Title: "Weapon of Choice"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary: It's time for the Turtles to pick their weapons.
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 21 March, 2012
Challenge: For a TMNT-Tuesdays LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, Splinter, Leonardo, all other characters mentioned within, and The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are ﾩ & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author. The lyrics/song used is ﾩ & TM Billy Idol, also not the author. Everything else is ﾩ & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"Choose your weapons wisely, my sons," Splinter instructed, his tail swishing. He stepped back, allowing his young and growing pupils room.
Leonardo strode forward first. He picked up the katana without doubt and surveyed the beautiful sword's gleam. It was elegant and the traditional weapon of the Samurai warrior he yearned to become. He stepped back, fully satisfied that he had made the right choice.
Donatello came next. He instantly averted the shiny, deadly blades and looked instead to the wooden weapons which could not so easily kill. He lifted the numchuckas. They whirled around and almost hit him in the face. He immediately laid them back down and reached for the staff instead. He weighed it carefully in his hands. Then he swept it through the air, imagining it hitting his enemies and knocking them down. Smiling, he stepped back into line.
Michelangelo grinned and rubbed his hands together in gleeful anticipation. He had been the last to arrive when they had been picking their colors for their bandanas. The pizza man had been late, and that'd made him late in turn. Besides, as the youngest, he usually got the final choice and whatever his brothers had not selected. He was excited to not be last this time and wondered how Raphael would feel when he discovered stomping out in his latest temper tantrum had robbed him of any real choice in weapons.
Mikey walked boldly forward, looked at the sais and numchuckas, and immediately picked up the numchuckas. They were the one weapon out of all those Master Splinter had trained them on so far with which Mikey actually felt comfortable. He grinned, whirling his weapon of choice.
Splinter walked forward. "Is that your final decisions, my sons?"
"Yeah." Mikey beamed; his brothers murmured their agreement.
Splinter looked up; Raphael finally entered. "Raphael," he called, and Mikey took his place with his brothers. "Come and pick up your weapon, my son."
"I don't need any weapon. My fists'll be just fine." Nonetheless, Raph came as his Master instructed and picked up a sai. Though he couldn't see him, he knew Mikey was making faces behind his shell. He threw the sai at him without turning around. Mikey yelped, sucking his head into his shell; the sai barely missed him.
"Raphael!"
"I know, I know. Ten flips." He started his punishment, thinking to himself that sais would do just fine. They were as deadly and swift as he himself. He would've chosen them himself if he'd been given a choice.
Master Splinter watched his son, so full of anger, flip throughout the room before returning his attention to his three better behaved disciples. His tail swished. "You have chosen well, my sons." Indeed they had, even if Raphael hadn't been present as Splinter would've liked. Their weapons fit them as well as their colors; they were now ready for the next step of their training. "Let us begin," he spoke, smiling proudly at his children, and led them on.
The End