Hello minna-san! I decided to make a sequel to "Life is Different". This is in Raph's perspective, so there will be more violence than in Mona-Lisa's version. So, for all you action lovers, here is Raph's POV! I am open to making some in other character's POV, but by request only! (And not in Splinter's POV). I already have titles and stuff ready. But only if people want more sequels, I will make more. So, please enjoy, and review! Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles. Or a pet turtle for that matter. I want one though.

The Shell-Raiser rattles along the boringly quiet and empty street. Another dull patrol night.

The only thing, that was semi-exciting about tonight, is the abandoned warehouse. Even then, there were only 10-20 foot bots. It doesn't even begin to scratch the concept of "warm-up". However, there is something strange about that warehouse. There weren't enough bots. Leo knows it too. If it is truly a Kraang base, there should have been more guards.

I look around the vehicle. Mikey's asleep, drooling a little bit. Donnie and Casey are trying to impress April. Leo is concentrating hard on something. I know he's driving, but he's got that "100-thoughts" face on. I stroke my dashboard. I should ask Donnie to add more weapons to this thing. I can have a lot more fun during chase missions. I should ask about my bike too. I turn around to see Casey drawing on Mikey's face.

"Draw acne on him. He'll freak!" I whisper.

"Why?" Casey looks up at me.

"It's an old joke." I give him the smirk. He stares at me for a moment then, grins.

"I'll add a moustache too."

"Is it permanent?" April asks.

"No, unfortunately."

After a few moments of scribbling, Casey winks at me, giving me the honor of waking Mikey up.

"Hey puss-face, wake up!" I poke his cheeks, then, slap him.

"BWA! Cheese and ice cream salad!" He sits up violently.

"What are you talking about? We're almost home. You'll have to wash your ugly face when we get there." Cheese and ice cream salad... what the heck goes on inside this guy's mind. Actually, I don't want to know.

"What?! What's wrong with my face?!" Mikey frantically rubs his hands all over his head.

"How about you give him your mirror April." Donnie suggests. April has a mirror? How did Don know that? I bet he looked through her bag. Little creep. Well, now I have something new to blackmail him about.

"Good idea." April pulls a small, yellow compact mirror from her bag, opens it then, hands it to Mikey.

"Gahh! I broke out again! Donnie?! Do you have the cure?! You gotta help me man!" Mikey runs up to Donnie, kneels, then puts his hands together as if he was praying.

"Calm down Mikey! It's just marker!" Donnie brushes Mikey away from him. Mikey looks in the mirror again.

"Whoa, dude you're totally right! Hey… I have a moustache too! Cool… le French things, blah, blah…" He pretends to twirl the ink-stache while posing with a hand on his hip.

"April do you have any wipes?" Mikey asks.

"Yea, here Mikey." April pulls another object from her bag and hands it to Mikey.

"Thank you!" Mikey wipes the poorly drawn circles off his fore-head.

"Don't forget the stache, dude." Casey remarks.

"Le gasp! I can non remové le mustaché! It would be le tragenet! Non! I shall non remové it!" He says all this with a gross accent of I-don't-know-what, while twiddling his beloved.

"I, The Master of Naming Stuff, shall name you Senor Stashio!" Mikey pats his upper lip confidently.

"And we shall rule the world!" Mikey strikes a super-hero pose. This is getting annoying.

"Dude, that's Spanish. Not French." Casey raises an eyebrow.

"Whatever, Senor Stashio and I don't care about what you think." Mikey plops down in his chair, and starts spinning.

I grab a wipe from April, and wrap my arm around Mikey's head. He screams. Like a girl. Who knew?

"Well, you should care about what I think!" I rub a bit of Senor Stashio off of Mikey's face then, I let him go, and give the wipe back to April.

Mikey picks up the mirror, and then starts to sob.

"NOOOO! You killed him, Raph! You killed Senor Stashio! You murderer! He was my best friend!" He cries all over me.

"I don't really care." I push him away. Gross, Mikey snot. I sit back in my chair. I smirk at Casey. He nods.

"I thought that Ice Cream Kitty was your best friend." April hands him another wipe.

"Thank you, April. *SNIFF* Ice cream kitty is a different kind of best friend." Mikey dramatically finishes wiping the moustache from his face.

"I see." April softens her facial expression. Out of all of us, April pities Mikey the most.

"So, how many foot-bots did everyone stomp tonight?" Donnie quickly changes the topic.

"Oh! Oh! I smashed, like 3 and half! I did a combo with Leo!" Mikey suddenly jumps up excitedly. How he is able to change emotions quickly, I will never know.

"I bet I beat up more than you Domino!" Casey says while moving closer to April.

"Pfft… yea, sure you did." Donnie pushes Casey away from her.

"Yea, not only that but, I used some wicked moves too!" Casey pokes Donnie in the fore-head.

"Guys! We're here!" Leo announces.

*Ding*

"Hey April, did you see the way I hit that foot-bot in the head with my hockey puck? It went POOSHK! Right through its metal skull! Awesome right?" Casey jumps out of the car with Donnie close behind him.

"Pooshk? Uh, what does that even mean, shell brain?" Their rivalry is worse than me and Leo's.

"C'mon dude obviously it's like, a super-duper cool sound effect. Like ZAP! Or POW! And BAM! Aren't you supposed to be the genius here, Don?" Mikey bounces out next to Casey.

"WHAT? How does not understanding a ridiculous sound effect, rule me out for being a genius?" Donnie sounds flabbergasted. Note to self; insult his intelligence if in an argument.

"Because geniuses know everything! DUH!" Flawless logic, Mikey.

"Geniuses don't know everything, Michelangelo." I step out, walk over to the side and lean on the wall.

"Well, they should." True. They should.

"If geniuses know everything, then wouldn't that make you a comic book genius?" April comes out with Leo.

"Whoa… you're totally right April! Hear that Raph? I'm a genius! Oh yea, I'm a genius, I'm a genius!" What a nuisance. I smack him on the back of the head.

"OW! The heck was that for?!"

"Shouldn't you know? -You're a genius remember?" I comment. He freezes temporarily as if to say something, but crosses his arms and huffs.

"Haha! BURN! He got ya, dude!" Casey slaps Mikey on the back and continues laughing.

"April, Casey, I'm going to get Splinter, he said he wanted to talk to you guys before we took you home." Leo says before walking into the lair.

"Eep! Protect me, Raph!" Casey jumps behind me.

"Sorry, you're on your own, Jones." I smirk at him and push him to April.

I stop listening and think about what happened tonight. It was like the Kraang, that were there, were just a decoy. Almost as if they were hiding something from us. Or, more accurately, they were in the process of hiding something. - Casey is squawking again. They are so loud. I'm trying to think, guys!

"That would be Latin, you uncultured ignoramus." Donnie glares at Casey. Okay… that was probably some strange Donnie insult. We all stare blankly at him.

"Ingir-what?" Casey attempts to pronounce the word.

"Ignoramus."

"Ingrus… du… igmrous…ah I mean… forget it." Casey yet again tries to pronounce the word…! What was that? I just heard something. Was it April? No, she doesn't seem amused.

"Casey, dude. I have no idea what he just said but I'm sure it wasn't nice, man." Mikey remarks.

"Heh. You don't really need to know what he said, just think of what everyone else calls you." Let me think… numb-skull, probably idiot. Mikey's poking me. I hit him over the head again.

"STOP THAT, MIKEY!" I yell at him. I should talk to Leo about the Kraang thing.

"What is taking Leo so long? I have a math exam to study for." April nervously shifts around.

"We have an exam tomorrow?! Aww man… I am not ready for this…" Casey scratches the back of his head.

"How could you not know we had an exam?! Our teacher has only been telling us about it, for what? The past MONTH!" April scolds.

"Eh heh… calm down April, it's just an exam!" Casey backs away. I forgot how scary April can get.

"I'm perfectly calm! You're the one who's going to be kicked off of the hockey team if you fail Trig." Yea and I'm a pink, sparkly, fairy princess.

"Looks like you should study, bro." Trust me; you do NOT want April on your tail. I look up to ceiling.

"I got that figured out, Raph!" Casey states. There's a weird shape on the wall. I stare more intensely at the figure. The shadows are making it hard to see… exactly… we're being spied on.

"Hold up, guys, we're being watched." I pull a shuriken from my belt. The conversation stops.

To be continued! Next week that is. :3