My brother is dead. I saw him get burned. Or, at least, I thought. I was in New York, fiveteen years after the death of my brother, when I walked past a pet store. A glass display of turtles were at the window. It took everything I had not to run away from my brother's favorite animal. I walked up to the display, anyway. I grinned as I remembered the times my brother and I used to have.
"Hamoto! Hamoto!" I yelled as I ran towards my older brother. He had to be around 12, so I had to be around 7. My brother turned to face me. He and his best friend, Oranoto Sakio, were praticing nija skills. I showed him my new pet. Hamoto smiled.
That's when I heard it. My brother's voice. "Akiyoshi?" I turned around. A dark figure ,wearing a cloak, stood behind me. "Hamoto? You're alive?!" That's when I saw it. Hamoto's eyes. No matter what transmation he went through, or whatever burns he had, I could tell Hamoto because of his eyes. "It's really you!" We hugged. "But, but I thought you died," I said, trying to hold back tears. "Come with me. I have to explain some stuff to explain," my brother said.
"Why are we going in the sewer?" I asked. Hamoto pulled off his hood. I gasped. He was a rat!? "Wh-what th-the h-hell?" I asked. "It's a long story."
"He's your brother?" Donnie asked. Hamoto nodded. I couldn't believe it. My brother had turned into a rat!?