Lotus1510

"Would you just calm down already" Leonardo snapped at his brother, growing impatient "Calm down? Calm down! How could I possibly calm down?!?" Donatello snapped back angrily, "I'll never find the retromutagen! It's over, Leo" he slammed his fist against the table, you had never seen the passive turtle so enraged. "I'm useless! This is impossible!" He yelled as he stood up straight and walked away from the group of turtles and human that stood by his side. The 5 of you had just watched Donatello's hope melt away as his last retromutagen test only worked for five minutes before the cells remutated. You watched as he walked out of the lab, sl

It has been a week since that day. Although studying was one of the things you were good at, it had become extra difficult to concentrate. Every time you would try to write an equation, learn a line, or study, the vivid image of Leonardo popped into your head. You couldn't stop thinking about the scene of him taking care of your wound. The hug was the worst thing to remember. It felt so great, you were scared to admit it even. You thought it was partially normal, since he was the only one of the turtle team that you got to know, and plus, he treated you perfectly. But, you knew, deep down, that thinking about him non stop wasn't that normal.

You awoke later and you did not feel like you were on the couch anymore. It was actually more comfortable than the couch. The last thing that happened before you fell asleep from what you remember was Donnie flipping out about you being alone. Now you were somehow in someone’s bed in the dark. It felt like you were somewhere alone and you almost started to flip out a bit. Then you heard something. There were four different voices of all of the brothers. It almost sounded like they were getting ready for something. Surprisingly, there was a digital clock right on a small table next to the bed. The time was around 10 at night, so you had

You had been on the couch for about fifteen minutes with the atmosphere during that time being peace and quiet. During that small bit of time, you step armed to take more smaller details into account of the lair, almost like you were playing I Spy and you had to find one tiny object that you could not find then you would have the ability to find it or at least that was what you hoped. Then you heard another noise again. This time it was slightly louder. You got the closest thing to you which was a pipe and held it out in the fashion of a sword wielder. “Come out!” you said in a slightly mad and stern tone. The whole room was th

Ahh, Leonardo. The strongest, bravest and sweetest turtle I've ever met. But not the kind of "sweet" that he actually likes me. He doesn't know I have a big-time crush on him. Not yet. But I don't wanna let him know. It could ruin our friendship. Until one day at the lair, in his bedroom , my life changed.

They call me Raphael. They say I'm a hardcase. I say that they shouldn't judge me by my attitude. There are lots of cruel people in this world, and the only way to stop them from harming the people that care is show them who is boss! I wasn't always the tough guy. When I was very young and my older brother Leonardo was chosen by our master Splinter to be the leader, I was a bit jealous. I wanted to be the leader, but Splinter told me that we all had our roles in the team. I knew that Donatello was our designated genius, since he spent most of his time inventing all sorts of crap that he expects to help us defeat the forces of evil. Mikey's r

It had been almost a week. Nothing had been heard about any of the villains and if they were going to plot to get you again, but your state was the largest concern at the moment. You had not moved from that table or at all for that matter since Donnie had set you down there. The guys had come in the lab to watch you from time to time. Mostly it was Donnie watching you a bit while he did his lab work, but from time to time, the other brothers would come in and watch you for a while or talk to you like you could respond. They did not even know if you could hear them or anything like that. Splinter had been meditating for most of the days that