Okay, sorry for those who will ultimately hate me for this but, for, like, ever now, I've had this idea about TMNT/Shakugan no Shana. I don't care if you don't really like it. It's my story, and I'll deal with the consequences. Now, summary time.

How do you tell your family that you've been dead for a decade? How do you think they would feel if all you could say to yourself as you went to bed was
'I think I can hold on one more day'? I don't know, but neither does Leonardo. But a flame haze has decided to end his life...for good.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respected owners, including my OC :P

Alone

It was like any other night. Michelangelo shouted for all of the sleepless city to hear. Raphael growled at his youngest brother's speed, chasing after him with all of his might. Donatello, shook his head and chuckled at the ridiculous sight that was his immediate oldest and youngest brother. And Leonardo was having the time of his life, taking up the rear and seeing that all of his brothers were safe and well. At least, that's how he felt until he stopped for a second for breathe.

It was an ordinary little girl with any ordinary mother, walking down the street like any other. But their was, however, a majority of difference. Leonardo could see the soul of the girl. Inside it was a single blue flame. The heart of the eldest turtle seemed to break as he realised that that flame was weak and faded. All Leonardo could do was watch on with a shredded heart as he saw that girl was swallowed up with blue fire, and dissapeared off the face of the Earth. But the thing that was even more heart-breaking than that was the reaction of the mother. She once held a hand of her young, beautiful, 5-to-6-year-old-girl, only to have her place her hand on her handbag as if that little bundle of joy meant absolutely nothing...nothing to her.

Always, whenever Leonardo saw a sight like that, he would be disgusted of how the people around the fallen torched reacted. He never understood the concept of those reactions because their were none. Leonardo, after all of his struggles, realised that every person you meet you are effected by, even by some small degree. Seeing how the other humans could just ignore that person completly...it always left Leonardo feeling sad, sympathetic and alone.

He of all people knew what it was like to be a torch. Hallow and cold. The whole world seemed to surround you, forcing you to think differently from what you would normally. There was nothing this leader could do about it, however. He was doomed to be this way for all eternity. But...a ice cold puncture to his heart always made him think of how his brothers would've been...if he had gone when he was supposed to.

Suddenly, the unsuspecting turtle was tackled, pinned and tickled unmercilessly by a certain red-banned turtle we all know. All Leo could do was use all of his will power to hold back his laughter, but to no sucess. This was also mainly because the other two had joined in, making a team of 'The Three Musker-tickles'. Leonardo could not defend himself against there might. But, sub-consicously, he let them tickle him. He was not aware that he was letting them have their last moments with him. Through all of the joy and happiness is brothers were giving him, Leonardo never sensed that the people he knew were about to forget him forever.

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A shot rang out from overhead. The brother's held a breathe together, all hoping that the fire wasn't meant to be aimed towards them, or another innocent person. After a moments silence, they ran off in the dirrection of the crack that all feared so badly in the modern world. They ran until they were a leap away from a fallen figure. They jumped down towards the ground, landing precisely on the balls of their feet. They rushed towards the human. Donatello was given first inspection towards the figure. Michelangelo and Raphael crowded around, wanting to see if they were alright. Leonardo, however, stayed atop of the building as lookout. It wouldn't do if cops were anout.

"Wow," Michelangelo whispered in exhasperation.

"This is, amazing," Donnie remarked,"She has only been knocked out, but there are no signs of trauma or injury. She suffered from the blast, but it was as if she just healed immediatly."

"Hey, bro, get down 'ere a second."

Leonardo didn't have to be Einstein to figure out that Raphael was talking to him. After landing gracefully on his feet, he turned to see his family. Unexpected fear whelled in his eyes.

It was another girl. She was wearing gothic mid-centery like clothing, giving her a deathly black appearence. A dagger was tucked into the back of hear belt, unbeknowst to the others. Her grey hair rested to her belt and a black crystal around her neck seemed to glow with vengence. What horrified Leoneardo even more was that Raphael held her in his arms, paraelle to the way Michelangelo had once done so for April.

But this wasn't an ordinary woman who has just been shot or robbed.

She was the reason why children and adults alike were torches and why Leonardo was like how he was.

She was a Flame Haze.

So, what do you think. I hpe I didn't bore anyone. Reviews are enjoyed and keep me happy and will make me update quicker...hopefully ^^;