Torn( A MLP and TMNT crossover)

chapter five

Raph laid his head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling as he twirled a sketch pencil between his fingers. He was in his room sitting on his bed with Spike resting on his shoulder, thinking about Fluttershy.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for her. The poor chick lost her mind. She actually thought she was a pegasus, from a place called...now what was it? Equestraland? Something like that.

She also said something about....The Elements of Harmony. Nothing she said made any since, not that she said much at all. She was so quiet and scared. He couldn't believe he was atracted to her for a moment!

He looked at his sketch pad propped on his knees, and saw he accindently drew a girl that resembled Fluttershy. He let out a growl of frustration and stuffed the picture underneath his pillow. (Okay so maybe he was still atracted to her)

Raph was secretly a talented artist, but he hides his work from his brothers so they don't make fun of his soft side.

There was some things they knew of course. His love for animals. His fear of bugs. The last thing he wanted was for them to find out that most nights he was up because he was unable to stop doodleing.

Man, he hated his soft side. He knew it was there, no matter how much he denied it. Even if he had the most attitude on the team, he could never hide the weakness underneath.

Spike started to snuggle closely to his neck and nibble on his mask.

Raph gently patted his pet as he let out a sigh. "I don't know what's wrong with me bud."

Little did he know, that Fluttershy had the same problem...only the opposite.

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Fluttershy buried herself under the blankets as a wave of homesickness flooded over her. She thought of all her friends, her pets, her home, everything. She wondered if her friends were even bothering to search for her. I mean afterall what use was she except caring for their animals when they were busy. She missed nights when she could cuddle up with her pets and tell them secrets.

She buried her face in her pillow and began to quietly sob. Oh, how she missed home. She knew she would never belong here. Wherever she was.

She remebered the looks she got from the turtles. They thought she was crazy. She knew it. She shouldn't have opened her mouth. She should have kept quiet like usual.

She tried to keep her true thoughts and feelings hidden as much as possible. Knowing her small spark could go out of control.

Turning over, she looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, her mind went to the red turtle. What was his name again?  Raph...Raphael.

He had bigger mucles than the others, but he was only a little bit taller than the youngest turtle, Mikey. She remebered he had a small crack in his shell, and his mask was a bit torn up.

But the feature she found that set him apart the most was his eyes. They were a bright green and almond shaped. She rembered, each time she woke up, the way he looked at her. His eyes were filled with sincerity and concern. She remebered feeling like she could just crawl into him for comfort.

She turned back on her side. But I guess, it was just a fantasy. There was no way, he could have those sort of feeings towards her. Even though his eyes said he was gentle and comforting, his entire behaviour said otherwise. Things like that were just a dream.

She closed her eyes trying to forget her troubles. Tommrow was a new day...maybe things will be different.