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Seeing Red	By : Shawnie Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story. The original characters and plot, however, are mine.

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Tap, tap.
Claire’s head popped up from the sink at the sudden sound and her eyes wandered over to her living room window. A figure dressed in an oversized, dark-colored hoodie and a pair of baggy pants was perched on her tiny balcony holding up a green, three-fingered hand in greeting. She finished drying the dish in her hand and strode over to the window, unlatching it. Looking up into the face of the figure, she caught a glimpse of a red bandana. Smiling, she opened the window, “Come on in, Raphael.”
Raphael leapt from the balcony and somersaulted into her living room, landing on one knee. Pulling the hood off his head, he stood up and turned to Claire. “How’s it goin’?”
“Well, I’m assuming Mikey told you about what happened tonight at work,” she said nervously, biting her lip. Claire had spent the past hour replaying the conversation she overheard in her head and worrying about Brad. Hun was dangerous; somehow connected to the Purple Dragons and she knew that meant serious trouble.
Raphael’s eyes wandered briefly to her mouth as she bit her lip and then back up to her worried expression. “Listen, we know a lot more ‘bout the Purple Dragons than you do. We have history”, he said gruffly. “Leo sent me over here ta bring you back to the lair. He thinks you should meet our Sensei so we can figure out what ta do.”
Claire raised an eyebrow at him. She was hoping for a little guidance, not a full blown intervention. “I AM a big girl you know; I can figure something out myself. I was just hoping for a little advice”, she said, crossing her arms.
“Oh, RIGHT, just like the time ya figured out how to take on all those Purple Dragons on Delancey, or the time you took Hun down by yourse- Oh. Wait.” Raphael returned her angry stare with a smug look.
After a long day at work and finding out that her friend was dealing with criminals, Claire was not in the mood. She advanced towards him and pointed a rigid finger against his hoodie, feeling his hard plastron underneath. She rose up on her tiptoes and looked up into his amber eyes – he stared back down at her with an amused look on his face. “Listen, buddy. You don’t get to judge me. You don’t even know me. And for the record, I banged Hun up pretty good.” Mikey’s words from Friday night popped into her head, ‘you and Raph would seriously get along’. If he was anything like her, she knew that challenging his courage would really piss him off. She continued, “I didn’t see you there with Leonardo. What were you, too afraid?”
Raphael grabbed Claire’s shoulders with a growl. “Listen, girly, I ain’t here to fight with ya. The fact is that you can’t take these guys down by yourself. You need help and that’s where we come in.” Claire remained silent, considering his words. She knew nothing about Hun or the Purple Dragons and really didn’t have any other options. She scowled at him, “Fine. I will meet your Sensei and hear him out.”
Raphael, still holding Claire by the shoulders, quickly spun her around in his hands, taking her by surprise. “You aren’t wearin’ that are you?” Raphael snorted as his eyes wandered down Claire’s body to her black pencil skirt she still had on from the work day.
“I was planning on changing, so NO.” Claire huffed, breaking away from his hold. “Why, do you have a problem with this?” She pointed down to her skirt.
“Not at all,” he mumbled, eyeing her appreciatively. Claire rolled her eyes at him. “But, I brought my baby tonight.” Raphael smirked at her. Despite the tension she felt between them, she was unable to contain her excitement and a huge grin appeared on her face.
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It had been so long since Claire was on a bike; she had almost forgotten how much she loved riding. Allowing herself to enjoy the moment, she closed her eyes underneath the helmet Raphael had brought for her and tightened her grip on him as they sped through the city. Buildings and cars flashed by in a blur of color, the sound of the engine penetrating the night. They came to a red light and Raph shifted his weight, bringing a booted foot down to the pavement and a hand on his hip as the bike idled impatiently. Leaning forward, Claire yelled out to him, “Show me what she can do!” Raphael’s helmeted head tilted slightly back towards her and he then leaned into the bike, gently revving the motor. “Woo!” Claire squealed in appreciation. She smiled as she felt that flicker in her stomach – the unexplainable feeling she would get doing something a little dangerous. She let the feeling take her over; forgetting about Grams’ sickness, about Brad’s criminal dealings. The excitement ran through her body from head to toe; she hadn’t felt this way since that night with Brad in the warehouse.
Watching the light, Claire held her breath in anticipation. Claire’s breath escaped her lips with a hiss as the light turned green and Raphael took off; bike fishtailing, tires squealing. He expertly weaved in and out of traffic, cutting street corners and side mirrors by inches. Claire felt her adrenaline build as he shifted gears, leaning left and right to maneuver through the busy streets. After a few minutes of this, she felt him slow the bike down as they pulled up to an old garage in a dark alleyway. She watched as he pressed a tiny, black button on the handlebar of the bike and the garage door opened. He pulled the bike inside and cut the engine as the door slowly closed behind them. A few fluorescent lights flickered on overhead and she kicked her leg up and around his shell, leaping off the bike. Pulling off her helmet, she turned towards Raphael who sat on the bike, staring into her bright, shining eyes. He gave her a huge grin.
“THAT- was excellent!” Claire proclaimed, running both hands through her hair to fluff it back up. He chuckled and slid off the bike, walking towards her. She handed him the helmet and he stowed both of them away in a steel locker. Raphael slid open a manhole cover on the floor of the garage. “It’s about a ten minute walk to the lair from here.” He paused before climbing in, his back towards Claire. “And – I’m glad ya had fun.” He slowly turned to look at her, eyes unreadable.
“I think my bike was faster, though,” Claire smiled slyly at him.
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“Are you kiddin’ me? Your bike wouldn’t even touch mine”, Raphael snorted. He pushed the button that opened the lair door and held it open for Claire. “I mean, I haven’t even shown you the turbo on it for Christ’s sake.” They had been arguing the entire walk to the lair about whose bike was faster.
Claire walked through the entryway, and turned back around to Raphael as he pulled the door closed. “I’m pretty sure my Ducati would destroy your little motorbike. Even with your fancy turbo button.” Claire couldn’t help but smile at the conversation and was surprised to see Raphael smirking back at her.
“Yea, yea, I bet your bike was pink, too. With little bows and flowers painted on it, right?” he said mockingly. She gave him a gentle punch on his arm.
“Psh. Yea right. It was blacked-out, actually.” Claire snorted at him.
“Yea? I can’t picture you riding a big black –“
A loud choking sound interrupted their conversation as Leonardo appeared from the dojo. Eyes wide, he looked at Raph.
“We were talking about bikes, shell brain.” Claire couldn’t help but giggle; the ride had put her in a really good mood. Without even thinking, she closed the small distance between herself and Leo and gave him a hug.
“Oh – oh, hey….Claire”, Leo managed to sputter out. He gently returned the hug patting her back once, throwing a look at Raphael over her shoulder. Raphael simply stared at Leo, eyebrow raised. He pulled back from the hug and gave her a serious look. “I wanted you to meet our father and Sensei – Master Splinter. Just tell him everything you told us. We’ve been fighting these guys for a while now and I think it would be beneficial to both of us if we work together on this.”
Claire’s smile faded and she nodded her head. Way to ruin my buzz, she thought darkly. “Just one thing,” Leo’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Master Splinter is….a rat.” Claire’s eyes widened. “Oh-oh okay. Thanks for the heads-up.” With that, Leo turned to let his father know that Claire had arrived.
“I’ll go round up the boys,” Raph said. He walked over to the stairs and leapt up them, two at time, making his way towards the curtained bedrooms.
Finding herself alone, Claire decided to wander a bit. She eyed a Shoji screen door in the corner of the lair and walked up to it. Sliding it open, she found herself in a large workout area. A big blue mat took up most of the space and there were dozens of unlit candles around the perimeter of the room. Weapons lined the walls – everything from shurikens to katanas. This must be where they train, she thought to herself, running her hands along the cool, metal weapons. She pulled a wooden, practice sword from the wall and began swinging it around, nonchalantly.
“You must be Claire”. The voice made Claire jump. She whipped around, katana in third stance, the tip of the weapon jutting out towards the owner of the voice. She gasped to find a giant rat in a faded, red kimono. Though his appearance was a bit disconcerting, she found his eyes to be kind. She gently placed the practice sword on the mat and bowed her head slightly, lowering her eyes. “And you must be Master Splinter. Pleased to meet you, sir.” She glanced back up to see him flanked by two turtles on either side.
Master Splinter gestured to the middle of the dojo, “Please, let us sit and discuss.”
Claire explained her two run-ins with the Purple Dragons in great detail and Donnie went over the information he found when he hacked into the police station mainframe. “There’s a clear pattern,” Donnie said holding up a map of the Lower East Side. There were three large, red circles on his map. “The circles indicate the areas where the Purple Dragon activity is highest.”
Claire pointed at the map, “Hey, that’s the Lower East Side Recreation Center! Some of the guys at work play flag football there.”
Donnie nodded at Claire. “Yes, exactly. This second circle here is right near a Mixed Martial Arts training center. And this one here-“ Donnie stopped to look at Claire.
“Is my gym…” Claire said in a low voice. What does that mean? she thought, brow furrowed.
“Excellent work, Donatello. So it appears the Purple Dragon activity is concentrated on areas where physical exertion occurs”, Splinter contemplated.
“Yea, places where people go to get stronger, to work together, to compete”, Raph added.
Donnie looked at Master Splinter. “Sounds like the perfect breeding ground for a gang.”
“Yes, but the Purple Dragons have never operated in large numbers.” Splinter fell silent for a moment, lost in thought. Claire thought she would take advantage of the silence.
“Since we are all about the sharing of information,” Claire said hesitantly, “I have to come clean with you – I think I sort of….ran into a trap that was set for you. It was a while back. Back when Brad and I were-“, she paused and turned to Leo. She normally didn’t care what other people thought about her, but for some reason, she really wanted Leonardo’s respect. “Brad and I were kind of vigilantes. We sought out small-time criminals and took them down. We would call the police afterwards, anonymously, to let them know where we had left them.”
Leo narrowed his eyes at Claire. “Why would you do something like that? That is extremely dangerous.” He scowled, outwardly displaying his disapproval.
“For the fun of it?” Claire said meekly. “I know that sounds weird, but it gives me a rush; it feels like I’m meant to do that. Besides, I am trained, you know. I can handle it.” She added, hoping that would bolster her case.
“Claire – I know exactly how ya feel,” Raph said, nodding his head. “Anyway, how do ya know the trap was for us?”
“The guys we took down said something about big, ugly green freaks.” Claire saw Mikey’s shoulders slump. “But I don’t think you guys are ugly or anything! I mean, your muscles are—wow.” Claire felt herself flush.
“So, what are you saying, Claire? You only like me for my body!?” Mikey blurted out next to her, pouting. She laughed, thankful for Mikey’s ability to ease awkward situations.
Splinter finally spoke again. “There is only one question that remains – do we think the Foot is involved?” Splinter mused, stroking his beard.
“I have already thought about that, Sensei, but the Foot disbanded after we defeated the demonic Shredder. Even if they were to return, it would take much time to amass any kind of power. Their numbers were severely depleted,” Leo countered.
“I believe the best thing to do at this point is to keep an eye on Brad while you are at work. If you discover any useful information, please let us know. In the meantime, my sons will rotate the Mixed Martial Arts training center and the Lower East Side Recreation Center into the patrol routine,” Splinter said, eyes on Claire.
Claire nodded her head. “Of course. In return, I would ask for permission to train with your sons. Their fighting skills are extremely impressive and I believe I could learn a lot from them. I am currently a black belt studying under Sensei Nakamura, so I already have martial arts experience”, Claire replied politely.
Splinter gave her a small smile. “Yes, of course. Just go easy on them,” he said, winking. He rose to leave and Claire and the turtles stood with him. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Claire.”
She bowed her head, “Likewise.” He turned and walked out of the dojo, Mikey and Raph in tow.
Once his brothers were gone, Leo turned to Claire. “Are you any good with that?” he asked, eyeing the wooden katana on the floor next to Claire. Claire followed Leo’s gaze, “Just a few basic stances and attacks.”
“I can help you, you know. It’s kind of my thing,” he smiled and pointed at the katana sheaths on his shell.
“That would be great, actually. I know a few basic cut techniques, but I could really use some help with the advanced attacks.” Claire smiled back. “Maybe tomorrow? I’d love to start tonight, but I really have to get back home.”
“Then it’s a date,” Leo replied. Claire smirked at him. “Uh, I mean, I will see you tomorrow then,” he quickly recovered. Claire laughed, “Sounds good to me.”
She followed him out of the dojo and grabbed her cell phone to check the time. “Oh my god, Space Heroes is on!” Claire yelled. She ran into the living room and jumped on the couch, crashing into Mikey who was reading a comic book. “Whoa, babe! You almost took me out!”
“Sorry! But my favorite show is on,” Claire said laughing. Raph, who had been doing push-ups near the TV glanced over at Claire and rolled his eyes. “Oh no, not you too!” he called out to her.
“Why, who else likes Space Heroes?” she asked.
“Mr. Fearless,” he replied, nodding his head towards Leo who was making his way towards the couch. He sat in between Claire and the end of the couch, giving her a sheepish smile. The show’s intro started playing and both Claire and Leo recited in time with the TV, “Gentlemen, I have a bold and daring plan. There’s no time for hesitation-” Both of them stopped mid-sentence and stared at one another. Claire laughed loudly and put her hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Glad to see someone else is as obsessed with Space Heroes as I am!” she exclaimed. Leo blushed a little at her touch, but laughed with her.
Five minutes into the episode, Raph appeared at her side. “So we leavin’? I thought you needed to get home?” he looked down at her, glowering. “I’ve got stuff to do, ya know.”
“Alright, alright. It’s not like I haven’t seen this episode ten times already,” she winked at Leo. He gave her a sexy, half-smile and she felt her stomach flutter. What the? Claire thought. Did I just find that attractive? She looked up at Raph, slightly jolted by the feeling. Raphael had his hand extended towards her. She grabbed it as he helped her off the couch.
“Say bye to Donnie for me!” Claire yelled to Leo and Mikey as her and Raph made their way to the lair door. Raph and Claire were quiet on the walk back to the garage. Trudging through the sewer tunnels, Claire thought back to Leo’s smile and her reaction to it. She silently wrestled with her feelings, finally deciding to push the whole situation out of her mind. It was too confusing.
Claire suddenly smiling made Raph the first to speak, “What are ya so happy about?” he growled.
“I just remembered that we are riding the bike home,” she grinned up at him.
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The small black jet ascended into the night, leaving the New York City skyline behind. On board, a Japanese man in an expensive-looking business suit pulled out a silver cell phone. Staring out the window into the starless night, he put the phone to his ear.
“Yes, Mistress. That is correct; phase one of the operation is complete. The Purple Dragons have established recruiting sites throughout the city. No ma’am, contact with the turtles is a negative. Our original attempt was interrupted by civilians when the operation was launched seven months ago. However, we believe it is in our best interest to maintain distance with the turtles. The operation’s secrecy has become the priority and we have no reason to believe the turtles are aware of our plan. We will be touching down in Tokyo in fourteen hours.”
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Claire looked around the lair; it was eerily quiet. Her heels made a loud clicking sound as she made her way up the stairs to the second floor. She stopped outside of the first room and drew back the blue curtain, letting it fall behind her as she walked in. It was dark and empty. Her eye was drawn to the familiar katana on a table next to the bed. She walked over to it and ran two fingers along the handle, admiring the intricate design. Without warning, two strong arms grabbed her waist from behind. Her startled cry quickly turned into a whimper as a pair of large, green hands began slowly moving their way up her body; over her stomach, stopping to rub her breasts in gentle circles. The large hands worked their way up, gently gliding over her neck and up into her hair; fingers tangling themselves in her golden locks. She finally whipped herself around, turning into the plastron of Leonardo. He looked down at her in a predatorial way that made Claire shiver with excitement. Rising up on her toes, she planted a kiss on his face, bringing her hands up to twirl her fingers into his bandana tails. Her kiss grew more frantic; frenzied. She needed him. He swept her legs out from under her and carried her over to his bed. Laying her down, he climbed on top of her; hovering above her body, resting his arms on the pillow under her head. With eyes open, Claire dragged her tongue over his lips, watching for his reaction. He groaned and responded by bringing his hand down over her stomach and onto her thigh. Her pearly, pink lips parted, letting out a small sigh as he tip-toed his fingers under her pencil skirt, climbing higher and higher.
His determined eyes looked directly into hers as he slowly pulled down the zipper of her skirt. He lowered the skirt down over her body and threw it off the bed. His breath hitched when he saw her black lacy thong. He lowered his body back down into her. “Claire, I want to make you feel good”, he purred in her ear. She moaned and reached up to grab the headboard. He moved the fabric of her undergarment to the side and made his way down in between her legs. He gently dipped a large finger into her wet heat and she nearly exploded with satisfaction. He worked his finger deeper inside of her moving it in slow, gentle circles, stretching her. Claire had never felt this good before in her life; she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling. He started slow; increasing his speed and slowing down again, repeating this pattern, trying to build her up. She licked her lips, conceding control of her body to him. When Claire opened her eyes again, Leo was staring intently at her. He brought his finger up to her lips and she opened them, her tongue flicking out to lick at the juices. Keeping her eyes on his, she took his entire finger into her mouth and Leo moaned. He then took her finger in his mouth and Claire gasped. She was shocked to feel how big and soft his tongue was. He brusquely removed it and dove back down in between her legs, his head disappearing from Claire’s sight. He gently licked at her folds and Claire bit back a scream. His tongue was so large, she felt like it was everywhere at once. He lapped at her, quickening the pace and Claire submitted herself to the sensation. Moaning loudly, she dug her fingers into the sheets as she felt herself begin to climax.

Claire opened her eyes, panting and confused. She stared up at the ceiling – her ceiling. She sat up in bed and looked around the room. She was in her apartment. Holy shit, she thought, flopping back down onto the bed, covering her eyes with her hand. Just a dream.
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