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Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT, they belong to mirage, and I don't own Destiny because she belongs to Madame-Cazone, but I do own my OCs, and if you wish to borrow any of them, just let me know

A Message in Music: Chapter 7

And that was when a dark green blur broke through the human blockade with a cry.

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Loud grunts echoed softly off white walls as the fight began, the first Foot Soldier falling backwards, unconscious after a square punch in the jaw by a green fist. Three more fell after the first. Angel watched warily as the red-banded turtle turned his gaze to the young woman who returned it.

The three other turtles entered at the exact moment the dark green turtle lunged at the woman, starting a brawl, questions running through the other's eyes.

Leo glanced at Angel, his swords out, a blank expression on his face as she turned her gaze to him. He read her eyes carefully and quickly before turning to block an attack by one of the few Foot Soldiers that Raphael had left standing. In a few swift movements, he took down his aggressor, taking the time to glance at each of his brothers.

Don and Mikey were shell-to-shell, taking down the last of the few conscious Foot soldiers. Raph was nowhere in sight, and neither was Destiny.


Raphael had no idea why Destiny led him out of the apartment, or why he chose to follow. Maybe it was that small crush on her screaming to reach out and pull her close, asking questions of her betrayal, or it was just that he loved her so much.

They tossed and blocked punches and kicks. Raph was getting impatient with this even fight.

In three swift movements he had Destiny pinned on the roof, teeth bared with a snarl on his features. She panted from beneath him, expression blank.

"Why?" he demanded.

She stared up at him, "Now's not the right time." Raphael's eyes narrowed.


"Jessie," Angel was sitting on the couch, her hand waving in her friend's face, eyes worried. Several moments had passed since Leo, Don, and Mike had taken down the last of the Foot Soldiers.

"Angel," her hand stopped in mid movement, her eyes turning towards Leo as he stood by the easy chair that Jordan was still laying unconscious, arms crossed over his chest plates, "what happened?"

Angel turned from her friend, sitting in a slightly alert posture, "They came for me. Destiny was leading the attack." She watched in caution when Leo's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing.

Ever since her betrayal, he had not been her biggest fan.

A nervous expression crossed her features, and she adjusted herself in her seat, "Leo?"

Jessie was still dazed about the sudden invasion, but now along with the shock that overwhelmed her, terror became part of the mix.

Don glanced at Mikey, who was looking at Angel as she tried to snap Leo out of his 'I hate Des' funk. He turned his gaze from his brother to the tense young woman sitting on the couch, and all he could hear in his mind was his pounding heart. He could tell she was afraid, and it hurt him slightly.

Something tugged at him, telling him to go over to her, calm her down and try to help.

Feeling his legs quiver, he took one-step towards her, then another, then another until the only thing that separated him from her was the coffee table. Her gaze was on him directly, watching him, unconsciously shrinking back in the couch. Feeling slightly pained, he took a few steps back.

He watched her relax, slightly, after a few long moments, no longer shrunken back in the couch.

In a quick blur, Mikey was sitting next to her on the couch, his goofy grin plastered on his features. A sense of dread over came Don when Mikey suddenly blurted, "Hi!"

Memories of April suddenly entered the minds of the blue and purpled masked turtles as the girl's soft brown eyes widened and she turned her frightened gaze towards Mikey's goofy grin in a flash. She screamed.

Don cringed slightly, watching as she tried her best to move as far away from the orange-banded turtle as possible.

Angel quickly took action, getting up and sitting in the space Jessie had made, placing a barrier between Jessie and Michelangelo. She sent him a warning look, which caused Mikey to shrink back slightly.

Leo suddenly blinked, glancing around. During his time of his angering thoughts of Destiny, he failed to notice that Raphael had left the apartment fighting her.

Crap.

He mentally punched himself, "Guys, I think Raph's in trouble."


Angry tears stung his eyes. It was going back and forth and it was pissing him off, "Tell me!" He ground his teeth when she would not answer, memories of the night she betrayed them entering his mind hard and fast.

He struggled hard in the grip of the Foot Elite, as they held him back, eyes staring as Destiny stood in a fighting stance, her naturally curled brunette locks flowing gently in the breeze. A few strands of hair got into her face, dancing in front of hard blue eyes.

The dark chuckles of the Shredder were ringing in his head, his deadly gauntly shimmering in the soft glow of moon light, thirsting for the chance to pierce flesh.

"Let him go!" her voice held a hard, cold tone as she hissed these three small words to the leader of the Foot Clan. Then, the sudden silence.

Destiny wasn't an ordinary human by far, actually she wasn't even close to be human, though she had the appearance of one. She had powers that were completely mysterious, and the tale of her origin was not something she would wish to share.

One of her powers was the power of telepathic communication through thoughts, and the powers over the mind. If she wished too, she could easily wipe the memory of her enemy. She used it more as communication, rather using her other power over to the mind.

As the silence continued, he could tell they were communicating through thoughts, and it caused him to struggle more in the Foot Elites' grasp. Her expression was worried and her eyes kept on glancing between him on the Shedder until a sudden pain crossed them.

The defensive posture suddenly slackened, and she suddenly stood up tall, a small cold whisper escaping her lips, "I'll go with you."

And then his world was dark.

He glared down at her for a few moments, before realizing he couldn't get to her. He slouched, before murmuring, "Destiny, please, come back to me."

He sounded so pathetic to himself.

She smiled sadly, shaking her head negatively. He blinked, when her hand suddenly reached up, cupping his cheek and she leaned her head up, her lips slightly parted.

His eyes widened when he felt her kiss him, and it was always as he had imagined it would be, but it was quick.

"Check your blood," she whispered softly.

Raph let out a grunt when her legs sudden folded up, her knees pushing against his plastron pushing him off her.

He only watched when she quickly got up, running to the edge of the roof and leaped off.

After several seconds of sitting there, he reached up, touching his mouth, eyes staring blankly where she disappeared before standing up, putting on his tough guy out look.

"Raph," he quickly turned his gaze towards Leo, narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah, Leo?"

Leo blinked, glancing around. He would have sworn Raph and Destiny would be at each other's throats. He thought for a few moments, thinking about something to say that didn't involve Destiny.

Too bad, he couldn't come up with anything.

"What the shell were you thinking Raph!?" Leo stayed in leader mode when Raph's muscles tense, and his eyes narrowed.

"She ain't a lost cause Leo," Raph growled, causing Leo to cross his arms over his chest plates, sending him a frown, "she said somethin' that will prove that she betrayed under different reasons then we think."

"Raph, you don't get it do you! She left you out on the roof to die that night, she could have projected all those memories in your head for all you know so it may seem like the Shredder wanted her that badly!" Leo found himself arguing, "What the shell would she say to prove that wrong?"

"Check your blood," Raph kept the glare on his features, while Leo kept his.

They would forever debate this until something caused it to end.


Don was hesitating as he stood a short distance away from Angel's friend, while Angel was inflicting her wrath upon Michelangelo. For a few moments, he turned his gaze towards the easy chair where the third girl still laid unconscious.

There would be a problem when she woke up.

However, he had to face the predicament Mikey had caused.

Swallowing hard, he built up the courage to kneel next to the arm she was closest to, watching as she drew in deep breathes, eyes scrunched shut, and her hands on her ears. Nervously, he reached out, touching her shoulder.

He could feel the muscles in her shoulder bunch up, a soft whimper escaping her throat. This would have discouraged him to continue, but he found himself rubbing small circles on her shoulder.

Staring at her, he watched as she began to loosen up some, before one of her eyes cracked open, eyeing him nervously.

Something inside him snapped, causing the feeling of pain to overwhelm him by seeing her so afraid of what they were. He paused in mid-movement, his hand gripping her shoulder gently, and he suddenly whispered, "Don't be afraid."

His heartbeat started echoing in his head, slightly nervous by the words he just whispered.

Both of her eyes were open, and she suddenly looked at him. He winced slightly when she drew in a deep breath, as if she was going to let out a shriek.

He sighed in relief when she exhaled loudly.

"Don," he quickly turned, seeing that Leo had returned from finding Raph, a slightly angered look on his features, along with the look of deep thought

How can he be so fast about this stuff?

After a short time of debating with his mind, Leo stated, "I want you and Mikey to get Angel and…" he motioned to Jessie, "her… blindfolded in some way."

"What about Jordan?" Angel suddenly asked.

"She might be out for a while," Don suddenly stated. Leo nodded, staring at Don for a few brief moments before turning to the easy chair and crouched slightly, eyeing her for several seconds. He carefully removed her glasses from her face and slipped them into his belt.

"How well can she see without her glasses?" Leo shot this question to Angel.

"She's nearly blind without them."

He nodded, before standing up, and carefully lifting her from the chair holding her bridle style.

Angel became slightly edgy, glancing at Jessie. She knew she had to explain to Jessie what was going on, and hoped the normally fiery-tongued girl would get back to normal as soon as possible.

She was relieved that Don had calmed her friend down a bit after the entire Mike incident, and was hoping that this was a sign of any possible friendship (or anything more) between the two.

Angel perked up a bit, glancing around noticing Mikey was digging in the drawers of the china cabinet. He pulled out a cream-colored napkin, staring at it. She rolled her eyes, before standing up, walking in the direction of Jessie's room, quickly entering, and grabbing hold of two multicolored bandanas and walking out, tossing one at him (which was caught by his face) and scurried to Don, handing him the second.

She kneeled in front of Jess, whispering, "Don't freak out when he blindfolds you, okay?"

She couldn't help but grin slightly when Jessie sent her a slight glare. This was a joy, seeing that parts of Jessie's personality were still intact after this whole event, not that some of her personality should disappear (mainly the parts that got her into trouble).

After walking back to Mike, Angel allowed the orange-banded turtle to blindfold her and scoop her up quickly, while Don nervously blindfolded Jessie, and carefully picked her up bridal style, and soon the small group were no longer in the apartment.

Raph had been standing impatiently after the whole little argument with Leo, and couldn't help but be angry with Leo when the fearless leader appeared on the roof with the unconscious girl in his arms. He glared at his brother slightly as Mikey and Don arrived on the roof with their precious cargo.

In four graceful leaps, the four mutants and guests were traveling in the direction of the underground home.

A sudden thought entered the minds of the four turtles.

How would their father react to their actions?


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Another chapter down… and there are… I don't know how many to go!

Thanks again to Madame-Cazone for all her help, and the use of her OC Destiny! And yes Raph lovers, there is a pinch of RaphDes in here!