"Ab-so-lu-te-ly not."
Michelangelo's voice is dead serious as he glares at me, arms crossed in front of his chest. His blue eyes behind the orange mask have taken the color of the night sky as he is overwhelmed by something that comes very much near to fury.
Leonardo sort of snorts behind me, caused by the unnatural expression his youngest brother wears. Mikey glares at him, too, but it only makes the leader chuckle.
"Aww, come on, Mikey!" I try to give him puppy-eyes, but he only narrows his eyes. "Don't be so off-character, hun..."
With a sharp gesture, the turtle interrupts me and snorts. "Off-character? OFF-CHARACTER?" He throws his hands up in disbelief. "Can you all stop calling me this? Like, NOW?" His pleading eyes wander over to the clan leader who's currently sitting on my bed, legs crossed and pretending to meditate. The grin on his face tells another story, though. "Come on, bro, can't you say something?"
Leo wrinkels his nose, twitches his fingers and finally, but very, very slowly, opens one eye. "No, I don't think so", he answers and closes his eye again.
I can't help but laugh at the sight. "See, baby-bro, you're the only one who's against this." I silently congratulate myself for having Raphael and Donnie out of the way. I sent Raphie to get pizza at a store really, and I mean really far away. He can't use the sewer system to go there, because in my little hometown the sewers are long not as big as in NYC, so he additionally is really slow. After ten minutes I've told Donnie to go look after him. Haa, I'm such a genius.
"I'm not."
"Oh yes, you so are."
Mikey's hands twitch towards his nunchucks. "I'm warning you, you ... penguin, you! Soon as you dare bringing me even closer to your special homosexual boyfriend, I'll.. I'll..."
Even long after Leo stopped him from bashing my head, carried him out of my room, had a serious talk about not hitting girls and finally went to eat the pizza, I silently chuckled. As he sits in front of me at the dinner table, quietly munching some thuna, his face shows an odd mix of green and deep red. Leo buries his bemused expression behind the newspaper of today. Totally at a loss, Raph and Donnie (Who're still mad at me about the pizza thing) shoot glances over the table.
"You know, Mikey", I whisper and his eyes shoot up to meet mine, "if you are a really good boy, I'll think about your role in my fanfiction. Maybe."
Three hours later, I lie in my bed. My room's freshly tidied up, the kitchen's clean, and my dog's been out as well. I sigh and cuddle deeper into the blankets.
Having a personal green slave is really something, is my last thought before I drift off into sleep.
Turtle Diarys, hun? I'll from time to time update this "Fanfiction". It'll always be about recent events in my life and most often about my fanfictions "What, if it had happened differently" and "Just play the role" [this one is about JPTR, by the way].
Hope you have fun!
Oh yeah, if any of you have some sort of special day experience about the turtles and you want to, you can send me your stories and I'll involve them in this one.
Disclaimer: The disclaimer is property of someone I don't know. I don't need it, actually. I mean, what do you think this is? Youtube? It's a side for fanfics, and I'll F*** post them!
Hello, TMNT owners out there. Lock your doors and nail your windows, because one night, I'll come... And then they'll be mine... :-D