I Wish

Disclaimer:I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.


Raph loved the feeling of the cool night air on his skin. The light breeze gently kissed his face as he raised his hands up with outstretched fingers. He was standing on the ledge of one of the tallest buildings in New York City, and the darkness surrounded him like an ominous blanket.

He lived for this.

The feeling of being on top of the world where the only sound he could hear was the sound of his own heart sent waves of excitement through the young turtles body. His toes gripped the grainy edges of the roof's ledge, giving him a sense of security. Knowing the risk of one faulty step made his midnight activity far more interesting as he daringly stared down at the passersby below.

He was king, King Raphael of the city.

Leaning backwards, he let his body slowly fall towards the roof. Gently landing on his shell, he glared at the stars which painted the black canvas in a wide array of patterns. Reaching up, he tried to fruitlessly grasp one of the stars, hoping that this time he would reap some benefits for his efforts.

Nothing.

Sighing, he placed his hands behind his head and began humming Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. He still found that childhood tune somewhat enjoyable; it just seemed fitting. He hoped his brothers never found out what he did on his free time because they would never let him live it down.

After All, he had an image to maintain.

He stared at the stars thinking and humming for what seemed to be hours. He thought about a conversation that he had with Don a few days ago. Don told him that there are more stars in the sky than people on the planet. He also said that for some people, stars represent hope and limitless possibilities. Don told him how people used to wish up to the stars, and confined within them their innermost secrets.

"I wonder if that is why theres so many," Raph mumbled to himself while shifting slightly on the cold roof, "all of those secrets are far too much for just one star alone."

As he looked up into the sky while visualizing what it would be like if every person in the world had their own star, Raph thought about his family and how they would be looking for him right now. Standing up slowly, he made his way to the roof's exit. As he carefully twisted the cooled knob, he turned his head over his shoulder, stealing one last glance at the sky.

As he stared in silence, only one thought filled his mind. If the stars listened to people, he wondered if they would possibly listen to mutants as well.

It was worth a shot.

As his eyes focused on one star, he cleared his throat and spoke in a strong yet steady tone.

"I wish for the happiness and safety of all of us, my dad, my brothers, and myself."

He hoped the stars were listening.


Even Raphael can have a softer side. I hope you all enjoyed this!