Michealangelo understood that some people park their cars over a manhole, it's inevitable. Mostly due to traffic or in certain areas, like on the side of the road. But the one he was trying to lift, there was something heavy on it, but not heavy enough to be a car. It was then he heard a low, pitiful whimper above him that made him wonder who or what was laying on the manhole. One that was currently placed in the middle of the road.
Being careful to lift the cover, he felt the weight shift as if whatever was on it decided to move off. He waited a few second before lifting the cover and moved it over to the side. Peaking out, Michealangelo almost did a full three-sixty before spotting a black form laying next to the manhole. Granted he couldn't tell what it was thanks to the shadows bouncing off the walls and the nearest light post was ten feet away. Whatever it was, he knew it had fur and was alive.
Leaning against the hole, he placed his hand on the large creature. He was given two things: a whimper and the sticky feeling of blood, and there was lots of it. It was that moment where he almost went into panic attack mode, but he knew it would be useless. Afterall, he was the only one around, his brothers leaving him behind to follow.
Gradually he lifted himself up next to the creature, taking notice that the large form was a type of dog. A very large dog, a cross between either a German Shepherd or a Husky. Whatever breed of dog it was, right now it didn't matter. His mind began focusing on where he should take it. He moved in front of the dog, and with the faint lights, he was sourly surprised. Cuts and scrapes covered the side of the canine, blood matting it's fur.
"Okay boy-" His words were instantly cut off because in a second Michealangelo was in a crouching form to a full sitting position, course, thanks to a sharp growl and the glare he was receiving. "Uh, girl?" It was that moment he relaxed as the dog closed it's eyes, the left eye amber and the right one blue, resting her head back on the road. "Gotcha."
"Alright, girl. I'm gonna take you to a safe place, so please don't try to eat me."
It was about thirty minutes after setting the dog on the couch, and with the help of Splinter, he began placing bandages on the dog that Michealangelo heard his brothers. He was, however, comfortable sitting on the couch with the dog resting her head on his leg. He was grateful that Master Splinter didn't punish him from not joining his brothers in their group training, but instead stayed and took care of the brutalized creature.
"Yo, Mikey! Any specific reason why you decided not to join us?" Raphael called out, glancing around to find his younger brother.
"Your brother has been busy being responsible." Splinter entered into the the main room from his own room.
"Mikey? Responsible? When?" Leo sounded surprised, sharing a curious expression with the rest of his sibling before looking into the direction where Mike sat on the couch watching television.
"Master Splinter, I'm not sure Mikey watching his favorite movie would be called responsible." Donny glanced at his sensei but turned his gaze back over to the youngest of the brothers.
"Guys! Can you pleeaase be quiet? Someone here is actually trying to seep." Mikey placed a hand on top of the canine's head, instantly calming the low rumble of a growl.
"Whoa." Raphael's quick emphasis had turned everyone's attention to the couch. "You know, I can understand Mikey being able to bring a kitten down here. What I don't understand how he managed to bring a huge dog down here." He kneeled down in front of the couch, curiously watching the black creature sleep.
"Master Splinter, is it wise to keep it down here?" Leo looked from the sleeping creature to Splinter as he and Donnatello made their way to the couch.
"Excuse me, but 'it' and 'dog' has a name." Mikey shot a glare at his two oldest siblings.
"Really, cause I don't see a collar on her." Raphael stood up, crossing his arms.
"Exactly." Mikey grinned, glancing down at the dog, hearing a low rumble.
"Mikey, you do realize that is not an ordinary dog." Donny stared at the creature and took a step back when she opened her eyes. All seeing two different colored eyes, the left eye amber and the right eye ice blue.
"What do you mean, Donny?" Leo was too busy keeping a steady stance to even look at his brother.
"Well if I'm correct, that 'dog' is actually a wolf." Donny look from the black form to his younger brother.
"Well I guess it was a good thing I was gonna call her Wolfy." Makey gave a thumbs up, his grin faltering from his brothers unamused stares.
"Wolfy, huh?" Raphael tilted his head and almost laughed. "I don't think she agrees with that."
Mikey looked down to see his current friend giving him a dirty look before jumping off the couch. "Oh come on. I figured it was because you're a girl and it'd be cute." Mikey stood up, starting to reach out the the wolf.
"I have a feeling she doesn't like the cuteness." Raphael reached down, rubbing the wolf behind her ears. "From the look of those teeth, I saw we call her Fang."
"Well 'Fang' here has taking a liking to you. Though what I'm curious about is, why does she have bandages?" Leo pointed out, noticing white bandages wrapped around her torso and her back legs. He never noticed before because of the blanket.
"Like I said, your brother was being responsible. His good heart saved, uh, Fang." Splinter gave a curious look at Raphael's new name. "How about Kiba, instead."
"Nice ring to it." Mikey grinned though it instantly vanished when Kiba collapsed, safely however, into Raphael's arms.
"What happened to her?" Raphael looked down at Kiba before lifting her and headed over to the couch.
"I found her when I was following you guys. She was laying on the manhole. She was covered in blood, cuts everywhere." Mikey looked at Kiba when he heard the same familiar whine that was above him earlier that night.
"Come, my sons, we should let her rest and ourselves as well. I have a feeling tomorrow will be busy." Splinter looked at all of sons, his gaze lasting on Kiba before turning around and walking away.
"Actually, I'm gonna stay here and keep on eye on Kiba." Mikey sat on the couch, placing a hand on Kiba, watching her labored breathing.
"Don't stay up too late." Raphael stretched his arms over his head before giving a wave.
Mikey gave a short wave to his brothers before reaching down to grab the blanket. It was that moment when he heard the familiar meow from his first adoption, Clunk. He couldn't help the smile the formed when the orange cat curled up underneath Kiba's chin. "I wonder if we can keep you."
Raphael yawned tiredly but feeling restless, typical only in stressful situations but tonight wasn't. He glanced at the time before rolling out of his hammock of a bed. "Well this is annoying." He muttered, rubbing his temple as he lazily maneuvered out of his room. He saw the glow from the television and knew his brother did not heed is command. Though incase if Mikey was asleep, he walked quietly over to the couch.
As Raphael reached the couch, he stifled a chuckle at the sight. "Oh if only I had a camera." He muttered before poking his brother in the arm. "Yo Mikey, you're gonna get a kink in your neck if you continue to sleep like that."
"Huh, wha?" Mikey slanted his eyes open, seeing a blurry vision of his older brother Raphael.
"Come on, bro. Go to bed." Raphael sighed, watching Mikey start to doze off once more.
"But, what of Kiba?" Mikey's blurry vision landed on their black companion.
"I'll watch her." Raphael helped up his brother. "Weren't you always saying you needed your beauty sleep?" He smiled ever so slightly at the large yawn.
"Take care of her." Mikey rubbed behind Kiba's ears before giving Raphael a short salute, meandering off to his room.
Raphael sat down comfortably next to Kiba, noticing her eyes opening to look at him. He watched as she lifted her head to give him a curious look. "Can't sleep either can you?" He questioned, tilting his head when she shook her head.
"Wait a minute. Can you understand me?" Raphael watched at Kiba tilted her head as well. "Guess not. It'd be nice, you know, to be able to talk to someone and not worry about them judging you." He rested his hand on her head, rubbing her ears.
You can still do that. I can still listen.
The echo of the words in his head made Raphael freeze, slowly turning his head to look at Kiba. "Did you..?" He almost laughed when she snorted. "Thought so.