I don't own the TMNT

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This is no particular verse here, though I do tend to write them 2k3ish. This is completely unrealistic in certain aspects, as the story goes with the assumption that the whole world knows about the ninja turtles in every avenue including comics, movies and cartoons. I would like to note that it would make a little more sense if you read the first Comic Con story, as I am basing it after that.

This is going to be the same beginning segment for all four of the turtles, which will make the other three stories interesting, right?

WARNING! Strong sex scenes in here! If you don't like, don't read! There is a questionable scene in this chapter, just keep in mind that it is not my intention at all to denegrate women in any way shape or form.

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Of all the stupid, idiotic ideas that have ever possessed me, this had to be one of the most moronic, I thought to himself. With a sour expression I glared at Raph and Mike as they excitedly pulled off their trench coats. Mike was babbling incessantly, which somehow didn't seem to bother Raph at all. He just smiled, somehow enjoying the moment.

It had been like this all year. Their relationship had a definite change to it. They were jovial, they got on each others nerves a lot less, and in general seemed a lot closer to each other. At first, to be honest, it weirded me out a bit. Like something was wrong with the world. But who was I to complain over such a positive change.

We knew what had transpired at the last Comic Con they attended. Or at least I think we knew. The long and the short of it was that, somehow, they had sex. In a way it made a little bit of sense. After all, everyone in this freakish place was dressed in various types of costumes, so I guess that people would think the same on us. But…I don't know. The very thought that they would've had sex seemed so far-fetched. We were mutant ninjas, after all. Things like that didn't happen to us.

Don, to my surprise, barely hesitated to press for details. But they only gave an aggravating, cocky smile that I quickly learned to hate, saying 'you just wouldn't understand, bro!' I would say that they were tight lipped about it, but of course they weren't. Though they didn't give details, they didn't hesitate to remind us of their, ah, 'actions' and our own corresponding virginity every time that Sensei turned his back.

I felt a little guilty keeping it from Splinter. He had never really taught us anything about sex, and our discussing it or bringing it up normally met with very disapproval. Somehow I didn't think that he would receive the news of our brother's, ah, 'foray' too well. Not to mention that I couldn't bring myself to bring up an intimate subject. How do you go up to your father and blurt out that your brothers had sex? How do you go up to your brothers and say 'hey, tell Splinter about that one time you had sex.' It sounded ridiculous even in my brain. Sometimes I didn't even believe it. But then they were so DIFFERENT. Then again, did sex really change you that much?

In any case, Splinter missed Japan, so he took a rare trip, trusting me to look after the family. He was gone for a couple days when Raph and Mike announced that they were going 'out.' Of course it only took me a second to realize where they were truly going. Don told me a week before that Comic Con was back in town.

But they cheerfully announced that I couldn't stop them. They knew I was keeping it from Splinter for them, so they knew that they had some leverage. Don, damn him, didn't do nearly as much as I would've hoped to support me. I think his own foolish curiosity, the actual possibilities, ruled out on top of common sense.

I swear that I'm the only sane one in this family.

So here I was, wrapped in my trench coat, unwilling to let my brothers go it alone. How often had I cone this? Chased after my brothers to keep them save after they've made a foolish decision? I was getting tired of it. Really.

I glared at Mikey as he shoved his and Raph's trench coats into the lockers provided. My eyes darted amongst the massive amounts of brightly colored people in outlandish costumes. I clenched the trench coat tighter around me. "This is so stupid! What do you seriously expect to happen here?" I hissed at the morons that I was somehow in charge of.

Raph and Mike exchanged a glance and burst out laughing. Planting his hand on his hip, Mike wagged a finger at me. "Oh, I think you know dear brother! I think you know!"

At that Raph snickered, elbowing Mike playfully. "Can it, Mike." Meeting my gaze he chuckled again with that infuriating expression that I've learned to hate. "He wouldn't understand."

"Will you STOP doing that already?" I snapped. Beside me Don was already, somewhat hesitantly shrugging out of his own trench coat, exposing himself to the crowd. I blanched. This was wrong. So wrong. Went against everything we were taught. And for what? Looking back at my other two brothers I tried again. It wasn't too late. "What's your plan? Just wander around and hope some girl hops in your lap?"

Again they exchanged a look. Mike shrugged his shoulders. "Sounds good to me! What do you think, Raph?"

He chuckled, rubbing his knuckles. "Yep. Good a plan as any."

"I can't believe how idiotic you're being."

"Leo, you wouldn't unde-"

"Will you STOP saying that already?"

Mike gave me a placating look. "Leo, bro, seriously, you don't have to stay! We'll be fine." He patted my shoulder as if I were a child. "We'll be fine," he repeated.

Raph couldn't seem to start laughing. "Besides, you can't go anywhere with us with that trench coat on. If you don't have the guts to take it off, maybe this isn't for you."

My eyes once again scanned the people around me, who were, somehow, only getting more numerous. The thought still clashed heavily within me. I looked to Don for support but he was already putting his trench coat in the locker, looking around in wonder with an intensely curious look on his face. I doubted that he truly heard anything that we said.

Again, I was alone in my common sense.

And Raph had that irritating cocky look on his face, all the while slowly turning around, clearly ready to just leave me behind.

Steeling myself, I peeled the trench coat off of my shoulders before I could think of it any further. I followed them here, I couldn't balk from my responsibility before they actually went anywhere. They were right in one respect, they did this before and no one suspected anything. If they could pull it off, I could long enough to make sure that they didn't get into any trouble.

As I shoved it in the locker, not meeting anyone's gaze, Mike clucked at me. "It's okay, Leo. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to get Raph out of his coat last time! He was such a chicken, I actually had to compare him to you to get him to do it?"

A flash of irritation crossed Raph's face, only to dissipate as a woman dressed as a video game character, who apparently wore barely enough clothing to make up a rag, crossed in front of him. A different sort of look replaced it. He elbowed Mike and pointed to the girl with that odd smile on his face. Mike returned it full force.

They couldn't seriously be considering this.

Of course they were. I knew better than that.

We surged ahead in the crowd. At first I was so nervous that I wasn't sure I could stand it. I didn't know how my brother's were going about this in a seeming nonchalance. Mike and Raph were practically prancing, chatting the whole time, though I'm sure that their overwhelming confidence was exaggerated for my own benefit. Don hadn't said a word. He was looking around in seeming wonder, as if he was trying to take everything in at once. I should have known that there was a chance that curiosity would win out with that particular brother. Me, though, I was completely out of my element and acutely aware of the fact. I was trained my whole life to stay hidden, in the shadows, not allow my presence to even be suspected by humans, and here I was traipsing around amongst them. The intense feeling of exposure was overwhelming. Though I didn't really wear clothes, I felt naked.

I kept close to my brothers. The amount of people was so great that I was half afraid that they would simply be swallowed up. Especially people like this. I guess when I thought of people in costumes, I didn't know that they would go this extreme. Every facet of media was represented, both in great detail and a sparse, half-witted attempt. The skill level ranged from professional to 'I did this in my mom's basement.' The characters themselves seemed beyond outlandish. Who would have thought of things like this? Surely no sane person.

But what really threw me off was the amount of scantily clad women. So many female characters, apparently, were near exhibitionists. Other costumes, which obviously wouldn't normally fall into that category, were modified so that they could expose far more flesh than they ought to. It was unnerving. Though I felt the little flip in my belly at the sight of so much skin, for the most part I couldn't look at them directly. Yes, many of them were attractive, but did they really have to go about it like that? Women could be attractive in their own right. I just couldn't bring myself to respect the decision.

Then again, why was I even thinking that? It was none of my business. So I struggled to put my full concentration on my brothers.

My thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched squeal. Turning around, I saw a small group of women rush towards us. Still feeling dreadfully exposed, I resisted the urge to shrink back.

Which wasn't as difficult when I realized who they were. Then I could only stop and stare.

They were Karai.

All three of them.

Distantly aware that my brothers were already attracting their own attention, the three Karai's descended upon me. It was all I could do just to stand there. It's not like I could just turn and run, though that's really what I wanted to do. They hopped up and down, squealing. I winced at the sound.

"OMIGOD!" One gushed. "I absolutely LOVE your costume." She giggled. "You're our favorite turtle, did you guess?"

Speechless, my eyes roved over them. They were clearly all Karai, but they looked so…different. Unable to find my voice I simply shrugged my shoulders. She continued relentlessly, her eyes roving over me in a way that made me squirm. "We heard, last year, that two guys were dressed perfectly as the turtles. Apparently they created quite a stir. Are you one of them?"

Blinking, I shook my head. I was staring. Why was I staring? Staring was so rude. The same one giggled again, noticing the direction of my eyes. "We're trying to represent all the Karai's! I'm the one from Nickelodeon," She waved a hand over her shiny plastic suit that was colored to mimic metal over her black suit. Her hair was a wig, though it was done well enough, but her makeup was impeccable. "My friend over there is from the Foxbox cartoon," She pointed to the picturesque Japanese woman, slender in her tight suite, though half the costume was made of cheap foam. "And she's from the comic." A woman who looked similar to the foxbox Karai, except the more ruthless look and the red banding about her waist, smiled at me.

I blinked. My mind was still trying to absorb this. Was this even possible? "Uh-huh." I squeaked.

Boldly comic Karai reached out and grabbed my hand. "Wow, cool costume! How did you make the gloves for your hand? Polyfoam?"

My stomach was doing so many flips that for a second I didn't know which way was up. The pressure of her fingers on my hand seemed to sear into my flesh. I resisted the urge to simply yank my hand away. I was already attracting enough attention.

But I couldn't help but jump with a yelp when I felt another hand stroke down my shell. "Wow! What did you make your shell out of? It feels so realistic!" Nick Karai gushed, pressing her warm palm against the surface and splaying her fingers.

Instinctively jerking away from her touch, I bumped right into Foxbox Karai. She looked at me with bright eyes, her hand immediately going to my bicep and giving it a squeeze. Her eyes widened and a smile slowly spread on her face. "Woah. These are YOUR muscles?" She blushed slightly. "You must really work out."

"Ah," I stammered. Backing up, my heart thumped against my chest. This felt so incredibly wrong. They crowded closer. Geesh, were Leo fans always so crazy? They were too close. Suddenly I felt intensely claustrophobic. There were too many of them, seeming to come from all directions. Give me a life or death battle with the Shredder any day, this I didn't know how to handle. I was a fish out of water.

A familiar arm curled around my shoulder. Mike grinned at the Karais. "Good afternoon, ladies!"

They looked at him in delighted surprise even as I relaxed slightly. I wasn't alone. His presence made me feel so much more comfortable. I made a mental note to thank Mike later for his backup. Then I took in his wicked grin.

Or maybe not.

It was just then that I realized with a sudden surge of dread that people were snapping pictures, both with professional cameras and also with their phones. And Mikey, my dear rescuer, was posing with me. The Karai's were realizing this too. Only their response was to sidle over to me. Feeling the tension reverberating in my body, he whispered in my ear. "Cool it, Leo! We can't blow our cover, after all."

Though I was surprisingly tempted to strike him, I had to acknowledge that he was right. We had to keep up appearances. That was like our shadow of sorts, what we could hide in to preserve our secrecy. Maybe if I thought about it in that way it would be easier.

With a deep breath, I managed to give a tremulous smile even as another flash of light nearly blinded me as another picture was snapped. Mikey chuckled behind me, moving so that both of us had a woman on either side of us. They giggled and draped themselves on my shoulder, posing coyly for the cameras. My heart thudded so hard against my chest I was surprised they didn't hear. My legs were itching to take me away from here. Mentally I tried to think of a way out of it without attracting too much attention.

"Alright ladies! Give a kiss!" Mike sang out.

All thoughts vanished from my mind when the Karais on either side of me planted a kiss on both cheeks.

One of the photographers grinned. "Look at the expression on his face!"

"Can you do it again?"

"How about a mock battle?"

Mike stepped away and twirled a nunchuku in the air, grinning from ear to ear. Immediately the attention was riveted to him and more pictures were snapped.

I blinked back into reality, my cheeks still tingling from the double kiss. This was getting out of hand, fast. Setting my jaw, I stepped back, away from the Karai's who, by this time, seemed to be getting ready to move on. One of them mentioned something about getting a comic signed and they disappeared into the crowd.

Narrowing my eyes, I braved the photographs and stepped next to Mikey, putting a hand on his shoulder. "This is too much, Mike. We need to go."

His eyes met mine. "Like, go go? Or just go?"

What? Irritated, I just yanked him out of the limelight. Grinning, he blew kisses at the reporters. "Until next time, my dearest friends and comrades! Adeu! Chow! Sayanora! Adios!" Groaning I pulled him harder, seeing Raph and Don within their own throngs of admirers. Pictures were being snapped all over the place.

This was ridiculous. I needed to establish control of the situation. Swiftly, I grabbed onto my two remaining brothers. Surprised and both slightly awestruck, they initially allowed me to lead them through the crowd.

Of course Raph was the first to wrestle from my grasp. "What the shell, Leo? Where do you think you're taking us?"

I shook my head. "This was stupid. I never should have allowed you guys to come. You went to Comic Con and saw some people. That is enough. It's time to go."

He glowered. "Like HELL I am! You might be satisfied, but I didn't get what I came here for!"

I turned to him and we locked gazes. My fists tightened. Raph growled.

This could only end badly.

Then suddenly Mike was between us. "Raph, calm down! It's going to be alright."

He rounded on his brother, seething. "What are you saying? We both talked about…" He trailed off, seeing something in Mikey's face. Mike raised his eyeridges and flicked his eyes to me before looking at his brother once more, nodding slightly. Something crossed Raph's face and he visibly calmed down

I stared at them both. What the hell were they saying? Gritting my teeth, I was about to jump in once more.

Mike cut me off before I could start. "Ah, Leo. We'll leave, its fine! Let's just get a drink and a snack first please! How often do we get to order from an actual restaurant? Especially when we actually have money from Casey!" I was skeptical, my mind still trying to decipher exactly what had transpired between the two. Especially since Raph now seemed to be hiding a pleased look. Seeing the look on my face Mike plunged forward. "I'm so HUNGRY! Starving! I don't even think that I'll make it home!" Clutching his stomach he groaned as if in intense pain. "It hurts, Leo. It does!"

I raised an eyeridge at him. "Overplaying it, are we?"

Grinning, he had the decency to look chagrined but still fixated me with a pleading look. "I really am hungry! Aren't you?" Damn him, but now that he brought it up, I as feeling a little bit hungry myself. I could see Don shifting slightly, clearly thinking along the same lines. Pursing my lips, I looked at my brothers.

What could it hurt? It was only some food, right? Maybe I was overthinking that look between Raph and Mike, after all their relationship has changed a little bit.

As soon as I nodded we surged through the crowd. Even Mikey, who before was positively rolling in the attention, seemed to have a single-minded focus. Maybe he WAS really that hungry.

The restaurant area was packed. Dodging the over-enthusiastic fans that seemed to be EVERYWHERE we managed to reach a table.

Mike was eager to go get the food, insisting that we all sit down while he got it. Watching his grinning form plow through the crowd to the bar I looked at Don. He was still looking around everywhere, a slight smile playing his lips. I had hardly hear him say a word since we got here, it was weird to see him this quiet. Talk about weird, there was the whole 'Raph completely surrendering the argument' thing. But maybe he was just seeing some common sense finally.

Hah. Now THAT'S funny.

In any case, I just had to be sure to keep an eye on him.

Mike picked loaded nachos, I assume that those were one of the cheaper items. We tore in. I reminded everyone that we would leave after this. Didn't even receive a single complaint.

Their compliance worried me.

Mike saw something across the room that made him brighten into a glowing smile. Suddenly he decided to get up to get a drink, squeezing Raph's shoulder on the way. He smiled. I frowned. Raph moved his hand over, knocking over the salt. Instinctively following the movement, my eyes left my orange-banded brother for an instant.

I barely caught the movement.

A shuriken flew through the air, pinning the flimsy skirt of a woman's equally flimsy slutty outfit to the wall. Unnoticed, she continued and foolishly pushed against the resistance she felt. The sound of ripping seams seemed to sing through the air and there she was, naked save the thong panties. She stood there in horror for an instant, her bare breasts and narrow torso exposed for all the world to see. Then, clutching her hands to her breasts she screamed.

The entire room erupted in chaos as other women screamed, men hooted and whistled, and camera phones appeared everywhere.

I couldn't help but turn around and stare. Seriously, who could look away? But it only lasted a brief second until my gaze zeroed in on the shuriken that caused all the damage.

MIKEY!

Turning around, sure enough, the place where Mike and Raph were sitting was now completely empty.

Growling I surged to my feet, my eyes scanning the crowd for my wayward brothers. The people were teeming, excited by the incident.

I couldn't see them anywhere. They were gone

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A/N: So what do you think? This is going to be the same beginning segment for all four of the turtles, which will make the rest of

Also, if you're interested I do have a dark Donatello fic called Light Purple Dark and a comedy called The Hangover: The TMNT addition. Oh, how I love readers!