Figure in the Shadow Chapter 1, a ninja turtles fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

I did some editing in this chapter, but it doesn't have to be read over. I just fixed some grammatical errors and changed a few words to help the chapter flow a little better. Nothing major was changed.

Raphael saw the shadowy figure standing above him. A strange desire washed over him. It was a new feeling, one that he had never experienced before. In the light that spilled from behind the shadowy figure, Raphael could make out the smooth muscled arms crossed in front of the hard chest. In his intoxicated state, he could see the vague outline of the newcomer; the hint of green outlined against the blackness told him that this presence was someone he knew well. Why did he have these feelings in the pit of his stomach? It must be the beer right? Where did this sudden interest come from? And most importantly why was he suddenly so attracted to this figure? The alcohol numbed the feeling which would normally be horror and disgust at these strange new emotions.

Reaching out, Raphael attempted to grasp at what he knew deep in his subconscious was unattainable. The figure offered no hand in help. Instead the figure glared at him through the darkness. The eyes gave no hint of reciprocating the feelings Raphael now suddenly found himself drowning and losing himself in.

Dropping his hand back to his lap, Raphael attempted to assess his situation. Here he was drunk out of his fucking tree on a roof top, lost in New York. Huh, that really sucked. He never got lost in New York, but after his fight with his older brother, he found himself in a small quiet bar, seated in a booth away from the crowd. He was safely wrapped in a long trench coat and a fedora, losing himself in the rum and smoky haze that filled the darkened corner he confined himself to.

The woman who had approached him while he was drowning in liquor and his own anger was probably in her forties. She had been the kind of woman, who probably would have been attractive when she was young, but time had caught up with her, and the years of drinking and cigarettes had clawed its way into her youth like a monster that had sucked the life out of her soul. She was to thin to be healthy, premature wrinkles and age spot were beginning to catch up with the years of abuse she had put her body through.

"Hey stranger" she greeted him with a hoarseness to her voice that Raphael would have found sexy if not for the fact he knew it was due to the long time abuse she brought upon herself. "Haven't seen you around here before"

Little conversation on her part was all it took for Raphael to follow the narrow hips and fluffy hair into the men's room. The next thing he knew, he had the nameless woman pinned up against the wall in one of the stalls in the men's room. Once they had gotten off and she was in a state of ecstasy, moaning to herself with her eyes closed, Raphael took the opportunity to slip off quietly using what ninja like stealth he could muster up in his drunken haze.

It wasn't long after when he found himself on a roof top trying to gather his bearings and figure out where the hell he was, when in front of him appeared this vision, so to speak. The light of the moon that revealed all the beautifully carved features of the well toned body in front of him sent shivers down his spine before he realized who it even was.

It was Leo.

After unsympathetically watching his brother for a few moments, and refusing to help his intoxicated brother to his feet, Leonardo finally grabbed Raphael's upper arm and pulled him up to his feet. Leo could smell the alcohol long before he had even found his brother. He wasn't sure if he was more pissed off or more worried about his brother. Raphael was always the more reckless one out of the brothers, but he wasn't the type of person who would get completely wasted and lost in the city unless he was at home or with a friend like Casey.

"Come on Raph" Leo grunted as he slung Raphael's arm around his shoulder. "You've been gone for hours and we've all been worried sick about you" Leo scolded in spite of the fact he knew that he knew it would do no good to lecture Raphael, especially since he clearly was shit faced and would not remember in the morning.

Once he got his brother into the sewers and into safety from the public eye, Leo felt a twinge of relief. Once they had reached the bottom of the ladder, Leo found himself waving a hand in front of his brother's face. Raphael's gaze seemed to be transfixed somewhere between Leo's lower plastron and his knees. Once Raph snapped out whatever world his mind had wondered to, he met his brother's gaze momentarily the looked away quickly in what Leo would have normally pegged as embarrassment. But this was Raph, and he never understood what was going through his brother's crazy head, so he passed it off as nothing more than drunken stupidity.

Back at the lair, Leo helped his brother to his room as he prepared for the angry lecture he planned to deliver to his brother in the morning before practice. Once he had Raphael tucked into bed, he was slightly shocked when Raphael's hand momentarily reached up and touched his cheek almost tenderly before drifting off into sleep.