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Let's Start a Riot	By : ichigokage Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Friends or Foes?

Your POV
It was Sunday, a heavy training day for me and my brothers. I kinda enjoy training day. The rush of adrenaline was always welcomed to me, helps one wake up as well. First, all of us, Splinter included ate a nutritious breakfast. I had prepared eggs, bacon and pancakes. “Mmm, my complements to the chef!!!” Michelangelo exclaimed, smacking his lips and belching loudly afterwards. “Whoa, think that’s a new record, dudes?” he asked, chuckling in his usual lively way.

“Complement well taken, Mikey. Time for training!” I cheered, quickly soaking the dishes in warm, soapy water. “And, same bet as usual guys; whoever gives out first has to do every dish!” I reminded my brothers, smirking all the while. Each of them groaned, remembering all the dishes from breakfast.

While my brothers were physically stronger then me, during training they always put out more energy then me. Why? Hell if I know! I’m not a guy. Guess it’s a guy thing, see who has the most energy I think. Mikey usually has the most energy to burn most of the time, I have no clue where he gets it all from!

But, I know to pace myself. I already know they’ll pulverize me at pull-ups and anything dealing with upper body strength. Let’s face it, girls aren’t too strong there. I make up with that with leg strength. But, I’m not weak by any means! Sure, I’m not as bulky as the guys, I’m toned, not a beefcake.

Each of us started making our way to the Dojo. Raph and I arrived first, Leonardo went to go get Master Splinter to oversee our training. Since I arrived first, I was allowed to choose the music we would train to. “So, what’re ya gonna play?” Raph asked as I put my mix CD into the stereo.

“I feel like listening to Goodbye by SR-71. Good beat, just an awesome song.” I said with a smile, pausing the music when it came to my desired track.

“Not too shabby. Better’n Mikey’s choice last week.” he shuddered. If you’re curious, Mikey got in the Dojo first last week. All day, we were stuck training to O-Zone’s Dragosta Din Tea, affectionately called the Numa Numa Song. Needless to say, Raph wanted to cream Mikey for his selection.

Donatello arrived at the same time Mikey did, a mug cup of coffee gripped between his large hands. He took a decent sized sip, heading to where the training equipment was held. “Careful Don, ya could get addicted to that stuff.” I warned, laughing softly afterwards.

“Highly unlikely, Elisabetta.” I winced, he knows I hate being called by my real name. I don’t hate the woman, not at all. I just feel, maybe it doesn’t suit me. I heard Donnie chuckle at my reaction.

I pulled on my training gloves, they were fingerless and red that covered my knuckles. My training outfit was just a plain green t-shirt and black shorts. I try not to wear certain colors too often. At times, the guys take it as me showing favoritism to their brothers. So, I try mixing it up as much as possible.

Raph stayed off in a corner, waiting to be able to vent some anger. I was joking around with Mikey as Donatello just watched us, finishing up his coffee.

Leo then arrived, Master Splinter a few steps behind our eldest brother. I don’t know how it happened, but when Splinter adopted me, I became the second youngest. At least I was more mature then Mikey. But then again, that’s what makes him so adorable.

“Good morning my children, I trust all of you slept well.” Splinter greeted as we sat on our knees before our Sensei. All of us simply answered yes and bowed our heads, greeting our father. “Now, train hard and you shall be rewarded.” We all knew that he was not speaking of a material reward. It took Mikey a good few workouts to finally understand that. It was funny yet cute when he was angry, always like a little kid. Guess that’s why he’s the youngest.

“You may stand. Now, begin your training.” he said, dismissing us to our training. I went to the stereo to begin the music. Donatello downed the rest of his bowl of coffee and grabbed a Bo. Mikey jumped up, pulling out his nunchucks at the same time. Leonardo stood up and bowed to Master Splinter and went to retrieve a pair of bokken.

“Elisabetta, today you will train with Leonardo.” Splinter told me as I chose the weapon I would practice with. I decided to practice with my Iron Steel Whip Chain. This week, I am practicing disarming an opponent with the whip. Someone who’s the close combat type, like my older brother Leo would be perfect practice in disarming.

“Yes Sensei.” I said calmly, standing equal distance from Leo. Mikey was training with Donatello while Master Splinter let Raph drain some frustration. That’s usually how we would start. None of us were crazy enough to go up against Raph without him burning off a bit of anger first.

Leo readied his bokken, setting himself in his usual stance. I reached to my waist and undid my whip that was always disguised as a belt. “Bring it on, aniki.” I grinned, wrapping a good length of the whip around my left fist and taking my stance.

I was surprised at how easy it was to disarm an attacker with the whip. And I’m pretty sure I caught Raph ogling me. Maybe he was just watching as I managed to kick Leo’s tail! I felt good after such a great day of training. I leaned against the counter, standing next to Donatello as he did the dishes. “Too bad for ya, bro.” I grinned, sipping water from the bottle I got from the fridge.

“I don’t see why you hate doing dishes Sassy, its actually quite calming.” my brilliant, purple-clad brother stated, washing suds off a newly cleaned plate and setting it in the dish drainer.

“I just don’t think its fair that the person who cooks should also do the dishes. Now if say you cooked, I’d do them without complaining. It’s the least I could do. Ya get what I mean?” I asked, hoping my point would come across.

“That does make sense. And, you did a very excellent job in training today. Not too shabby with that whip, little sister.” Donnie complimented, smiling at me.

I could feel my cheeks heat from that. “Well, its only natural! I’m not just some weak lil girl ya know!” I grinned, doing my best to hide the blush. Donatello just chuckled at my reaction. I never could really hide much from him and Father.

As I stood and talked with Don, I could see Raphael out of the corner of my eye. ‘Is he watching us?’ I wondered. My train of thought was derailed when an ecstatic green and orange blur tackle-hugged me to the kitchen floor, I landed with a quite audible groan. “How can I help you Mikey?” I asked breathlessly, rubbing my head which ached from the impact.

“Dude! You were awesome today sis!” he cheered, hugging me, our cheeks rubbed together. For some reason, I think I still had a very small amount of baby fat in my cheeks. They have always been chubby. But in a cute way. Raph and Mikey constantly tease me by pinching them.

“Aww thanks Mikey. You did great as well. You only bonked your head with your nunchucks once!” I smiled, returning my brother’s friendly hug. Mikey and I have always been close. I guess its mostly because I can shield him from the wrath of Raph. We do get along really well though. Its hard not to get along with Michelangelo, he’s so care-free, kind and funny. And, he’s just so damn adorable! He’s like the friendly surfer-dude.

I saw Raph walk passed us, I think his eye twitched. Splinter and Leonardo came out of the Dojo, a minute layer of sweat misted his grass-green skin. He sheathed his swords and bowed to Master Splinter. “Yo Leo!” I called out, unable to actually move due to Mikey still on me. “A’ite Mikey, get off me! Or I’ll tickle you!” I threatened playfully. I attempted to push against his tough, moist frame but to no avail.

“You wouldn’t do that Sassy!” He grinned. He then proceeded to pinch my cheeks. My left eye twitched ever so slightly. “Lookit the cute lil baby.” he chuckled. I then moved to where I chomped down on his finger. “YEOW!!! Sensei! Sassy bit me!!” Mikey whined, holding his injured hand, which allowed for me to slip out from under him.

“Yes!! I am free!!!” I declared, running off with Mikey following me.

I knew Splinter just covered his furry face, shaking his head. “Kids…”

Right when I rounded a corner, I felt a powerful arm grab me and pull me into the darkness. Right as I would have screamed, a large, three-fingered hand covered my small mouth. “Zip it, Sassy.” the rough, accented voice of Raphael whispered, holding me close as Mikey approached.

“Sass? Hey, where are ya sis?!” Mikey called out, looking around before running off.

“Why’d ya do that Raph? All he wanted ta do is play.” my statement made Raph roll his dark brown eyes and scoff.

“Ya don’t think its strange that’s he’s always huggin ya? Don’tcha notice dat he always finds some reason ta touch ya?” he asked, anger clear as a bell.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed that Mikey’s always been affectionate Raph. I don’t like what you’re insinuating about your brother. And speaking of which, you can let me go now Raph.” I growled. Michelangelo has always extremely affectionate, as long as I’ve known him Mikey has been clingy to those he cares about. Its just how he is. It was part of his own unique charm.

Raphael let me go, I could tell it was extremely reluctantly. “What’s gotten into you, Raph?” I asked, sighing exasperatedly and dusting myself off.

Raph just backed off a bit. “Nothin! I was just doin what a brother oughtta do!” I couldn’t help but feel that his words were only half-true.

I just sighed and rubbed my forehead, “So, was there something you wanted?” I asked, taking a deep breath. I had to admit that Raph could be just plain infuriating at times but, he’s my brother, I still love him.

“Would ya spot me?” he asked, turning to head back to his room.

“So, as usual the training wasn’t enough?” I asked, grinning coyly. It usually was this way, training was nowhere near enough for Raphael’s anger level. So, he’d would always spend whatever time he had left doing his special training, only taking a break for dinner.

“Course not. Dere are tings a punchin bag just can’t solve.” he told me, heading back to his room.

“Gimme a few to change. I’ll meet you in yer room.” I told him, running off to my room. I may not have been able to bathe yet, but I wanted to at least get my sweaty clothes off me.

I kicked my door closed and headed over to my dresser. I was happy I got along with all my brothers. But lately, Raph’s been acting kinda strange around. I can’t really explain it though. As I changed, I looked to the wall that my bed sat against. There was a family portrait that Donatello managed to get thanks to an old camera he found.

It blew my mind how much we’ve all changed. In my opinion I think my brothers changed the most. They were all so cute when they were Turtle Tots. Their personalities haven’t changed much from back then. Raph was always a hothead. Mikey still just as childish. Leo was always level headed, but he became even more so with age and maturity. And of course Donnie, always curious as to how technology worked. Everything he found was a chance for him to take apart and reassemble.

Then there was me. My hair used to be long until an accident with one of Donatello’s creations trimmed a good bit of it. I ended up liking how it looked so I kept it that way. I’ve always had a thin build. Over the years I’ve gained some muscle, giving me a lean body type. I’m not nearly as buff as my brothers, I never will be! I’m fine with how I am. Besides, muscled women are scary!

I took off my sports bra and put on a red lacey one I managed to buy. After getting my sizing I picked it out. I’m currently a B-cup. Kinda glad I’m not growing huge knockers, they’d get in the way during fights and training.

“Time ta go spot the big bad turtle.” I told myself, giggled softly as I went back to Raph’s room. I then put my manic panic red hair in a ponytail as I walked down the corridors.

Raph’s POV

I was sitting on my bed, using one of my smaller weights to do arm crunches. ‘Why am I actin this way?’ I wondered, remembering my lil sis’s question not even ten minutes ago. “I can’t seem ta take my eyes offa her.” I grunted, letting the 65 pound weight fall to the floor.

I snapped out of my train of thought when that all too familiar scent reached my nose. It was Elisabetta’s scent, she always smelled of apples and cinnamon. Sweet and spicy, a combination that suited her perfectly. And I couldn’t get enough of it.

I heard her knock on the door softly. I cleared my throat then spoke, “Ya don’t hafta knock ya know.” I grunted, picking the weight up again with my left arm and beginning my reps.

I nodded at my sister, greeting her as the door opened. Sassy was now wearing form-fitting black jeans and a red tank top. “I’ve said it before, n’ I’ll say it again; ya look good in mah color Sassy.” I told her, returning to my reps. ‘Den again, she looks good in almost anythin. Hard ta believe dat’s da same girl we found half-dead in da sewer 11 years back.’ I thought, not taking my eyes off the girl I’ve come to see as a sister.

‘What if I’m startin ta see ‘er as somethin more den a sister?’ I wondered, letting the weight drop again.

“Hello! Earth to Raph! Ya in there, dome head?” Sassy’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I just gave her a confused look. “Bout time…Somethin wrong?” she asked in a concerned way, coming my way. Her hair swayed with every motion she made. It was such an awesome shade of red. I think she said it was manic panic red. None of us believed her, till she proved us wrong by doing a Google Search. The stench of sweat still lingered with her natural scent, yet still somehow smelled amazing.

“Nothin’s wrong! Was just thinkin is all.” I grumbled, making my way over to my weight bench. I couldn’t help but notice how much her voice changed from when she was a little girl; she used to sound a lot like a squeak toy. She even used to squeak whenever she was surprised or startled. Hell, she still does! Its kinda cute. Looking back, she always seemed so vulnerable when she was a little kid. But now…even I would think twice before screwing with Sassy.

“Oh my God!!! Raphie’s thinking!?! Better call the presses!” she gasped with a playful grin, she jumped back a good few feet with a soft squeak when I growled at her.

“Shaddup, smartass!”

“Sheesh, calm down, Mr. Grumpy Shell. Ya know I’m only kidding.” she smiled cutely. “So…what were you thinking about?” Sassy asked, coming over to me as I cracked my knuckles and gripped the barbell.

“Why should I tell ya?” I smirked, beginning to lift the 150 pound weight up and down. Her reaction was priceless! Sassy narrowed her eyes to form a glare and her cheeks puffed out! I sniggered at the somehow cute show of anger on Sassy’s part.

“Grr…You bully! Maybe I’ll just sit on that barbell! Knock it up to 285 pounds!” she hissed, settling her hands on her hips and leaning over to glare me eye to eye. Due to her leaning down to eye level with me, I could see down her shirt.

‘When’d she get those?!’ I gulped, Sassy may not be stacked, she’s only 15 years old, ya can’t expect a gal to be lugging around somethin like Double Ds. I felt my grip on the barbell tighten. I just tried ignoring her, going back to lifting the weight. I took a deep breath only to have a fragrant scent ensnare my senses. ‘What the hell is that?! Smells damn good though.’ I wondered, almost shuddering from the heavenly scent. Something in me told me it was coming from Sassy.

“Hey…is something wrong, Raph?” she asked. Sassy gave me a dull look of annoyance.

I set the barbell back on the rest of the weight bench. My mind felt fuzzy…that’s the best way I could describe it. And that scent was clinging to my nostrils. I shook my head, a large hand going to my forehead. “Nothin’s wrong, sis. I just gotta go clear my head. See ya later…” I told her, my sentence trailing off as I left the room and went topside.

Your POV
I went out into the lounge where Mikey was moping. “Aww, what’s wrong lil bro?” I asked, unable to live with seeing Mikey upset.

“Well, I was wondering…Do you think any of us’ll ever get a girlfriend? I mean, you’re human so you can easily find yourself a boyfriend. But us…we’re not exactly what gal’s may consider boyfriend material.” he sighed, flopping down on the worn red sofa.

I could easily see why he was upset. With humans, it can be hard enough finding that one special someone. I can’t even imagine how it would be for my brothers. “I’m sure each of you will have your own girl to drown with love and affection. And, knowing you Mikey, she will be a very lucky gal.” I said, smiling and winking at my little brother.

His face lit up and a huge sheepish smile stretched across his dark green-blue skin. “Aw, shucks…I dunno what you’re talkin about sis.” he said, his cheeks growing dark with a blush.

I just smiled and relaxed, laying my head against the back of the couch. ‘I hope Raph’s okay…he was acting odd, even for Raphael.’ I sighed at my thoughts. And I remembered the strange look in his dark chocolate eyes. His voice even sounded different…there was a strange growl hidden in his words.

A nudge snapped me out of confusion. “Uh, what’s up Mikey?” I asked, looking to my little brother.

“Donnie and I are gonna play LittleBigPlanet, wanna join?’ he asked, a smile on his face. Donatello was now sitting by me, a controller in his hand.

“Sure! Haven’t played LBP in a good while.” I cheered, grabbing a controller.

“How about a Bomb level guys?” Donatello suggested, smirking all the while. Donnie was better then the rest of us in the Bomb Survival levels of LBP.

“Its really up to you dude. You have the first controller. BUT, we do a Death Match level afterwards.” I compromised as we began our game play.

We have been playing for two hours, conquering several levels. The door leading into the main room of the Lair had been kicked in by Raphael, causing Michelangelo to fall back onto his carapace. “Whoa! Dude, where’s the fire Raph?” Mikey got no answer, but all us had our eyes wide.

Laying in Raph’s muscular arms was a passed out woman with red hair and peachy skin. I could literally feel the anger and hatred coursing through my veins. I despise humans, all of them are evil, disgusting creatures. Yes I am one, and I’m ashamed of it. “Raph?! What the hell are you thinkin? Bringing a human down here?!” I demanded angrily. What if she went topside and told someone like police? Or worse, reporters?! If they found out about my family, then scientists would soon follow suit. My brothers and father would be ripped from me and tested on and even ridiculed for being different.

Humans did it to their own kind, why would they be any kinder to creatures…people like my family? I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let that happen.

“She got jumped, I had to bring her here. There wasn’t any other place she could go.” Raph explained, setting the woman on the sofa. All I could do was glare at my fellow human. Leo left to go get our father, he may make something of this.

Donnie and Mikey couldn’t stop staring at the woman. Mikey then looked to me, hope in his eyes. “Can we keep her?” he asked, smiling wide. Its hard to believe at times that someone as sweet and pure as Michelangelo was a hardcore ninja and practitioner of bushido.

I hated having to step on Mikey’s hopes, so I just kept quiet. In my mind I was screaming ‘No way in Hell!’ I couldn’t help but wonder…were Mikey and the others acting that way when they found me? All I remember was running as fast as I could from someone then falling through a manhole. I splashed harshly into the sewer water and just let myself fall into unconsciousness. I still don’t know who was chasing me or why. I would like to know those answers, but I’m content…happy just living with my family.

Master Splinter arrived about five minutes later with Leonardo standing by the elderly rat’s side. “Raphael, please tell me why you have brought this woman here.” Splinter demanded calmly. There was hardly a look of shock in his wise brown eyes.

“I was just topside, needed ta clear my head. I heard a woman scream and decided to check it out. From what I could see, these guys meant serious business. It wasn’t some ordinary mugging. The thugs were dressed in black and knocked her out. When they were gonna carry her away, I stepped in. After takin em out, I had to bring her here, none of em followed.” Raphael explained, standing beside me against the wall behind the sofa.

Raph looked to me as our family observed the woman. “What’s wrong, Spitfire?” he asked, using one of my common nicknames. I was snapped out of glaring at the woman after he nudged my elbow with his. I was long used to how their skin felt; kinda of moist and rubbery but it was very tight.

“Ya know how I feel about humans. Nothin’s really changed Raph. All I can say is, if she tries running to ANYONE, she dead.” she growled darkly. I have serious trust issues with humans…but that’s another story for another day.

“Yeah…I know…Look sis--” My red-clad brother was cut off by a shrill, feminine scream that echoed throughout the Lair.

“Mikey?! Was that you?!” I joked, running to the couch. I soon realized that it came from the woman Raphael saved. Her eyes were an emerald green, almost perfectly identical to mine. ‘The only difference is the skin color, I’m paler then her.’ Not real surprising since I hardly ever go topside unless I have to.

“W-wh-where the heck am I?!” The young woman cried, her green eyes darting from Mikey, Donnie and Leo.

“Hey, chill dudette. You’re safe now.” Mikey said, smiling sweetly and getting unbelievably close to the rescued woman. I smiled, that was almost exactly how Mikey greeted me when I came to.

She just screamed again and grabbed a near by pillow to cover her face, thankfully drowning out her screams. My left eye twitched, an uncontrollable habit of mine. I grabbed the pillow and threw it far away from her.

“Look lady! My brother saved you from guys who may have been trying to rape or worse KILL you! Now SHUT UP and act how a rescued victim should!!!” I hollered, fire illuminating my eyes.

The elder-redhead blinked in confusion. “You saved me?” she asked, surprise in her voice.

“Grr. Not. Me. My brother did! The one with the red mask, Raphael! Now what do you say?!” I growled, eye still twitching. The woman just blinked at me. “Why you!!!” I was about to yell at her again when an oh-so-familiar cane came between us.

“Elisabetta Hamato. Is that any way to treat a guest of our home?” Master Splinter asked, I could sense the severity in his voice. Saying that if I continued, a very heavy training session was in store for me.

I gulped silently as the woman stared in fear at the creature I viewed as a father. “No, Sensei…” I said softly, hoping not to get hit by the cane. “We treat them as we would a dear friend.” I whispered, backing away and crouching behind the couch.

I saw Donnie’s intelligent brown eyes widen. “No way! You’re April O’Neil! You work for Baxter Stockman!” he exclaimed cheerfully, moving a bit closer to the woman now know as April.

“Y-You know me? Yes, I’m April…but who or…what are you guys?” she asked, calming down a little.

“Your curiosity is natural my child. If wish to hear out tale, please follow me, there is much to tell.” Splinter smiled, slowly walking to the kitchen to put on a kettle of tea. All of us followed the wise rat, ready to hear everything he had to say.
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