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Braving it in the New World	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 10091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from them. I'm just borrowing the boys for a while. I do own my original characters.

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Michelangelo glanced up as the elevator doors dinged and a group of customers stepped off. It was Saturday afternoon and the café was bustling. Most people got out of the way of the blind woman who carefully tapped her way toward the counter. Mike guessed she was following the scent of coffee and the ping of the cash register to find her way. He sort of recognized her… she came in once in a while for coffee. She had a Better Books shopping bag in her free hand and an instrument case strapped to her back.
“Hi,” he greeted her. “Welcome to the Turtle Café. What can I get for you today?”
She stopped short, like she was surprised, then shook her head. “If there’s any free seats, I’d like a mocha latte, please,” she said. “If not, I’ll just go.”
“There’s a nice spot by the window,” Mike said as he hurried out from behind the counter. “I can seat you and bring your coffee to you.”
“Thanks,” she said, “but it doesn’t have to be by the window… you can save that seat for someone who can admire the view.”
“Can I take your hand?” Mike asked. She nodded and he gently guided her to the big leather chair. “You might not be able to admire the view, but you can enjoy the sunshine,” he said.
Evelyn laughed, then gripped his large, three-fingered hand. “Your hand,” she gasped. “You’re Leonardo’s brother, right?”
“It’s just a costume, babe,” Mike said as she felt his fingers. “But yeah, I’m his brother. My name is Michelangelo, but everyone just calls me Mike.” He tried to pull his hand back, but she didn’t let go so he squatted next to her chair. “How do you know Leo?” he asked carefully.
“Oh, just from around,” she said, just as carefully. “Listen Mike… can I feel your costume? Sometimes I feel like I’m missing out on things because I can’t see.” Evelyn gave him her most pathetic blind person face and hoped he’d say yes.
“Uh, sure,” Mike said. “It’s just kind of a big, bulky costume head.” He watched as she ran her delicate musician’s hands up over his big arms.
“Wow, you must work out too,” she said.
Mike’s eyebrows went up. That got his attention. “You’ve been feeling Leo’s arms?”
“Hmm…” she said as her hands found his shoulder and she felt the edge of his shell under his work shirt. She knocked her knuckles against it. “That feels like it must be heavy,” she said.
Mike tried not to gasp as she ran a finger along a sensitive groove of his plastron. “Yeah well, I’m a big guy. I don’t mind it.” He shot Raphael a nervous look, but the red turtle was too busy with the line of customers to come over. “Uh, listen, I better go get that coffee for you. There’s quite a line up at the counter.”
Evelyn ran her hands over his face without responding. She felt his tiny ears, his flat nose, and even his lips. Then she pressed two fingers into the side of his neck. “A costume with a pulse,” she said quietly. “How lifelike.” She let him go and he stood up quickly.
“I’ll be right back with your coffee,” he said. Mike tried not to look like he was having a heart attack as he ran to the store room. He shut the door behind him and grabbed his shell cell. Leo answered after a couple of rings.
“Hey Mike, what’s up?”
“What’s up? Well, let’s see,” Mike said in his most conversational tone. “Your little girlfriend just showed up here, felt me up, and told me that my fucking costume has a pulse!”
“My girlfriend?”
“The blind girl!” Mike hissed.
“Evelyn’s here?” Leo gasped.
“Oh, you’re on a first name basis, are you? Yes, she’s here! She’s waiting for her fucking mocha latte, bro!” Mike snapped. “Why the hell does this chick know who you are?”
“I didn’t tell her anything, Mike, I swear,” Leo said defensively. “I just let her hold my hand a couple of times.”
Mike let out a string of swear words that made Leo pull the phone away from his ear. “Why don’t we just get a fucking billboard that says ‘Mutant Turtles at Better Books?’” Mike said. “You can’t expose yourself like that!”
“Says the guy who showed his junk to my ex-girlfriend,” Leo muttered. “Look, I’ll be right up, just chill, alright?”
Another string of expletives flew from Mike’s mouth before Leo hung up.
He felt numb on the elevator ride. He’d never fucked up anything this badly in his life. If they didn’t wind up in cages in some lab, his brothers were going to beat the shit out of him.
The elevator dinged as the doors swished open. Evelyn sat in a chair by the window with her eyes closed and her face turned up to the sunlight. There were a few plants around her and an empty chair was close by her. Michelangelo and Raphael glared at him from behind the counter. An untouched mocha latte sat in front of them.
He walked silently up to the counter and picked up the drink. “What, you’re avoiding her now?” he whispered in Japanese.
“Duh,” Raphael replied.
“You know what?” Leo said. “You’re both a pair of hypocritical assholes.”
“Yer the leader, Leo.” Raphael snapped. “Yer not supposed ta fuck up like this. People expect us to screw up, but not you. You’re supposed to be more sensible than us or some shit like that.”
Leonardo looked at Evelyn who was now reading her braille book. “What can I say, guys,” he said. “I’m only human… sort of.”
“Hi Evelyn,’ he said as he sat down across from her. “I’ve got your coffee.” She held out her hands and he passed it to her carefully so it wouldn’t spill and burn her.
“Is that you, Leo?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “You like your book? I told you I’d get a braille section in here.”
“Yes,” she said. “It’s a very unbalanced section though. There are a lot of sappy romances in the mix.”
Leo leaned back in his chair and chuckled. “Yeah, a friend of mine said she liked them.”
Evelyn sipped her coffee and smiled. “Thanks, Leo. That means a lot. It gets boring sometimes, just sitting in the dark, day after day.”
Leonardo looked at the instrument case that leaned against her chair. “Is that a violin?” he asked.
“It’s a viola,” she said. “It’s kind of like a violin, just a bit bigger. I play with the park symphony in the summer for the tourists.” A fresh flurry of customers came in and Leo was glad that his brothers had to stop glaring at him for a few minutes to deal with them.
Leonardo sighed. “See, that’s the kind of thing you should know about someone before you accept an offer to sleep with them.”
Evelyn snorted. “Speaking of leaving things out of conversations, is there anything you’d like to tell me?” she said.
“Maybe,” he said. “But I’ve got a lot to risk by doing it. Why don’t you tell me what you think you know and we’ll take it from there.”
Evelyn wrapped her hands around her mug and set it on her lap. Leo got the feeling that if her eyes worked, they’d be staring hard into his. “Well,” she said. “I never knew that this café had a name. It really surprised me to hear what it was called after what you said to me the other night.”
Leonardo didn’t say anything. Maybe he’d lucked out and she didn’t actually know the truth.
“You said you looked like a turtle,” she said, unnecessarily.
“It’s the truth,” Leonardo said.
“Sometimes blind people notice things out of pure boredom,” Evelyn went on. “You had a pulse the other night. I could feel it in your wrist. I think I know why you wouldn’t let me touch you,” she said.
Leo’s heart sank. She did know… and she must be disgusted.
“It was a bit underhanded the way I felt your brother up, but his costume has a pulse, too,” she went on. Evelyn shrugged and sipped her drink. “You wanted to know what I know? I know that costumes don’t have pulses.”
“No,” Leo agreed, “they don’t.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You’re not going to believe me if I tell you they’re high-tech Japanese costumes, are you?”
“No, but that’s a nice try.” Evelyn drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair. “It’s not nice to lie to blind people… and I did share some pretty personal stuff with you so you should really trust me enough to reciprocate.”
Leonardo rolled his eyes. “Don’t play the blind card,” he said.
“I have not even begun to play the blind card,” Evelyn said. “I can make my eyeball pop out and roll across the floor and then blame you for it.”
“That’s cold for a churchy girl,” Leo said. He smiled, in spite of the seriousness of the conversation. Evelyn was quirky enough that this might work out okay.
“Jesus will forgive me.”
“He only forgives you if you’re actually sorry,” Leo countered. “And from that evil look on your face, I think you’d only be sorry if you got caught.”
“Touche,” Evelyn said. “Where’d you learn that?”
Leonardo shrugged, then remembered she couldn’t see him. “Sometimes I read the Bible while I’m waiting for you to show up,” he said.
They were quiet for a moment. “Did you get to the part about not bearing false witness against thy neighbour?” Evelyn asked.
“Huh?”
“It means you’re not supposed to lie to people.”
Leo nodded. Lying was dishonourable. He sighed again. “Once upon a time, there was a man named Hamato Yoshi,” he began. He kept the story fairly short, but he told her about the ooze and about growing up in the sewer with a ninja master. When he finished, he waited to see if she’d laugh or run away.
“That’s quite a story,” she said.
“Do you believe it?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” she answered. “I have some questions.”
“Okay,” Leonardo said. “Like what?”
Evelyn finished her coffee and carefully set her mug on the table in front of her. “You weren’t wearing a shirt the other night, were you?”
Leo blinked in surprise. That certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. “No,” Leo said. “We don’t usually wear clothes unless we’re here.”
This time Evelyn blinked in surprise. “So you’re not wearing pants?”
“Uh, no. Never.”
“You’re naked?” she squeaked. “No, you can’t be… you’re in a store.”
“It’s under the shell,” Leonardo supplied. “You can’t see anything.”
“But… how do you pee? Nevermind. I don’t want to know.”
Leonardo found himself chucking. “It drops down,” he said. “Anything else you want to know that doesn’t involve my junk?”
Evelyn thought for a moment. “Can I feel your face?”
Leonardo leaned forward and braced his elbow on his knees. “So long as you don’t think I’m too weird and gross,” he said, sadly.
Evelyn found his arm and traced her fingers up over his muscles to his head. “You look the same to me as you did yesterday,” she said.
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