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 Slowly they got out of the car and moved towards the arcade, Leo pulled the door open and allowed Mikey to go in first. Instantly the smell of stale popcorn and the loud din of hundred of games blanketed their senses. Scanning the room Leo tapped Mikey and pointed in the direction of several tables. At one of the tables sat Donnie who was waving his hand trying to get Leo’s attention. Moving towards the table Mikey felt his breath catch in his chest. As their angle of the table changed he found that Donnie was not the only person at that table, another turtle sat with him. He shook slightly as he took in the sight of his brother. Of th

Title: Confessional Rating: PG-13 Pairing: One-sided DonxRaph Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles. Summary: He rode into town on a Thursday... Warnings: Cowboys! Guns! and Raph's mouth. ~~~~~*~~~~~ Confessional Chapter 7 ~~~~~*~~~~~ Monday Morning birds chirped as the sun spread warmth upon the town, momentarily turning old wood into mahogany and Main Street into a yellow road of fortune. Roosters had long stopped crowing when the dogs took over and announced the arrival of farmers rolling in with fresh sewn crops to sell, and children made their way to school, fists clutching tight to their chalk and writing boards. He loved the morning

"Are you done staring at him?" I asked Alpha, halfway through the half of her sandwich she'd given me. She gave me a look that shut me up. "It's not like that, Beta!" She whisper-shouted back at me. I rolled my eyes. "Besides, he's acting like he's hiding something from us!" I looked over at Shadow, who was staring out into the forest forty feet away. We were apparently taking a bath in the river nearby, although Alpha was spying on the midnight hedgehog. "He's staring into the forest. What's so suspicious about that? I mean, I know you li--" Alpha clamped a hand over my mouth. "Look! He moved!" I shook my head sadly. My sister was a lost

Title: Confessional Rating: PG-13 Pairing: One-sided DonxRaph, confused/denial RaphxDon Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles. Summary: He rode into town on a Thursday... Warnings: Cowboys! Guns! and Raph's mouth. ~~~~~*~~~~~ Confessional Chapter 8 ~~~~~*~~~~~ Tuesday "The lumber is in the barn. I ordered it last week and Joel dropped it off just this morning. It’s perfect timing really.  Months ago-" "Then why were ya beatin' my ass at poker for cash?" Raphael asked as he limped after the priest. He had swapped his holy clothes for some pratical ones that he held up with a modified gun belt that he had made to hold all his tools.