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Of Hearts and Shells: 50 Shades of Green	By : prplraven Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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April and Casey reached the lobby at the top of the seating area and began scouring it for the mutagen. Stockman’s “lab” was not difficult to find, vials and beakers laid out on top of the concession. The carpeting was marred by ichor stains. The containers of pink mutagen sat on the floor, concealed by the stand, Donatello’s charred-looking purple mask still wound around the top of the copper rod. They looked untouched; Baxter hadn’t been in the mood to examine them in his injured state. Casey snagged the two containers under one arm, and peered into the long-abandoned concession. “Hey,” he murmured, grabbing a box of chocolate-covered raisins.
”Are you out of your mind?!” April chastised, watching him. “Not only do we not have time for this… Those are like fifty years old!”
“Sugar never goes bad,” Casey said, making a big gesture of dumping Raisinettes into his mouth. Sugar may not go bad, but chocolate and raisins do go rancid. He spat them out the first chance he could that April wasn’t looking, and chucked the rest of the box across the room.
The two of them made for the grand doors of the entrance, which April shoved on, to no avail. Casey also threw his shoulders into the door, which popped it open only wide enough for them to be able to see a length of thick chain through. “They chained it from the outside!” April mourned.
Casey sighed, poking a finger at the chain. “Puck-bombs aren’t gonna do anything against this.”
“Shredder’s goons probably just broke in and used the back doors… the more the place still looks abandoned, the better it is for them. Guess we’re stuck going back the way we came…”
When Casey and April re-emerged, the turtles were definitely looking worse for the wear. Michelangelo executed a leap up onto the stage in hopes of gaining the upper hand with higher ground, but the Foot Clan master followed his motion, caught the chain of his kusarigama, and even managed to wrap it around Mikey’s own neck. Raphel jumped in and broke the chain with the points of his sai. Donatello attempted an overhead blow, but was blocked by a kick that spun him away and off his footing.
The Shredder’s eyes narrowed as he effortlessly threw off Leonardo’s katanas with his armguards. He glared toward the burn mark on Don’s shell. “You wear his symbol on your back!” he spat. “Thus it shall be your shell in which I serve all of your flesh to your beloved Master Yoshi!”
Raph rolled into his way. “Big talk for someone who hasn’t managed to kill us yet,” he taunted. His sai clashed with Shredder’s fist-daggers.
Shredder narrowed his eyes. “That is something I shall soon remedy,” he growled, twisting Raph’s sai to the point of breaking and kicking him away with a metal-toed boot. Donnie recovered, and stepped back in, facing Shredder with Mikey at his side this time, but Shredder had his eyes on his trophy now and wasn’t letting Donnie escape him. Michelangelo’s attack seemed a minor annoyance to him as he threw the young turtle into a wall with a leg sweep, followed by a vicious kick to the face. Mikey lay still. Leo attempted to attack from the side with a leap, but Shredder only used his momentum against him, throwing him from one side of the stage to the other, continuing to advance on Donnie.
April took in the scene and stopped in her tracks. It was almost as if Shredder had manipulated them into taking to the stage area: a much more confined fighting space. They’d never seen that one coming. But he would never see this one coming... She pulled out her fan. “Go,” she told her human companion. “I’ll catch up in a second.”
“If you’re staying, I’m staying!” Casey decreed.
“No, take the mutagen and get out of here. That’s the most important thing.”
“It’s all for nothing if you get yourself killed!” he insisted, pulling at her.
“It’ll be just as much a waste if the guy who can make the retro-mutagen gets killed!” She looked pleadingly into his eyes. “Please, Jones!”
He gave a disgusted look, but relented. “You’d better be right behind me,” he told her.
“I will,” she nodded. “Now, go!”
As Casey ran for the corridor of dressing rooms with the mutagen in tow, April took careful aim with her tessen and threw it with all her strength. It flashed in the dim lights, then hit its target with a resounding CLANG. Shredder’s kabuto spun in front of his good eye. He roared with fury, taking a slash from Leo as he righted his helmet.
Donnie looked up. He didn’t dare expose her, but his mind screamed at her to get out of there.
Her fan, though it spun back toward her, wedged in one of the seats in the middle section of the opera house. She winced. She could retrieve it—in fact, it would be a shame to have to leave it behind—but it would expose her position. She used the seats as cover as best as she could, but her shell was much too wide to move through them undetected. Nonetheless, she reached her fan, the fight remaining too heated for their adversary to notice her, or care.
In a fluid motion, Shredder spun out of Raphael’s attack, grabbed him, and threw him into Leo. The two collided, knocking the wind out of them both. He grabbed their heads while they were still disoriented, knocking them together to ensure both turtles were down for the count. In the next second, he caught Don’s spinning bo with his daggers, threw it away, and with another swift series of movements, had Donnie’s throat in his hand. April gasped. She had one chance, but she absolutely had to get it just right… “Donnie!” she cried out to him to get his attention.
He looked over to her, just for a second, but it was enough for her to establish their connection. All at once, she had access to his brainpower… she knew where Shredder’s armor left him exposed, and Donnie’s mind calculated the angles of trajectory like child’s play, and… Oh, hey, that was an even better shot than she’d been thinking of…
The tessen flashed from her hand, slicing the thumb Shredder was using to hold Donatello aloft, then on its return path, slashed across the back of his knee. Donnie dropped, rolled away and recovered his weapon.

April! Step out and get out here! he thought at her desperately. It’s too dangerous!
I’m not leaving you! she sent back. Everyone else is down… he’ll kill you!
But the new attacker had gained Shredder’s attention. “A fifth… It seems Yoshi is indeed raising his own mutant army!” His eyes fell on April’s fan as she held it ready. “The tessen of Tang Shen! Hamato Yoshi bestowed it upon the likes of you?!”
“Well, I’m sure he would have given it to Miwa if he’d known she was alive… or if she wasn’t trying to kill us …or wasn’t a giant snake creature…” April came back at him, making a graceful leap up to the stage over the orchestra pit. “Remind me whose fault all those things were, again? Oh yeah, yours!”
“All ultimately owing to Hamato. I have a claim on that fan, turtle. Surrender it to me, and I may let you live!”
April backed around him in a wide circle. “Why? Because you think Tang Shen would have married you if Yoshi had been out of the way?” She made a warning zigzag slice in the air before her with the fan. “I really doubt it. I don’t know if anyone’s pointed it out to you before, but you‘re kind of a gigantic dick. You need a token of a past relationship to remind you of that?”
Shredder drew his head back as if he hadn’t expected that sort of language directed at him, then regained his former determination. “I will cut the insolence out of that tongue of yours!”
“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Donnie hooked his bo over Shredder’s head to choke him with it. The blades of Shredder’s punching daggers caught the wood, straining against it to the point where Donnie had to flip over him or risk his weapon breaking in the battle. Four large gashes were left in the wood. He landed beside April, swinging his bo in a forward spin, while she crouched, defending with her fan. Minds fully joined, they moved as one, running forward and striking at Oroku Saki from both sides simultaneously, eyes gleaming white in the low light. The attack was so coordinated, it took him by surprise. He took a slash to the arm from April’s fan as she tumbled past while he blocked Donnie’s strike. The two of them crossed paths and ran in again for another pass. This time, Donnie’s swing, an improvised move of April’s, unseated Shredder’s kabuto as she feinted a move and somersaulted away as he struck at her.
We’re actually doing it! they thought together. Don’t get overconfident, but together, we’re actually match for him… Let’s really open it up on him!
They went into a paired flip toward their enemy, Donatello striking to the right and April to the left. Shredder spun out of the way, catching April across the shoulder with one of his daggers. They both yelped, grabbing their right shoulder, and Shredder narrowed his eyes at them. “Synergists! So that’s Hamato’s game…”
“Look who’s a smart cookie…” they said in unison. The scratch on April’s shoulder wasn’t deep, but they both felt the pain from it. Ignoring it for the time being, they readied for the next attack. They ran at him from either side, the three figures becoming a flurry of jabs, strikes, leg sweeps, kicks and slashes. Neither side seemed to be able to land damage on the other as both sides sought an advantage. The tessen flashed in and out of the fight, occasionally sparking off Oroku’s armor, being caught and thrown by April and Donnie alike. Likewise, Donnie’s bo was passed between the two synergists to strike at the most appropriate moments and angles, always keeping Shredder on his toes. Eventually, he managed to evade and rolled away from them, coming to a rest on one knee.
They paused, panting from the effort, then charged again. But this time, Shredder was ready for them. As April ran in to make a slash at him, he sidestepped Don’s attack, grabbed her wrist and twisted the tessen free, and used her momentum to throw her into the pillar at the stage’s edge. Donnie winced and coughed as the wind was knocked out of her. The air remained in his lungs, but the pain he felt from hers was intense and made him gulp for air in response. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop him from readying a defense against Shredder, who strode toward him confidently. Even with one of April’s improvised moves, it wasn’t enough. Shredder kicked the bo out of his hand and grabbed the collar of his carapace, slamming him to the floor. The points of two daggers stabbed at the base of his skull, keeping him from retracting into his shell. “I was simply going to kill you both,” he informed Donnie with a proud rumble, “but watching you both suffer as your synergy is broken, letting you end yourselves… THAT shall be Hamato Yoshi’s bitter reward!” Donnie’s eyes sprung open as the realization hit them both. He tried to begin the steps of closing the mental doors between them, but in the next moment, Shredder punched him hard in the back of the head, and he knew only blackness.
April let out a strangled, weak scream as Shredder withdrew his bladed fist, the twin daggers leaving long, deep, bleeding cuts across Donnie’s skull. She felt half her mind tearing away, reached a three-fingered hand toward him to keep him from going. Don’t leave me! she thought, screaming in her head. Please, Donnie! Stay with me! She felt the bond between them weakening, the light between them darkening, as if he was being pulled down into the darkness, and she toward her own personal hell. “Donnie!” she cried aloud.
Saki laughed aloud at her pitiful cry, though she hardly heard it in the focus of her concentration. “Behold your fate, student of Splinter, and despair!”
Her head began to ache as the connection frayed further. Her brain felt like it was unraveling. If only they’d had more warning…

(((Are you still there? I didn’t have time to warn you I was going through a tunnel… )))
Her father’s words echoed in her mind from their phone conversation weeks before. …going through a tunnel…
It was no longer a dark pit Donnie was being dragged away from her into, merely a tunnel. And no matter how dark they got, every tunnel eventually came to an end. All she needed to do was hold on, and keep the line open for him. Donnie…. Donnie, are you there? Come back to me… Come back, love… Donnie…
“And now, to dispatch the others.” Shredder gloated as he reached for the abandoned fan, his hand being narrowly missed by two shuriken which pinned the fan securely to the stage. He looked up, his face betraying shock, even a touch of fear. “Karai? Daughter?”
“Only halfff right, sssstepffathher,” the kunoichi hissed with her smooth voice. “And thhat iszz not yourszzz.”
“Karai,” Shredder growled warningly, seeking her on the catwalks, “do not defy me!”
A sandbag dropped from the darkness, narrowly missing Shredder. “Oh, I intend to, at evvvery turn!” He voice seemed to echo from various parts of the theatre. “You took my mothhher ffrom me. You took my humanity. You took the vvvery truthhh ffrom me!” Another sandbag fell. Shredder backflipped out of its path. She slid down a curtain, slashing it with her falchion.
Shredder looked taken aback at her human appearance. “You are no longer a mutant! How?!” He stared as she circled him.
But she wasn’t done with her tirade yet. “You raiszzed me to disssposzze of your enemieszz, to fffulfill your vvvendetta! You uszzed me! April ‘szz right—you are jussst an utter douchhhebag.”
Donnie… wake up, Donnie… I’m waiting for you… April poured the whole of her mental strength into maintaining their connection, her psychic ability bolstering the link further. I’m here… I’m here! Come back to me… Stay with me, my Donnie… Minutes had passed. She felt it trying to fade, and pushed against the connection as hard as she could. The end of the tunnel had better be soon, or she was going to lose him! Donnie, Donatello, I’m right here… reach out to me, love!
And then, a miracle: the tiniest sigh from his mind. Her heart sang! She seized that tiny wisp of thought like a lifeline for a drowning person and wrapped her whole being around it. Donnie! It’s me! I’m here! Your April is right here! She scrambled on her hands and knees across the stage. The darkness of the tunnel evaporated as her world burst back into glorious light.
His eyes fluttered weakly as he came conscious. A-April? His vision focused, and there was her beautiful turtle face with its frame of red hair, tears of joy and near-loss streaming from her gorgeous blue eyes. A freight train of emotions bowled him over; he felt himself seized and enwrapped in them: the ebbing fear, intense relief, the joy of triumph, the exhaustion from the effort she’d expended to keep the connection open. Her smile was bright as the morning sun, and infectious, as Donnie found himself smiling just as broadly, reaching up to stroke her hair. As he realized what she had done, he found himself in awe of her. You saved us… saved us both! He sat up and pulled her to him. April! You’re incredible!!
Shredder’s attention was drawn by the female turtle dashing across the stage to her synergy partner… yet she wasn’t wearing an expression of despair, but one of near rapture! “What?!” he bellowed, just before he was grappled in Karai’s glistening coils, having used the distraction to her benefit. She constricted where she could, but the metal points of his armor ripped at her as he fought to free himself. She grabbed at the arm April had slashed open with one of her viper-headed hands, spitting venom into it. Shredder screamed as the toxin burned in the wound. He managed to gain his feet, spun and threw Karai across the stage. She landed hard, but snapped back into a fighting stance.
Before she could strike again, he punched through one of the stage’s trap doors and disappeared through it. Karai launched herself at him with an enraged hiss. She stuck her head through the hole, spitting venom into the darkness, but Shredder was gone. She gave an angry yell, slapping the stage with her tail. A section of it creaked and gave, shattering apart in a cloud of splinters and dust. She blinked at it blankly in surprise and slithered cautiously away from the unstable bit.
“All right, Karai… I think the stage has had enough.”
She looked up at Leo. “Oh, sssso now you’re awake. Ssssome ninja, sssleeping thhrough the fffight.”
“You followed us.” He sat up, slapping Raphael gently in the face to bring him around.
“Ofvv coursssse I did.”
“But… I was going to ask if you wanted to come along…”
She snorted. “Ifff you had asssked, I wouldn’t havvve come.”
“So… you came because I didn’t ask you? That doesn’t make any sense…”
“Doesssn’t it? Ifff I’d come withhh you, you’d’vvve exsspected me to fffight witthh your happy little team, wouldn’t you?”
Leo mulled this over, but didn’t answer.
“It’sss thhe tactic ofvv a general, ssssomethhing I learned fffrom Sshhredder. You sssend all thhe troopsss you havvve, in order ofvv exsspendability, and only fffight yourssselfff iff you havffe to.“
“In other words, you were using us as your cannon fodder.” He scowled at her.
She grinned wickedly back. “You’re ssso cute when you loszze your naïvvveté!” He grinned a bit through his scowl, smacking Raph again. Unfortunately for him, Raph had woken with his previous slap, and this one earned Leo a firm punch that knocked him over. Karai smirked. “Ssssee you around, Leo.” Her serpentine form disappeared behind a curtain. “And you might want to get April’sss ffan fffor her… shhhe looksss a little… disssstracted…”
Leo regarded the two synergists busy smothering each other in kisses and gave them a wan smile. Raph, cross-legged next to him, threw his hands up in a silent “what the hell is this?” gesture at them and shook his head with an overly-dramatic sigh. Leo pointed for him to go collect Michelangelo.
“Come on, guys, let’s go home,” Leo called, standing and walking over to unpin the fan from Karai’s shuriken.
Donnie stood, picking April up as she wrapped her legs around his lower torso. He rested her shell against one of the stage support pillars and looked deeply into her eyes. “You are my hero!” he told her profoundly. She beamed at him, stroking his head, and they came together in a long, deep kiss.
“Donnie?” Leo called again insistently. Don afforded him no eye contact, but held out a thumbs-up and made a weak shooing motion at him twice, not breaking away from their kiss.
Donatello eventually pulled back from making out with April. We need to go, he thought to her. She nodded, though couldn’t break contact with his gaze. She projected a mental image of the subway car to him, and he nodded. He set her back on her feet, and the two of them exited the stage at its rear and heading down the corridor they’d entered through. They hardly noticed the debris from the battle, but it was hard to ignore TigerClaw rolling around in the hallway, grabbing his feet. “Guys! You guys! I can count to rainbow on my toes!” he announced gleefully to them.
They had to stop and stare at him. “Okay then!” they finally responded in tandem. “You have fun with that!” TigerClaw apparently found their paired speech uproariously funny, bellowing laughter and falling back into the dressing room, sending flaked of catnip into the air once more. The two of them shook their heads in the same manner and left him.
They hardly acknowledged Rahzar’s continued whimpering, or FishFace’s calls of, “Boss? Bradford? Could someone bring me my legs? Hello?”
Casey and the rest of the turtles were waiting for them by a toppled section of the chain-link fencing. Casey looked especially miffed. “This is your idea of ‘catching up in a second?!’”
“Sorry, Casey,” the two of them said in unison, eyes only for each other.
The young vigilante crossed his arms, leaning against a fencepost, which gave slightly from the weight. “Yeah, I can tell you’re really broken up about it,” he mumbled sulkily.
“Don’t even bother, man,” Raph reassured him. “There’s no talking to them when they’re like this. Watch… Hey Donnie!” he called. “Mikey used all the lightning mutagen to make milkshakes.”
“I did not!” Mikey countered in an offended tone.
“That’s nice, Raph,” they said, neither looking at, nor apparently hearing him.
“Also, we’re having Shredder over for dinner next week. We elected you to table dance for him.”
“Okay. Have fun, then.”
Raph shrugged. “See?” he told Casey. “Totally pointless.”
Leo patted him on the shoulder and claimed the mutagen from him. “Give ‘em until morning. They’ll be more appreciative when they get this out of their systems. Good work in there, Casey.”
Casey smirked and exchanged a fist-bump with him. “At least someone recognizes my awesomeness. I’ll catch you guys later.” He waved over a shoulder and took off on his skates.
April and Donnie seemed to have lost all volition to move, holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, statue-still.
“Aww, look how cute! They’re so in love with each other!” Mikey fawned. “They look just like a movie poster!”
Raph mock-gagged and sauntered off while Leo moved to herd the synergists. “Go,” he said, shoving them both along in front of him. “Get underground, and then you can go do all the smoochy stuff you want.”
Catalyzed by the push into motion, the pair sped from a walk to a jog to an all-out sprint for the nearest manhole. They dropped down into the sewers and were off at a breakneck pace.
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