A/N: Wow, do I feel horrible . There was only this chapter left and I made you guys wait quite some time for it, huh? Sorry, I was busy making the military ball awesome...and it was awesome. So, please enjoy the epilogue.

Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT.

The murk and darkness and the pressure that crushed his lungs as precious life-blood escaped him and pain radiated from a snapped bone. Confusion at first, then shock, and then the pain sank in with despair as he realized what had occurred. Just as he had finally fled for his life in a wild attempt to resurrect his own desires and wants, he would die.

Ironic was it, that he—a serial murderer—would die as he fled for freedom.

His brothers tried to save him, despite the fact that they had chased after him to bring him back to his execution. They worried and panicked as it finally hit them. They would be responsible for his death. The sight of his body, floating and anchored by the rusty metal pipe that impaled his thigh, with blood drifting as it hung about his half-dead body. The paleness of his lidded crystalline gaze would betray his weakness, exhaustion, and wont of death. It all drove them to bring him precious air as he became more and more so deathly still. Their struggle was nothing to him. He knew their true intentions then. They had planned to strike him down and did nothing as they stripped his name from him and he was cast out of the clan. From what he saw, they hadn't cared, and that was all that mattered.

Naito slowly allowed his gaze to fall to the inky black water that lapped at his ankles. It was ice-cold, and chilled him to the bone. The brilliance of the full moon glimmered on the water's surface, shimmering with the flow of the water. Naito's face was impassive. He stared at the water's surface with his crystalline gaze. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the night as he stood at the water's edge beneath a great bridge. His body was whole, but for a strange scar upon his left thigh. Naito strode forward, wading into the icy water. His stride was with a hitch as his left leg moved. He would never move the same as he had, despite the mutagen accelerant in his bloodstream. He had been lucky that the mutagen had not bled out of his body. But now, he suffered with every step he took. The pain was slowly fading to the back of his mind along with the numbness that had taken root inside of him.

His gaze narrowed as a particular pang of pain rang throughout his body, radiating from his left femur as the cold tugged viciously at his old injury. He came to a stop, bowing his head and tightening his hands into fists. He wanted to be angry, but he felt nothing. No emotion. Nothing but numbing emptiness.

His thoughts turned to his family. Donatello. Michelangelo. Raphael. Splinter.

He had not seen them in nearly two months. Had heard no word of them. He knew nothing of them. It should have bothered him, but it didn't.

He missed their presence. He had been their protector, leader, son, and older brother for most of his life. He didn't know what to do without his duty to them. It had all crumbled away with the revealing of his true identity. A murderer. None of them had understood him. His father, the one who had known the truth all along, had abandoned him just as he had to Leo all those years ago. They had turned on Naito like a pack of traitorous wolves turning on a member of their own pack. But Naito had accepted the execution like a trained animal would a beating. He had submitted to those he loved without a thought for himself. And yet, Leo had saved him.

It was indirectly at first. Naito had realized that his desire for life was stronger than that of dying at the hands of his family. It was the same desire that had driven him to kill, and in turn, revealed his true nature. But Leo had accepted him. He knew what it was like. He knew how the call of the blood would drive them both mad if they did not answer. At first, Naito didn't want to accept it. He didn't want anything to do with the blood.

But now, Naito had Leo, and he couldn't have felt more relieved. Finally, someone understood. Finally, he was accepted.

Naito sighed and turned his crystalline gaze skyward. The stars glistened in the night sky. He smiled.

…

Agent Bishop stood alone underneath a broad oak tree, his gaze watching over the New York harbor. Inky jet black water lapped at the hulls of ships and boats of all sizes. The wooden piers creaked as the water swayed gently to and fro. The wind tugged playfully at his trench coat, allowing the fabric to drift amidst the air. Bishop stood with shoulders squared and his hands folded against the small of his back. His dark shades covered his calm and calculating gaze.

He was waiting.

He listened calmly for the tell-tale sighs of creaking wood and the crunching of grass. His lips eased into a smirk as he heard a nearly inaudible snapping sound.

His agent had finally returned.

A dark and muscular figure dropped down in front of him, dark gray eyes gleaming cruelly as a sadistic smirk found its way on the figure's scarred features. Bishop readjusted his shades.

"The renegade returns." Bishop remarked smoothly. "I'm sure you know the repercussions of dereliction of duties and refusing to obey direct orders."

Leonardo's smirk only grew. "I come to turn in my official resignation and denial for re-enlistment within your… organization. It's nothing personal, Sir. I'd prefer to stay here than go to Detroit for petty errands."

Bishop's mouth twitched but his smirk was once again upon his features.

"A shame then. We'll lose one of our best agents."

"A shame, indeed." Leo returned smoothly.

Bishop adjusted his tie before returning his hands to the small of his back. His eyes, completely covering his gaze, picked out one of his snipers upon the crow's nest of a government vessel no more than a hundred meters away. The sniper awaited Bishop's signal to shoot a high velocity-high caliber round through Leonardo's skull, effectively slicing through bone and brain. Leonardo would be dead in less than a heartbeat.

Bishop's eyes roved back to Leonardo, one of his best agents in the field and responsible for more than his fair share of successful EPA operations.

"So do I live, or are you planning on shooting me down with that sniper positioned on the crow's nest? Or, considering I have three seconds to move out-of-the-way at the signal you give him, I dodge the round he fires and cut you down in the remaining two seconds for him to reload. Or, his spotter disables me exactly a second after he realizes that the first shot missed—just as I slash your throat open with an upward strike from my tanto. The possibilities are endless, should you decide to kill me. But, would you chance me striking first?" Leo spoke smoothly; his eyes glinted with excitement as he considered the odds.

Bishop offered Leonardo a sly look. "You forgot to include the factor that I could merely be a projected image, or the factor that I would be ready for your desperate strike to end my life. However, don't give yourself too much credit, Leonardo. You're not so important that I would waste my time worrying about how to kill you."

Leonardo's brow rose but he remained silent.

"So do we both walk away, or is someone's blood going to stain the ground?" He spoke in that hard-edged voice, a malicious and all too serious gleam entering his gaze. Bishop simply smirked and strode past Leonardo.

"If I see your misbegotten brother, he will die and so will you."

Leo turned and stared after Agent Bishop, puzzlement clear upon his features.

…

Raphael trudged through the sewers; a snarl tore at his features while his amber gaze blazed with fury. Two others followed him. All three walked in a similar fashion, shoulders squared and tense, muscles bunched and eyes blazing with ferocity.

Raphael stopped; sludge coated his calves and those of his brothers. His brothers stopped as well. Raphael held a strip of blue cloth in his fisted right hand, clenching it so tight that the skin on his knuckles had gone pale. He turned to the others and nodded. Michelangelo stepped forward, followed by Donatello. All were grim-faced, angry, and wore black masks of mourning. Raphael handed the blue strip to Michelangelo who took it and drew a line in charcoal across the strip before kneeling on the ground and pressing it to the ground. Donatello moved up behind him and knelt next to him. He stabbed a tanto into the strip of cloth, between the eye holes and through stone, effectively pinning the mask to the ground. The two stood up and Raphael moved down, snapping out a lit match. He set the blue strip alight and tossed aside the match. He drew a tanto of his own and sliced the skin across his forearm and held the bleeding wound above the flames. Several drops of blood fell into the fire as he passed it to his other brothers who repeated the process before passing the blade back to Raphael.

Raph slipped the blade into his belt after flicking the blood from it. He pulled three strips of blue cloth out of his belt and handed one each to his brothers. They wrapped their wound with the cloth, blood soaked into blue. As one, the three brothers spoke.

"We swear, bound by blood and oath, to exact punishment equal to that of the traitor's blade. We will not rest. We will not linger, until the tongue of the traitor is torn from his throat by our blade. By blood and oath, we swear."

…

Naito paused as the sound of a scream tore through the night air. He turned away from the water and towards the city. It called to him with the promise of criminals and blood to sate his need. He spotted an approaching shadow out of the corner of his crystalline gaze. He turned to Leo and offered his twin a nod of the head. Leo returned the gesture as he came to stand next to Naito.

"It calls us. You heard it, right?"

"The scream?" Naito asked, glancing his twin's way.

Leo grinned. "Yeah, so what do you say?"

Naito glanced up at the moon. "Tonight's the night."

A/N: Alright, please review, tell me your thoughts, and if you guys think I should do a sequel. Also, I'd much appreciate it if you guys would read my other fics! Thanks for sticking it through with me :)

P.s. I know some of you have been wondering what Naito's name means, if you stick around for the next few One-shots (or that "maybe" sequel) you're likely to find out ;)