This is my first TMNT fic… I've recently gotten back in to it (since watching the 2007 film on TV the other day) and I've been looking at artwork on DA.
I noticed that lots of people drew them as little turtles (tots?) and so decided to write my own version of these… They're about eight years old in this fic and they look like this - .com/favourites/?offset=24#/d1040q5
(If that's your artwork first of all sorry for randomly putting a link to it and second thank you for the inspiration!)
This fic is set before they got their weapons…
~ o o O o o ~
Chapter One: Weapons
"That's mine!"
"You had the last piece!"
"Nuh-uh! Mikey did!"
The orange-clad turtle looked across the table at the mention of his name. His mouth was full of pizza and his hands were busy with a large pile of comics Master Splinter had found in the garbage.
Across from him his two oldest brothers were having a tug of war with the last slice of pizza. At eight years old the brothers each had their own personalities and at times these very different personalities clashed. This was one of those times.
"Give it to me!" Raphael pulled harder on the pizza slice and it finally gave up its fight for survival, ripping in half. Raph tumbled backwards off his chair, arms and legs flying in all directions, and landed with a loud crack! on his shell. He lay there for a moment, blinking, eyes wide with shock and Leo quickly stuffed the slice of abused pizza into his mouth. He smiled a full grin at his fallen brother. Raph's eyes narrowed. Leo gulped.
Donatello walked into the kitchen, excited to show his brothers his latest creation; it was a small flashlight with a piece of paper over the bulb. When he shone it at a wall the shadow of a turtle appeared, it made Donnie extremely proud, not only because he'd gotten the flashlight to work, but because he'd managed to draw a recognisable silhouette of a turtle. However, when he lifted the instrument above his head to show his brothers, Leo flew through the air towards him, knocking it from Donnie's hands.
"Donnie! Run, save yourself!" Mikey yelled as he ran towards his brother, waving his arms wildly.
"I'm gonna kill ya Leo!" Raph dived across the table, flipped onto his hands, grabbing two forks as he did so, and landed on top of Leo, pinning him to the floor. He crossed the forks at Leo's neck and spoke through gritted teeth, "That was my piece of pizza!"
Leo rolled his eyes but Raph just pressed harder. Tears began to prick Leo's eyes as the force from the forks began to hurt,
"Ow! Get off me Raph! You can have my piece next time!"
Raph ignored his brother's plea and continued to push the forks down onto Leo's neck. Suddenly something smacked the angry turtle on the back of the head. He looked round to see Mikey standing spinning something in his right hand, in his other hand he was holding two sausages; one was hanging from the other, he'd obviously just pulled them from a longer string. Mikey lifted the spinning sausages higher,
"Leave him alone dude!"
"Did you just hit me with a sausage?" Raph rubbed a hand across the back of his head.
That was all Leo needed; he slid out from under Raph's grip and jumped onto the table,
"Ha!" Leo laughed as Raph turned to face him, forks raised, ready to attack.
Leo bent down and picked up two knives from the table and spun them in his hands. He bent low, preparing to fight off Raphael's attack. Raph dived as Leo and Mikey jumped towards him; they all rolled off the table onto the kitchen floor as Donnie watched, bemused. The three brothers were a ball of green arms and legs as they rolled around clumsily. Suddenly there was a loud crunch! The ball of green stopped and they quickly untangled themselves to see which one of them had been hurt. They each checked their shells and limbs, unable to find any damage until, out of the blue, Donnie began to cry.
In his tiny hands Donatello held the broken shards of his flashlight; they glistened in the light as he carefully gathered them in his hand, being cautious not to cut himself on the glass.
"Uh oh," Mikey looked towards the other two turtles that had been fighting and they each exchanged a guilty glance.
Leo walked towards Donnie, the knives still in his hands, just in case Raph decided to pounce from behind. He picked up a piece of the flashlight and handed it to Donnie,
"Sorry Don, we didn't mean to."
Donnie didn't respond, he simply continued picking up the pieces, sniffing and wiping away his tears as he did so. Mikey slapped Raphael's shell with the sausages,
"Will you stop hitting me with those?" Raph chided.
Mikey frowned uncharacteristically and whispered, "It's your fault Raph! You broke it!"
Raph frowned and jabbed Mikey with one of his forks, "Is not! If Leo hadn't stolen my pizza-"
"- I didn't steal your pizza!" Leo dropped the shards of glass he'd gathered, momentarily forgetting Donnie's broken toy, and marched towards Raph with his hands on his hips, "It was my piece! You're just greedy!"
The turtles continued to shout at one another as Donnie picked up the last of his broken gizmo. He turned to walk out of the kitchen but was faced with a wall of fluffy, grey fur. His eyes travelled up the wall to the rat's wise face,
"Master Splinter!"
Donnie dropped the shards of flashlight and hugged the rat tightly, letting the last of his tears flow freely. Splinter rested his walking stick against the table and embraced Donnie with loving arms. When the small turtle finally let go, Splinter walked towards his other three sons and separated them.
"What is all this nonsense my sons?"
Leo stood up a little straighter, trying to be taller than Raphael no doubt, and spoke sternly, "Raphael blamed me of stealing his pizza!"
Raph crossed his arms firmly across his chest and stuck his tongue out at Leo. Mikey turned to his father,
"They were fighting Sensei, I was trying to break it up."
Splinter sighed and rubbed his forehead, "There is no need for violence. Sometimes your words can be more powerful than actions," his tail twitched towards the broken flashlight, "and sometimes your actions can be undignified."
"Yes Master Splinter," the three turtles spoke in unison and Splinter couldn't help but smile.
"Now, I think you had better apologise to your brother," Splinter turned to face Donatello, as did the three turtles, and gasped at what he saw.
Donnie had picked up the walking stick and was spinning it around and around in his hands, he tossed it in the air and caught it, then he swept it behind his back and brought it horizontal in front of his chest. He looked at his brothers, all traces of tears gone from his face, and began to charge.
Leo flinched and Raph stood in front of Mikey, ready to take the first blow, but Splinter stood in front of them all. Donnie stopped, skidding to a halt, and the rat held out his hand,
"May I have my stick back please?"
Donnie's eyes kept flickering from the broken shards on the floor to the stick in his hand and back again. Finally he gave in and handed the walking stick back to its rightful owner. He bowed his head,
"Sorry Sensei."
Splinter patted Donnie's shell, "It is alright my son, you chose not to act on your anger. I am proud of you."
Donnie smiled and stepped towards his brothers. Slowly Splinter's eyes drifted towards his youngest son, he raised a sceptical eyebrow,
"Michelangelo, what are you doing with those sausages?"
Thanks for reading!
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I'll probably write more of these little stories if enough of you enjoyed it…
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