Adult-FanFiction.org : Comics

Writings of the Heart	By : meathead13 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter Six: Advances
Leonardo shook his head in disappointment, secretly wishing he had just stayed in the nice warm bed he had abandoned only an hour ago instead of standing outside in the middle of the first snowfall of the season watching his brother wiggle around in pain.
“Raphael! When I said that you weren’t healed enough to spar with me, I meant it!”
His brother turned his head up and shielded his eyes from the snow, his left hand pushing against the fleshy scar that went across his lower chest plates.
“I’m fine!” Raphael yelled back, shoving one end of his long wooden stick into the ground and using his weaken calf muscles to push himself up. “I just...didn’t expect ya ta hit me there, is all!” He tighten his grip on the homemade practice staff with both hands again and readied himself for Leonardo to attack. “Come on, Leo! Don’t stand there gawkin’! Come and get me!”
“Raph, I swear,” Leonardo lowered his own staff and dropped his forehead into his left palm. A sudden smack of wood against his backside made him drop his hand, and Leonardo let a smile creep across his face.
“Okay, fine.” He twisted the staff around in one hand, then brought it to a stop with the other hand and pulled it to the side. “ But if that thing rips open and you start bleeding, don’t come crying to me!”
Raphael let out a loud yell as he slammed his staff against Leonardo’s, grinning from ear to ear as Leonardo counter-attacked with a side hit.
“Damn, I missed this!” He jumped back, then swung at Leonardo again, barely missing the end of his brother’s staff as it shot out at him. “Three weeks is too long for me ta be cooped up!”
Leonardo sidestepped and caught another of Raphael’s blows with his stick, and maneuvered around with an upward stroke. “And three weeks is too long for me to be doing this by myself!” He then flipped into the air and landed on Raphael’s left side, almost catching his brother off guard with another sweep of the staff.
“Why don’t ya get Carrie ta play around with ya?” Raphael dropped to one knee, then somersaulted away from Leonardo’s down stroke.
The blue masked turtle stopped to regain his breath while waiting for Raphael to stand back up. “And what do you mean by that?”
“Nothin’ much,” Raphael brushed the snow off his knee pads, his sneaky smile leering at his brother. “It’s just that I’ve seen how close you two are gettin’, so...ya know.” He leaned his staff against the railing of the back porch and hopped up the steps, clearing the spot next him so Leonardo could join him, but frowned when his brother remained standing, holding the staff firmly against the cold ground.
“Raph, if you are implying that there’s something going on between us-,”
“Whoa, whoa! Hang on, Leo!” Raphael through his hands into the air, noticing that Leonardo had become tense. “You got a guilty conscience or somethin’? I was only pointin’ out that you and Carrie are gettin’ along good, that’s all.”
Leonardo began to let out the breath he had been holding when Raphael jumped back into the conversation.
“Of course, I have seen you guys goin’ into the barn a lot....”
The blue clad turtle growled loudly and stomped up the steps past Raphael, who was too busy laughing to pay attention. He leaned the staff against the house and entered into the back door, brushing the snow of his body before walking through the kitchen. Carrie was busying herself with making breakfast and didn’t notice Leonardo’s angry march until he was well on his way through the adjacent dining room. The back door slammed again, and Carrie’s eyes met with Raphael as he shook off the cold.
“What’s with him?” she asked, pointing her index finger over her shoulder.
Raphael chuckled. “Let’s just say Leo’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.”
Carrie placed a closed fist on her hip and lifted the spatula into the air. “And the cookie jar you’re referring to is me, right?” She then busted out in a high pitch giggle at the look of confusion on the turtle’s face.
“How did ya know that we were takin’ about ya?”
“Please! This house is one-hundred years old! Do you think it was made of reinforced concrete walls or something?” Carrie looked back down at the iron skillet full of scrambled eggs and tossed them around. “I was watching you guys out the window.”
“Oh, really?” Raphael crossed his arms and leaned causally against the counter top. “ Ya like what ya saw?”
“There’s nothing I find sexier than two turtles beating each other up in the snow.” Carrie asked, her lips curled into a devilish smile that contrasted the blush in her cheeks. It had taken Carrie some time to adjust to Raphael constant come-ons, but she soon realized she was actually enjoying the unwanted attention and decided to start laying it back to him, even though she would still become embarrassed by her own antics.
Raphael copied the smile that Carrie held and took a few steps closer to her. “Ya could join us next time. I’ll let ya use my stick.”
Carrie opened her mouth and tried to make a comment, but suddenly laughed instead. “Okay, I give up! You win this time!” She playfully shoved at Raphael’s shoulder.
“That’s why ya don’t mess with the master.” Raphael reached across the skillet and tried to grab at the eggs when the metal spatula came down on his hand. He quickly pulled it back, a hurt expression on his face as he shook off the sting and glared at Carrie’s wide grin.
“And that’s why you don’t mess with my cooking!” Carrie turned in a circle to the counter behind her and picked up the stack of ivy-adorned dishes, quickly placing them into Raphael’s unsuspecting hands before he knew what she was doing. “Now, go make yourself useful and set the table.”
Raphael looked down at the dishes and sneered at them.“A please would be nice, ya know.” His muttering continued under his breath as he moved into the dining room. Carrie switched off the gas burner and slid the skillet into the middle of the stove.
“I’m going to go get Leo.”
Raphael watched as Carrie passed by him and head up the stairs. When she was out of sight, he dashed back into the kitchen, his stomach twisting in knots as the heavenly smells drifted at his nose. Not bothering to watch his back, Raphael stretched across the counter and placed his hand over the eggs, just far enough to grab one tiny bite. The kill was about to be made when Carrie’s voice boomed down from the stairwell.
“And don’t touch anything either!”
Raphael winced and pulled away from the stove, grumbling along his stomach as he went back to work on the table.
“Leo?” Carrie knocked softly on the open door, finding the turtle leaning against the window, his head resting on his arm while his left index finger swirled around on the glass.
“Leo, breakfast is ready.” Carrie slowly moved into the room, choosing to stay by the dresser until she could figure out the mood he was in, and she was happy to discover that it wasn’t too bad when he spoke back at her.
“I’m not really hungry,” Leonardo replied without moving his blank stare from the outside world. “I’ve got too many....things... on my mind.”
Carrie, who had become somewhat accustomed to Leonardo’s subtle hints, moved further into the guestroom and sat down on the bed directly behind the turtle. She wrapped his fingers around his elbow and pulled him down to sit beside her.
“What kind of things?” Her fingers drifted down to his left hand and she held it tightly. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing, either.
Leonardo responded with a shrug, only driving Carrie’s curiosity into overdrive.
“I’ve also noticed you’ve been acting very moody lately, more than I usually do.” She placed a finger under Leonardo’s chin and turned his brown eyes to her. “I think you’ve even beaten Raph at it, too.”
The comment made Leonardo chuckle and he pulled his head away, trying to hide the smile that suddenly appeared. “It’s... nothing.”
“Bullshit.” Carrie stood up and looked Leonardo in the eye, her arms crossed impatiently in front of her. “Spill.”
Leonardo had learned during the past month that Carrie was not one to give up until she knew everything, but he was still too confused to even admit to himself what had been bothering him. So, he took a deep breath, and lied.
“It’s just- Raph. It’s my brother. He’s just being impossible again. That’s all.” Leonardo looked away from the girl’s suspicious glare and his eyes studied the rose trimmed border that run across the wall under the window.
“Leo,” Carrie batted her eyelashes. “If that’s all you can come up with-,”
The blue-masked turtle pushed his lips into a frown and returned Carrie’s impatient stare while trying to change the subject. “ Do you think it’s a good idea to continue what we’ve been doing?”
“Well, yeah! I, for one, am enjoying it!”Carrie said with her eyes opening wider. “And if Raph thinks there’s something going on, let him! Who cares?”
“I do!” Leonardo suddenly jumped up into Carrie face and yelled, sending Carrie back down to the bed, her body trembling at the turtle’s outburst. Leonardo smacked his forehead with his palm then held his hand out to Carrie.
“I’m sorry. I- that wasn’t right for me to take things out on you.” Another sign escaped his lips as Carrie relaxed. “There are things that happened a long time ago that still haunt me and...being in this house, in close range of him and his... suspicions, it’s hard.”
“Like what?” Carrie stiffened her back and brushed her hair back. The turtle pushed his mouth closed and shook his head, knowing that his hostess meant well, but he wasn’t about to let anything out. Carrie smiled and nodded, taking Leonardo’s hand back into her own.
“Okay, but, if you ever need to talk-,”
“I know.” Leonardo stared into Carrie’s eyes, then to the rest of her face, lingering a little longer than he felt he should. Her complexion was soft, with a hint of freckles along the small point of her nose that he had never noticed before. A flush was still visible on her cheeks, bringing a little life to her otherwise pale skin tone, and the dark pink tint of her full lips was the actual natural color, not makeup like Leonardo had once assumed, and the thought of her unaffected beauty drifted across his mind. Carrie noticed Leonardo’s stare, and their eyes became locked, a new kind of tension filtering between them, and neither one knew what to say. The awkwardness of their close contact was hindering their ability to move, but their relief soon came when Raphael’s enraged voice yelled up the staircase.
“Hey! Are we gonna eat or what? I’m starvin’ down here!”
Carrie realized they had been upstairs longer than Raphael had deemed necessary, and he was now coming up to find out the reason his breakfast was cold. After a brief moment of panic, Carrie got a wicked thought and gave Leonardo an evil smile.
“Lay down on top of me.”
“What?!” Leonardo whispered, his nervous voice and his anxious eyes taking the command in different directions.
“Just do it! Come on!” Carrie laid back across the bed, lifting her arms to Leonardo and coaxing him down. The turtle opened his mouth to protest, but found himself jerked down and his face buried in Carrie’s scattered hair, her evil giggling going through his ear.
Raphael stepped into the doorway, his teeth following in the footsteps of his clenched fists. “Alright! I’ve waited long enough! Now what the fuck have you two been-,” His bottom jaw gave out as he saw his brother sprawled over Carrie, his face buried in her neck while she held onto Leonardo’s shell with one leg wrapped around it. Carrie turned her head to Raphael and reached a hand out to him, the wicked smile on her face growing even bigger.
“Oh, Raph. You’re just in time.” Carrie said seductively as she curled her finger to beckon him over. “Come in and join us.”
It was then that Leonardo pulled away from Carrie and held his hand over his mouth, trying to hold back the laughter that wanted to escape after witnessing the look of horror on his brother’s face.
“Best I ever had, bro!” Leonardo patted Raphael’s shoulder, the giggling increased as he moved toward the stairs, and it finally broke through as he descended the steps. After his brother left, Raphael looked back at Carrie, who had propped herself on her side and was happily waving at the turtle.
“Who’s the master now, Raph?”
Raphael smiled and shook his head. “Man, that was not even funny!”
***** ********
“Goodness, Carrie! What are you doing? Feeding an army?” The middle aged woman behind the counter proclaimed as Carrie dumped the contents of her shopping cart.
“You could say that, Valerie,” Carrie said with a exhausted smile and pulled her hair from her eyes. “I have a couple of, uh, house guests.”
Valerie peered down her nose at Carrie while running a box of wheat germ over the scanner, the surprise in her old brown eyes very noticeable. “Oh, really? Family?”
Carrie lifted a large bag of brown rice out of her cart, stopping for brief second to answer the question. “Friends, I guess you could say.”
“Oh, by the way, dear,” Valerie slowly bent down , holding onto the counter to support her bad knee, and popped back up with a stack of Post-It notes held together with a paper clip.
“You need to tell Barry to stop calling here. I may be your friend, but I have a business to run. I can’t keep running to the phone when I have customers.”
Carrie sighed heavily and took the small yellow stack. “I’m really sorry about that. I haven’t been answering my phone lately. Been letting the machine get it, and Barry hates answering machines.” She shoved the paper into her brown leather purse and went back to fishing the products out of her cart. “He’s just mad because I didn’t finish my book the way he wanted.”
“I’ve been waiting for this one to come out.” Valerie hinted with a quick flash of her false teeth. “I have to know if Jackie and Luke stay together.”
“Well, just between you and me,” Carrie leaned in, looking around to see if no one was within hearing distance. “I created a new male character that will try to come between them!”
“Oh, no, dear!”Valerie gasped, but then quickly added with a wink. “ I can’t wait!”
After paying for her large amount of groceries and loading them into her navy SUV, Carrie sat on the back end of the vehicle, the hatch still open above her head. She searched around the health food market parking lot, and found no one was close enough to see what she was doing. Carrie cautiously pulled Leonardo’s ShellCell out of her coat pocket, punching the numbers that she had finally memorized. As the weather had grown colder and Leonardo was unable to get a clear reception, Carrie had offered to take the phone into town with her, and each time the ring would echo in her ear, Carrie would become nervous that it would be answered by someone other than Leonardo’s family. But the ring was on-going, just like every other try, and after letting it go fifteen times, Carrie gave up and shoved the phone back in her pocket.
“Carrie? Is that you?”
Her blonde hair whipped her eyes as Carrie turned to face the soft male voice that had called to her. “Mark?”
The tall, well built,ash- blonde man that was now standing beside her flashed a heart-stopping smile at her. “I almost didn’t recognize you. You chopped your hair off.”
Carrie stood up, shoving her hand into the pocket of her brown wool and suede coat to keep the ShellCell from dropping out. “I...uh, how have you been?”
Mark shrugged, the blue and white nylon ski jacket rustling around his shoulders. “Can’t complain. Just got back from Europe again.”
“Seems like everybody has except for me. Must be nice.” Carrie muttered as she turned her away.
“Huh?”
She looked back at Mark, forcing a smile. “Nothing. So how is Katie?”
“Katie? Ha!” Mark threw his head back and laughed. “That girl was more clingy than you were! I had to drop her.” He shoved his thumb to the cherry red sports car that sat only a few parking spaces away, were a dark haired, exotic-looking woman sat in the passenger seat. “Picked that one up in France. Can’t speak hardly a word of English, but she makes up for that in other departments.”
Carrie wrinkled her nose, a sickness stirring in her stomach. “Nice.”
“I just believe you’re still around here!” Mark laughed, tossing his blonde locks. “After all that crap you told me about you selling your novel and getting out of here. No one must like it.”
“It’s still being shopped around.” Carrie said in a low voice. “Barry says that-,”
“And you still hang onto that faggot?” Mark shook his head, clicking his tongue as if scolding her. “If you have listened to me instead of being so brainless and stubborn, you’d be rolling in dough by now!”
“Don’t call Barry that.” Carrie whispered, her eyes going to the ground. The horn from the sports car made her look up and the dark haired woman was waving at Mark.
“Marque! Allumer! J'obtiens le froid !”
“Yeah, okay, whatever!” Mark waved back, grumbling under his breath. “Foreigners.” He looked back at Carrie, who still had her head bent down. He squatted down and placed his hand under Carrie’s chin, bringing her eyes to his.
“You’re still beautiful. Don’t forget that when your career goes bust.” His lips softly brushed against Carrie’s cheek, then Mark walked away and jumped into his car, the tires squealing as he pulled out of the shopping plaza. Carrie stood up, absentmindedly touching the flushed spot of her face as she climbed into her SUV. She turned the key, starting the ignition, then folded her arms over the steering wheel and quietly sobbed.
The temperature had dropped immensely after the sun had vanished, and the sky was clouding up again, sure sign that another snowfall was about to hit. But Carrie didn’t pay attention to such things. She pulled her coat tightly around her, trying to block out the harsh wind, and continued to stare down the long gravel driveway in front of her. Carrie wanted so bad to run down that road and onto the stretch of asphalt that connected to it, and just keeping going, but knowing that she could never escape the hurt she felt. Seeing her old love had been the worse thing that could have happened to her, and she had wallowed in her own self pity all evening, despite the attempts of both Leonardo and Raphael to get her to open up. Another tear slid down her cheek, but she made no effort to wipe it away and instead let them flow out again.
“Why do I care so much about what he thinks?” Carrie whispered into the night air, her breath turning into white clouds. “Why does he affect me so bad?” Her hands clenched in anger as another of rage flooded over her. “God, I hate him so much!”
The front door cracked open and Carrie hung her head down, hiding her tears behind her wind-blown hair.
“Carrie, whatya doin’ out here?” Raphael shut the door behind him and immediately folded his arms across his chest plates to block out the cold. “The Steelers are beaten the shit outta Oakland, and I ain’t go no one ta brag about it to!”
“I thought Leo was watching the game with you?” Carrie snuffled and wiped at her face, hoping that Raphael couldn’t see her, but it was too late.
“Okay, that’s it.” He took a seat next to her on the front porch steps, trying to ignore the shivers going through him. “You’ve been actin’ all sappy ever since you came home. What’s goin’ on with ya?”
Carrie sighed and sniffled again, wishing that Raphael would leave her alone. “I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Then if that was the case,” Raphael poked at her arm, causing her to teeter over a little. “You’d be in there instead of out here cryin’ yer eyes out.”
“It’s...it’s....”Carrie stammered. “It’s PMS, okay!”
Raphael laughed. “I don’t think so. Try again.”
Carrie blew out a long breath and growled, startling Raphael as she turned to face him, her voice reaching a very high octave. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Hey, I was only tryin’ ta-,” Raphael began, but was quickly silenced as Carrie stood up and yelled louder.
“Trying to what, Raph?” Carrie narrowed her grey eyes. “I can’t even talk to you without getting some kind of innuendo-based answer! Can you even talk normal, or is that something you’re completely void of doing? And even if you could, how do I know you don’t have some alternative motive behind it? All you’ve been doing since you got here was to try and fuck me!”
“How dare ya talk ta me like that!” Raphael jumped into Carrie’s face, the anger coursing through his body like a wildfire. “I was tryin’ ta show some actual concern! And ya don’t even have the right ta say shit like that about me! Ya don’t know me, so stop actin’ like you’ve got me figured out!”
Carrie felt her heart rate increasing, her breaths coming out in shallow puffs. “I do have you figured out, and I’m telling you right now there is no way I would ever let some sex-starved freak like you even touch me!” She turned on her heels and grabbed for the front door.
“Yeah, go ahead! Run back ta Leo and cry on his shoulder!” Raphael exclaimed. “Like he ain’t got somethin’ else on his mind too!”
Carrie squeezed her fists so hard, she felt her fingernails break through the skin of her palms. “You are so jealous of your brother, it makes me sick! Just because Leo shows a real interest in my feelings-,”
“He may show real interest in how ya feel-,” Raphael shoved his finger into Carrie’s face. “But deep down he’s got... alternative motives.” He leaned in so close to Carrie, their hot breaths slammed against each other’s cheeks. “Just like every... other... guy.”
Raphael’s words hit Carrie hard, and her painful memories of Mark that she had buried deep inside her mind suddenly flooded back, and new tears found their way down her face.
“You are such a heartless prick.” Carrie spit out in a hushed voice, backing down from the red-masked turtle and stepping into the house, slamming the door behind her so hard that one of the large, black numbers of her address vibrated off the wall and crashed to the porch, barely missing the ends of Raphael’s toes. The turtle bent down, picked up the number, and stumbled down the steps in the front lawn. He screamed in anger as he flung it across the wide yard and into the dark woods, his cold shivers forgotten in his rage as he walked around the house toward the barn, blocking out the heavy snowflakes that fell all around him.
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Writings of the Heart