Hey everyone, this is the sequel to my other TMNT fanfic "Big Bro Donatello". I had quite a few fans on my last story, so I hope they'll read this one too and I really hope you will like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT, Naomi is the only character I own.
Please enjoy! ^^
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It was another one of those nights. Compared to defeating the Foot and surviving Dimension X, those small crimes in New York City were nothing! Sometimes, it was even boring.
It was six years after the Turtles first met April. In all those years, still only very few people knew of their existence. And the people who did know, became close friends. And with much more peace around them, life became much easier for the Turtles.
Leonardo was mostly training with his swords and meditating with his former sensei, Splinter.
Raphael was also dedicated to fighting, only he wasn't really into meditating, so he was spending most of his time doing aiming practice and improving techniques with his sai.
Michelangelo was spending a lot of time on his skateboard or watching TV. Over the years, he did start to develop some interest for drawing. Whenever he was bored, he took a pencil and just started drawing. Mostly, he drew humans or himself. Of course, he did also train regularly.
Donatello's inventing skills had improved significantly during their long, long battle against the Foot. Of course, many of them didn't work in the end, but nowadays, he was mainly busy fixing or improving them.
One day, when Donatello entered his working place, he noticed what a mess it was. He decided to take a day off from fixing his machines to clean the place up a little.
Man, how did it even get this far?! It'll take hours to clean this up! Ahw well, better get some boxes or something.
But it was not that easy. Donatello, the perfectionist that he was, sorted everything from small to big, from A to Z, from sort to sort and even from new to old. At the end of the day, when he was almost done, he found something he didn't recall making in the first place.
A wristband?
He put it around his wrist and pushed the button on it. For a few seconds, some kind of shield was all around him, but then the machine broke and the shield disappeared again. Sparks were coming off the wristband and Donatello threw it in the floor in a reflection. After a few more sparks, the machine was out.
When did I make this? Can't be one of my better machines, that's for sure.
Then he remembered something vaguely.
I didn't make this alone… Someone helped me. April? No way. Maybe… Irma? Nah, that's not right. Did I even know them when I made this?
He remembered a childlike laughter.
A kid?!
Had they ever met a kid? He didn't think so. Or…
Naomi?
How did that name pop into his head?
That's right! The first human we ever met wasn't April, it was Naomi! I haven't thought about her for years! Wow… she must be about sixteen right now. Almost old enough to look after herself. I wonder if she did end up living with that old guy. He did say he wanted to adopt her, but did he really do it?
He shook his head.
What's the point? What are the odds of seeing Naomi again, anyway?
He looked at the wristband.
I can fix this thing. Might come in handy someday.
"Donatello," he heard Leonardo say from the door opening. "Pizza's ready. Wow, you've cleaned up the place!"
"Yeah," said Donatello, "and look what I found."
He hesitated before picking up the wristband. No more sparks. He showed it to Leonardo.
"Umm… I thought your inventions didn't explode anymore," said Leonardo.
"I made this with Naomi," explained Donatello. "Six years ago."
"Naomi?" repeated Leonardo. "Who is… wait, the little girl? That girl we saved back then, who lived with us for a while? Runaway Naomi?"
"Yeah," said Donatello. "I'd almost forgotten about her."
"We should have!" said Leonardo. "Splinter-sempai* had told us back then to forget about her."
*Sempai is a suffix which is attached to the name of someone who is in a higher grade than you in school, has worked longer in a company than you, or in this case, someone who has been doing martial arts longer than you. Leonardo started calling him sempai ever since Splinter had told them he was no longer their Sensei, their guide. Leonardo, however, wanted to learn more from him and gain more experience by training with him.
"I know," said Donatello, "but I couldn't help but remembering when I saw this."
"Well, just make sure you don't mention her name in front of the others," said Leonardo. "Splinter-sempai will think you disobeyed him."
Donatello nodded and put the wristband on his desk.
But… why do I get the feeling I should go look for her?
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A short first chapter, I know, but hey, it's only the introduction (A). I'll upload the next one real soon. Thanks for reading! ^^ And please let me know what you think (although this was a rather boring chapter...). Bye bye!
