Hey-o! It's my sweet sixteen, and I thought I'd shake things up a little, I've gotten my presents, but I thought I'd give my reading audience a present this year, a new story! Originally this was a comic I was doing, but I thought I'd give writing it out a shot. Without Further ado, I give you the first (as far as I know) crossover of TMNT and IB.

Fabricated Rose

"Like an eternally-blooming flower's beauty,
the persistent feelings continued to blossom in my heart.
The close and an "ending" that surely awaits.
The warmth I felt in you on that day too,
it faded away quietly till my hands felt empty."

-Riyu Kosaka "Guilty Sky"

Chapter 1: The Disheveled Artist

New York City 7:59 PM November 25, 2012

"Are you serious?!"

I sat on the roof with Kaede, starting at her in wonder at what she'd just said. (AN: Kaede is a character I made up, she is not Lucy, but she is from the Elfin Lied series. Yea, her last name will be revealed sooner or later, and I know she'd prefer later.)

She nodded, shivering a little as she did so, "I'm totally serious. We've been hanging out for a couple of months now, it's about time we did something else besides hang around on the roof and eat pizza."

"Yea," I stuttered, knowing this 'outing of hers would be a bad idea, "but an ART MUSEUM? I can't go in public, you know that."

"I have it covered." She said smartly.

"What is there a new fashion trend to look like a huge humanoid turtle with ninja weapons?" I asked, almost a little agitated that she wasn't being forthcoming with her method.

"No," she said, and handed me a small-ish parcel, "I got you some oversized clothes out of my 'land-lord's' laundry. If you put them on, you'll probably still look a little bit weird, but at least you'll be more out of everyone's attention than you would be like you are right now."

"That makes sense, I guess." I said, piecing together this girl's intentions so quickly, even Donnie would be impressed.

"So, is 6 a good time for you?" she asked, hope in her tone.

I blushed, "O-Of course!"

"Great! See you tomorrow, Leo!" she called as she retreated into her building.

"Yea…bye." I said, I was still for a moment before jumping up and shouting "YEA!" then scaling the building downward, into the sewer from a manhole. This is gonna be EPIC.

The Lair 5:00 PM November 26, 2012

Raphael sat on the couch, twirling one of his sais and staring at Donatello as he messed with a small, ornately crafted wooden music box, in fact, the very same piece of "machinery" that had inspired Donnie to unlock his latent talent.

This time, he wasn't just looking at the mechanisms to see how they worked, it was broken.

Actually, it was busted by accident when Raph was playing the game "Does Mikey bend that way" when the wild turtle had tried to get away from his older brother and had made them both bump into the bookshelf where the decrepit device rested and it had broken once it hit the floor.

That had only happened about an hour ago, and yet Donnie still hadn't fixed it yet. "You're still working on that old thing?" Raph said suddenly, ending the tense silence that had been going on the whole time, "Just throw it away already."

"Ha ha ha ha! No." Donnie said crossly, tearing his attention away from the device that needed it.

"And why not?"

"Well, A). It's a learning experience, B). I need to do SOMETHING today or I'll go insane, and C). That was Master Splinter's. His late wife got it for their baby daughter and he'd probably really lose it an make us train for two weeks straight, no patrols or even time to SLEEP." Donatello said strictly.

"Alright, don't get your mask in a wad." Raph said, he was working on keeping his temper, and now he was struggling to keep telling himself he was talking to Spike, his pet tortoise.

Leo walked into the main room, carrying a burlap sack and his Katanas were strapped to his shell. "Where are you going?" Donnie asked looking now to his oldest brother.

"Oh…just…out?" Leo said nervously, smiling toothily to advert suspicion.

"At 5?" Raph pressed.

"I…umm… thought I saw Clunk trying to steal Mikey's pizza again…"

"Well, what's in the sack?"

"Laundry. What's the problem with a turtle and his sack of laundry?" he asked.

"Nothing, except we don't wear clothes." Donnie answered smartly.

"Yea, they're all dirty!" Leo joked.

Silence….

"Look, I'll be back before patrol is even supposed to start." He said seriously, turning and leaving before one of them could protest.

"Well that was certainly the weirdest conversation we've had with Leo." Donnie said getting back to work.

"Yea… pretty suspicious… I don't like it!" Raph said defiantly.

"What do you want me to do about it," Donnie started, chortling to himself, "Creep him out with this song?"

"No, I say we all tail him… right when it gets dark, we'll corner him and see what he's up to."

"Good idea."

"Thanks."

"I'll chalk that up as your first."

"WHY YOU DIRTY LITTLE-…"

Art Museum 6:00 PM November 26, 2012

I stood outside the museum, shuffling slightly to keep the feeling in my frozen toes. I wore a dark blue zip-up hoodie, large dark brown pants, a white toboggan, and a pair of sunglasses. I pulled the hood up to keep the wind off of my neck and retain a little body heat… My face felt like it was going to freeze as nagging thoughts entered my mind, 'She lied to you, Leonardo. She was just playing a game with you and you were too blinded by your emotions to see it.'

'NO. She is not that kind of girl! She was all alone.'

'You should have let her die from that illness she caught, how easy your life would be then.'

'SHUT UP! I'M BETTER WITH HER THAN I WOULD BE TO HAVE STAYED IN THE LAIR AND LOSE MY MIND. Besides, it's more enjoyable to lose your mind with someone rather than for them.'

"LEO!" came Kaede's voice finally.

I looked and felt myself burn, a shock to my frozen surroundings and I hoped I wasn't steaming.

she. Looked. BEAUTIFUL. She was letting her hair blow without her hat, in its place, a long, black ribbon tied to either side of her head in a bow.

She had on a brown coat that was only one shade darker than her hair, and I could see She was wearing a lime green shirt which hung off her shoulders and black tank over top of it, dark pants, and her same worn black converse one-stars. "Sorry I'm so late!" she said shyly, "It took longer to sneak out of the building than I thought; Kurama's determined to smoke me out!"

"I could always ask Splinter if you could stay in the lair, you know." I said matter-of-factly, "It would be a lot safer than staying out where someone who wants to kill you knows where you are."

"I don't know," she said in a small voice, the one that sounds like she's afraid I'd be so bad as to hit her, "He may not see me as a good girl like you do."

"Then I'll convince him." I said stubbornly.

She smiled, "You're too nice, you know that?" she joked.

"And you're so sweet I might just get a cavity." I said back.

"Come on, let's go in!"

Once inside the museum, it got kind of quiet. We'd choose a painting and take turns either saying what we thought it meant, or making joke about it. This went on for about two hours before I had to ask her a REALLY important question.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" she said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts (many of which were too embarrassing for me to admit.)

I looked to the designated painting, which was a white canvas that looked as if somebody let a 5-year-old child run amok with a gigantic box of crayons. "Yea, I guess so." I replied, trying not to sound so anxious.

"I think it represents the world through the eyes of a child. It's a big step to put away childish things to 'grow up', but it can be rewarding, even when it's not obvious."

"That's a lot of insight." I said, waiting for my opportunity.

"Thanks." She said, smiling and probably feeling proud of herself.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, fire away."

I took a deep breath and chose my words very carefully, "Why did you ask me to come with you instead of someone else?"

She blushed and looked down at her feet sheepishly, "Well… I… It's because… I-…"

Before she could complete her sentence, the lights began to flicker, and then died out completely.

Alarmed shouts and the sound of rushing footsteps followed the black-out. Many were calls for loved ones and one even said they were "getting out of this crazy joint".

I panicked, "Kaede?! KAEDE, WHERE ARE YOU?" everything was pitch black, and my eyes were only just starting to adjust.

"I'M OVER HERE!" she shouted, her voice far off and distant.

"Hang on, I'm coming for you!" I called out.

Soon enough, I could see my surroundings, and everyone else had gone. I got to where I had heard her speaking, but nobody was there.

My heart was pounding, I ran around the whole museum calling out for her all the while. I had to soon stop where we were standing when the power went out, panting and hoping she wasn't too far away.

I caught my breath and began to reach for the T-phone, now noticing I had a strange, thick, liquid-like substance all over my hands. Blood? No, it was just red paint.

Where did it come from?

I looked to the canvas and stared horrified at the answer.

Painted in dark red on the childish painting were the words "COME KAEDE" and her hair ribbon stuck on as the dash on the "a" in her name.

'Oh no…'

END NOTE:

Yea, my sweet sixteen was the day before I finished this chapter, so see it as a present from me for your next birthday, whether this is super early, way late or exactly on the dot, please enjoy it! See you in the next chapter of whatever I write. Stay awesome, guys!