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"My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me."~ Henry Ford
"They have retrieved two jewels for us," the leader spoke with pride.
"How did you tell them to ignore the one in Maysa?" the doubtful inquired.
"I simply told them that it would be the most difficult to retrieve so we shall come to get that one last," the lead voice shot back with scorn.
"Sounds logical," the wise replied.
"How did you communicate with them in the first place?" the peacemaker inquired.
"They found the fifth jewel before the mission began."
"Why did you not tell us this?"
"Because, if you knew, you would find more reason to distrust them."
"We never trust them! We don't trust the Shredder! We don't trust anyone you're using!" the doubtful boomed as the others stayed silent, but the air felt heavy with agreement.
"I never said we trusted them, but simply would have more reason to distrust them. They are all only temporary. All to be replaced by Maysa and her advisors who shall bring them down," the leader replied, struggling to hold his calamity.
"And if they rebel before Maysa can help us?" the uninvited spoke.
"They won't have reason to rebel until the Shredder is brought back. Maysa will be able to help us by then. The jewel lives in her stomach. It knows where it is and when it is needed."
"We trust you," the peacemaker said softly.
"You have no reason not to."
The next night Cally was bursting with news, like most children, when something happens so that they want to tell someone. Actually, all people do that. When something good happens to us, we can't hold it in no matter how hard we try. We have to tell someone, or the news will eat us inside out like a parasite. And as Cally bounded up the stairs that was exactly what she was going to do.
To Cally, Raph was her closest connection to normalcy, despite his physical lack of it. He was slowly bringing her back to her sanity, which was to believe that the whole world had not rejected her that there was someone out there who would fill in what her parents had left. Just as destiny had beautifully molded, he was her first friend since her parent's death. Cally loved Raph with that children's true friend kind of love. The most innocent and beautiful kind of love in our world is the love of friendship.
For some reason, the stairs seemed longer than before tonight. Everything seems to take longer when we want it to take quickly and take quickly when we want it to take longer. And when she finally reached the top, Cally threw open the door out of excitement and stepped out.
A rush of wind and a thud came from behind Cally, making her heart race. She turned to see a stunned version of Raphael on the ground.
"What da shell!" he screeched. To Cally's surprise, Raph simply stood up and brushed himself off as if he had tripped instead of fallen fifteen feet.
"What were you doing up there?" Cally demanded, her heart still pounding, "you scared me!"
"Not da way I planned," Raph muttered, crossing his arms and looking up at the sky.
While he was staring into the sky Cally made a face at him, "At least you succeeded."
Raph gave a short laugh, "Yah…I guess."
"Did I scare you?" Cally grinned. Her excitement was built up and it showed. She rocked back and forth with impatience to tell Raph what had happened.
Raph snorted. "No!" It was a lie. He wasn't expecting her to jump out so suddenly; then again, he shouldn't have been hanging over the side so far.
"Yeah I did, you liar!" Cally laughed. "I scared a ninja!"
Raph sniffed, but couldn't help but smile. "Whatever." He didn't quite want to admit to being scared, but neither did he want to keep arguing when he knew from having younger brothers that it was pointless to defend himself. Raphael really only defended himself when he was angry or offended, and he was not either of these.
Cally stuck her tongue out at him.
"So why'd ya burst through da door like dat?" Raph inquired, looking over at Cally. He gave her a gawk as he watched her rock back and forth on her heels, wondering what was up with her.
"I have news," Cally shifted from rocking on her heels to bouncing on her toes. A wide grin spread across her face like a swish of paint across a canvass.
"What kinda news?" Raph smiled, crossing his arms.
"I'm being adopted!" Cally burst out, smiling broadly. She was eccentric for her oncoming life and thankful. If not for Raphael's acceptance she would still be who she was a few nights ago. One would be surprised by how a simple solution fixed a big problem so fast. All it took for Cally was for just one person to accept her and she was cured of her instability.
"See? What did I tell ya?" Raph smiled, pulling Cally into a hug. She was surprised he did, since his face had turned so red the night before when she hugged him.
"Thanks," She smiled at him.
Raph nodded in return, "So what happens now?"
"My parents pick me up in the morning and take me home. That means we can't meet here anymore."
Raph frowned, suddenly worried. "So if we don' meet here, where do we meet?"
Cally bit her lip, and there was an awkward moment of silence. Then she spoke, "What about in my new room?"
"How will I find it?" Raph asked, stress cracking his voice. Was this the end for them? "New York City is huge!"
Another awkward moment of silence passed.
"I have an idea!" Cally smiled. "I can't roam the city, but you can! What if I give you a signal?"
Raph thought for a moment before he slowly replied, "I could search a section every night. What's your signal?"
"I'll use a flashlight."
"A flashlight? There are millions of lights in tha city!"
"What if I flashed it 3 times every 5 seconds?"
"That could work…"
"I'll open my window, so you can see it better."
After a minute Raph looked up and smiled. "Alright, but it might take a while for me ta find ya…could ya do it every night?"
"I promise!" Cally grinned, highly satisfied.
"Cross your heart?" Raph tested, leaning a little closer to her.
Cally crossed her heart with her finger; and Raph straightened up and nodded.
"So what are your parents like?" Raph changed the subject. He sat down on the hard roof, sitting seiza.
Cally sat down beside him, hugging her knees to her chest, "My mom is a baker, so I hope I get to test her food. And my dad is a sheriff. They're both super nice."
Raph grinned, "Do ya think ya could store some of dat food in your room for me?"
Cally nodded, laughing, "I'll try."
Raph smirked, "If Mikey knew about tha food, he'd be dying to meet ya!"
Cally giggled, "He likes to eat?"
Raph nodded.
Cally stood abruptly. "I got to go."
"Already?" Raph frowned, standing up as well.
"I have to pack."
"Oh…" Raph suddenly pulled her into another hug.
After he let go, Cally frowned. She didn't felt destiny's bridge coming.
Destiny can't paint all beauty. There's always a bridge linking the beauty to something even more beautiful. It comes in all different parts of its stories and always has an end that brings something even more beautiful than what there was in the beginning. Sometimes there isn't an end, but it's because of us. People are afraid of the bridge. They're afraid of the strife and struggles that lay on the bridge. They don't know what's on the other side, we never do. But we pretend to be satisfied by what we have and we stay that way, refusing to face our troubles until we are forced onto the bridge and then have to work our way across.
"What was that for?" Cally asked.
"Just in case."
"Oh, okay," Her heart did a double take for her friend. What if she never saw him again?
"I'll- uh- see you later," Raph turned and went down the fire escape ladders down to his home.
"See ya," Cally murmured. She doubted her words. Cally was almost sure she wouldn't see him again.
Cally walked to the cold, black door, opening it, she slowly walked into the staircase. As she closed the door, she somehow knew that she was leaving behind her best friend. But destiny always knows what it's doing.
