Hey everyone I'm here with the sequel to "I'm Sorry, Forgive Me, I Apologize, Don't Hate Me."
YES! I KNOW THEY BOTH HAVE THE SAME SUMMARY! THERE'S A REASON FOR THAT! IT WAS COMPLETELY INTENTIONAL!
Well, this is the story that won the poll on my profile. I thank everyone who voted and everyone who's read and reviewed my stories so far.
Full Title: It's OK, You're Forgiven, Apology Accepted, I Don't Hate You
I don't own TMNT and yes, like the other story this will be composed of short chapters.
Let's begin!
"Eh, he got ya good Raph."
A green hand reached out and smacked Casey Jones in the back of the head, "Shut up Bonehead. How is it April?"
The red head pulled back from the turtle, wiping her slightly bloody hands on a slightly bloody dishrag, "A clean cut, well stab. Didn't even hit an artery."
April's eyes suddenly narrowed though, "What is it with you two fighting all the time?"
The red banded mutant turtle in front of her shrugged, "Don't know. Well, I better get back to the lair."
"You gonna talk with him?"
Raph huffed as he stood up from where he had been sitting on his friends' couch, "I better. Fearless lets the littlest things get to him."
"You were stabbed," April protested, "I doubt that's what anyone would call little."
"April, we were all just shot a dozen times last week in that Purple Dragon ambush. This ain't nothing," the hothead explained while glancing at the bandages wrapped around his abdomen.
"Look when someone shoots me with a machine gun I'll be a little concerned."
The hothead headed for the window, opened it swiftly after scanning the alleyway and stepped outside.
"You're just as Mule Headed as he was Raph!" Casey yelled after him.
"Gee, thanks."
With that final parting the red banded turtle closed the window, listening as the clasps inside the window resounded with a small click.
"Now to get home and make sure he ain't committed suicide as of yet," he thought with a slight wave of nausea.
Wow, the world was getting foggy.
He shook it off and forced himself to take deep breaths. This was not the place nor the time to be getting sick or passing out. With a final glance inside the apartment at the turtles' two human friends, Raph stretched his arms to the sky and descended to the alley below. After quickly locating a manhole, he slipped down into the sewers and made his way home.
When he arrived he expected to hear-he didn't know. An argument? Someone screaming about suicide? Well, since when could he ever understand his family? With a shrug he opened the door and slipped into the far corner of the living room, spotting all three of his brothers eating the pizzas that they had picked up for dinner earlier.
Alright, time to do something before someone else did something crazy. Wow, wasn't he one to talk?
OK, chapter 2 out tomorrow.
I DARE someone to review and put a bunch of little dots in it. Just to humor me. ^_^
Happy readings!
~Moonsetta