I'm sorry for such a long time in between updates. Contrary to popular and current beliefs, Geisha are not glorified prostitutes. Wikipedia has a pretty good explanation of what they are and what their duties are. It's a good read if you want to check it out.

Raphael followed Hun throughout the compound, making mental notes of where everything was. His trip to the weapons master went well without any problems. He chose two new sai, larger than his first pair, a butterfly sword, and a long sword. He was offered a new mask and belt and appropriately chose the color black. He continued walking silently behind the large human until he came to a stop at the end of the hallway.

Hun turned, smiling at the turtle, certain he wouldn't agree to this. Hun was positive this was all a ruse that Raphael was playing them all for fools, and this was going to prove it. "Now," he said as he opened the door for his former enemy. "There's just one more thing we need to take of." His lips curled into a sneer.

Not being intimidated at all, Raphael just folded his arms and played along. "Alright," he said, leaning against the wall. "What?"

"If you're going to join us," Hun answered, pushing the door open fully so Raphael could see inside. "You're going to have to wear our mark."

Donnatello explained his theory to his family. Along the way, he tried to convince himself that what he was saying was the reason behind his brother's strange behavior. It was decided that each turtle and Casey would pair off and take watch. Until they were aware of where Raphael was, there was nothing more they could do. They would begin their searches the next night. Right now, everyone was emotionally and physically drained. They needed rest. Michelangelo and Casey took the first watch.

There wasn't much to do really. They just tried to keep each other from falling asleep and monitored the screens, catching the feed from the security cameras that were in the sewer tunnels. Leonardo also had Donatello disable the elevator so their brother couldn't make his way into the lair that way.

Michelangelo was sitting at the console watching the monitors when Casey came in from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee. He pulled a chair up to his young friend and passed the cup over. "Thanks Case," Michelangelo took a sip and turned quietly so he was staring at his human friend. "Did you understand what Donnie said tonight?"

"Well," Casey scratched at the top of his head, trying to think. "I guess so. I think what Donnie was explainin' was that the nightmare Raph had was scary enough to make his personality split." He waited for Michelangelo to say something but the youngest turtle kept sipping at his coffee, trying to stay awake. "Anyways," Casey continued. "I guess his temper became a separate part and took over." He stopped and thought about what he just said. "Does it sound like I understood it?"

"Yeah Casey. It's pretty much how I understood Donnie's explanation." Michelangelo turned his attention back to the monitors, keeping a careful eye on the tunnels. "I just don't get it," he whispered.

"I though you said you understood what Don said?"

"No, that part I understand," he put his cup down and turned back to Casey. "I don't get why he thought he couldn't tell us. I mean, I know he was afraid of what we would think but why? Doesn't he trust us?" Tired, Michelangelo rested his elbows on the console and stared at the multiple screens.

"Mike," Casey softened his voice and placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shell. "I can't exactly explain this one. It's tough for guys like me and Raph, ya' know? We spend our lives trying to take care of others and it's hard to just switch gears and let someone else take care of us."

"Leo takes care of us, but he doesn't have a problem talking about what's bothering him."

"I told ya' Mike," Casey's sigh went through his entire body. It was going to be long night. "It's hard to explain. Guys like me and Raph just don't talk about certain things. That's all I can tell ya."

The night passed by slowly. Leonardo and Donatello took their turn early in the morning and let Casey and Michelangelo get some sleep. Leonardo sighed deeply, staring at the monitors, almost wishing his brother would show up on the screen. He secretly hoped that Raphael would simply wake up and come home, that he would be fine and everything could go back to normal. He rested his chin on his hand as his brother came back from the kitchen with a second pot of coffee. Leonardo looked at the cup but didn't touch it right away. "Donnie?" he asked. Donatello looked at his brother, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "How come I didn't notice anything? Why didn't I see something was wrong?"

Donatello shrugged his shoulders. Setting his cup down he exhaled, "I guess we don't see what Raph doesn't want us to," he tried to explain.

"I guess."

Raphael cringed, looking at the tattoo on his arm. A fearsome looking purple dragon wound its way up his right forearm. Just before it reached his elbow, the head rested underneath the blazing, red symbol of the foot. I hate it, he said to himself.

What's the matter Raphie boy? Don't like the new mark? His darker half strode back and forth in front of him. Doesn't really matter if you like it or not, he grinned like a Cheshire cat. It stays. Besides he threw his hands out in exaggeration, You gotta' love the room. Just look at it. Raphael walked over to himself, still hanging on the wall. The blood that had once dripped down his arms dried to a cake like substance. Look around! I told you I would make things better for us and I did!

By making things better, Raphael's worst part had joined their enemy, Oruku Saki and was now wearing his mark. He had also managed to get them out of the 'wretched and shit filled sewers' as he liked to put it. Their new room was fit for a king. Walking in, was a large bed up against the wall. Ivory carvings of dragons adorned the headboard and footboard. White, silken sheets spread over the soft mattress, with a mountain of pillows at the top. The side of the wall that ran parallel to the bed was nothing but windows, showing a view of the city he had never seen before. The rest of the room sprawled out to a living area, complete with couches, chairs, statues and artwork. A large bathroom with plenty of space was attached at the very back. I hate it, the turtle pinned to the wall grumbled. I want my home in the sewers with my family, he stared at his other self. He waited for a moment, he knew what was coming. SMACK! He was slapped across the face. I want to sleep in my hammock! He yelled. Again he was hit in the face, only this time with a fist. He would have been hit a third time but a knock at the door interrupted things.

Hun entered the main room where Oruku Saki was sitting. Hun chuckled inwardly to himself. Honor my ass, he thought to himself. He's all about himself, money and power. He just likes to hide behind the word to justify it. Hun's musings stemmed from the look of the room. It was ostentatious at best. Shredder sat alone in a large chair, placed at the top three steps. A red carpet led up to the throne and its occupant sat as though he owned the world. Although, Hun realized, with the money this man had, he probably did own a large portion of it. Stopping in front of the figure seated, Hun automatically bowed and rose up, an act of habit, not respect.

"Did you take care of Raphael's needs?" Saki inquired.

"Yes Master Shredder," Hun answered. "What I don't understand is why? Why trust a creature who up until this point has been our enemy?"

Karai was standing to the side of her father. She flinched at Hun's brashness but she waited and turned her attention to her father, like him, she also required an answer.

"Let him get comfortable with what we have here," Shredder folded his hands and smiled evilly. "He will enjoy himself for the next few days, begin to trust us. Then when the time has passed, he will tell us what we want to know about the other turtles."

"And if he doesn't?" Karai stood with her arms folded.

"Then my dear Karai, I will let you and Hun make him tell us." Shredder's smile slowly and methodically turned into a laugh, one that mixed with the sound of Karai and Hun's amusement and echoed down the hall.

Angered at being interrupted, Raphael flung the door open. "What?" he asked in a surly voice, expecting Hun to be standing there with some stupid dare he wanted to test Raphael with. To his surprise, it was a young girl standing in the doorway, a tray in hand. Quietly and timidly she bowed and rose up, waiting to be allowed into his room. Raphael stared silently at the person who waited in the doorway. He eyed her almost suspiciously

"You are Raphael, are you not?" she asked, still staring at him questionably. Her white make-up covered face masked her expression.

"Yeah," he paused for a moment. "Who are you?" He finally stepped aside, allowing her in the room.

"I am Kumiko," she bowed once more after setting the tray down. "I am a gift from Master Saki." She waited for him to say something, nothing but silence. "I am your Geisha."

"Really," Raphael's eyes perked up. "And what would that entail," he eagerly rubbed his hands togther, already deciding on her first task.

Kumiko went on to explain what she was there for but her words were lost to Raphael. He was busy dealing with an argument in his head.

You can't be serious?! he yelled at himself. Raphael had gotten to the point of numbness. No amount of attacks from his other self seemed to matter. His body had been beaten so much he felt almost nothing now. She can't be any older than 16! She's still a kid!

Child or not, the armored turtle smiled smugly to his weaker self dangling from the wall, like a forgotten piece of cloth. She is ours and we can do whatever we want with her. Right now, I got urges that need taking care of. Raphael folded his arms, the metal of his armor making a noise as he moved.

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He screamed back. It isn't right!

I don't know what you're so worried about. She's the same age as us; he held his chin with his right hand, his left tucked at his side. I got it; he pointed a finger in the other turtle's bruised face. You like her, it's one of those love at first sight things isn't it, and he mocked the other turtle. Do you hear bells ringing when you see her? He teased.

You son of a……… Just let me off this wall and I'll make you hear bells, Raphael leaned as far forward as he could, feeling his skin rip against his sai, small trickles of blood starting again. I'll beat you so hard……… He would have finished his thought but he was interrupted by his other self.

In a condescending manner, the well armored turtle gently patted Raphael on the cheek. I'll tell you what, you can have her. In this room, you can come out and play. Talk to her, cry on her shoulder, feel her up, I don't care. I'll get what I want later. He started to walk away down the corridor but turned just before he got out of sight. Just remember that I'm still in complete control. The minute you step out that door, I take back the little bit you have. He walked away, his laughter bouncing of the walls.

Kumiko got halfway through her explanation and turned around to see Raphael holding his head. His eyes were shut tight and his teeth were clenched so fiercely, she thought they would break. Carefully she went over to him. "Raphael? Are you alright?" She placed her hands on his shoulders and guided him over to the edge of the bed.

"I'm fine," he muttered, looking up as she handed him a cup of warm tea. "Just a headache is all." Appreciatively, he took the tea and began to drink it.

"Perhaps you should eat something," she suggested, placing a tray of sushi in his eyesight. She waited for him to take it but he didn't move. Slowly she put the tray back. "You don't like sushi?"

"Not really no," he shook his head. "Sorry."

"I also brought some cakes, would you like one of those?" She lifted the lid off of another tray to reveal an assortment of small cakes to go with the tea.

Raphael smiled at the girl in the colorful kimono. Quietly he took a small piece and popped it in his mouth. He swallowed it down with another drink. She quickly refilled his cup. "I didn't quite catch everything that you were saying before. Tell me again," he asked. "What exactly do you do?"