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Michelangelo was known for giving names for mutants as well as items.  One day, he gave you your own nickname; Fluffy.  Why?  Because you were on the chubby side.  Of course, you get along well with the other turtles but you and Michelangelo were pretty close.  You secretly harbored a crush on the hyperactive turtle for a long time, he was really sweet and fun to hang out with.  Even when you're having a rough day, seeing that adorable smile of his would almost make your day a whole lot better.  Since today was a teacher work day, you thought it would be fun to spend most of the day at the lair.  Every time you came in, Michelangelo would alm

    Master Splinter was about to leave for the surface for more supplies. "I'm leaving boys, I will return soon." The little turtles didn't even notice their father except the blue masked one. "Goodbye, father."    Master Splinter started up to the surface. When he was above the manhole, he peeked out to see if it was clear to surface. No one was around so he quickly climbed out. As he was about to go search for supplies, he heard multiple voices and footsteps approaching quickly. He hid in the shadows before he was discovered. He was about to leave when he saw you being surrounded by a group of men.    Your P.O.V   'Darn it! They caught

Just a quick note before you read! You are blind, such said as in the title, and you use your feet to tell where you are what is around you, by sensing vibrations, weight, ect. Your hearing and smelling is also better than a average human. You are also 15 years of age. And you don't know the turtles are turtles just yet. Sorry for the delay, and please, enjoy the story. ^_^ -- Gripping your arm tightly with one hand, you make your way down the dark empty sidewalks of New York City. Your arm throbbed in pain, as for your mother had just gone through with beating you, yet again. It was a wonder how others didn't know about it. You lived in a

 It had only been two months since his death. The pain was still over whelming. It was like drowning in the ocean, even though you were laying in bed, listening to a depressing song on your iPod and staring blankly up at your ceiling. At the thought of drowning, you began to cry again. It wasn’t fair, oh how it wasn’t fair he was dead... Ben had been a close friend of yours since elementary school and you’d been blessed to stay with him for each school year. The two of you always disappeared during lunch to talk about video games and Ben, true to his nature, would make a few perverted jokes. The relationship never really e

You expertly folded the small square of paper. Folding and folding and folding until it resembled a crane. You smiled at your work of art and hung it to the foremast of the Thousand Sunny, along with two or three (or maybe twenty) of your other creations. You reached for another piece of paper when your ecstatic captain bounded up to you. Truth be told, you harbored a small crush for Luffy. You very well couldn't tell him since he probably didn't know what a crush was. You internally sighed at this as you smiled at him. "[Name], whatcha doin'?" he asked. "Origami," you answered. "Eh?" Luffy said, obviously not knowing what it was. "You take

CHAPTER 1 GO DIE!! FREAK! UGLY! WEIRDO! GO AWAY! DIE!!! You hated people.especially the villagers in your clan.You hated every last one of them why should it be you who dies why not them..yes why not them.. It was a rainy night when you did it.You looked around you and fled from the horrible sight of what you had done.You ran as fast as your legs could carry you out of your clan's village and into the woods.When you were finally far from your village you plopped down under a large tree to catch your breath.You looked down at your hands,they were covered in blood.You had blood all over you,your clothes,a little on your face and a littl

TobiXReader Finders Keepers You were a top class ninja doing some solo training in the woods when you heard the explosion. It shook the ground and knocked over the training dummys you were practicing some new fire techniques on. You even dropped to your knees from the shear force of the blast. After the shaking stopped you tried to clear the ringing in your ears with a jutsu your sensei and best friend showed you. Once the ringing stopped you heard the screams of a teenage boy. Jumping to your feet, you start to sprint towards the noise, your (hair length) (color) hair blowing behind you in the breeze. When you were close to the sound, you

Luke’s  POV            “Lucas Hemmings! Get out of bed and get ready for school”, my mum yells from my doorway. I groan, and slowly make my way to the bathroom to get ready for school. I brush my teeth and hair. Then I throw some clothes on; I decide on black skinny jeans, a black Misfits tank top, and black combat boots. I walk down the stairs to the kitchen, and give my mum a kiss on the cheek. “Bye Mum, I love you.” “I love you too, luke, but please try to stay out of trouble today.” “I don’t get into trouble mum, trouble finds me”, I say as I walk out the door. I don’t dr

Just one though, a simple thought that pushed itself to the front of your brain, pestered you constantly from morning till evening. Sanji. It was most certainly about Sanji, and a little something about his facial features that irked you to no end when it came up once again, from two years ago, and now. Leaning on the counter, your butt pressing into the steel bar with a red cushion wrapped around it, you eyed Sanji’s back while he cooked away, the scents of the dinner to come flooding the ship and your nostrils. Though he knew you were here, he didn’t exactly know why you were in the first place. Drifting upwards, your gaze foll

My father was an incredible man, he would always be there for me when I needed him make me laugh when I was upset, he would hold me as I cried, he would help me fight away my fears. Everyday he would greet me as I came home from school he would always praise me for my report card. He loved me and I loved him, he was a brilliant man, but after my mother died things changed. As the days rolled by the more I watched as my father sink more and more into depression since the death of my mother seven years ago he wasn't the same it hit us both hard and when I say hard I mean hard. He no longer smiled, laughed or even seemed interested in the activ