A/N: Epilogue time! YAY! I want to thank all my reviewers: oceamaka. TOAT, Cynlee, Kyiana Wisperwing, Lunar-ninja, Thalpomene, Aaron Smiley,Vampy, Canadian Pierate Queen, Raven001(anonymous reviewer), Mewfem, Donny's Girl, BubblyShell22, virtual wenrog,Mac (anonymous reviewer), Fk306 animelover, Jessiy Landroz, Chupip (anonymous reviewer)! THANKS SO MUCH!I knowthis chapter isreally short, and kinda nothing to do with the story, but hey, I like it. Read it. Just 'cause I'm paranoid, this chapter is rated'T'.

Epilogue.

Akasha sat on the balcony of her house, watching the sun sink below the buildings of New York City. She was on the swing chair, hugging her knees to her chest. A book lay on the seat beside her.

A slight breeze lifted her hair; she let it caress her face, stirring the sleeves of her shirt en route. She sighed happily, leaning her cheek against her arm, surveying the street below her. A sea of lights winked in and out, the faded sounds of car horns blaring could be heard. All was peaceful…

A pigeon suddenly took flight from its perch above the balcony; the sound made Akasha jump. She flipped off the chair in a fighting crouch, eyes flicking from side to side.

"We've trained ya well," a deep voice chuckled from above. Raphael flipped down onto the balcony beside the girl. She stood up and faced him, hands on her hips.

"You could've told me," she huffed. "Do you always have to sneak up behind me?"

"I'm a ninja, Ash. Tha's what I do." He shrugged, motioning to the swing chair. "May I…?"

"Ooh, very gentlemanly," she sniffed. "Go ahead." She sat herself and moved the book to give him room. He sat.

"So, what's new in the lair?" she asked.

"Oh, Mr. High and Mighty iz jus' bein' a pain in the shell," Raph muttered. "Somethin' abou' not meditatin' enough."

"Meditating is very relaxing," Akasha pointed out fairly. "I do it a lot. It really helps with stress and stuff."

"I'd sooner take tha Shell Cycle for a spin," Raph answered. "Much more relaxing."

"Riiiiight."

"So, anythin' new in school?"

"Uh huh. I got an A on that essay I was writing. And Angel's going on a date with Jason, tomorrow, I think."

"Mikey won't be happy 'bout that," Raph chuckled. "He's got a mondo-sized crush on her."

"Yeah, I overheard him reading poetry to a picture of her in his room," Akasha laughed. "Maybe we shouldn't tell him."

"Nah. I'll love rubbing it in his face!" Raph cackled.

"You're evil," Akasha shook her head in mock sadness. "So, how's Space Case?"

Raphael told her the latest news that she didn't already know, mostly because she was always busy with schoolwork. Since her powers shrinking her grades had improved considerably, to her mothers delight. Klunk, apparently, had caught a cockroach in the bathroom, and Mikey had rewarded the kitten with his favorite cat treats. Raph shuddered when he said this. Leonardo had been training to the point of obsession lately. The sparks were flying more than usual between him and Raph. Donatello and Chris were getting along really well. The wolf-mutant was almost always in the lair nowadays, or with Leatherhead.

Akasha sat back and listened contentedly. She loved hearing news from the lair. Raphael's deep voice was pleasant to listen to. The sun had sunk well past the horizon now, leaving a trail of pink-streaked clouds in its wake. Stars were beginning to appear. Her eyelids drooped, and she leaned against Raph's arm. A yawn escaped her.

"You tired?" the red-banded turtle asked, glancing at her curiously.

"Exhausted," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "I've not got a decent night's sleep in four days."

"P'raps I should go." Raph got up and picked her up. She grabbed the book before it toppled to the floor as he slid the door open and went into her bedroom. He deposited her on her bed and put the book on her bedside table.

"I'll come back tomorrow," he said firmly. Hesitating, he bent down and kissed her carefully on the mouth. She paused, and then kissed him back, hands gripping the back rim of his shell to keep her in the sitting position. One of his hands brushed her hair, the other one braced against her bed to keep him from falling over. Finally he drew back, rather red in the face.

"Uh, well, I'll see you tomorrow," he muttered, backing away. He fled out of the door.

"'Night, Raph!" she called after his retreating shell.

Sleep was soon there. Akasha pulled a blanket over her and closed her eyes. The wind from the slightly ajar door ruffled the pages of Apirl's journal, lying quietly on the bedside table.

A/N: So: Icky? I had trouble writing it, personally. Anyways, here's something I forgot to put in aprevious authers note:

You know that really cool line back in chapter 11? 'I'll kill him. Kill him. Kill him over and over till he's very dead...' well, it's not really mine. I'm not sure who's it is, but whoever came up with it, I give you allthe credit. Hope I didn't offend anyone. It just fit the part so well. Well, see ya later!