The Flock's base/home

Things were quiet at the…

"How could he have found me?! HOW?!"

Okay, let me rephrase that; things were NOT quiet at the Aves household. As soon as Cuervo and Lechuza got home, the latter went straight to his room, and spent the last six hours in there.

"Keep it down, Leo, I'm trying to watch Angel!", shouted Voltura.

"Screw you, Aunt Carm! And Angel sucks! Forever Knight is way better!"

"Just another night in the Aves house", Zoe thought as she read her copy of New Moon. "It's days like this I wish Dad had custody of me, instead of that immature brat, Mom."

"You take that back!"

"No way! At least Nick Knight isn't some girly pretty boy who was spun off from Buffy!"

"Angel is not girly! He's not, he's not, he's not!"

"Oh, throwing a tantrum, that's real mature."

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!"

"YOU shut up, you psychotic bitch! I'm busy! Oh, and Poison Ivy called, she wants her colors back!"

Hey, don't insult my favorite Batman villain like that!

"Shut up, nerd!"

Oh, you are so getting a Jason Todd after this…anyways, slamming the door to his room, Blood Lechuza sat down at his desk, and put his head down.

"Dammit", he thought angrily, "Why did he have to come here, of all places?! I thought that if I moved here, I would be free of him."

As he wallowed in his anger, Leo Aves thought of the chain of events that led him to become his villainous alter ego…

Venice, California, Five months ago

In a seemingly normal warehouse , Leonardo Aves sat in his private office, listening to a Fallout Boy CD, when one of his henchmen walked in.

"Uh, Mr. Aves?", asked the worker.

"Yes, Otto?"

"We're all set to deliver them firearms to the gangs. We jus' need yer say so to ship 'em out."

"Go ahead. Oh, and Otto?"

"Yeah?"

"Remind to send El Arana a thank you letter for supplying those firearms, would you? It's just in case I forget."

"Well, that's something we all wanted ta talk ta ya about, sir. Is it smart ta do bidness wit' that guy? I heard stories about 'im."

"Oh, like that story about him killing a large number of men, or that he's so dangerous that even Sartana of the Dead feared him? THOSE stories?"

"Yeah, there the ones."

"Otto, Otto, Otto. We can't let something like silly little myths ruin possible business deals. And even if some of those stories were true, why would the most powerful crime boss in the world want to kill his business partners? It's not like he sees everyone as expendable."

"But, boss…"

"No, "buts", Otto, or your's will be out of a job. Now get back to the shipping bay, and give everyone the okay to leave."

"Alright boss, but don't say I didn't warn ya."

Heading to the shipping bay, Otto suddenly heard a creak coming from the ceiling. Turning skyward, he saw nothing, and thought to himself, "Musta been a rat'r somethin'. The bosses really gotta hire an exterminator." But as Otto was lost in his thoughts, he was suddenly grabbed from behind, and thrown into a nearby pile of crates. Before he could react, he was suddenly pounced on by a shadowy figure.

"Hello, Otto", the figure said. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

"H-How'd ya find us?"

"I have my sources. Now, where can I find your boss, Leonardo Aves?"

"I ain't talkin', ya mutant Hello Kitty!"

"Come on now, Otto. You know you haven't a chance against me. Remember the last time we fought?"

"Yeah, an' I still got the scars. But I still ain't talkin'!"

Without even thinking, the hulking Otto lifted one arm, and threw a fist at his opponent…only for El Gato Plata to catch it with one hand, and begin to crush it, causing Otto to scream in pain.

"Now will you talk? Or do I have to put your hand in a cast?"

"I'll talk, I'LL TALK! HE'S IN THE OFFICE OVER THERE! JUST PLEASE LET MY HAND GO!!!"

After leaving Otto withering in pain, El Gat Plata dashed over to the small room, and crashed thru one of the windows.

"Kinda over dramatic, don't you think?" asked an unsurprised Leonardo Aves.

"I'm here to put a stop to you, Aves. Too many people have died because of the drugs and weapons you supply."

"Hey, what's business without a little risks?"

"Risks? RISKS?! You talk like they're lives have no meaning!"

"Which they don't."

"You sociopath bastard. I oughta just rip your throat out and watch you die."

"Oh, come now, aren't you in enough trouble already? I mean, first off, you're a vigilante, and the police and DA all want a piece of you. Second, in case you're short on memory, my old man has a hit on you, and all the assassins and mercs out there are looking for you. So if you want a third thing added to your list, I'd suggest you leave."

"Not before I kick your arrogant ass first!"

Leaping at Leo like a wild animal, El Gato Plata made the first move by roundhouse kicking him in the chest. Leo reacted by pulling out a rifle hidden under his desk, and started firing like a maniac. Dodging all the bullets in the blink of an eye, El Gato Plata grabbed the rifle and broke it into.

"You broke my gun!" screamed Leo.

Then El Gato Plata punched his opponent in the face, causing him to fall to the ground.

"And now I broke your face. Buenos Noches, jerk wad."

And as the silver clad vigilante left, and the sound of police sirens filled the air, Leo Aves picked himself up off the floor and thought angrily, "I'll get you for this, you freak. I swear it!"

After spending the night in a prison, Leo was bailed out by his father the following morning. On the way home in the limo, Michelangelo Aves asked his son, "So what exactly happened last night, son?"

"What do you think happened, Dad? That freak, El Gato Plata happened! He totally ruined our deal!"

"So?"

"What do you mean so?! If it weren't for him, we'd be even more loaded than we already are!"

"Well, Leo, all I can say is that next time, prepare for something like that. And if he does ruin another deal, don't come whining to me."

"…Yes, sir."

And so, for the next few weeks, Leo stayed in his room, working on a top secret project, designing a familiar uniform and wings. On the fourth week, he was all finished, and showed off his new suit to his father.

"Leo, what in God's name is this thing?" asked the elder Aves.

"Like it, Dad? I built it just for fighting that Tokyo Mew Mew reject."

"Uh-huh. But what does it do?"

"I'm glad you asked. The gauntlets amplify my strength to superhuman levels, and come equipped with built in lasers, flame throwers, and a bunch of other cool weapons. The wings are retractable, and allow me to fly at mach two velocities, and the helmet's eye grant me night vision and three sixty vision. Neat, huh?"

"…Indeed. So you decided to follow your grandmother and aunt's footsteps huh?"

"Kinda. But I also took your advice, and decided to prepare for the next attack by our foe. Next time he and I face off, he won't be so lucky…"

Present Time

"Yeah, I wish it were that simple", Leo thought as he got out of his uniform. "Even as Blood Lechuza, I couldn't beat him. After five defeats, I just couldn't take anymore ass whooping, and just decided to leave the state. But somehow he found me, and it's happening all over again. But this time, I have back up, and when we fight again, I'll be the winner! Oh, yes…"

But just as he took off his right gauntlet, Leo's cell phone rang. Activating it, Leo put it to his ear, and said "Hello?"

"Hello, Leo. It's me."

"…El Arana. How, may I ask, did you get my phone number."

"I have my ways. So, I hear you're in Miracle City."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I thought I could just ask an old friend to do an assignment for me."

"Ha! You just want me to do your dirty work!"

"Exactly."

"Fine, but I expect something out of this."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"Half a million dollars."

"WHAT?! You greedy little…"

"Temper, temper, El Arana…or I may be compelled to tell people who you really are…"

"All right, it's a deal."

"Now, what do you want me to do for you?"

Hey, everyone, sorry for being so late! I was working on a Tokyo Mew Mew fanfic, and time just slipped away.

Mew Zoey (Ichigo): Yeah, sorry, nya!

ComicGhost: What are you apologizing for?

Mew Zoey: Well, you were working a TMM fanfic…

ComicGhost: Yeah, but you don't have to apologize for that. That was my fault.

Mew Zoey: Okay! By the way, what is Big Wolf on Campus? It sounds like something Renee would like.

ComicGhost: GET OUT!