I have fallen in love with Monalisa's character. I really like the relationship between her and Raph in the 1987 series.
This is a really quick thing that I did in half an hour, so please disregard the bad quality.
I own nothing.
Self esteem has never really been my thing.
Even before my mutation, when I was still in college, I knew this to be true. It was a simple fact of my life. I'd never been asked on a date, no boy I'd liked had ever looked my way, I knew my arms were too skinny and my hips were too big. I told myself that these observations didn't bother me, but I was only kidding myself.
I believed that, one day, I might meet a man who loved me the way I was, who wouldn't mind that I didn't look like a supermodel, as my peers did. I dreamed that he'd kiss me fondly when I felt sad about my appearance and say things like 'I love you anyway' or 'You couldn't get any more pretty to me'.
I knew that would never happen.
Because I wasn't beautiful.
But there was always one little spark of hope in me, hope that my daydreams would someday transform into reality.
And then my mutation happened. I was green and reptilian and even more ugly and the tiny spark of hope inside was extinguished. After that, I secluded myself, stayed away from people, tried not to notice their happiness. I. My promising future in science had been torn away from me, along with my humanity. I drowned myself in acrobatics, the one thing I knew I was truly good at, at became better. I vowed to use my new abilities for good, to help normal people so they didn't turn out the way I did.
But no matter what I would do, everyone avoided me. Because I was an ugly freak mutant.
One night, though, I got wind of the next target my adversary was planning to strike. An expensive yacht party hosted by a restaurant CEO. I snuck aboard, fully intending to defeat him single-handedly, because that was the only way I could. No alliances, no friends, because of my outside appearance.
And then he showed up.
One of the only people in the city who understood, who could relate to my dilemma. He didn't run when he saw me for what I really was, didn't scream, didn't even stare. He just smiled, like he knew exactly what I was feeling. I hadn't ever experienced such empathy before. It warmed my heart and I couldn't help but feel that we were kindred spirits somehow. He astonished me, in more ways than one. With his impressive Ninjitsu skills, with his casual wit, with his total indifference to what anyone thought of him.
But after the fight was done, and we were standing on the boat, moonlight bathing our bodies, he looked at me and that was when he astonished me most of all.
His eyes were warm, caring, and he smiled as brightly as the sun, a pink flush accenting his green face. And I almost felt human again. But, more astonishingly, as he touched my webbed hand with his three-fingered one, he made me feel, for the first time in my life, beautiful.
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