My muse hit me while in the middle of a Teen Wolf fic called "Prince among Wolves" over on Archive of Our Own (AO3) and TADA hence another chapter. Like OMG People seem to like cuddly turtles and I happen to agree with them. ONTO The next chapter!

Disclaimer: I no own TMNT. If I suddenly did, WELL better get the Council ready cause we are splitting it….

~~~The Simple Art of Making You Mine~~~

The air was cold, biting and clawing at Raph's skin as he rode his Harley. His communicator had yelled at him a few times but he ignored it in favor of looking for his missing brother under the guise of going for a ride. He did not want to talk to Leo, Splinter or anyone till he found Donnie. He was racing away from where Don was last seen, knowing there wasn't going to be anything there. Instead, the red banded turtle was heading deeper, into the side shader than the seedy side of town. A place the cops would never go, even if there was someone in there who could help with an investigation.

Hence, the best place to start looking for Don. He knew his way around this part of town. Mostly due to him not wanting to bum money off of Cody and joining underground fighting rings. Turtle can make some serious bank in one night. Raph slowed down to slide into his usual spot at a bar simply known as The Cage. Raph made his way inside, the bouncer barely looking at him. The tallest ninja had gained a small rep here. If you don't mess with him, he wouldn't mess with you. Never caused any trouble for the patrons, till he entered the namesake of the bar. The Cage. A 20 ft by 25 ft steel cage that stood 15 feet high. It sat in the middle of the bar, the building made around the metal box. The bars of The Cage were 3 ft apart and 5 inches thick. it was well kept for the most part. It had some dings and rough spots but it had seen much since its creation 75 years ago when the wrestling world went more docile.

Raph found it shortly after his own wrestling debacle and thoroughly enjoyed coming here every Saturday night. He was the reigning champion of The Cage and would keep the Title till he left for his own time. But right now, he wasn't here for a fight. He was here for information. Best way to do that was to sit and listen to the drunks who had too loose lips. And if he had to crack a few skulls later, well that what The Cage was for. Raph made his way through the crowd, ignoring the cheers and hoots for the fight going on inside. After picking his way through drunks, fending off his ass from more than a few flirtatious patrons (tentacle hands creep him out. Just shudder worthy) he finally managed to make it to the bar and ordered a Kraken.

He kept one eye on the crowd as the barkeep went to get him some spice rum, the other eye on who was fighting. He could see one was a small scrawny looking male and the other was a tall, lithe female. Raph didn't even wince as the guy was thrown into the side of The Cage, unlike most of the crowd. Raph ignored the crowd's cheering, grasping his glass. One perk of being The Champ was the unlimited free drinks as long as he held it and Raph abused it as much as possible, like right now. The red banded nin took his drink and began to slowly wander the crowd, ears open to anything that might be a lead. On his third sweep of the crowd, he saw something that made him almost break his glass. It was a member of Hammerhead's little crew. He could recognize that glowing cape from anywhere. Using every drop of shinobi training, Raph slid his way to where the guy was standing in line to enter The Cage.

The punk was chatting with another person (being? Raph lost track on how many races where in here. This one looked male but he had no idea. Female?) and Raph sidled up behind them, silently listening.

"Is the Auction on?" asked the being, anticipation dripping from their tone.

The wannabe gangster giggled, apparently had some drinks. "Yep! We even have a few that no doubt the Boss will sell for lots of credits!"

The being curled their hand around the punk's hip. "Oh? Like?"

Before the gangster could open his mouth, the bouncer operating the door of The Cage hollered, "NEXT!"

Raph wanted to strangle the bouncer but decided to do the next best thing. "Hey bub! What's up?"

That caused the bouncer to look at the turtle before laughing. "Well this is a surprise! Never thought I would see The Champ in here on a Thursday."

The punk who just entered The Cage paled and looked like he was going to piss himself. One rule of The Cage, once you entered, you have to stay until you are either knocked out, killed or dragged out. And the poor kid was going to be pinned against 315 pounds of pissed off Raphael in less that 45 seconds.

Raph gave a feral grin and climbed into The Cage, the people in line vanished in a heartbeat due to knowing who he was. "Oh, just needed some air. Better put this aggression to use am I right?"

A female voice called out, "I can think of another way to use it!"

That caused laughter to dance through the crowd. Raph managed to keep the blush down before replying, "Let me knock some folks around then we'll see!"

The emerald skinned male ignored the squeals coming from the females (and a few males if he wasn't mistaken) and brought his undivided attention to the quaking form of Hammerhead's goon. The 6'6 turtle cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders and slid into a stance, gold eyes searing into the kid's soul.

The punk gulped, fear rolling off him in waves. "L-Listen! I ain't scared of you!"

The feral grin came back, showing off more teeth than necessary. Sometimes, Raph liked having sharper teeth than his brothers for it came in handy, like right now. "Is that right? Well how about a deal kid?"

The punk eyed him, never letting Raph get behind him as the two began to circle. "What kind of a deal?"

"If you tell me about this Auction and whatever the hell your boss Hammerhead is up too, then I promise I'll go easy on you." told the taller male.

The goon narrowed his eyes, "And if I refuse?"

The look that came over Raph's face was enough for the kid to pale even more and freeze. "You'll still tell me kid. But now, I ain't going to go easy on you."

And with that, Raph pounced.

~~~The Simple Art of Making You Mine~~~

When Raph finally left The Cage 2 hours later, he felt a lot better. Not only did he managed to get the punk to tell him everything, he managed to also keep his Title. For after the kid (and the spewing of both guts) a new challenger decided to go after Raph. The the guy's buddy after the ass whupping the ninja dished out. Then another one after that. After going a couple more rounds that never lasted more than 5 minutes, he had enough and decided to relay his newly found information to his fearless leader. And all the information took was the complete inhalation of some poor punk's ability to hold a secret.

Raph placed his helmet on and swung a leg on his bike when he heard a voice. He glanced up to see a beautiful pink furred woman who wore damn near nothing. Her top barely kept her breasts covered and her so called skirt was so fucking short it did nothing to cover up the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear. On any other night, Raph would be no doubt with her in a bed above The Cage but right now, he wanted nothing more than to find his brother. She approached him and stood next to his bike.

He stared at her for a second before she spoke, "If you wish to know about the Auction, all you had to do was ask sugar. Now I have to ask, you got a date to that Auction?"

Raph sat up on his bike, gloved hand curling around the handle. "Why you asking?"

The woman rolled her eyes, "Calm down." she pulled a mini tablet from nowhere (Raph didn't even want to think where she was keeping it) After a couple taps, she pulled up a picture of a girl who looked similar to herself. "I am looking for my sister but the police are no help. My only lead is this Auction going down. It sounds like you are missing someone as well."

Raph looked at the picture before looking at the girl. "My brother was taken. And how do I know that you are not lying?"

"My name is Ga'ari and I need to find my sister. She is all I have left in this world. You are looking for your brother. Let's help each other out. I am guessing the police haven't found much either." she said, cocking her hip. "I have nothing else left but my sister. I have no reason to lie to you."

Raph again just looked at her before sighing. "Fine. Shake on it."

He held out his hand and the second she grasped it, Raph dragged her close, gold eyes searing into her neon green ones. Fear glinted in her eyes as she was held in a grip that made it so if Raph wanted to, he could easily hurt her.

"If I find that you are lying to me honey, no deity on this planet or beyond will be able to help you from my wrath. Am I understood?"

Ga'ari gulped and nodded. "Understood."

Raph nodded and released her. He reached behind him and pulled out another helmet from one of his saddle bags. He threw it at her, much to her confusion. "Get on. Better have you talk to my eldest brother and Master before getting you in on any plan."

The pink furred girl scowled but complied. She sat behind him and squeaked when the Harley roared to life. Raph grinned from behind his helmet, revving the engine for a second before tearing out of the parking lot. He made his way up the highway towards the Penthouse, wondering how his brother was doing…

~~~The Simple Art of Making You Mine~~~

Yeah did not mean for this to happen but once I started writing, it just kept flowing ^^; my bad guys. ANYWAY no Donnie this chapter? Guess ya'll know what that means right? Rescue? Or not? Ya'll decide. Again, this fic was commissioned by the ever so lovely Frankenpup!