This is a re-post of part of my story called "A rats story." posted at another section here at fanfiction... did you guys knows there are two different ninja turtles sections at this site? There's this one simply called "Ninja turtles." and another one called. "Teenage mutant ninja turtles." any-way, this work perfectly fine as its own story and is slightly re-written from it's original form to be a little different.
It's based on the 2012 show, which is awesome, every-body go check it out, grammar and spelling mistakes can and will happen, since English is not my first languet, I hope you'll have fun.
"My sons." Splinter addressed the four turtles sitting in front of him. "April." he addressed the last one.
All of them, were sitting on small blankets in sitting rest positions, each of them had also been offered a cup of tea, and were now sitting with them in their hands, looking questionable at Splinter.
"At this time, all of you have encountered Oroku Saki, the Shredder." Splinter looked at each and every one of them. "April, I realise the Shredder doesn't have any-thing to do with your situation or your father, but as it seems now, you have become associated with us, and thus you deserve to know." He told."You as well have seen him, even if not faced him in battle."
"Yeah, who is he exactly?" April asked.
"My sons all-ready know." Splinter gestured at the turtles. "But only part of the story."
"Why is he targeting the turtles?" April asked.
"Not the turtles." Splinter told. "Me." He stated. "He is trying to get to me, through my turtles." He told.
"What did you do?" April asked in a frown.
"From his perspective, I betrayed him, stole a woman and his reputation." Splinter told. "from my perspective, I only did what I thought was right, my sons, forgive me that I'll now turn into one of those elderly fathers, talking excessively about the past, but I shall now try to cover it and tell every-thing that I can." He stated.
Leonardo nodded. "And we will listen Sensei." He told.
"Please, when questions occurs in your mind, do not hesitate to ask." Splinter asked.
"Can we get some pizza for this?" Michelangelo asked, only for a moments after having Raphael hit him right over the head.
"Show some respect wont you?" Raphael asked a little annoyed. "And drink your tea!"
Looking a little hurt at Raphael Michelangelo finally did just that, as Splinter took in a breath.
"I and Oroku saki, knew each other long before Teng-Shen even entered the picture." He told. "We grew up together, both sons of nin-jutsu masters, both trained in the same dojo from the day we started to walk."
And that was the truth, in Japan, many years ago, the Lotus dojo home-base of the lotus-clan, had two protégés the exact same age. Hamato Yoshi and Oroku Saki. Both were indeed protégés for their age, constantly praised for their skills, always winning tournaments, both pushing themselves the hardest as both were highly competitive.
Fortunately, not against each other, for they were best friends.
Though as it happened, with people whom are automatically the best at their field and constantly gets praise, both boys could become cocky and rather full of themselves at times.
"You saw that! We mashed them in like two minutes!" Oroku grinned.
"Actually it was three minutes, ten seconds according to the timer." Hamato pointed out, only for Oroku to snort. "But that's still good, you saw the look at their faces, they didn't even see it coming." He smirked.
"Of cause they didn't, they never do." Oroku Saki rolled his eyes. "The two of us Hamato, our team will be unstoppable! The greatest nin-jutsu masters the world has ever known!" he stated.
"Absolutely." Hamato laughed, sounding absolutely sure of himself and that fact.
"And we'll be leading this place in no time!" Oroku triumphed.
"Oh I don't know." Hamato shook his head. "Sensei deserves our respect and honour." He told. "One day when he steps back, I'm sure one of us will be ready to be appointed, but till then, lets honour our master." He stated taking a sip from his tea.
"Again with the honour?" Oroku asked. "Honour are just some old out-dated rules you know." He stated.
"No, they are principles." Hamato returned. "About how to treat other people, honourable." He stated. "So you can maintain a clear concious and a pure soul.
"All-right, all-right, sheshs." Oroku almost rolled his eyes. "Enough with the old man talk, our Sensei is getting to you." he stated finally just rolling his eyes for full display. "But you are still up for the fighting tournament? we are going to win that thing Hamato! The two youngest champions in history."
"Of cause I am!" Hamato exclaimed hammering is tea down in the table with a grin on his face. "And yes we will be!" he stated raising up. "Lets go showing those people how it's done!" he stated as both exited the tea-shop to head for the dojo, both beaming and laughing as they both pictured their sure triumph.
And the two truly trained harder than any-one else, for the secret world class championship for all nin-jutsu users. Their plan was ridiculously simple, Because groups of ninja protégés were allowed to be up till four persons, people would always submit in groups of three our four, Hamato and Oroku had planned to submit as just them two, in that way no one would hold them back.
So incredible sure were the two in their abilities, that they did it without even revealing this plan to their master, and just trained every single day for their task.
Together they were an iron force, nothing was to come between them! Absolutely nothing! Or so they thought..
It was merely one out of many things that were to go wrong in their friendship, but it was the catalyst.
It was such a simple morning, the two friends were at very early morning walking to their dojo, to train even more.
"Watch your lower left hook." Oroku informed Hamato. "It's a bit sloppy."
"Sloppy?" Hamato asked in a voice that sounded down-right offended. "I tell you what is sloppy, your ability to sense attacks, you always turn around to make sure it's coming!"
"Sense attacks?" Oroku asked in a slight role of his eyes. "What is next, to sense emotions?" he asked.
"Well actually." Hamato tried to inject.
"Now you listen Hamato, focus on your moves and attacks, make them more straight forward, more ruthless, you'll get there!" Oroku stated laying an arm around Hamatos shoulder, clapping Hamato on the chest.
"Okay." Hamato nodded. "But how about the pressure point techniques? Those could use some brushing up!" he stated as Oroku let go of Hamato. "You almost tripped the other day when training against Sensei! If we are going to win this thing, and be the youngest best champions in history, we need-" Hamato didn't get any longer than that, because in that moment, he had walked straight into another person, whom due to have been holding a huge laundry basket, couldn't see where she was going, and both people fell to the ground, the laundry falling all over the place, including on top of the two people whom now laid on the ground.
And Oroku Saki laughed loudly by the sight. "How's that sensing people working out for you?" he asked as he laughed.
Hamato hissed annoyed from the ground as he threw the laundry off his face, and starred menacing on Orokus face, as a womans voice cried.
"OH NO!" the woman yelled. "I was just done, and look at this! It's ruined!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry." Hamato blushed as he bit his lip looking downwards. "Please let me-." He reached for a piece of cloth and looked up, and suddenly found himself stunned. "Help you." He finished in barely a whisper as he wide-eyed looked at the woman in front of him, frantically gathering all of the laundry, she was an absolutely beautiful young woman, with long black hair falling down her shoulders, framing her pale kind face, though her eyes frantically looked around the place. "No no, please!" Hamato stopped her. "Let me!" he asked and gathered pieces of cloth himself, all of a sudden feeling very frantic, as if his heart was beating twice as fast as a moment ago.
"Hamato next time watch where you are going." Oroku snorted, making Hamato blush further as he tried to pick up all the pieces of cloths, averting the womans amused eyes. "My lady, please excuse my friend, he can be rather clumsy ones in a while." Oroku bowed lightly for the woman.
Hamato gaped at Oroku, he was absolutely not clumsy! He was one of the best nin-jitsu students in the dojo! If not the best along with Oroku Saki!
"I guess I was also walking lost in my own thoughts as well." The young woman blushed slightly of embarrassment. "It's just such a lovely day, with all the cherry trees in bloom and so on."
"It is, isn't it?" Hamato asked as he looked up. "I was just thinking that!.. urh.." he halted in embarrassment. "Here." He stood up with the basket, now filled with clothes again.
"Thanks." The young woman accepted the basket, only to sigh as she looked down in it. "Oh no look at this, I'll have to start all over again."
"I'm really sorry." Hamato offered in a deep blush. "I'm not usually this clumsy." He tried to explain.
"HAMATO ARE YOU COMING?" Oroku yelled from down the road. "Never waste your time, as Sensei says!"
"I'll be right behind you!" Hamato called back, only to look back at the lady. "Urh.. you need any help with that?" he asked looking at the basket.
"It needs to be washed again, and I have way more just like it back at the washery." The young girl sighed. "It's my job.. doing peoples laundry." She finally admitted.
"Tell you what." Hamato suddenly injected. "Why don't I wash this batch for you?" he asked taking the basket back again. "then you move on to the next batch you have, I help you carrie this, so you only have to go to town ones, and in that way, you wont have wasted any time at all!"
The young woman frowned slightly, in a little amused smile as she looked at Hamato. "Wont your friend be missing you?" she asked.
"We have been training an awful lot lately." Hamato replied in a vague smile. "One noon more or less wont make a difference." He assured. "Beside, it'll only be honourable to make up for the damage I did." He told.
"Very well then." The young woman smiled lightly. "It's this way back." she gestured.
And Hamato hurried up, running after the young woman. "By the way! I'm Hamato Yoshi." He told as he caught up and walked beside her.
"Teng-shen." The young woman replied, with a glimmer of amusement and even, intrigue in her eyes.
Only a few months after, it was time for Hamato Yoshi and Oroku Saki to show-case the world their bold move in the ninja tournament, every-one gasped in surprise, and then the betting started, how long would the two young men last? They were no-thing but untried squibs! Some said they would last ten seconds, some gave them entire day.
No-body had expected for the boys the not only succeed, but exceed as well! It was a huge triumph, they even reached as far as to the last rounds, where an audience were allowed in to see the battles. Witness as Hamato splintered boards and bricks, as were they made out of rice-paper and how Oroku Saki made one master ninja after the other fall down on his back, before the oponent even knew what had happened.
And standing up there on the tribunes, were none other than one Teng-Shen, cheering at the young fighters, and she were one of the people to yell loudest as the two, as the youngest protégés ever, actually won the tournament!
"How did it look?" Hamato asked as he with Oroku toasted with Teng-shen, the evening of their victory.
"Most impressive." Teng-shen told as she respectfully bowed her head. "You two are now legends, it is most honourable." She told and looked up with a glimmer in her smiling eyes.
"And to think Hamato here almost threw it all on the ground." Oroku laughed. "But he pulled through in the end, I knew he would, he always does." He stated holding a firm arm over Hamatos shoulder. "Hamato, the splintere!" he stated. "Splinter to left and right!"
"It helps having such a reliable partner, a true shredder going through enemies in spades." Hamato stated in a slight laugh. "One I can always count on, my brother." He addressed Oroku in a smile.
"Brother." Oroku replied proudly.
"Excuse me Yoshi-san." Hamato let go and turned around and respectfully bowed for an elderly man with white hair and bead. "Master Tori." He addressed the man. "Sensei."
"Good job my boys I am very proud of both of you." Master Tori addressed the two. "Yoshi-san, a word if you please." He asked.
Hamato blinked. "Of cause." He stated and turned to the two. "Excuse me." He asked, before following his master into a little back-room.
"Yoshi-san, please, have a cup of tea." Master Tori asked as he sat on his knees in front of a little table.
"Thank you master." Hamato replied and placed himself opposed, taking his cup of tea.
"What you and Saki-san accomplished today, was quite... out-standing." Tori told him.
"Thank you Sensei." Hamato replied. "We worked hard for it."
"It almost seemed to unlikely, to easy." Tori then continued. "For two men at such a young age, and quite frankly, I am worried." He stated.
That made Hamato frown confused. "Worried?" he asked. "We won! we have proven ourselves to be the best nin-jitsu protégés in history, what is there to be worried about?" he asked.
"That!" Tori stated pointing a finger at Hamato. "It'll be going to your head! Yes it was truly remarkable, a feed that usually takes nin-jutsu users a life-time of training, and there's the problem at hand! It shouldn't have come this easy to you." He stated.
"Master it's not going to my head." Hamato stated. "I promise."
"I'm worried about you, but my greater worry is Saki-san." Tori at last told in a deep sigh.
"Oroku?" Hamato blinked. "What about him?" he asked.
"Some-times he gets to ruthless, to none-concerning about his means. Some-times he even forgets his honour." Tori stated.
"Surely not Sensei, he can be ruthless yes, but he achieves his goals and exceeds because if it! And I know Oroku Saki! He is honourable!" Hamato assured. "He would never stray!" he surely stated.
"And you are certain of this?" Tori asked.
"He is my brother." Hamato stated. "I know him, he is honourable!" he stated very surely of himself and his words.
"Very well then." Master Tori sighed as he sat back, and Hamato rose up, to bow for his master. "Just keep an extra eye on him wont you?" Tori asked. "And don't let his talk for glory get to your head to, a true nin-jutsu master is humble."
"I am aware Sensei." Hamato told. "But one should also be allowed to embrace his natural gifts, and Oroku is naturally special gifted, I fail to see how that is a problem." He stated before finally leaving the room, and find back to Oroku and Teng-shen, to lithe up in a smile as it was obvious the two had gotten along quite nicely. Oroku had just told some sort of a joke, and Teng-shen was laughing, it couldn't be better!
Filled with renewed confidences and happiness Hamato simply stepped towards them and joined in.
"So what did the old coot want?" Oroku asked.
"Our sensei." Hamato corrected Oroku. "Just wanted to wish us both congratulations, it was nothing important really." He stated.
"And he should." Teng-shen told . "You both did so well." She stated leaning over, to give both Hamato and Oroku a kiss on each their cheek, making both men bright up in a smile, making Teng-shen laugh sweetly.
"To future endavours!" Hamato held up a glass.
"And a bright future!" Oroku exclaimed raising his own glass.
"For my two boys." Teng-shen added also raising hers, and they all met in greeting.
"Every-thing seemed so good." Leonardo remarked. "Perfect."
"Yes, but don't let the of feeling safety allure you." Splinter warned. "At that time I didn't even want to consider or listen to my Master, I was blind to Orokus ruthlessness and lack of honour, and my own flaws as well."
"He sounded like a pretty cool guy Oroku Saki." Raphael noted.
"He was strong, highly intelligent, quick and ruthless from day one." Splinter told. "traits that you share with him, I do admit, but where you have compassion and honour Raphael, he had none, where you have love and kindness, he only wished for glory and ownership, you honestly wish to protect your family, he did not consider any-one family unless they were of use to him, he felt that I was useful, and thus you two are nothing a like at all." He stated. "And soon all of that would become apparent, though. Not for a while, for a while it was all perfect and good, that was until things really started to fall apart."
"I'm still confused." Donatello. "What did you do wrong?" he asked.
"As I said, I was blind to my won flaws." Splinter told. "I was to cocky, to self-assured and lacked the humility which is needed in any nin-jutsu master."
"That doesn't even sound like you." Donatello pointed out with a lightly squinted eye.
"That's because I learned." Splinter told. "That's the way of life, we must learn as we go along. Humility would come to me.. but unfortunately, not to my old friend Oroku. Perhaps if things had turned out different we would have switched places, he would have been a humble ninja master and I would have been the menace, whom is to say? But it went as it went, and now we are standing here today like this."