Does He Weep with Me?

by caylender

On the way home, a turtle stops to observe one's everyday life that not everyone is subjected to. Soon he frequently stops to see her, over and over, just to see her face and comfort her, but someone else seems to be watching...Epilogue is up!

3. Nightly Visitor

All righty, now here is chapter three. 8) It's another shorter chapter, but I personally like this one.

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own any turtles. sniff Leo! sniff Well, you know what they say. Hmm, you don't know what they say? One always longs for what they do not already have.

Enjoy.

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The ninja crept down into the alley he knew so well. He smiled at the mother, lying upon the ground. She breathed deeply and rhythmically; she was asleep. There and then, he made a silent vow to watch this girl until she was out of the streets. He made a silent vow to protect her until she was better off.

The ninja watched her sleep; he hoped she was having a good sweet dream. Her delicate features seemed to grow even more beautiful each second as he watched the mother. Her hair seemed to be well kept; the dirt on her face seemed to disappear until all he could see was fair smooth skin. He could imagine her out of this alley, sleeping upon a silk bedspread in a nice, well kept home. He could not help it. Reaching his three-fingered hand out, he gently stroked her cheek.

Suddenly the teen's eyes shot open. "Who's there?" She tentatively stood up. The girl tilted her head ever so slightly to peer at the alley wall closer. She could only make out some red but the rest was dark. Her blue eyes widened with wonder. "Who are you?"

The shadowed red spot disappeared. She could now make out nothing by the wall. Her eyes searched franticly, but they heeded no avail. Backing up slightly so she stood next to a sleeping form of Jack, she still saw nothing. "Where did you leave to?"

Then a metal clank alerted her to the dumpster at the back of the alley. Now sitting upon the old dumpster was a frayed red blanket. She cautiously stepped over to it and picked the blanket up. Upon closer examination, she noticed it had some stitched, faded, lettering at the corner. 'Raphie'

Who is this 'Raphie'? She thought, but seeing no answer, she gently walked back to Jack. The night's visitor, this 'Raphie', was nowhere to be seen.

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