Of Turtles and Lizards

Who the Shell are you?

Sadly, I do not own the turtles.

Ch. 1-Who the Shell are you?

Raphael whipped around to see a shadowy, cloaked figure on the other side of the roof. "You, you're the one that saved me in the Krang fight."

"Funny, I didn't hear a thank you." Mona crossed her arms under the long, brown cloak she was wearing.

The turtle's bright green eyes narrowed. "I don't even know your name, so why should I?"

"Because it's considered rude not thanking someone, especially when they've just saved your life."

"Look sister, I don't conform to anyone's standards."

"Ooh, touchy." She smirked behind the old brown cloth. So, he's stubborn but easily annoyed. Perfect. Obviously not the type to refuse a challenge.

Raphael growled and changed the subject. "Why did you save me?"

"What?"

"Why did you save my life?" He repeated aggressively, this girl was really getting on his last nerve.

"You were fighting the Krang." She replied simply.

He canted his head, one eye-ridge raised. "So?"

"Let's just say you aren't the only one with a grudge against the Krang. After all...us mutants have to stick together." The cloak fell to her feet revealing a light green lizard with wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes.

"Who are you?"

"The name's Mona Lisa and I think I should be asking you the same thing."

Raph crossed his arms over his plastron. "Sorry, but I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

"What are you, five years old?" she retorted.

Like a river over stone. River over stone. River over stone. Raphael chanted in his head as he tried to reign in his growing frustration. "Let's just say my family has lots of enemies not including the Krang."

The lizard mutant smirked, definitely the protector of the family. "Whatever you say Green Eyes."

The reptile growled dangerously, his eyes narrowed. "Don't call me that."

"Tell me your name and I won't have to." She snarked.

"Raphael."

"Surname?"

The turtle stepped threateningly into her space, their faces only inches apart. His neon green eyes staring straight into her dark brown ones. "Not gonna happen."

"I like your style, hardcore with a hint of nobility."

"You don't know what you're talking about." Raph said as he watched her carefully, making sure she wasn't planning any tricks. He stiffened when she put a hand on his carapace, ready to throw her to the ground when she did the last thing he ever would have expected.

Mona Lisa leaned over slowly until her mouth was right next to his ear and whispered, "Don't I?" And if that wasn't shocking enough she ran her fingers through his bandana tails.

Raph's heart began beating wildly and remained rooted to the spot, in complete and utter shock. What the Shell was that?!

Mona Lisa backed away, smirking mischievously at the turtle's shocked expression. She walked casually to the end of the rooftop, before turning back to Raphael. "See ya round...Raph." Then she plummeted off the edge building and took off into the dark of the night.