(A/N: I'd like to thank Lilninjawolf for betaing for me again! I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed. Much appreciated! =D

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles or make any money from writing stories about them; however I do make money as a local check out chick. *Sighs heavily* If only I could get paid for writing then I could be happy.. Maybe later on in life.)

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Raphael stared up at the ceiling for awhile after Moshin left him, thinking about everything he had been told. It didn't really make sense, any of it! Then again, the fact he was a giant, walking, talking turtle seemed like a bit of a joke as well. Wouldn't that be nice?

Carefully, he sat up. He looked down at his hands. They hadn't changed. They were still green and only had three fingers. Raphael pinched the back of his hand, frowning at the small sensation of pain it brought. He had hoped that maybe, just maybe, this was all a joke and he was actually wearing a giant turtle suit.

Sadly, it would seem that however much Raphael might wish this was all a joke, it was becoming overwhelmingly obvious that it wasn't.

His hands, he noticed, were rough. Like he used them a lot for something, hard working hands. In fact, he had a few scars on them. Actually, looking down at his body, as he removed the blanket, he noticed he was covered in scars. Karai had said he didn't like fighting, so how did he get all these? Did he do heavy labour or something? Speaking of which, what did he do? Okay, so he was apparently Karai's little brother, but what did he do? What did she do? Missions? But apparently he didn't do those... So what did he do!?

Something was very wrong and it would seem that no one was willing to actually be very honest with him. Raphael saw the purple bandana wearing turtle's face flash up in his mind. He looked so hurt...

Surely a clone who only wanted to use him wouldn't be upset like that if his prisoner was hitting him. The turtle would have been more angry than disappointed if that was the case.

Suddenly, Raphael stomach growled loudly, causing him great hunger pains. Oh god... He was starving. When was the last time he ate? He didn't have a clue.

Carefully, Raphael took hold of the nearby drip stand and used that to help himself to his feet. He hadn't really noticed the drip needle in his arm before, but it hardly seemed important in comparison to his stomach. A little reluctantly, he removed the mask on his face.

Slowly, he made his way to the door, opening it quietly. On the other side stood two bulky men who seemed to be guarding his door. To keep the turtles out? Or to keep him in? The two figures wore some rather nice hats and red torn caps. Though the black shirt and pants weren't too bad either. It was just the long.. red socks that threw him off. Okay.. so they were a little weird. Overall they looked pretty tough. There was a strange symbol on their belts. So... who were these guys? He frowned slightly at the thought, feeling that he should know something about them.

"Nice.. hats.." He commented, grinning a little.

Nice hats? Why did that seem familiar? It seemed a little funny, but why?

"You shouldn't be out of bed." One said to him, breaking Raphael's train of thought.

"I shouldn't... starve but... I feel like... I might.." He wheezed, frowning. "Where's... Karai?"

"The Mistress is busy. If you require food, it will be brought to you." The other told him. "What did you want?"

Neither of these two men seemed to like him. Their eyes were none too friendly, almost glaring at him. Though he didn't feel like he liked them too much either. He couldn't explain it though. Something about these guys just told him that they were definitely not mates.

But he thought about the question they asked. What did he want? Food. But what type of food did he even like? "Karai should.. know what I.. like, right?" Raphael asked them. "Maybe.. ask her.."

They seemed to consider this for a moment. "We will see what we can do, now go back to bed and rest." The first one said.

Raphael didn't move, he was a bit restless and didn't feel like sleeping. But the men didn't seem to wait around for his answer. Instead, they just slammed the door in his face. There was a small click and the door was locked. "Hey..!" He called out, trying to open the door.

It was no good. They obviously didn't want him to leave the room, which didn't make Raphael feel any better about his current situation. They were definitely keeping him in here.. But why? Was it because he apparently attacked someone? Raphael groaned a little. This was not doing his headache any good to try and think about this.

His breathing wasn't any better and he was suddenly feeling light headed. Maybe he should at least get the oxygen mask back on if nothing else. Slowly he walked back to the bed with his trusty drip stand and sat down on the bed. He picked up the oxygen mask and placed it back on, enjoying the air.

Hopefully someone would bring him something to eat soon. Some proper answers would be nice too, but he wouldn't hold his breath.