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Raphael watched them from his perch above. He studied the scene below him, diligently. However, unknown by him, someone else, hidden in the shadows, happened to be watching also.

"Night Jackers," Bliss cooed.

"N-night m-mom," Jack yawned. It was barely five minutes before he fell asleep.

Bliss sighed. The trip to the junk yard really took a lot out of him. However, she had to smile. They now had some hats and gloves to keep warm and not to mention, a job opportunity.

Bliss stretched out on her makeshift bed. The moonlight fell down in curtains onto her face. Her bright blue eyes peered aimlessly around, filled with wonder in her muse. On their way home from the junk yard, she stopped at a newspaper office to drop off an application. She supposed that there was a good chance that she would not get the job, but maybe there was a chance that she could.

Bliss's head was swirling with many thoughts that were jumbling together as she fell into a fretful slumber. There were thoughts of the professor's words of kindness, thoughts of turning in the application, thoughts of giving Jack a better life, but some how some unwanted thoughts also submerged. They were thoughts of Jack's father, very unwanted thoughts.

Bliss dreamed of a time long ago. She dreamed of a time where she had a roof above her head, where she had a job and someone to provide for her, where she was just pregnant with Jack.

"What?" He screamed at her. His gray eyes were ablaze with merciless fury. A large tattoo of a dragon was upon his arm. "How dare you! It's as if I don't already have enough to do. Yet however, you seem to have a fantasy that I could just support you, myself, and another hungry little brat!" The man paused and shook with his furry. "Dang it! How could you do this?"

The teen that he was yelling at looked up; her blue eyes were filled with an entirely different anger, a justified one. "Oh, so it wouldn't happen to be your fault at all? You being the father?"

"Bliss," the man said warningly. "Don't you dare talk to me like that."

"No, this baby is not a problem therefore he's nobody's fault." Bliss looked away. She felt betrayed that he felt like this. "I thought you would understand that."

"Understand?Understand? Why on earth?"

Bliss closed her eyes and shook her head. "It's like you're just as immature as you always been."

Bliss concentrated on a floorboard. Why did he always do this? Every time he seemed to get better, there he was throwing it all away again, right at her. Every time he seemed to love her back, he shredded his love before her eyes, sending her already wounded heart away in slivers. He never understood her and sometimes he could be down right abusive to her. Furthermore, now she would have a baby and if he would not help her take care of him, she would be better off leaving.

"I am practical. I can't support a baby!" The man, her love, thundered. He looked at Bliss as though he did not recognize her.

Bliss looked up at the man. Her eyes were pits of smoldering pits of fire, deadly, lethal, and annoyed. What a lie. "Yeah, you could support him, but you won't because it's not in your perfect little picture! Will you stop lying to me? Stop giving me stupid excuses because I'm sure we're both afraid!"

Never expecting what would come next, she was startled to feel a stinging pain flame up across her face. He slapped her. That was the final straw.

As she left that night, she knew that it would not be the last time she saw him. She would see him every March on the fourth to be more specific. March fourth was the night on which she left..

Raphael slipped down and kneeled next to her slumberous form. He gently whispered to her, making his rough Brooklyn accent soothing. Bliss stayed sleeping; fortunately, her dreaming took on a more sympathetic trend.

Each time her old love visited her, he pleaded her to come back with him. He told her how even more pretty she grew with each time he saw her. He always wished to see Jack. As he said, he was just curious. However, for Jack's own safety, she refused. He would always comment on how she didn't deserve to be living under so many less then desirable conditions. He would always grow angry at her stubbornness. The visit would always result in more colors than there were before.

She never left with him because he was what he was, her old love. She no longer loved him. She no longer looked at him as though he could do no wrong. They came in a package, Jack and her. It was too bad that he only really wanted her because there was only a two for one deal going on here.

Raph stood up; he decided to head back home. He silently stretched and compassionately looked at that face he knew very well. After a whispered goodnight, he started towards the lair. However, it was when he reached the sewers that he noticed something was following him.

Raphael swung around to face the shadowed silhouette. His sai glinted at his sides. Raph raised his sai and got ready to charge.

"Raph"

Raph stopped dead in his tracks, and he emitted a low growl. What luck. "Leo, what are ya' doin', here? Ya' followin' me now?"

Leo stepped out of the shadows into the light. He wore a grim expression. His eyes narrowed on Raph's in a fierce look of misunderstood betrayal. Leo did not fully understand what he had just witnessed. However, would that stop Leo from passing silent judgment?

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