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ʏᴇᴀʀ年: 200X

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ場所: ɴʏᴄ, ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ

ᴛɪᴍᴇ時間: Friday, ᴀ qᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ 8

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"Kirakira-Sama! I have your Sugoi Cutesy Cutesy Honey Toast delight! Would you like me to keep it in the fridge for the time being? Your next performance is in 5!" Ms. O'Neal calls out to me, entering inside the trailer. I was to caught up in my phone to even hear what she said fully. My cheeks were heated and a smile never left my face.

"Kirakira-Sama?...[Y/N]?...hello?" She calls out again. Making my head perk up. "~gasp!~ Ms. O'Neal! I'm sorry! I didn't hear you had came in!...s..o..r..r...y..! Oh oh! Look! He did it again!! Right now!!" I stand up from my seat. Running over to her and showing her my phone. (Docomo Fujitsu F-06D Nicola)

The news article, prominently displayed on the front page, detailed the incredible and daring feat of the alleged vigilante known as the 'Nightwatcher,' who had successfully thwarted a bank robbery in the city, detaining the four criminals responsible before surrendering them to the authorities. The dramatic event unfolded just today, sending shockwaves through the community as they marveled at the Nightwatcher's impressive display of bravery and quick thinking. Despite the heroic act, the mysterious vigilante's true identity still remains a mystery, shrouded in secrecy as the city continues to buzz with speculation and admiration for the enigmatic figure. The citizens remain both grateful for the vigilante's vigilance in keeping the city safe and intrigued by the cloak of mystery that surrounds the Nightwatcher, adding an air of mystique and excitement to the everyday lives of the local residents. As the narrative of the Nightwatcher's heroics continues to captivate the public's imagination, the question of who this masked crusader truly is lingers on, creating an aura of suspense and intrigue that further adds to the allure of this modern-day superhero.

April sighs but giggled when seeing my facial expressions. "Still falling hard for him I see?" She teased making me hug my phone to my chest. "Don't you see! A hero is what this place needs! He's so kind hearted and is willing to clean up the villainous mess this whole place is in... ~sighs~" I fall back into the crouch. April placing my dessert on the table.

"I gotta repect the guy. But the police don't seem to happy...maybe because someone is actually doing their job good for once. But c'mon, don't tell me your actually in love with this vigilante? What if he's some craze Batman lunatic fan who's like 50 years old...who's incredibly great at martial arts apparently-"

I throw a stuff plushy of me at her. Making her shut up. My whole face was red. I place my hand on my cheeks and scream internally. "Why would you say that!!! Now I can't get it out of my head, jerk!! ~pouts!~ I don't care what he looks like regardless...And I'm not in love!! I'm just a REALLY big fan!! He's so cool!" Jumping back up and looking out the window of my trailer. The lights of New York shined up the sky. It was so beautiful...

"~clear throat~ As much as I love watching you fangirl over a mysterious hero...Your on live in 1 minute." April says to me. The realization not kicking in until a few seconds. "WHAAA! I'M SO LATE!! I NEED TO FIX MY HAIR!" I yell out. Quickly fixing up my hair, and adjusting my dress. My shoes all shiny and polished, and my skin covered in spray on glitter. April giggling at my reaction and fast pace. "I'm going to hurt you after this show, O'Neal!" I yell at her. Slamming the door of my trailer as I leave...

I open it back up. "I didn't mean it. Thank you for trying to warn me. I love you, Aunty April." I give her a kiss on the cheek. Leaving back out the trailer. Making my way slowly and carefully through the bustling backstage area, I observed that everyone was diligently stationed at their designated positions, ready for the upcoming event. As I approached, I couldn't help but notice the varied expressions on their faces - some beamed with excitement, others radiated nerves, while a few individuals appeared to be on the brink of tears due to the delay caused by my tardiness. The tension in the air was palpable, a mix of anticipation and impatience as we all waited for the show to begin. The weight of my lateness hung heavy in the atmosphere, creating an uneasy energy amongst the team. I knew I had to quickly regain control of the situation and ensure that my delay did not jeopardize the smooth running of the event.

As the makeup crew delicately applied the finishing touches to my look, and the stylist team ensured every detail was perfect, a sense of anticipation filled the air. With all eyes focused on me, illuminated by the bright lights highlighting my figure, I took a moment to center myself. Inhaling deeply, I felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body, heightening my senses. The heart-shaped microphone held firmly in my hand, I could feel the weight of expectation resting upon my shoulders as I prepared to step into the spotlight. The room buzzed with energy, the air crackling with excitement as the moment of performance drew near. Embracing the nerves that fluttered in my chest, I channeled them into a calm resolve, ready to share my voice with the world. The stage was set, the audience eagerly waiting, and I was poised to give it my all, ready to shine under the glow of the spotlight that awaited me.

As the curtains fling open with a grand flourish, a surge of energy fills the room. The once boisterous crowd, now hushed in admiration, transitions seamlessly into reverent cheers. A grin of satisfaction spreads across my face, and I deliberately widen my eyes to capture the moment. With a graceful twirl, I watch as the shimmering glitter cascades from my body, catching the spotlights that in turn create a radiant halo around me.

The glowing particles dance in the air, enhancing the enchanting spectacle of the entire scene. Each speck of glitter seems to tell a story of its own, adding depth and magic to the performance. The audience, captivated by the ethereal display, is transported into a world of wonder and beauty. The amalgamation of light, movement, and sound creates an ambiance of pure bliss and euphoria that envelops everyone present in an unforgettable experience. And in that moment, I am not just a performer; I am a creator of dreams, weaving a tapestry of enchantment that lingers long after the final curtain falls, etching an indelible memory in the hearts and minds of all who bore witness.As I stood on stage, pouring my heart and soul into every note I sang and every movement I made, the music intertwined with my emotions, creating a connection with the audience that was truly special. I gazed out into the crowd, and I couldn't help but smile as I saw the numerous happy faces looking back at me. The overwhelming feeling of joy swept over me as I realized the impact my performance was having on everyone present.

It was a powerful moment knowing that through music, I was able to bring people together, to touch their hearts and souls with the melodies and lyrics that resonated so deeply within me. The happiness that filled me in that instant was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was a beautiful convergence of my passion for music and the ability to spread positive emotions, making the world a little brighter through the power of song.

Sometimes the world really is such a wonderful place. And I wish to be able to spread positivity around the globe. I've been told I'm acting or am deluded. However, that is untrue. Nothing will cause me to lose faith in people's goodness. And I'll do it my way to save the world!

~The Kirakira-Sama way!~

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.·:*¨ ✘Raphael✘ ¨*:·.

I stare down at the city beneath me. Standing on the edge of one of the apartment roofs. Looking at the cops arresting the junkies I just beat to a pulp for attempting to rob a city bank not long ago. I scoff...What's going on in this town? Ever since the Shredder was vanquished, every wannabe gangster in existence has attempted to take over the city... And, as always, it fails terribly.

My armor was partly wounded and dented from one of the guys shooting a damn 45 caliber! I made sure to break something of his in return...possibly more than one. The memory makes me laugh. I looked at the time on my phone and realized I was fuckin' late.

"Aw shit! How could I have lost track of time so completely?" Leaping off the rooftop and landing with precision. I made a loud, rough noise while doing this. Glancing to be sure nobody was in the alley. The sheet over my shell cycle being removed. admiring my baby with adoring eyes. It was a sport bike, ruby red. This is one of the three things in this world that I love.

I get on my bike and turn it on. My hands gripped the leather handlebar. Twisting my wrist, I hear the engine grow louder with each turn. Remembering exactly where the concert will be held. The anticipation and enthusiasm could not be seen outside of my body. But I could definitely feel it on the inside.

Speeding past incoming traffic, not wanting to be any later than I already was. The last thing I wanted was to miss this. Especially being late home. I don't want to raise suspicion or concern among my brothers... including Master Splinter....

"I don't know what's even more embarrassing. Getting caught being the vigilante "Nightwatcher" who's been pissing off the New York police station for over a year now..."

I finally made it. The sound of loud pop music and the aroma of sugar and sweets filled my nostrils. I parked my bike near the woods so it couldn't be seen. I quickly removed my armor and slipped on a large trench coat, scarf, and beanie. I approached the front entrance and handed my ticket to the security guard.

"....Or them finding out I'm a die hard fanboy for a popular famous idol..."

I was in the front of the crowd, looking up at the stage. There she was, dazzling than any star in the night sky. She was just cute. How can something in this sad world be so...kawaii? Not to mention how compassionate she was. All of the money she makes from these shows and the merchandise she sells is donated to charity and those in need. I sincerely wish I could read her thinking. And look at how positive she is all the time.

When I listen to her songs. My wrath vanishes in an instant. I got everything from her. To her albums, brands, merchandise, and even autographs... I vividly recall the first time I learned about her. It was the best accident of my life.

"You all are to kind! Thank you so much for coming tonight! I just want to let all of you know, that I am really grateful to have you all here. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you guys. This is all you. So, I dedicate this song to all of you, my lovelies." Her cheerful pitch voice speaks into her microphone. Blowing out a kiss to the crowd.

...Was I seriously blushing right now? Yes, I was. And I wasn't ashamed of it either. Man, would I do anything to shake her hand or, at least talk to her. Tch, yeah right...Me! A talking mutant turtle who lives in the sewer...talk to a literal angel!

...Keep dreaming, Raph.

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