I know, why am I starting another story when I can barely even update one story? Well, this one's been in my mind for awhile, and since I made a planner for this one, it makes updating even easier! I should really do that with 'From Japan to NYC'...oh well.
Unless you guys like this or are interested, it's more of a sneak peak type right now. But I really do hope you love it!
I would really like to thank GC4life for inspiring me with this fanfic. You rock! :D
Disclaimer: Nope, no turtles nor rat in my room scaring the shizz out of me with ninja weapons.
Five episodes ago. (I count them by episodes as we don't really know how much time has passed)
All of my life I was severely limited. I never made a fuss out of it though, at least not aloud. I never knew that my older brothers would be going to the surface and fighting my father's archenemy who came all the way from Tokyo just to kill him. I really didn't. But now that I do know, I have to do something about it, but there's only so much that a cripple can do.
What's that you say?
You had no idea I was a cripple? How silly of me. I don't even explain what's going on.
Let's start from the beginning then.
Hi. I'm Sebastian (nickname, real name Sebastiano), fifteen years old and proud of it. I'm a mutant turtle that lives in the sewers with my family. I have a teal mask that matches my amber colored eyes.
I'm the second youngest of five, and also the runt of the litter and a cripple, but don't let Master Splinter hear you say either of those things. He hates it when I underestimate myself, especially by calling myself something that he thinks isn't true.
But the point is that I am a cripple.
Every since I was mutated, my legs were weak. I don't know if it was like that when I was still a pet turtle, but that's how it's like now. My legs are too weak to support my weight (even though I'm only like 100 lbs), which means the bone and muscles weren't developed right. Or they were messed up during the mutation. I kinda find it pretty ironic that I have muscles in my legs that only work when they want to. They won't work for me when I need to walk, only when my adrenaline rushes and my blood pressure shoots up if I happen to lose my temper or I get hyped up about something and they twitch uncontrollably and send me into muscle spasms. It's pretty funny actually. But not for my brothers and Sensei. They freak out over something that happens every once in awhile. You'd think they'd get used to it after fourteen years…
Anyway, I have to wear these leg braces that my older brother Donnie made for me. They only come up to past the kneecaps, and hold my feet in one position. And it's really uncomfortable.
The point for Donnie to make the braces wasn't for them to straighten or anything, well not that much, it was actually for protection.
Here in the sewers you can really hurt yourself badly. You could slip in the water, cut yourself with metal contaminated with germs and-ahem-other liquids, and so on. I've never tried those because I've never been allowed to go into the sewers by myself. I don't really blame Splinter though, if something happened what would they do?
Heck, even in the lair I can get hurt. There's no telling when Raph and Mikey are charging around while I'm trying to get somewhere. In fact, that's how I broke both legs for the first time! I've broken them so many times it's a miracle that they haven't had to be amputated.
My point is that because I am a cripple, I couldn't go with my brothers to the surface, which is what they're getting ready for right now. Me on the other hand, I'm in my wheelchair because I have this nasty bruise that I got from gently hitting my leg on the table. Yeah…my skin and bones bruise easily. Mostly cause of this stupid leg problem.
It really sucks. All my life I was never able to roughhouse without getting hurt. I couldn't even play games with them like hide-n-seek or tag! I was always on the couch with a book while the others were training, swimming, or just playing with each other. I was never able to walk either. Splinter didn't find any good crutches until we were about ten or thirteen.
So what was my transportation you might ask? A wheelchair.
Yup. Sensei couldn't find the common crutches but yet he was able to obtain the difficult wheelchair and material to make leg braces in the middle of the sewers…or wherever they came from.
At least I got around places.
I remember when I was younger, my brothers always questioned why I wasn't allowed to do what they could. They always asked me, and I told them that their guess was as good as mine.
It must've been at least until we were six or seven that Donnie and Splinter found out what was wrong with my legs. Their hypothesis was that the mutagen did something to my legs, which made complete sense.
"Sebastian?" Leo's tentative voice broke through my thoughts and flashback memories. I never heard him come into my handicapped proofed room. I turned my wheelchair that was facing the wall and faced my eldest brother.
"Yes Leo?" I said. He stood in the doorway with a look that only Mikey could have when he did something bad.
"Are you sure it's ok that we go?"
I groaned playfully. This was the tenth time in an hour that one of my bros asked me that.
"Leo," I said with exaggerated patience. "I will not repeat myself again. Go with the guys out to the surface and have the bloody time of your lives while I stay here and read this book." I showed him the cover of this really good book I've been meaning to read for ages.
"Are you sure? You're not mad?" Leo asked, looking really worried.
"Dude," I said. "If you continue to ask me the same question then I will throw this book at your shell when you're not looking. I will be fine." That's not exactly a lie…I'm not gonna die in my room or anything. "And even if I was mad, which I'm not, it's not like being angry will solve anything."
Heh, the only thing I was ever praised for in training was my ability to have extended patience and keep calm in a situation…and I don't even train!
But I was kinda mad that they got to go and I didn't…
Leo sighed. He gave me a small smile. "You always keep calm, don't you?"
"I try. Besides, it come with my raw awesomeness. Now scoot, Space Heroes is on." I wheeled over to him and started using one hand to smack the highest part of his shell that I could reach while herding him to the pit where surely, the T.V. was tuned to Space Heroes. Raph was seated on the couch with a comic book, his eyes darting back to the T.V. screen every once in a while. Why won't he just admit he likes the show already? There's no shame in it, look at Leo! He acts like a little kid…or his face does anyway.
Leo had his legs pulled up to his plastron and had this really weird look on his face that clearly showed that he was really into the show. The heck, he was practically drooling over the main character!
Settling myself on the couch with my arms, I looked at the screen just as Captain Ryan's space ship was being shot.
"Mr. Crankshaw! Status report!" Captain Ryan ordered from his fancy chair. I'd like one f those. He looked at a man who looked in his late teens.
"Status? I'll give you the status, we're gonna blow up in two seconds!" Crankshaw cried. Ryan slapped him hard. "Thank you captain," he said while rubbing his cheek.
Captain Ryan got up from chair and held his index finger in a heroic position with Leo doing the exact same facing me before they both declared "Gentlemen, I have a bold a daring plan, there's no time for hesitation, my orders must be carried out, without question."
Eyes never looking back, my blue-clad brother lowered his had to his waist like his idol and stared dramatically into the distance.
Trying so hard not to laugh, I grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it.
Oh god this is rich! I can't believe Leo still does this! Even after 14 bloody years he still quotes Space Heroes!
This was way too hilarious to watch without laughing out loud. When I finally calmed down I got back in my chair and was heading to my room when I heard Donnie and Mikey come back in and yell "It's go time!"
Oh boy. Like a needle had popped a balloon inside me, all the air was sucked out. This was it. In between rolling the two yards to my room, I stopped and tried to listen to my brothers' conversation.
"Who's gonna tell Sebastian?" Donnie asked quietly. There was a tense silence for a moment before three voices rang in the air.
"NOT IT!" Raph, Mikey, and Leo cried as I heard running and the slamming of a door.
What? They had a freakin' contest over who was gonna tell me?!
Now that really stung. I already know that they would have to tell me, but the way they did it hurt a lot. Do they always talk like this when I'm not around?
Chill out dude, I'm sure it's just a one-time thing. I sighed. Pushing the thought in the back of my head I turned around just as Donnie came up to me with the same tentative look that Leo had.
"Sebastian?" he said.
"Yeah, bro?" I pretended I didn't overhear their conversation.
"Um, we wanted to let ya know that we're leaving now." Donnie said, a little worried over my reaction. I grinned and pretended to wipe my eyes with a hankerchief.
"So it's come to this." I said. "My little boys are growing up."
Donnie laughed and lightly punched my shoulder. "Shut up."
"What? It's true!"
"But if it's anything, we're not little dude. All of us are older than you."
"Not true," I argued. "I'm older than Michelangelo, even though he's taller than me. But my maturity level is higher than Mikey's."
"That can't be helped little brother." Donnie said before coming serious. "Anyway, while we're gone, I'm gonna lay out some rules."
Oohhh boy…
This always happened whenever my brothers went somewhere into the sewers and Splinter was meditating. Donnie would always mother hen me about things I wasn't supposed to do.
He was about to open his mouth, but I interrupted him and said,
"Let me guess; no walking, no trying stunts on my wheelchair, no crutches, no poking my bruise, no going into your lab and trying to make a potion that will let me walk, no going into your lab at all for the matter, no handstands, no wondering off into the sewers, no following you guys, no cooking and no taking my braces off."
I looked at Donnie expectably. "Right?" I asked.
"Yup. You already know what you can and can not do bro," he said.
"Apparently all I can do is read a book…" I muttered quietly.
"DONNIE!" Mikey's voice cut into our conversation. "LET'S GOOOOOO ALREADY!"
"I think someone's calling you." I quipped.
"Yea…" Donnie looked towards the living room before looking at me and giving me 'the look'. I resisted the urge to scowl.
Why do they always give me that look when I can't do something they can?! I get that I'm crippled and will probably never be able to do what they can do (note how I said probably, meaning there's still a chance...very small one though), but I don't need that pointed out through a look!
Instead of scowling, I shifted my gaze and tried to grin.
"Better move it now Einstein," I said. "Or they'll leave without you."
Donnie nodded, that look still in his eyes. "Yeah…"
"DOOONNNIIEEEEE!" Michelangelo's voice rang again. Louder this time. "HURRRY UPPP!"
"I'M COMING!" Donnie shouted irritably. He sighed. "See ya later Sebastian."
"Peace out bro." I made the peace sign and slapped it to my plastron. My purple-clad brother looked at me one last time before he joined the others so Splinter could give them a lecture about being safe.
I sighed. Turning my wheelchair, I headed for my room and switched my stupid chair for the comfort of my bed. I lay down and sighed when I felt my body relax into the mattress.
Ahh, this feels good. There's nothing like a comfy bed to always have your back…or shell? Whatever. Time to get to work.
That's true. I did need to get to work. I sat up, and listened for something. Nothing. That meant the guys were gone, and Splinter was in the dojo doing whatever he does in the dojo. Perfect.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I looked at the wheelchair, and then my pair of crutches. Which one should I use? Eh, wheelchair. I lowered myself into the chair placed by my bed, wheeled over to a table in my room that had my crutches, placed them in my lap, and headed to Donnie's lab.
Why are you looking at me like that?! Did you really think that I was going to read a book all evening? It doesn't matter. I won't do anymore potions trying to make myself walk…I gave up on that years ago.
I reached my destination and I cackled quietly.
"Shit's about to get fabulous…"
I know, cliffhanger. Classic stunt. Ok, so, constructive criticism is very welcome (in fact I really need it), any thoughts on Sebastian?
Any thoughts on this at all?
I'll try to update soon if you guys really like this.
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- EpicThunder101
