know you’re in there damnit!”

Dark Leo let out a roar as if willing himself to engage me. I edged back, letting him in close, dropped down, and executed a precise kick to his sword wielding hand.  His palm opened releasing the weapon, which I kicked away.  He ground his teeth together, lunging toward me as he entered the ring.

But as I leapt to my feet, his hands closed around my throat. I looked him in the eye, my heart pounding.  “I love you, Leo.  I know you’re in there and I need you— I need you.  Help me help you.  Please—”

A bolt of lightning branched across the sky, lateral above us rather than reaching down for the earth.  It bore piercing white arms with crooked limbs, bringing with it clouds that rolled in like gathering cattle.  The breeze grew to a strong wind, dirt swirling at our feet as one by one our family appeared.

“I am the dragon of the east.” Donatello’s eyes were closed as he and his brothers sat in lotus, April completing the circle.

“I am the bird of the south.” Michelangelo echoed, his eyes closed as well.

Raphael glared at his lost brother’s face. “I am the tiger of the west.”

“I am the tortoise of the north.” April strained to repeat her words again and again in cadence with the brothers.  “We are the guardians of the elements, of cardinal directions, the keepers of the seasons and of one another.”

Dark Leo’s eyes flashed, darting to April. “YOU!  I’ll destroy you.  You are not me.  You are nothing!”

April’s eyes glowed bright white.  “I will return you to where you belong, to who you are, with the one you love, and I will become something new, the yellow dragon at the center, guardian of earth.”  She reached out, touching Leo’s leg.  “I am the yellow dragon.  You are the tortoise of the north.”  

Karai, tell him you are the snake.

The winds surrounding us grew to hurricane force, trees bending in half, a dark circle opening at the funnel above us.  Oh gods.  My nightmare.  It was happening.  Hair whipped across my face, I felt two hands, one on each of my calves, looked down, Michelangelo and Donatello.  Raphael had Leo by the opposite leg from April.  All were still chanting, and my body began to transform, taking its serpent shape.  “I am the snake, lover of the tortoise, keeper of his soul as he is keeper of mine.”  

My eyes were wet.  If I had to go with this creature, to be with Leo, I would.  I looked to his face, his eyes were closed, the space surrounding him calm as if he’d gone into a trance, but the winds grew ever fierce lifting first April, tearing her grasp from Leo, Donatello released me to grab onto her to stop her flying away, he was sucked up too, Michelangelo grabbing his ankle, and Raph onto his.  There they were being carried into the sky.  Then everything seemed to slow to fractions.  I looked at the swirling heavens, recognizing yin and yang represented in night and day, light and dark.  At its center the black hole and my family coasting right toward it.  

My entire being began to shake, my knees threatening to give. I wasn’t going to lose Leo, I was going to lose everyone.  I reached for Leonardo wrapping my tubular body around him so that he was tight in my embrace our two heads cheek to cheek.  “I’ve got you, Leo.”

Black smoke emerged from his nostrils, floating up. As I exhaled, a long string of white slipped from my lips.  I watched as the two, shapeless spirits wove around one another before forming the tortoise and the snake.  

“And I’ve got you,” Leo whispered, lifting his hand for the sky, summoning our family to return.  “All of you.”  

The two spirits drifted through the black hole and the dark seemed sucked into the tiny space like a vacuum before closing.  Our world was our own again.  Our family collapsed around us, heavy sighs, coughs and groans as they dusted themselves off.

“Is everyone okay?” Leo asked, lifting a hand to touch my face.

“Is it really you, Leo?” Michelangelo scrambled to his feet, throwing his arms around the two of us, as I was still woven around my love. It was him.  If not for his voice and touch alone, I’d know him anywhere.  

Leo let out a tired laugh.  “Yeah, it’s me.”

Raphael tugged Michelangelo away and I reluctantly released Leo, shifting back to my human form.  

Donatello helped April to her feet.  “It worked.” She threw her arms around him.  “It worked!”

The genius turtle grinned like a fool.  “It did!”

“Oh!” She released him, near pushing him over and he fumbled then rubbed the back of his head.  “Oh.  But we have to seal the lock to make it permanent, so the Unnamed can’t do this ever again.”  She reached into her pocket, fishing out two plain silver rings.  “You two ready to get married?”

Leo’s entire body went rigid and I looked at her like she was nuts.  “What?”

April nodded.  “Oh, yeah, see ever since we lost Leo I noticed something off about you too.  But I couldn’t put my finger on it until you had the dream, then you revealed to me your first date with Leo, then he revealed the truth and his plan.  We had more than enough energy to draw power from between the five of us.  The turtle and snake are home, but to keep them there and safe, the two of you must make an eternal promise to one another.”

Leo remained silent, though I could see his Adam’s apple bobbing in my periphery.  

“Why?” I loved Leo and all, but marriage was nowhere on my radar.  I glanced at the rings she held out to us, my heart skipping beats.  Not on my radar at all.

“Because your souls mirror theirs.  Their bond is eternal, protected from their side, but if yours isn’t sealed by some act, something that locks the two of you together, you aren’t safe and therefore neither are they.” April brazenly reached out, shoving one ring in my hand and the other in Leo’s.  “Everyone knows you love each other.  Let’s make it official, because I for one never want to be used by a sentient being ever again.  Twice in on lifetime is twice too many.”

I swallowed hard as I squeezed the cool metal against my palm, exhaling a shaky breath.  This wasn’t who I am, was it?  A wife?  Was it? A lump rose to my throat, moist heat burning my eyes.  Would he want this?

It was hard to look at the former shadow of Leonardo. I thought I was starving and desperate to look upon his true face, into the heart beneath his endless blue eyes.  But to look in them with this demand thrust upon us…. My hands began to shake.  Yet as I lifted my gaze he was smiling.  

“So, you saved me for once, huh?” He grinned, a boyish grin I hadn’t seen in so long it sent a pang through me.  Suddenly it was all I could do not to wrap my arms around him and weep.  Our journey had been long, so very long, and I was tired.  

His face became blurry as my eyes grew wet.  I found it difficult to speak for the tightness, the growing pressure inside me.  “Yeah, I think we kind of saved each other.  It’s what we do.”

His eyes held me, a tumult of emotion rolling through them like an endless rising tide, uncertainty, confidence, relief, hope, love. “So you, uh—” He held up his hand opening his palm, then closed it and looked to our family.  “Can you guys give us a minute?”

Our grumbling bunch warned a time limit of no more than two minutes before a pissed off sentient might rip apart the universe again.

Leo reached for my hand, dropping the ring in my palm. “I’m not going to lie. I have thought about this.  A hundred different ways but none of them like this.  I thought I’d do something corny like—” He dropped down on one knee and my face rushed hot.  “Like this. I thought the stars would be out—”

Both our gazes lifted to the sky as it slowly faded from bright blue to black, one by one the stars shining bright.  Perhaps the black tortoise of the North had something to do with that, it did shine brightest. Huh, I could find it so easily now.

He stroked the back of my hand with his thumb.  “I imagined a lot of things, but I don’t know if I ever thought they’d be real.  But here we are.”  A flicker of doubt, no—worry, furrowed his bare brow.  “Will you marry me, Karai?”

My head was bobbing, as I dropped to my knees the words bursting from my lips.  “Yes, you stupid, annoying, adorable, loyal, dork of an honorable turtle. Yes. I just never want to see that kind of darkness in you again.”  I swiped at my eyes, opening both my hands to reveal the two rings, one large and one small.  I held his out to him, placing it on his finger.  “I will keep close for always, Leo.  Nothing will ever come between us, not even the stars.”

His hands were shaking as he placed the smaller ring on my finger.  “I love you, Karai.  Thank you for coming for me.  But understand, it isn’t the stars that kept us apart it was them that created us in the first place.”

∞

It was two years ago when our surprise marriage was thrust upon us.  Thankfully, it’s been two very quiet, peaceful years.  The only upheaval that has occurred to the Hamato clan in that time has been Raph’s continued grousing, Michelangelo’s antics, Donatello’s creations, and April’s learning not to use her telepathy to eavesdrop. Of course there was the one enormous development that occurred between me and Leo.  

I leaned against him, inhaling a mix of cedar smoke and sandalwood, peering up at the constellation that started it all.  He hummed into my hair, watching the flames dance about the fire.  It bothered him sometimes, the things he had done, because he remembered them, and he recalled Dark Leo’s life before we knew him as well.  I exhaled a happy sigh, a sentiment he echoed.  I glanced up at him and him down to me then we both looked toward the tent.

“Think she’s still sleeping?” he whispered.

I chuckled. “I think you don’t want her to be.  We wore her out with the hiking to get here.”

“What hiking did she do?  I carried her most of the way.” He grinned a somewhat dopey smile. He’d loved every minute of our family adventure.  

Moving as if we were one, we inched toward the enclosure, peeling back the flap to reveal the sleeping toddler, red-cheeked, almond-eyed, with thick black hair clinging to her face.  Her hand curled into a fist and when she stretched out I caught glimpse of the terrapin-snake shaped birth mark on the underside of her wrist.  We both held our breath, hoping she didn’t wake. That would surely involve crying, and hours to get her back to sleep.  Kameko was beautiful.  Even when she shifted, her semi-formed carapace, her little terrapin body was perfect. It had terrified me at first, her skin in her mutant-hybrid form, a glowing iridescent white instead of green. When the sun hit her carapace it reflected pearly rainbows. And she smelled so good, of baby wash, sandalwood, and jasmine.  My heart swelled.  I thought I’d never be a wife, let alone a mother.  For a while I didn’t think I’d even have Leo, or maybe any sort of life at all.  

Using every ninja skill in our bag of tricks we crept into the tent, Leo on one side of her, me on the other.  We exhaled in unison, our gazes lifting at the same time. Moments like this it was hard to believe there had ever been any darkness at all, that it wasn’t merely a nightmare I’d dreamt up.  As we drifted closer above our sleeping daughter, Leo’s rich scent mixed with undertones of baby and my heart fluttered.  Our lips met in the sweetest graze, mouths parting, tongues seeking, hearts reaching, always reaching… I was a wife, with my soul mate for a husband, and our daughter a gift from the stars… It had all been worth it.

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Earth 3}~~

After the little brother Oliver survived the dragons attack and landed him on another earth, Earth 3, he now makes the best of it as an master adventurer and escape artist as he and his friends do to protect the innocent. But sometimes that path will lead him to being hunted and running into some old girlfriends, Not to mention meeting Earth 3′s female version of Marc.