"Slash's Captive" A Raphael X Reader Short Story (TMNT 2012)

-Gone-

~Raph's View~

The second eldest mutant turtle sits on the steps leading up an abandoned subway terminal just outside of the lair.

He has his arms across his plastron as he taps his left foot on the ground impatiently.

"Where is she?, it's been hours." He mumbles to himself.

"She's not usually this late."

The red banded terrapin takes out an egg shaped phone with a turtle shell design on the back and looks down at the screen.

He presses the power button, the notification bar is bare and there are no recent texts sent to him.

Raphael starts to get the sense that something is wrong.

You have never been on time for any of their meet ups, but that is not the reason for his suspicion.

The hot-headed turtle has been waiting hours for your arrival.
He knows it's not like you not to text him back if you can't come.

The red clad turtle grows restless.

He is apprehensive as to if you are in a safe place.

He frowns while subconsciously putting the T-phone inside the pocket of his belt.

Raph heaves out a halfhearted sigh.

"She's not coming." He says lowly.

Raph stands up and gazes in the direction of two arched outlines of the same sewer tunnels where him and his brothers use to head out for evening patrols around the city.

He stares through the pitch black darkness of the tunnel.
A yearning look is in his emerald green eyes as he hopes to hear the footsteps of you walking on the rusty old subway tracks.

A couple moments go by and doubt creeps into his mind.

You are not coming.

Raphael shakes his head.

"I knew it." He mutters.

He averts his bright green hues back behind him.

The turtle in red walks up to an array of turnstiles and jumps over them with ease.
He enters what is called 'The Lair' and heads into the center room.
A television blares in the background as Raphael pauses in his pace.
He looks at his youngest brother Michaelangelo laying on his plastron, he has his arms criss-crossed on the floor in front of him while his eyes are glued to the T.V. screen.
Raph sighs before rolling his eyes.

"Has anyone ever told you T.V. rots your brain out." He comments in a rude manner.

The orange clad turtle acknowledges his older brothers' presence and turns his baby blue eyes away from the T.V. as he looks in the direction of his temperamental brother who stands behind him in front of the couch.

"So, how did it go with your girlfriend?" Mikey asks with curiosity.

A big cheshire grin appears on his face.

Raph feels his cheeks heat up, he attempts to hide his embarrassment by folding his arms across his chest as he scuffs.

"She's not my girlfriend and besides she didn't show up!" He snaps, raising his voice in denial.

Not long after Raphaels' outburst two pairs of footsteps come rushing into the common room of the lair.

"What is going on?"

"Yeah, I can here Raph all the way from my lab." Another voice adds.

Raph cocks his head where he watches his two other turtle siblings come to a halt and stand feet away from him.