Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT

A/N: Believe it or not the idea for this story came to me when watching Chicken Little. Wierd. But this has been floating in my mind for a bit so I took a short break from my other story Jade Fire to start on this one. It will be more interesting doing multiple stories, I think. At least I'll have more reviews to look forward to. Well, I'll have a go at this idea. Tell me how you like it. Don't lie now, be honest! I'm not sure how this one will go so I'll be depending on reviews on whether or not to go for it. The story is in Raph's POV. At some points it'll be like he's telling you the story.

Chapter 1

The beginning

Alright...glad to see you're here. Well...not really. Hehehe. Not sure how to begin with this crap. I mean, it's not the kinda thing that everyone hears about. Well, then again I'm not the kind of freak everyone hears about either. Don't even know why I'm telling you this. Just gotta get it out I guess. I love my bros and all, but sometimes it's kinda hard to talk to 'em. I don't just mean talking, I mean, like, explainin' and stuff. Can't really talk too deep if I wanta keep my image and all...I guess that's kinda why I'm tellin' you. Don't read too much into it or nuthin, an' don't you dare say a word to anyone or I'll kick your ass, got it? (pause, listener nods) good.

OK, now, where to begin? Uh, the beginning I guess. Well, it was the first of June, and I was kinda arguin' wit' my bros...might happen more often than I'd like it to now that I think about it...

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"Dammit Leo!"

Leo balled his hands into fists and stared at me. Man, he was pissed. Don't see why he gotta get so worked up about such stupid crap.

"Raph, I don't know what you're problem is but you're going to fix it! I'm getting really sick of your bad attitude!"

I glared at him. Sure wish he'd get off my back. Sometimes he makes me so mad...I huffed through my nostrils. "Get off my case, Leo! I don't care, get it?" Leo just stared at me and I felt my blood begin to boil. Man, "No? Lemme spell it out for ya! I DON'T CARE!" The punk opened his mouth "Shove it! Don't wanna hear it! Go ahead and shove it up your perfect pie-hole fearless leader!"

Leo actually turned a little red. That got him. I felt a slight sense of satisfaction. 'Bout time I got through to him. "Look Raph, if you don't want to talk like a civilized person then leave! We don't have to take your crap!It's about time we had some peace and quiet around here so we can get around to some REAL training!"

I whirled to face him, all fury. "What, you want me to leave? FINE! As you know, I don't care about you're crap! Don't even know why I did! Can't wait to not have you look at your ugly mug or bow down before you and your stupid crap! I'm leaving!"

"FINE!" he shouted.

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!" I yelled as I stalked out of the lair.

I immediately ran topside and exploded with unkempt energy. Doing backflips, I found the nearest fire escape and leapt up. Once I reached the roof I sprinted across the length of it. Purposely straining all the muscles of my legs I leapt to the next building. Once I landed I didn't waste a second but continued my mad run. The emotional energy poured into my body, pounding me on like a wild animal.

Man, that Leo! He can be such a pain in the ass sometimes! Thinking back on the argument my brain boiled. He called me an 'uncivilized person!' Doesn't he realize that we're green mutant freaks! Stupid stick-in-the-mud! Doesn't think I can think for my friggin self! What an (BEEP!) (BEEP-BEEEEEP!) hehehe I censored my mind!

The mid-thought joke brought around my thinkin'. What were we arguing about anyway? I racked my brain. I'm sure that it has something to do with training, but beyond that I have no clue. My mind stayed silent for a moment as I thought on that. You know, when you can't even remember what caused the argument to get you kicked out of your home, that's kinda sad. I remembered Donny tinkering around in his lab, I could tell he wasn't really doing anything. Just trying to look 'involved' in something so that he wouldn't get dragged in. Mikey was in his room. Come to think of it, I could hear the music on his headphones from the living area. Probably trying to drown out our argument. He sure does hate it when we fight. I shook my head. Hell, even Mikey's friggin cat hides under the couch!

I felt a pang of regret when thinking about that little stinker and stopped my running. I had been going at it for quite some time and suddenly realized how tired I was. REALLY tired! Breaths slightly wheezing I leaned against a wall to catch my breath and let my pounding heart slow down. Mikey... I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to the cool concrete. My thoughts turned inward.

I don't mean to do it, I really don't. It's just that...sometimes I get so mad! But no one likes it when we fight, even Leo doesn't. I can tell through all that boasting. Mikey and Don sure don't enjoy it. Now that I think of it, it does look sorta like they feelkinda...alienated. Wow, big word! Slowly I shook my head and opened my eyes. What was wrong with me? Why do I always lose my cool like that? It doesn't seem to be a problem with anyone else. I thought about what Splinter said about balance and stuff. What if I don't have it? I sure as hell haven't found it yet, that's for sure. I haven't even seen it look my way. What's wrong with me?

It was about that time, after I had cooled off and calmed down that I heard a noise. Immediately I was on my feet, both sais held ready. This really wasn't the night to piss me off. The sound happened again. It sounded kinda like, sobbing. Someone was crying.

'Calm down boy,' I told myself. I sheathed my sais and slowly approached the sound. Looking back I don't really know why I did. I should've run off and left whoever to deal with their own problems. It's not like I didn't have my own to deal with. But for some strange reason, I felt compelled to reach out and help this person, whoever they were. It's like these invisible fingers were poking the sensitive parts of my brain and telling me that it was the right thing to do. Well, whatever it was, all I know was that I walked towards it despite the warning my gut was giving me.

It sounded like a girl. Man, she sure is crying hard. Wonder what's wrong?

I peeked over the roof to see someone sitting, sobbing into their hands in the trash-strewn alley below. She had long black hair and pale looking skin, but beyond that I couldn't really tell much. Slowly I eased my way down the fire escape. I got to the second level down and was able to get abetter look at her. What I saw only peaked my curiosity more.

The hair wasn't only black, it was glossy and shone in the light of the full moon. The hands that she was sobbing into were fine boned and feminine, with exquisitely maniqured and lacquered fingernails. Draped over her shoulders was what appeared to be a mink coat. By the look of it, it probably reached past her knees when she was standing. I saw a peek at her dress below the coat. It was a glittering, ruby red. Kinda like Dorothy's shoes on the Wizard of Oz. It ended just past her bent knees, revealing shapely calves, dainty ankles and small feet. On her feet were Ruby red stilettoes. I could see the moonlight reflecting off her toenails. Man, she must have those manicured too...or is it pedicured? I shook my head. Friggin female habits.

But what was a decked out dame doing in the middle of a filthy alley, sittin' on the dirty ground cryin' her eyes out in the middle of the night? Something about the whole situation left an odd taste in my mouth. Slowly I turned to leave, not making a single sound. Ninja stealth, haha.

"Please, don't leave." I stopped cold at the sound of the whisper behind me. I turned my head slightly. Was she talking to me? I looked around. Nah, couldn't be. I didn't make a sound to reveal my presence. Hell, I didn't even make the fire escape creak or quiver one tiny bit. How could she know that I was here? Convincing myself, I once again turned to leave.

"No, please don't! Please don't leave me, not now. Not like this." Once again I stopped cold and peered down at her. She wasn't sobbing anymore, but neither had she moved. Maybe she was simply talking on her cell phone... Suddenly she looked up at me and my heart stopped. She saw me! So much about being a stealthy ninja!

"Please, I didn't mean to frighten you. I just want to talk, please." She spoke while staring straight into my eyes through the bars of the fire escape. Those eyes...something about those eyes just held me for a second. I quickly shook it off. Maybe she just thought I was another person or something; I was in some pretty deep shadows right now. I'd assume that all she could see was my shape and maybe the light shining off my eyes. Best to leave and not let her know what kind of a freak I really am. I hate scarin' dames.

"No! Don't be scared. I don't care what you are, it's who you are that I need. Please!" Man! She's like some sort of friggin' mind reader or somethin'! I looked down again and sighed. Well, she obviously seemed to know who I was. Why not talk to her? Besides, now my curiosity had skyrocketed. I wanted, no, needed to know how she knew about me. Call it...a fact finding mission. Yeah, that'll work.

Silently I made my way down and dropped from the fire escape. I landed about two yards away from her, in the shadow created by the other building. Not coming any closer to her, I simply squatted and waited to hear an explanation. Normally that isn't my style, but this is an unusual case so I'm willing to make amends this time.

She rubbed her eyes daintily with her finger and took a deep breath as if to steady herself. For the first time I got a good look at her face. She was of Japanese descent. Her eyes were almond shaped and deep. High cheekbones accented a petite, yet slender nose. Ruby red, pouting lips and a daintily shaped face with a slightly pointed chin. If I was any judge on human attractiveness, I'd say that she was beautiful. Luckily, I've never considered myself any sort of skill in that matter so I ruthlessly ignored the odd feeling in my stomach. Besides, she had some serious answerin' to do.

Looking up, she stared straight into my eyes. The intensity of the stare kinda set me back a bit. I shook myself, hopin' she didn't see it. Signs of weakness was the last thing I needed. Then she spoke. "I'm so glad that you came, though I shouldn't be so relieved. I knew that you'd come." She narrowed her eyes lustily. "I'm sorry that you got upset today. I have siblings myself. They can be such a pain sometimes." Then she smiled, revealing a mouthful of dazzlingly white teeth. Was she creeping closer? I huffed.

"Look lady, I don't know you and I don't know how you know me. You answer my questions. How come you know me? How did you know that I'd be here? And why the Hell is itso friggin' important anyway?" I growled. She was having some sort of effect on my and I didn't like it. Or did I? I guess a better way of saying it, was I didn't like how I liked it; if that makes any sense at all.

She smiled at me. "Of course I know who you are Raphael." I started back at the sound of my name. Slowly she turned and looked upward at the stars. The moonlight made her face look like it was glowing. "How I know of you isn't as important as you might think. It's the same way that I knew that you'd be here. Because I know everything about you. I suppose that you'd want an explanation anyway. I know all about you, and though you don't know it, you know all about me. Or at least you will in time. For you see, you and I; we're special. We're, what you'd call..." She turned to me and locked me with that unbelievable stare again "...soulmates."

I felt some stirring in my loins and clenched my teeth. What the Hell was happening to me? I've never felt like this before. It must be her. She must be doing something to me. Soulmates? What sort of friggin' crap is she yakin' about! Suddenly she moved. It started me out of my thoughts and I bumped against the brick wall behind me. She had gotten up and was approaching me. Should I be worried that not a smudge of dirt or grim graced her or her clothing? "Lady, I'm warning you!" I got to my feet and yet she still approached me. Instinctively I reached for my sais but then her hands were there, on mine.

The touch seemed to burn into my skin. Never had I known a human's touch to be so...warm. I was, shocked might be a good term. In any case I didn't move. I simply stared at her. My mind screamed at me, telling me to run, throw her to the ground and leave. But my body...man! Traiterous scum! My body was saying something completely different.

Slowly she looked me up and down and smiled. I should've felt violated...and I did. But at the same time I didn't. What the Hell's wrong with me. I simply stared at her with a shocked expression. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect." She whispered sensually. She looked me straight in my eyes again and continued her approach. There wasn't but a foot left anyway. I didn't know there was any more space. I was wrong. She pressed herself against me and for the first time I noticed that she was my height. Slowly she bent her head closer to mine...NO!

"Stop it lady! I'm warning you!" I shouted half heartedly and put up a weak struggle. She acted swiftly. Suddenly she had my wrists pinned against the wall. Man, she was stronger than she looked; or maybe it was because I felt as though my entire being were made of jelly. I've never felt so weak in my life.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear. Her warm breath felt kinda...I don't know exactly how to describe it. But it made my stomach feel real funny, like there were butterfly's in there or something. and it also seemed to make my limbs feel weaker. It was as though her touch had power over me or something. She whispered "Don't be afraid, my dear Raphael. You are Perfect, the one. We were destined to be together. It will be glorious."

Then she looked into my eyes once more and smiled. Somehow it didn't make me feel giddy this time. Slowly she closed the distance between our faces.

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A/N: So, is it juicy enough so far? I hope that you like it. I realize that the story plot is somewhat...original. I guess you could call it that. I've found that I enjoy writing in the POV style. Normally I go for omniscient but now I'm not so sure. You should expect more POV. I'm going to keep it up like Raph is telling the story. At the beginning of each chapter you'll hear him recounting as he continues his tale, then it will continue with the actual story. Imagine it as a movie of someone asking him, then having a flasback once it gets interesting. I think I like doing it this way. I am personally against cursing, but of course this is Raph we're talking about. So for the sake of not getting kicked off the site I'll try to substitute words. Please review and tell me what you think. It will help me decide on whether or not this is too wierd to continue. Please Review!