Finally! I finished a chapter, it took me a while because I was lazy...

I would like to thank my friend, who goes by the penname of Daedric Athena for being my beta on this chapter, but I'm not going to, she's supposed to do it anyway...
(looks out the window to see a small red dot that looks like it is aiming for the forehead.)
...oh, no...

Renegade Ninja Raphael

Chapter 4-'Little Menace'

The lone human sat in the farthest corner of the turtle's couch, his heterochromatic eyes following the movements of each of the strange creatures that surrounded him. It was to his surprise that he woke up on their couch, after having previously passed out from the incredible chokehold that one of those creatures had put on him. He still couldn't figure out what exactly they were, it seemed to be that they all were turtles, but he had never seen a turtle that huge, or even walk, talk, and act like a normal human. He also wondered why he should be so surprised, after what he had seen and found out about himself and his brothers, he should be the one to talk.

Otherwise than the fact that they looked strange, they have been pretty friendly—so far. He can see the one in the red bandanna shooting him murderous looks from time to time--no not him, his jacket. For some reason, these turtles have some kind of animosity towards the symbol on his jacket, and he couldn't see why, it was simply a badge, a sign that he was part of the police. Surely this world has something like that…or maybe not…

"So," the red one declared, flopping down on the beat up couch right next to him, "what brings you to our happy little world? I'm sure the Shredder didn't send you, because you act like you didn't have a clue as to who that is. But it's weird, you know, I thought you said your name was Raphael, and that can't be right…"

The human glared at him, "It's true, I'm not lying about my name." He informed the turtle through gritted teeth, "What makes you think that?"

The red turtle leaned forward so that they were practically touching nose to beak, "Because that's my name too. And while it may not be the most unique name in the world, what really got to me is that Foot symbol on your jacket. Now, I'm not the brightest turtle on this planet, that honor goes to my brother Donny, I can still put one and one together.' He moved back so he could get a better view of the human before him.

"Heh, so this is what I would look like if I was a human, not bad, I could have gotten worse…"

"What are you doing, talking about yourself? I'm nothing like you. I'm not you." With that declaration, the human Raphael got up to move somewhere else, only to come face to face with the blue masked turtle instead.

"Sit" he commanded, pointing back at the couch, "we still have a lot to ask you…"

Raph sighed angrily, flopping down on the couch much like his namesake had and crossing his arms around his chest. "I already told you, I don't want to talk about it. It's none of your business."

The turtle before him mimicked his actions, crossing his arms about his plastron and sighing in a frustrated manner. "It becomes our business when you start following one of us, both my brother's have informed me that you have been hiding, spying on us."

Raph grew furious at the accusation, "I was not, I just never seen anything like you before-"

"And now you have." Raphael finished for him; "It still doesn't answer what you are doing here."

The human opened his mouth, then closed it again. He thought in silence for a moment before attempting to speak again, "I…really don't know."

The blue turtle sat on the edge of the coffee table, right in front of him, "Then tell us what happened, how you got here."

Raph looked at him sullenly, "You remind me of my brother."

"Does his name happen to be Leonardo?" Raphael asked.

The startled human looked at him with wide, round eyes, "How did you…?"

The red banded turtle shrugged, "We were discussing it while you were out, it was a theory that my brother came up with."

"Does his name happen to be Donatello too?"

Raphael smirked, "I knew that would get us somewhere…now that you are talking how about telling us the rest of the story."

The human blinked, "What story?"

The turtle pointed at the jacket, "About how you got that."

The human sighed once more, "That again, like I said it's no big deal, it's the insignia for the NYPD, a badge, what's so wrong about that?"

This time, it was the blue banded turtle, Leonardo, turn to sigh. "Everything, because to you, it's just a badge, but to us, it's the symbol of our most hated enemy…"

"Enemy?"

Leonardo nodded, then his face turned thoughtful. "Does this mean you are a ninja too?" he asked, anticipating the answer.

"Yes." That caused Leonardo to raise an eye ridge, which caused the human Raph to rush on with, "I've been learning it since I was very young, but the whole police force started learning ninjitsu after guns were banned…"

Now it was Leonardo's turn to question, "Banned?"

The lone human nodded, "Banned, but only in the state of New York though, the idea hadn't spread throughout the rest of the country, it's not very popular. By taking away firearms from the idiots, it stopped the majority of crimes being committed. But it also caused a lot of problems for the police force."

Leonardo cocked his head to the side, "How so, if it stops crimes?"

Raph just shook his head, "I didn't say it stopped it completely, there were still plenty of it going on, even without guns: petty thefts, assaults, abuse, drugs; it's just not as easy as it would have been. The police could have used other weapons to defend themselves, but being not as adept to using it, they fail in apprehending those criminals. They were at a loss as to what to do…"

Leonardo cupped his chin in his hand, "Then how did ninja's get involved?"

Raph his head back on the couch, his eyes wandering, but not really seeing anything, "It started when my master, Hamato Yoshi and his friend Oroku Saki came into the picture. Saki was a mayoral candidate at the time, and he proposed that the police learn the art of ninjitsu and use it when they are on the streets. He told them that it would be tough and strict, but it can be done. After much talk between them, they decided to start training. The only bad thing that came out of it is that the oldest of the officers were forced out in order to make room for the younger, more able recruits. Those who can learn quickly and efficiently stayed, and we, I mean, my brothers, Master Yoshi and I, were hired to help train them all."

Both turtles exchanged looks with each other, both of fascination and skepticism. Then they looked back at their human guest, who was still looking at the ceiling, apparently still lost in thought. A clearing of the throat was enough to grab the human's attention again. He stared at the two creatures, waiting for them to say something. The turtles were waiting for the same thing and they just looked at each other in silence until Raphael, being incredibly impatient, finally broke down and asked, "Well? Aren't you going to tell us?"

The human knitted his eyebrows and squinted his eyes, "What else do you want me to say?"

"Oh, I don't know, like why are you here?" Raphael snapped at his counterpart.

The human sighed, "I don't really know…"

"I think what my brother means is, what happened in your world that brought you here in the first place?" Leonardo asked, trying to smooth things over before Raphael's temper blew up.

He looked at the two turtles in silence before finally saying, "I really don't want to talk about it."

Raphael groaned in frustration before burying his head in his hands, and Leonardo said angrily, "You're being extremely evasive."

The human got up and stretched, being wedged in the corner made him feel really cramped. He then headed in the direction of the elevator saying, "I'm a ninja, I'm supposed to be secretive," before stepping inside, leaving two bewildered turtles behind.

Once the doors closed the human Raph leaned against the wall, heaving a sigh of relief. He still didn't trust those creatures, whether or not they happened to be his and his brother's counterparts. A part of him was still skeptical, but then why was he avoiding the one named Michelangelo…?

"Because he reminds you so much of your own brother?"

Startled, he looked down, only to have his eyes widen when he realized it was that exact same kid that brought him here….

"What took you so long?"

Stockman made a sour face, "A good plan takes time to execute, in order to do it properly-"

Karai waved an impatient hand at him, "Come, the master awaits…"

Turning, she led the way for the other two to follow and together they walked down the length of the dark path in silence, none of them having nothing to say to each other, until they reached their destination. A steel-gray door opened, and they saw a pretty redhead wearing a lab coat rush out of the room. She shut it, only to turn around to see three looming figures approach her. They stopped inches away from her, and Stockman stepped forward to address the woman.

"Miss O'Neil, how is she?"

Miss O' Neil looked back at the door she just came out of, biting her lower lip in fear, "She is, um, healthy, I guess. Everything is normal, for the most part…"

Stockman nodded his head in satisfaction, "Good, then can we see her? We have some good news."

"Oh, yeah, um, sure. She's just having a tea party with her dolls…"

Stockman nodded solemnly as the three of them went inside the room, leaving the scientist's assistant to heave a heavy sigh of relief.

The room was the stereotypical little girl's dream: All pink with lace decorations on the bed and pillows, dolls and stuffed animals everywhere, flower motifs where it can be seen, and of course, the quintessential tea set, of which a little Japanese girl was playing with right now. She had arranged a couple of her dolls around a small wooden table, and upon eyeing one of them, decided it needed to have its hair brushed. She took a brush from her little vanity and started to brush it when the sound of someone clearing his throat made her look up.

Almond-shaped eyes looked into Stockman's round ones, but unlike other children, there was no joy or innocence in the depths of those dark pools. It gave one a feeling of coldness and bitterness, quite like an adult who had gone off the deep end of sanity and never came back. It made most people very nervous, and Stockman had to force himself to look into those expressionless voids as he started to speak to her.

"The plan has gone on as you had ordered, sir…I mean, lady…"

The little girl had gone back to brushing her doll's hair, "It doesn't matter how you address me, Stockman, I am still your master, and you are my subordinate." She informed him quietly.

Stockman gulped, "Y-yes, my lady…"

The girl stopped brushing to look right into the scientist's eyes, again, "Did the brother go with him?"

Stockman bowed down, "Y-yes, mistress."

She resumed brushing again, this time harder, "Good, now all we have to do is wait for them to come back." she said, pleasure creeping into her voice.

"When will we finally get to destroy those kids?" Stockman blurted out, then flinching when he realized that he had broken a serious rule: never question your superiors.

The girl just looked at his nervous face with an amused expression; "You've always been an impatient one, Dr. Stockman, and that is one of your biggest flaws. Relax, all good things shall come in good time. Right now, my only concern is this tangle that has gotten in my doll's hair, I just can't seem to get it out." As she was saying this, she was brushing harder and harder, until…

POP!

The doll's head became detached from its body, the head dangling from the bristles.

"That's better."

The girl pulled the head from the brush, and threw it in the trashcan beside her bed. She then took the headless toy and placed it back in its chair.

"No more tangles now, Mary-chan." She told it, before turning back to address the three adults still in her room. She looked at them sternly before barking out, "Leave, I'd like to conduct my tea party in peace."

Karai, who had been silent and stoic the whole time, bowed deeply before saying "Yes, my lady, call us if you need anything." Then left, again with Hun and Stockman close behind.

A/N: When I'm talking about heterochromatic eyes, I'mactually refering toa genetic condition called heterochromia iridium, where the eyes have two different colored irises. It's normally found in dogs and cats, but rarely inhumans