Concealed

Chpt. 9

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Raph's eyes cracked open, a faint groan escaping him. He had no memory of how he had gotten to where he laid, it appeared he was in a small abandoned apartment, he was on a tattered old mattress. A robot was slumped against a part of the wall and Leonardo's faint image was illuminated by the moon's light, his sword pressed against his shoulder. Faint splashes of blood lined his face, but he seemed calm and not in the slightest way in pain. He was pressed against the window. Silently Raph pushed himself from the bed, quiet creaks coming from his aching joints.

"Awake are we?" he nearly jumped out of his skin.

The boy's dark eyes stared at him in the dim room, he growled glaring at him.

"What are you doing?" he snapped to the boy who shook his head.

"What am I doing? What were you doing? Not like I needed your help but I was kinda attacked by the military!" his voice was kept low looking toward the robot to make certain it didn't stir.

"What did you do?" Raph snarled leaning in close to him so there faces about hit, the boy staring back. Finally sighing telling him the story of what happened in the bar and retelling the story of the fugitoid.

Raph snarled slumping back against the wall, this boy was nuts! Not only was he apart of the foot but he was insane! Out of his mind, lost his marbles, one banana short of a bunch! His mind could go on, but for the author's connivance he stopped. His head rested against the wall eyes gleaming over the boy, his grip tightened on his sword.

"What is your name?" his question took Raph by surprise, his eyes narrowed to the boy wondering what his game was.

"Excuse me?" he hissed thinking the boy had gone deeper into madness.

"Your name," he stated calmly,"A title given to you at birth that people call you by. I can't continue to call you 'baboon', I need to know what to put on your grave when we return to earth..."

Raph honestly didn't have an opinion on the boy in front of him, he was silent a good majority of their time together and instantly took hold of the leadership slot, and he was very talented with the blade. Other then that he didn't have anything else for the boy to go on.

"Raphael," he said simply staring at the boy who smirked.

"Another thing we have in common," he said his fingers glazing over his necklace,"My sister named me after Leonardo Da Vinci. But why were you named after Raphael? Surely no one thought you of all things could be great..."

Raph snarled not wanting to bring it up, but it hyphened his curiosity to what other thing they could possibly have in common. They shared absolutely nothing else in common besides they were named after Renaissance artists, but even that could be controversial. His father named him Raphael because he was a fan, while his sister had named him hoping he would be great. Maybe it was because they were both fighters?

No, we share different styles. I rely on strength where he relys on speed. He has a blade I have the sai. Mine's nature could be changed to simply unarm an opponent, where his would always be to kill. his mind pondered watching from the corner of his eye as the boy ran a cloth over his blade.

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"Leonardo, do you really think it wise to go out now?" Huneycut questioned frantically watching the boy stretching before him. The boy shrugged.

"Like said previosly profesor, I'm already in deep, it's not going to hurt my chances if I ran into their military base killing every one in sight," he stated both the turtle and machine staring at him like he was a mad man.

"So what are we doing?" Raph demanded eyes glaring to him, hating it that he was willing to follow this lunatic, even if his reason was he wanted to get home and this lunatic was the only one around who could figure out how.

The boy smiled sliding his blade back in the sheath, eyes sparkling with excitement about something Raph didn't want to know.

"Why Raphael, I thought a moron as your self could figure out such an obvious action," Raph snarled and making the boy laugh reconsidering his words,"You are right, you don't know the obvious course of action. Find your bearings. Where does your advantage rise from? What is your enemy? What are their advantages? Their weaknesses? To find that you must know your battle field in this case, if they are working fast enough it will be these streets. I need to know the place like the back of my hand by the time their first strike occurs. If you don't know your bearings you will be surrounded and taken by force without given a chance to fight back. Don't you know any thing?"

Before pushing the door open, Leonardo placed his ear against it the door, then his eyes hit his companions with a soft nod walking out the door.

"Is he in the military or something?" Huneycutt questioned looking at Raph who shrugged.

"Beats me, the only thing I can tell you clearly about him is he's at a new standard of crazy, the weird organized kind of insanity."

"You don't even know your own comrade?" Huneycutt seemed surprised, strange since he, like himself, had started following this boy because there wasn't many options.

"You seem surprised that someone as sane as me would want to hang around this bipolar child," he stated hurrying up as he noticed the boy was leaving them behind.

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General Blanque didn't know whether to feel amused or angered or even a tad bit humiliated as he watched the boy no older then fifteen slice through his men, turning trained professionals and their advanced technology into mince meat. He couldn't be a mortal, he was like a creature spat from hell he had never seen such speed and his reflexes were perfect.

"Sergent," he said to a man behind him who raised his head from the computer he was typing in,"Once the boy is found, I want you to bring him to me. If you must sub stain him, minor injuries, I don't really give a shit what you do to his turtle friend, but I want the boy alive and unharmed."

"Of course sir," he said bowing his head,"But what of the fugitoid? You still wish for him unharmed as well?"

"I want his mind unharmed, but other then that this boy has caught my interest ten fold of what that hunk of tin has," his mind was reeling with the endless possibilities,"Sergent, have you ever seen any one man take down an entire triceriton army?"

"I don't think it is possible sir," he replied wondering where his comander's sanity had escaped to.

"Well you will if my suspicions are right about this boy and if they aren't let's just call it getting even for embarrassing my army," he stated the Sergent nodding watching the video begin to real once more, pausing it at the boy's blood painted face.

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"Oh," Leonardo whispered instantly pulling his hair from the pony tail it was in, eyes glancing about the alley way they stood pushing his hair in his face. His hands clinched the paper tightly, Huneycutt and Raph exchanging uneasy looks to the boy's unease.

"What is it, Leonardo?" Huneycutt asked getting no response from the boy who shook his head quickly in disbelief.

"We have to stay low and not bring upon too much attention to our selves, I suggest we go to the docks and leave as soon possible," he said hastily staring more intently at the piece of paper,"We may never return to earth if we are caught around here much longer."

The paper fluttered to the ground, a snarl slowly pushing out of Raph's mouth to the picture of Leonardo's face upon the sheet, the word's Unknown enemy to the government painted under it and the real eye catcher one billion rupols drawn out bellow that.

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I am complete with the this chapter! Take that nonbelievers (my brother mainly)! But yeah there you go, it's short, but better then nothing and I really hope its good (or makes sense), I was in a rush when I wrote it...