Well, in this fic,I put more emphasis on Donny instead of the others so I hope you like it.
M: Wait, this one is about Donny?
L4T: Yes Mikey it is.
M: OOOO, I can't wait!
L4T: Well since you really want to read it,mind doing the disclaimer?
M: No Prob! This little lady over here isn't the one who owns TMNT or anything involved with. now lemme read pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaase!
L4T: Go ahead
Later.
Donny sits there putting the final adjustments on his latest creation. It is his greatest acheivement thus far,the only problem
is,it hasn't been properly tested yet.
" I think that about does it."
He assures himself, doing a once over of the small, mechanical object in his hand. Getting up from his workbench, he takes
the device into the livingroom where Mikey sits, focused on his video game. Patiently,Don waits, counting down how long it
would take for Mikey to lose.
" Five, four, three, two,"
Like clock work, Michaelangelos character bites the dust.
" Ah Man,Not again. "
Mikey whines. Don comes around the couch and sits next to his brother.
" Don't worry Mikey,you'll get it."
He reassures.
" Yeah,I know."
Says Mikey,sighing and putting the game system away. Sitting back down, he catches sight of the object in Donnys hand.
" What's that Donny boy?"
Mikey inquires, using his childhood nickname. Mikey is the only one who could get away with calling him that since, it
didn't sound right coming from the other two.
" I don't have a name for it yet but, it is supposed to make me look human."
Don admits. Mikeys eyes get wide with excitement.
"How's it work?"
Mikey asks eagerly.
" Well,"
Don starts, as he begins to demonstrate. Standing from the couch, he hooks the device onto his belt and presses a small
button. There is a quick flash of light and when it disappears, a human stands where the purple clad turtle had been. He has
spiky, sandy blonde hair, wears a pair of faded jeans, a plain t-shirt, a pair of tennis shoes, and a jean jacket. His violet
colored eyes are also more prominent now.
" Whoa, is that really you Donny?"
His orange wearing brother questions.
" Of course it is Mikey."
The sandy haired Don responds, his voice the same as it had always been. Getting up from the couch Mikey walks over to
Don and pokes his arm to make sure he isn't dreaming.
" Hey!"
Don exclaims,rubbing the spot where his brother had poked him. Circling him,Mikey pokes again, in a different location.
" Quit it!"
Don insists. Just than,Raph enters the room and questions the racket.
" What the shell is goin on in here?"
He asks impatiently.
" And who's he?"
He adds, not recognizing his brother in human form.
" Dude, it's Donny."
Mikey answers cheerfully.
" Have ya finally lost it Mikey?"
Asks Raph, crossing his arms in his usual manner.
" It's true Raph."
Don speaks up, pushing the button on the device a second time, to change back into his normal form. Raphs jaw drops at
the sight of his brother changing.
" How'd ya do that?"
He questions, now interested in the subject. Don pulls the small device off of his belt and holds it up for Raph to see.
" I used this."
Answers Don, holding it out so that Raph can get a closer look at it.
" I wanna try!"
Says Mikey, making a grab for it. His attempt is thwarted when Don yanks it out of his reach.
" I can't afford to let you play with it, it's the only one I have right now."
Don states to his hyper active brother. Mikey huffs and walks away moping and mumbling like a child. Shaking his head,
Don turns back to Raph.
" I'm taking it topside for the final test run."
Don says, clipping it back onto his belt. Raph raises an eye ridge.
" Ya sure ya wanna do that?"
He asks and Donny nods.
" Yeah, it's the only way I'm going to find out if it truly works the way I want it to."
Raph nods and walks over to the couch, sitting down.
" Just be careful, Fearless'll kill me if somethin happens."
Donny nods and heads out the door into the tunnels. When he gets to the surface, he ducks into a shadow and presses the
button on the device, the quick light flashing to signify the change. Emerging from the shadow he steps out onto the
sidewalk and looks around. There are a few people around but, they don't seem phased by his presence and one guy passes
by him without so much as a glance.
' It really works.'
He thinks. Walking along, He notices people coming through the subway. As he watches he sees a woman with jet black
hair. She looks about his age.
' She's pretty cute.'
He thinks, as he watches her weave between people. Suddenly, she trips and her stuff falls to the ground. He walks over
and bends down to help her pick everything up.
" Are you ok?"
He asks, handing something to her. Nodding, she takes it and looks at him for a long second before picking up what is left.
They stand together and she makes sure that everything is secure in her hands.
" Thanks."
She says, looking at the ground embarrassed.
" I'm Donny."
He says, holding out his hand.
" Natty"
She replies, taking it. As they introduce themselves, she looks up at him and he notices that her eyes are steel grey. She
turns to start walking away but, he makes another comment.
" I don't see that eye color very often."
He says. Stopping, she turns to face him again.
" I don't see that color very often either."
She responds, referring to his violet eyes. He smirks and walks up to where she is standing.
" Mind if I walk with you?"
He asks, as he steps up next to her.
" Not at all."
She says, as she starts walking again, Don staying in step with her. After a minute or two Don initiates conversation.
" So, is Natty a nickname?"
He asks, genuinely interested.
" Yeah, it's short for Ekinatia."
She admits, slightly embarrassed by her name.
" So, what is Donny short for?"
She asks, looking at him.
" Donatello."
He says,shifting his eyes in another direction. She smiles at his reaction.
" That's a nice name."
She says. He smiles and a blush comes over his face. A minute later they stop in front of a small building.
" Well, I guess, this is the end of our trip."
She says, pulling a set of keys from her side bag. Don stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
" You think we could hang out sometime?"
Donny asks. Smiling, she looks away from him for a minute.
" Sure."
She answers, taking a small note book and pen from her bag. Scribbling something down,she tears it off and hands it to
him. Looking at him, she smiles and walks down the alley around the corner. When she is out of sight, he looks at the paper
and reads what it says.
"I'm free tomorrow, call me and we can figure something out. -Natty-
Below the note was her phone number. Folding the paper, Don slid it into his pocket, smiled and started walking back the
way he came.
Not bad, hope you enjoy. please read and review,I enjoy getting the feedback.