Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.

DigitalMan and K2 are © My close friend.

Everything else is copyrighted to their correct owner.

Universe: Misfit-Verse

The Better Ninja

That evening, after Perfection had returned, the Misfits invited the turtles and the X-Men back to the Pit for a barbeque. The X-Men politely declined of course, but the turtles saw no problem with a good grilled meal and they soon found themselves in an army base.

"So this is yous guys digs?" Raph commented as he looked around the bunker that they had arrived in, "Don't look like much." Then the doors opened and Raphael's jaw dropped.

"Of course, he has been wrong in the past." Donny said as he patted his brother's shell.

"Nice place." Mikey laughed as he walked out.

"Yeah, we like to think so." Todd hopped beside the free spirited turtle. "You guys are ninja's right?"

"Well, we're still in training, but yes we live the path of the ninja." Leonardo stated.

"Cool, Al and I are training to be ninja's too!" Todd stuck his thumb up.

"Really, you have a ninja master here?" Leonardo was slightly surprised.

"Yup, the Blind Master and Storm Shadow, they've been teaching my sisters and I since we were little." Althea smiled.

"Interesting." Splinter rubbed his chin, "May we meet them?"

"Sure, no problem." Althea smiled to the elder rat. "In fact if I know Blind Master he's already at the barbeque." Althea surmised.

Sure enough when the Misfits lead the turtles through the maze of bunkers and buildings they found Blind Master sitting at a table with Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow.

"Hey Blind Master!" Todd yelled to his sensei. "We got guests that want to meet you and Storm Shadow."

Blind Master turned to face his student, got up and walked towards the group. "Hello, I am Blind Master, and who are our guests?"

"I am called Splinter." Splinter bowed before the fellow master.

"I sensed a fellow master in the arts; I guess that would be you I take it?" Blind Master returned the bow.

"You know these people sure don't seem freaked out by us." Donny whispered to Leonardo.

"Well young man I am not called the Blind Master for nothing." Blind Master held up his cane. "If you can't tell, I'm blind."

"Wow that is so cool." Mikey laughed.

"Mm, I take it these four are your students?" Blind Master asked Splinter.

"Indeed they are, as well as my sons." Splinter said their names and they bowed and introduced themselves and then they were all guided to a large table.

Raphael leaned in to whisper to Lance, "How did he know there were four of us?"

"It's a ninja thing as far as I can tell." Lance responded, then he realized something, "Hey, they haven't met Xi yet."

"Oh yeah, or Stanley!" Todd snickered.

"Who?" Leonardo asked as he sat at the table.

"Xi and Stanley, they're cool but they're probably the weirdest looking guys here." Pietro laughed, "And that includes comparison to you guys."

"Feel free to hurt my brother." Wanda smiled at Raphael, "We all do it anyway."

"Hey!" Pietro squealed right before Raph sucker punched him in the face.

"Raphael!" Splinter admonished.

"What? She said I could!"

"Ten flips, now!" Splinter scolded his son.

"Man…" Raphael groaned as he found a good spot to do his flips.

"An interesting form of punishment." Blind Master smirked, "I might start instituting it." He smiled even more when the Misfits gave a collective groan.

Soon the entire base had found its way to the tables, including Xi and Stanley whom the turtles found very interesting. Especially once they learned how Xi was made.

"No offense lizard-man, but that sucks." Raph commented on how Xi was made.

"My origins do not bother me because I have found my family and they are all I truly need." Xi's voice was very soothed.

"Nothing truer has ever been spoken." Leonardo bowed his head to Xi.

"Thank you." Xi bowed his head in return.

"What about me?" Stanley asked, his face was still stuck in its Mask form. "Or Larry we have it rough too."

"Larry?" Leonardo asked, "I don't think we met him."

"Larry's not in the Misfits just yet." Duke explained, "His own father experimented on him and used him as weapon to hunt mutants; he has a lot of recovering to do."

"That's horrible." Splinter was shocked. "To experiment on ones son, what kind of monster would do such a thing?"

"Trask." The faces of all the mutants went stone cold with anger.

"It's a soft spot." Perfection said as he and the other Scions walked into the barbeque, "But needless to say he isn't on anyone's Christmas card list."

"I would hope not." Leonardo blinked in shock, "So what's your story Stanley?"

"Some bully plowed a magickal Mask into my face and fused its powers into my body." Stanley sighed, "And until I can get a hold of my powers I'm only an official member of the group because my father is a senator and my mother won't let him disown me."

"Who would want to disown their own child?" Splinter shook his head as he noticed several heads hang.

Perfection sat right next to Splinter, "Yeah; Lina's parents completely disowned her, but her older brother's looking out for her, Lance has been through the foster system enough times to make my head spin, Althea's mom ran of with some mer-dude to Atlantis, Todd was experimented on as a kid and the saddest story of all; my crimson goddess was tossed in the nut house by her very own father."

"Thanks for the reminder." Lance grumbled.

"Yeah really." Althea glared at him.

"I'm going to kill you…" Wanda growled as she hexed Perfection off into the horizon.

"Was that really necessary?" Splinter asked in confusion.

"More than likely not." Todd smiled, "But it's how we show we care."

"Yeah, they're crazy." Perfection appeared behind Wanda with a box of chocolates and other sweets as well as a sign that read; "I'm so sorry I'm an idiot male."

"Which is why he fits in so well, I guess." Wanda took a box of chocolates. "You're forgiven."

"YAY!" Perfection floated in the air for a few seconds.

Then everyone started to eat and Freddy for once did not eat most of the food, which is how the Misfits found out that Mikey had a deceptive look to him. Of course after the meal it was still slightly shocking to Freddy to have not eaten the most.

"I don't get it." Freddy said, "He's so small compared to me."

"Wise man say; he who judges by looks is bound to loose." Mikey cracked. "He also says not to pay full price for late pizza."

"Mikey, do me a favor; be quite, okay?" Raph snapped at his brother.

"Hey, I just thought of something." Todd said as the groups of Misfits and turtles passed the dojo. "Why don't we see who's sensei is the better fighter?"

"Does it really matter whose sensei is a better fighter?" Leonardo asked, "Besides, I got the feeling your Blind Master would be no match for Master Splinter."

"Oh he would so go down." Todd said, "No offense, Splinter."

"None taken, students often boast of their own master's abilities." Splinter said.

"That is true." Blind Master said as he caught up with the group, "Still it has been a while since I have had a truly good sparing match and I was wondering if you might care for a quick match."

"Hey, that'd be great!" Donny cheered, "It'd not only expose us to another style, but it's guaranteed to be no sweat for our Sensei."

"Yeah, no contest dudes." Mikey boasted.

"I dunno, they look pretty evenly matched." Raphael sighed, "But I'm always up watch a good fight.

"Oh please." Lance scoffed, "Blind Master will win and you know it."

"Yeah!" Pietro said as he looked up from his camera. "Win what?"

"No, I think Raph's right." Althea said, "After all they're both masters."

Then the students all started to yell and argue about whose sensei was the better one.

"Enough!" Splinter and Blind Master separated the students with their canes.

"We will decide if we are to face each other." Splinter scolded his sons. "Not you."

"I apologize, Master Splinter." Leonardo bowed.

"Yeah, sorry Master Splinter." Mikey bowed and blushed slightly.

Donny just bowed in shame.

"And if we choose to have a sparing match." Blind Master chided the Misfits, "There will be no betting."

"Betting?" Splinter arched an eyebrow.

"Yes, betting." Blind Master sighed, "So, shall we enlighten our students as to how a true sparring match should go?"

Splinter smiled and nodded his head.

Soon the two masters where in the center of the dojo. The two opponents faced each other and bowed. Blind Master stood as did Master Splinter, the two expert ninja's were mentally sizing each other up and after a few long seconds they launched themselves at each other each launching a flurry of blows and kicks, and each blow and kick was blocked expertly. Then he masters each backed off and circled each others.

"Wow that was so cool." Mikey gasped.

"You took the words right out of my mouth." Lance blinked in awe.

The masters then charged each other a second time, this time they used only kicks to attack and block each other. Then Blind Master surprised Splinter with a quick strike to the shoulder blade, but Splinter was able to recover and deliver his won blow the Blind Master's leg. Blind Master immediately back off as soon as he registered the blow.

"You use a lost style to this world." Blind Master said.

"In my world my Master belonged to the legendary Foot Clan." Splinter said as he remained in his fighting stance.

"The lost Foot style? Amazing." Blind Master was impressed.

"It is not lost." Splinter explained. "It lives within me and my sons, as well as our enemy…"

Meanwhile in New York, a new COBRA hideout was welcoming a new guest; a feared and powerful Ninja Assassin master. A man whose name made the blood of the turtles run ice cold.

"COBRA Commander, I am proud to introduce our new head assassin and ninja…" Destro pointed to the shadows where a man walked out. His costume was adorned with spikes and blades, and his face was covered by a metal plate and his eyes held the look of complete hatred. The man was a fierce warrior and easily impressed those in the room. "I give you Oroku Saki."

"Interesting, but tell me Mr. Saki, what makes you think you're good enough to join the ranks of COBRA?" The Commander asked as he leaned forward and clasped his hands together in a formal manner.

Oroku Saki simply took a battle stance and spoke. "Have your best men come at me."

"Ok." The Commander pointed to Tamox and Xamot who quickly charged the ninja master and were just as quickly knocked, gasping for breath,to the ground with a single blow each. "HELLO! WE HAVE A WINNER!" The Commander was definitely happy, "So tell me; what would you like the name on your office to read?"

"I will not need an office, just a dojo." Oroku Saki turned, "As for my name, I am The Shredder; Oroku Saki was a weak man."

"Well, if you don't want an office, what do you want?" The Commander smelled a rat.

"Revenge." The Shredder turned to the Commander. "If what Destro says is true, our enemies have more than likely met and joined forces, so it is only acceptable that we do the same and remove them from this world, but before that can happen I need a dojo to train my ninja students."

"Done!" The Commanded said with childlike glee, "You can have the old one Storm Shadow used and feel free to decorate it as you see fit." The Shredder then walked out.

"I'm not sure I trust him." Destro said with his usual dour look.

"Destro, you don't trust anyone, which is why I like you, but I also like him." The Commander was still happy.

"May I ask why?" Destro looked confused.

"Revenge is an excellent motivator." The Commander gave his usual cackle and laugh. "We have an entire NINJA CLAN at our disposal, once more! The JOES WILL FALL NOW!"

"You realize, that nothing good ever happens twice in a row for us, don't you?" Baroness whispered to Destro.

"I know, but you try explaining that to him?" Destro sighed, he needed an asprin.