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Take Me To Church (Trxculent)
Now Raph understood – better than before, at least – what might have made Rahzar tick. It seemed as though Fishface and Raphael were not the only ones with a thirst for violence in their hearts, or the desire to grow stronger, to work past their limits and do nearly anything to reach their goals. The difference was that Raphael had placed a barrier for himself, built it for the sake of his family and his own honor. The Foot Clan and the Hamato Clan had very different definitions of the word, it seemed.
For a little while, Raphael just listened quietly. Sometimes he nuzzled at Rahzar's snout or chest, or pressed his thigh up against those talons in invitation. It would be a while longer before the stench of pheromones returned, but Rahzar was more than welcome to explore the turtle's body in the meantime. This was actually the first time in a while Raph felt so peaceful, and the fact that this was true in what might very well be the belly of the Foot's cathedral? Incredible.
There were more things to talk about on this strange night, however.
Slash. That was who Rahzar was wondering about. The bigger question was how much was Raph willing to tell him? He would not point out the location of the Mighty Mutanimals or the weaknesses of its members. That would be betraying one of his strongest allies, and most importantly, one of his closest friends. Still, he could talk about it a little bit, enough to explain a piece of his history. Quid pro quo, that was how the saying went, right?
The turtle sat up with Rahzar, positioned himself so he could properly face the canine, and breathed in a sigh. This was going to take a little while.
"No, he's not related to any of us us," Raph answered awkwardly. "Not that I know of, anyway. He was a pet...my pet." Pursing his lips, it became clear Raphael was a little trouble. For all the good terms he was on with Slash, losing him as a pet was difficult. He could not tell him the same things he could when he was still Spike, could not cuddle him and feed him lettuce and vent to him when his brothers were giving him grief. For as happy as Raph was to have a new friend and partner to fight alongside, he also lost the source of comfort he once had, and it sucked.
"His name was Spike. Master Splinter gave him to me when my brothers and I were still little kids. He was the only friend I had down there, and when I couldn't talk to my family - AKA, most of the time - I could talk to him. He wouldn't talk back or make fun of me; he just listened and chewed on his leaf. I swore, it was like he understood what I was saying...and as it turned out, he did. "Donatello blew something up and the debris almost hit Spike. I got so pissed off that I nabbed the mutagen canister he was holding and brought it to my room with Spike in tow. It ended up spilling over though...and Spike got into it. He's been known as Slash ever since."
How did he explain the next part? Slash would not have been interested in affiliating himself with the Foot (especially now) but it still made Raph wonder. He sought out a hand of talons for comfort, squeezed them lightly just so they would not cut into the nerves on his fingers. "Because of all my venting, he thought he might as well take my brothers out so me and him could work together instead. I was really excited about it at first...I just didn't know about the whole he's going to kill my brothers' thing until it was almost too late. I had to defeat him in battle and knock him off a building just to try and protect them, so obviously we had bad blood between us for a while. We're cool now though; just don’t see him all that much now that he has his own team going around town." Raph still was not one hundred percent sure how they ever became friends again. It just happened naturally, and he assumed it to be because they had known each other for so long. For many years, Raphael had been the center of Slash's world. He just never quite thought of it that way, never thought of how much he would miss his beloved pet until everything was too late and there was no going back.
Wait. Rahzar had asked who Slash was. He did not ask Raphael to give him an entire life story. "Hoo-boy, that was lengthy!" Raph said with a little, nervous laugh. "Sorry. That was probably obnoxious, huh?" Nice one. You apologized. Now shut up.
Raphael’s actions spoke a thousand words. Rahzar had assumed he'd asked a relatively safe question, oblivious to the fact that the mutant he was inquiring about was more closely linked to the turtle than he could’ve imagined. A being from his past. A part of his heart. So it appeared Slash had once been Spike.
The instant his skeletal hand was grasped, the dog kept still. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in a long while; someone wanting to keep close as a source of comfort. His claws rubbed across the other’s bandaged fingers and held on as he listened. It was the least he could do to give a sentiment of understanding.
Although the youth seemed to hold a hint of sadness when speaking about his Ex.Pet, there were moments he made clear he was fond of. It was evident that the two had been close to one another. So much so, the canine wondered how they didn't end up in a relationship, themselves. Whatever it was they shared:
It sounded obsessive. It sounded controlling. It sounded unhealthy.
Of course, that could've been jealousy twisting his thoughts. Toxic implications thrown aside, Slash couldn't have been blamed entirely for his actions. No, It was only natural he'd want to look out for his owner's best interest. If a common household pet could understand that eliminating the other turtles was one of the more ‘logical’ options to keep Raphael from suffering any sort of torment?
What else was there to question? He wanted to protect what he loved.
In a way, Rahzar could sympathize. Stuck in a similar situation, he was thankful he asked the question when he did. He at least wouldn't have to learn from his own mistakes if he could get a lesson out of someone else's wrongdoings. Now he just had to pray there wouldn't be a day he'd come across the large tortoise and be forced to explain himself. How awkward would it be to let him know that he'd been replaced? Oh, but how fun. On that note-
"No need to be sorry.. I was the one who asked.." He chuckled softly, pointing out the turtle's embarrassment. Next came a push and shove as he forced Raphael flat on his back again. Yes, it was adorable. No, it wasn't obnoxious. He didn't want his playmate to feel ashamed about opening up. Without the worry of being judged, the both of them had managed to share a meaningful conversation with one another. They took a peek into each other's lives.
"I'm sure you two had a lot in common.. Not that I’d ever hope to compare.." He moved slowly as he crawled over the other, legs spread on either side of the smaller body. What would he do if given a teasing chance to take control? "But you know what?.. There's nothing like a bond between a boy and his dog.."
Raphael was definitely a sight to behold, splayed out the way he was beneath the canine. The longer the turtle stayed comfortable against the sheets, the more he became exposed to Rahzar's scent. What he wouldn't do to hold him down and fuck him again. Better yet, have him scream into the mattress.
A sudden change of subject. “You never mentioned what you wanted to drink.“ His claws pressed atop Raphael’s plastron, spreading before they dragged down. They moved slower this time around, the look on the dog’s face one of focus and concentration as he stroked at each scratch he came across. “I’ll send a few Foot Bots on their way.. after you let me know what you want..“
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Before Karai could leave, the dog spoke up. He bent at one knee, showing his gratitude with the simple gesture. “The Shredder of my world..” Head lowered and eyes slowly shut as he went on. “He would envy having a daughter as loyal as you by his side..” Having given the compliment, he carefully pulled himself up, allowing her to take her leave.
Maybe in the morning, he’d wake up to discover this was some sort of strange dream. Troubled thoughts were put to rest as he laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling before sighing. Here was to hoping a better tomorrow waited for him. A tired whine escaped him as he rolled over, tugging the sheets over his body before finally falling asleep.
Watching him, she bit her lip with a smile as he had kneeled, her cheeks flushed with pride to the compliment. “You are too kind…” She smiled, as being raised with Japanese tradition, she refused to let her head swell with the pride of it, and stayed humble about it. She watched as he laid down, gently closing his door, and went to her own quarters to rest for the night, and the night passed without incident. In the morning, Karai passed his room, and pinned a note to his door, inviting him to practice in the dojo with her and the foot members.
Having to adjust to the life of a dog wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it did make keeping up with personal hygiene a bit problematic every now and then. He had washed his mouth out and was in the middle of splashing himself with a bit of water, ears soaked and folded back while a towel hung over his shoulders. Rahzar slept comfortably, despite the feelings of homesickness he found he struggled with in the middle of the night. He missed what he was forced to leave behind. His belongings, his responsibilities, and shockingly; the other mutants who served as his counterparts.
Had anyone back in his own world realized he’d gone missing? Was any sort of attempt made to investigate? It was too much for him to think about at once. The note at the door hadn't gone unnoticed, which was why he was taking his time right now. He wanted to make himself look as decent as he was able. Bradford had been responsible for training Shredder's Foot Soldiers back in his own Universe. He wondered how the methods here would differ from his own. Maybe he could learn a thing or two and take it back with him to the Clan. After a few moments of preparation, he was ready.
A single breath and he was out the door.
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Remember how Chris Bradford was like, a mega-martial-arts-celebrity? And how he had a chain of dojos where he recruited new Foot Clan members? Yeah. I miss that. It was such a great idea, his part in the chain of Shredder’s empire, how his celebrity put him in a unique position to contribute to the Foot, besides just being Shredder’s number one pupil.
Does the public wonder WTF happened to him? Did anyone investigate? Or did Shredder manage to shut down any inquiry into where Chris Bradford went? Did they make up a story about his death? Or just that he went off to go be a monk in the Himalayas somewhere?
Chris Bradford got kind of a raw deal, in my opinion. Like all the turtles villains, I wish he would have stayed human just a little bit longer, and that they would delve into these villains a little further. *sigh*
I’ve actually been dying to know, myself. You can’t have a celebrity suddenly cease to exist, Creators. Maybe they made up an excuse about how he’d fallen sick with some sort of illness. Maybe he’s coming up with new Katas. Maybe he’s taking an extended vacation. Maybe there were rumors spreading about alien abductions. After the Kraang invasion, I’d think anything is possible.
In order to know your enemy, you must become your enemy.
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“The rooftops.”
“If you miss me I’ll sniff you out.”
Welll then that didn’t sound strange. So– it was a deal? Ok. Rin offered a smile to Rahzar, and nodded. She began to walk away, leaving to change into other clothing before meeting him later on, feeling a bit uncomfortable for some odd reason. She was use to tight clothing, but since there was time she would rather wear something else.
“ Do you need me to do anything else? “ The inexperienced kunoich asked, turning her head to him.
"You've done enough for tonight." He spoke softly, almost gentlemanlike in his behaviors. Monstrous canine or not, that didn’t mean he was without a sense of common courtesy. And there was no reason for him to mistreat Rin, when she had done him a favor. "I'll be out for a while.. Show up whenever you’re ready.."
The mutant dog continued his way down the Chapel, towards the large awaiting doors that would serve as his exit. It was a beautiful night. The moon was full and bright, just beckoning him to come and howl. With any luck, he’d be able to have that private moment to himself without anyone else watching. Perfect.
Take Me To Church (Trxculent)
"We're not exactly the average date by any means though," Raph pointed out with a laugh of his own. Taking the opportunity to cuddle up to Rahzar, he also decided the canine’s ribcage was the perfect place to hide himself if he ever started displaying too many facial expressions. "Enemies, interspecies, adults with quite the age gap...I'd say sex before dinner on the first date is rather normal compared to the rest of this." Not to mention there might be more of it later, given Raphael had to ride out the rest of these pheromones somehow. Dinner first though; sex on an empty stomach could be quite unpleasant.
Rare sounded like the better choice of steak. Not quite raw, but not quite cooked. That was what rare meant, right? Or was that medium? Raph could only assume, knowing next to nothing about this food jargon and being unwilling to speak up and say as much. He had to look somewhat knowledgeable in front of Rahzar, or at least tolerant enough not to be picky. "Rare's fine," he said at last. "If I don't like it, I'll just deal. No need to get an entire restaurant worth of food to bring in here; we'll just attract more attention that way." Besides, even a glutton like Raph couldn’t handle that much food. He doubted even Michelangelo would get away without a stomach ache.
Actually hearing Rahzar laugh should have been creepy. It wasn't. Raphael laughed along with him, pressed a hand to his forehead while snuggling closer to the canine. "I can see that!" he agreed. "I'd kill to be able to watch it, too. I wonder how good a fighter he'd be if he was pitted against an actual sumo wrestler..."
A few moments were spent looking around Bradford’s room appreciatively. Being surrounded by Japanese décor on account of Master Splinter, Raphael had an appreciation for the stuff regardless of his heritage. It didn't matter to him if he had Japanese ancestry or not in his bloodline (and he was certain he didn't), all that mattered was that it reminded him of his family, of the life he had always known. It also reminded him of the dojo Bradford once owned, but he didn't comment on that. The reason for it was obvious enough: this was Rahzar's room, after all. "How exactly did you become an apprentice of the Shredder?" he asked. "I mean, I know Xever felt like he owed him for getting him out of prison. But there's gotta be some sorta story behind you working for him." One that Rahzar could tell without giving away too much information anyway. Not that there was anything Raphael didn't know at this point – or if he didn't know it, it was very well hidden – but hey, secrets were secrets. If Rahzar didn't want to talk about that, that was his choice.
“Enemies." There was no point in trying to convince anyone else otherwise. Up until now, the statement held some truth. For Raphael to mention such a thing while making himself comfortable against the beast? He gave a dangerous and conflicting message. There could've been the chance he didn't intend for his words to come across the way they did, but the canine made a note anyways. All the more reason to stay on his guard and keep a close eye on his guest.
"Might want to watch what you say.. while you're here.." Rahzar spoke, nudging his head against the youth’s shoulder after their laughter subsided. It wasn’t long until his hand started to creep its way down the turtle's thigh, claws giving off a ghostly but gentle touch. Eerily enough, the shadow that fell upon the other’s body looked like a faceless monster; a lurking creature just waiting to drag the terrapin into darkness. It made the dog’s next words rather ironic.
"There's only so much I can do to protect you."
After the youth had finished talking, it was apparent he was taking a moment to appreciate the contents of Bradford's room. His inquiry had the skeletal hound dumbfounded, never imagining the reptile would find ANYTHING he had to say about his personal life interesting. The internal struggle to share his story didn't last very long, a careful hand coming to rest against Raphael's leg as Rahzar then began to stroke. He'd offer a few words. Not much, but more than enough. Other secrets would be revealed over time once a sense of trust was earned.
"Shredder's curiosity.. initially brought him to me.." The dog took in a steady breath, thinking back. "I took interest in Martial Arts early on. I studied, trained, and looked into other styles on my own time. Took the best each had to offer and made it my own." There was a pause as he gave a tilt of his head. “I went through several mentors.. I wasn’t satisfied with what they had to teach me.. After that, I went on a search for a Sensei who could offer knowledge beyond what I already knew.. Never thought I’d find him.."
His claws had made their way to Raphael's lower leg at this point, digits tapping rhythmically one at a time. "Oroku Saki caught word of a prodigy, and came to witness my skills firsthand.. He wanted to see if I could hold my own.. If I was the real deal, or nothing more than a hoax.." The proposition Shredder had made upon their meeting; the promise of power he offered in exchange for Bradford’s allegiance. All in all, a lifetime of servitude to someone who offered more than the young man could have dreamed of seemed a small price to pay at the time.
The benefits of his loyalty had him living the high life for a while. Not to mention with Shredder's teachings, Bradford had gotten the Sensei he always wanted. "Skip ahead a couple of years.. Things were going great for the Foot Clan until you and your brothers showed up.." Hamato Yoshi should’ve stayed in hiding like the sewer rat he was. A thought Rahzar kept to himself, so as to not offend.
It was clear the canine was finished as he bumped his head against Raphael’s again, giving a rough nuzzle. He wasn't going to let the other get away without sharing something in return, and they had some time to spare before he put in an order for their food. “You know, there’s been talk going around about that extra large turtle.. The one that wears the black headband?.." He’d sit himself up patiently, giving Raphael his attention. “He doesn’t look like the rest of you.. But is there any relation between you two?..“
whatever happened to Hachiko? Is he still running around the lair and who's taking care of him??
“No sense in Shredder keeping a useless pet. It goes without saying, I’m the better watchdog around here.” If there’s one thing Rahzar isn’t going to admit to anyone, it’s the fact he’d have territorial feuds with the smaller canine. “He’s probably having fun in a dumpster, somewhere. Hachiko has a habit of leaving whenever he wants.“
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As soon as the mutant turned to look at him his stance visibly changed, getting into a more defensive stance just in case they decided to attack. They didn’t seem like they were looking for a fight, but it was always better to be safe then sorry.
His reply came delayed, deciphering in his head whether to tell the creature or not. Finally, coming to a decision, his eyes narrowed slightly.
‘ Why would I tell YOU that? ‘
"A bit spiteful, aren't you?.. And I just asked a question.." The turtle's reaction didn't cease to amuse the dog, and although it was hard to tell, Rahzar was definitely grinning. His eyes narrowed in a glare as he focused on the teenage mutant, tilting his head to one side. Unknown to Leonardo, he was on the look-out for someone. Some thing(s), more specifically. Foot Bots that were supposed to meet him at this location.
"This time of night.. You're either out on a mission.. Or you're having trouble sleeping.." He'd laugh again, releasing a soft growl as he relaxed his shoulders. Both arms came to rest on the floor as he crouched, as watchful as he had been when the youth first came around. "Wouldn't do you any good to start a fight.. You’ll attract unwanted attention.."
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“ you’ve come this far there is no backing down now I hope you know that. "He said as he got a devious look on his face both his hands grabbed large amounts of the mutants pelt holding him still as he started to hammer into him.
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