Yay! I got two reviews so far. (overly optimistic?) Thanks to Poisoned Dark Angel and Magiccatprinces for my first reviews of this story and NickJ1Fan for adding this to their Favorite Stories.

I like to start things slow for the first pages, you know introducing characters and such, but things are going to pick up. Sad to say April doesn't have a huge role in this fic other than mentioning her name =( . Though I think she's awesome. Enjoy the story!

It was lunch and Leonardo was heading towards the basketball courts. It has become a tradition since their first year of high school for him and his brother, Raphael, to compete in any sport. It was almost every week during lunch that they would find a new game to compete in. They would even have rematches if they feel they have been cheated in some way. They could never settle the score, so they played week after week. This caught the attention of Casey Jones, who was a big sports fanatic. The competition was fierce, but to Casey Jones it was just fun. When Leonardo arrived to the court Casey was setting up the teams. There were 4 people surrounding him.

"Great Leo, you're here. It's three on three Leo. Me Raph and Sid. You Angel and Gen."

Leonardo turned to Angel. She had dyed her hair a dark purple and had several piercings on her ear. She wore lose jeans and a purple t-shirt.

"I don't believe we've met before," Leonardo said.

"Name's Angel, as Casey said. And don't think I'm a weak player just because I'm a girl," she said.

"Never crossed my mind," he smiled.

"I think it's your age that worries him, freshmen," Casey said.

"You're freshmen?" Leonardo questioned.

"What is this twenty questions? Let's just play already." Raphael took the basketball Casey was holding onto for the game.

They starting playing and Angel meant what she had said. The game went smoothly, Angel proved to be a superior player. She had to be, hanging out with someone like Casey Jones and his friends. The final shoot was made by her right when the bell rang.

"Wow, since when could you play like that?" Casey said awestricken.

"Don't be so surprised, after all you're the one who taught me," she said to Casey.

"Yeah, but you've never done that before," he said.

"You're great at this," Raphael said.

"Excellent game," Leonardo chimed in.

They headed to class and the rest of the school day went on flawlessly. Donatello and Michelangelo happened to have French class together for their final period. Michelangelo was "thrilled" at the fact that his schooldays ended with him being stuck with his studious brother. It would mean no goofing or slacking off. No doodling on notes or sleeping his way through class. With Donatello as his study bubby, he'll be a fluent speaker in days.

Michelangelo sighed when he sat next to his brother.

"Hey Mikey!" he said cheerfully. "Hmmm…why do you look so bummed?"

Michelangelo snapped out of it.

"Oh, nothing's wrong bro," he said with a giant grin.

"Okay than…I guess," Donatello said.

Their teacher, , walked into the room were the students were already waiting.

"Bonjour! Comment ca va?" He asked the class.

"Ca va bien monsieur. Merci beaucoup ," The class responded in unison.

Since the first day he started teaching, had always instructed his students to start the day like this. It always freaked Michelangelo out when teachers made their students respond in unison. Donatello explained to him that repetition was a good way of learning new languages.

"It's still creepy," Michelangelo mumbled to Donatello.

"Just roll with it Mikey," Donatello said.

The teacher went to the back of the room to pull out the television that was sitting by the corner of the classroom. Michelangelo perked up. He grinned as the teacher was setting it up.

"Today we're going to watch a French film that was made along with our textbook. Pay attention because everyone's going to have to translate."

Michelangelo's grin disappeared. He sat back into his chair and folded his arms.

"Way to ruin something good."

The lights flickered on and off. He looked at the switch; their teacher hasn't reached it yet. He was trying to turn on the television but it wouldn't work.

"Looks like the power is out, we're going to have to hit the books instead," the teacher announced as he was opening the doors and the blinds to let the light in.

The electricity went back on five minutes before school ended. Michelangelo cursed his rotten luck. As the school day ended the four brothers met up in front of the school and walked home. In the subway station, Raphael noticed someone familiar in the distance. It was Angel talking to someone who wasn't a student at their school. Raphael wanted to greet her, and to see who she was talking to. He had a weird feeling about who it was, but he didn't have much time to think about it when his brother started dragging him to the train.

"Quit day dreaming, Raphy," Michelangelo said. "The train's here and you don't wanna get left behind!"

"Yeah,yeah, quit shoving."

Raphael took a seat and dismissed his worried thought.

"I shouldn't care, it's probably nothing." Other than that, he didn't give it another thought.

When they entered the train the lights flickered on and off, but it ran smoothly to their destination.

As soon as they got home, Michelangelo began playing his video games in the living room. Just as quickly Donatello was standing over him.

"Mikey, we have French homework remember?" Donatello said.

"Oh man, it's only the first week of school that guy's crazy. And it's Friday! You're the biggest nerd I know to want to do your homework on Friday!"

"I know you Mikey, you slack off today, all you're going to do is procrastinate all weekend," he said unplugging the game.

The television automatically switched to viewing mode. The news was on. A masculine voice was speaking over the images of a high tower office building.

"A legendary TCRI research facility has been at fault for the recent rolling blackouts throughout the city, at least according to a small independent investigation group. The group claims that TCRI has been illegally engineering powerful machines that have the potential to be used as incredibly destructive weapons."

The report caught their attention. The camera cut from the building to a stern looking man in a business suit. He had a deep worn voice and jet black hair.

"These allegations against our engineering department are absolutely false. We have never promoted the development of weapons. I welcome any investigations. There are no illegal weapons here. We only wish to improve the city, not harm its people."

The television cut back to the reporter.

"Oroku Saki, the CEO of the company, will be holding a conference to clear the allegations of the illegal weapons, as well as the connection to the blacko-"

The television went blank and Michelangelo laughed.

"Guess that doesn't help his case."

Donatello smiled in amusement. "Okay, but we still have to study."

"Fine, if it will get you off my case," he said.

"But I'm only doing this so Leo won't get on your case," Donatello said.

Raphael was in his room stretched out on his bed. He shared a room with Leonardo who began taking weekly classes at a dojo in the city. Leonardo was carrying a bag that stored his uniform for the dojo. He was packing it in a bag when Raphael sat up from his bed and watched him.

"You know you're a way better fighter than anyone in that peewee karate class. You just wastin' your time going there," Raphael said.

"I'm sure I'll learn something useful," he said.

"Come on we've been trainin' all our lives with Dad. We're probably the best in this whole city."

"Now how can I prove that unless I face off against other fighters?"

"I guess you got a point there."

Just than Raphael's cell phone rang. He picked it up. It was Casey on the other line.

Leonardo couldn't hear what his brother was saying because Raphael had turned away from him and lowered his voice. He found this suspicious; Raphael was the worse at hiding secrets.

"No man… I'm with Leo right now…. No they ain't around…. Okay I'll find ya later." Raphael put down the phone and turned back to Leonardo.

"Who was that?" Leonardo asked.

"It was just Casey."

"What does he want?"

"Just for me to go over his house."

"What for?"

"Stuff."

"Is April going to be there?"

" What? Can't a man have a personal conversation in this house? Why are you always so nosey?" Raphael answered.

"Fine, Fine! No need to be so moody," Leonardo said. "I better go now anyway."

He dropped the questions, but he was still specious of his brother. Even if Raphael couldn't keep any secrets from him, he always found a way to avoid interrogation. It was something neither Leonardo nor Donatello could master as easily as Michelangelo or Raphael, they were just too honest. He left the house and walked to the Dojo. Raphael grabbed a jacket and left to find Casey.

A masked man was standing in an alleyway between two rundown redbrick buildings. Strands of the young man's raven hair draped over his white hockey mask. He was panting for a moment, trying to steady himself. In his hands he held his weapon, a large hockey stick. Strapped to his back was a golf bag that held more of his weapons. Metal golf clubs, wooden bats, and anything he could carry. Underneath his coat, his body had a few minor bruises. His white mask was scarred and dinted, but no mark was on his face. In the night, the mask hides his face from his enemies. It protected his face from any scar, keeping his friends and family from knowing what he did at night. He was a vigilante; justice came swiftly through his weapons. He towered over his enemies, two members of the Purple Dragons. They cowered in fear. Unbeknown to him however, a third member of the gang was approaching from behind. He raised a loose pipe he found in the alleyway over his head, intending to strike. Just as he got into position, the Dragon felt a tap on his shoulder. Confused, he turned around only to have a fist connect to his jaw. He fell back from the impact. The masked man turned around at last sensing the danger. In the split second his attention was diverted, the other two Dragons took the opportunity to escape. The third one that lay on the floor quickly picked himself up and ran after them. They were out of sight.

"Man Case," Raphael said emerging from the shadows. "You really did a number on them, you sure you need my help?"

"You kidding me? I didn't even see that guy behind me," Casey said. "But these street punks ain't why I called you over, Raph."

He pulled his mask up so it rested over his head. He had a serious expression, which Raphael had only seen once before in his life. It was the night Casey told him what happened to his father, when the Purple Dragons took his father's life. He knew it was something important.

"What is it Casey?"

"It's Angel, she's getting into trouble. She's been hanging around them, she's getting in way too deep. Today she's gonna be initiated. She's gonna be a Purple Dragon."

"Angel? Damn I knew there was something bad going on," Raphael said. "I saw her talking to someone earlier, it must've been a Purple Dragon."

" It ain't too late to stop her. Those goons know were the new members are gonna be at," Casey said.

"Where is it?"

" A few blocks from here. They're going to that old factory district. Makes sense, it's mostly abandon," he answered.

" That's Purple Dragon turf,too. It's a good place to checkout. "

"Oh before we go, take this," Casey said handing him a red mask.

Raphael laughed despite himself. It seemed cliché to him, like many of the action movies he had watched with his brothers."What the heck is this for?"

"A mask to hide your face from the purple dragons."

"Yeah, but if I zip up my jacket it pretty much covers my face. This is useless, " Raphael said.

"I know you like sticking to the shadows, but for this one we gotta be extra careful. It's not just beating bad guys, it's a rescue mission."

"What makes you so sure she wants to be rescued?"

"I know I've hardly ever mentioned her to you before, but she's like a little sister to me, we grew up together. I ain't gonna see her go down like this."

"Fine, if it will make you stop worryin'. It's just the mask is so corny."

He put on the mask and followed Casey to their destination. They stayed out of sight from everyone in the city. They climbed the fire escape of one of the buildings to the rooftops. It was an unusual way of getting around the city, but it worked for them. They ran atop the city rather than below on the streets. The sun was setting casting long shadows from the buildings, making their efforts to hide much easier. Raphael always led the way on the roof tops. He knew how to hide, even in plain sight.

They made it to the old business district; it was made up of factories and old office buildings that have been abandoned for a long time. Several of the buildings were boarded up and vandalized. There were even signs of gunfire and black soot from fires. Most of it was fenced off. It was a rundown part of town. It once thrived, but due to the gang wars it never had the chance to rise again. The factories were known to be the main location of the Purple Dragons. Nobody, outside the Purple Dragons, ever set foot in it. If they did, there was going to be trouble.

Raphael jumped over the barred fence with ease. Casey followed throwing his golf bag over and crawling under.

"This place is huge Case. How are we gonna find her?"

"Just keep your eyes opened."

Raphael saw the first signs of life in that eerie place. In one of the buildings he saw several people enter. They were indeed the Purple Dragons.

"Casey check it out, you think she's there?"

"She's gotta be," he answered.

Raphael and Casey eased their way to the building. They took one look at each other and nodded. They didn't know what to expect, but they made their way to the building. Their mission was clear. Get Angel out.

A/N

Thanks for reading folks! More ninja action coming your way.

I love to hear your comments, even if they are considered harsh (so far they've been nice), it's interesting to know what people think. So don't be afraid to review! I'm going to say it tell I'm sick of hearing , review please.

one more thing sorry for the lack of accents in the French i'll fix it when i figure out how.