Gray
Disclaimer - I do not own TMNT or any of the characters therein. Some VERY rich dude does.
Rating - General audiences
Story Warnings - Emotional distress, Implied multiple character death (Don't like these topics? Do not read.)
Pairings - None (Don't like these topics? Do not read.)
Universe -2003 post SAINW (Don't like these topics? Do not read.)
Ages - Older April
Summary - April contemplates what has changed for her world.
Gray
Gray.
Everything was gray.
The city was gray. The land was gray. The water was gray. Even the air was gray. Everything had been gray for so long she had forgotten what color even looked like.
Then he had come. And like always he fixed it.
Suddenly there was color again.
There was greens, and browns. Blues, and orange. Reds, and purple. Gray was still there too. Only instead of the dark, depressing gray she had known for so long, it was now a lighter, brighter gray. More of a silver than a gray really.
It was pretty.
It reminded her of better times.
Times of laughter. Times with friends. Times when her tears were tears of joy instead of tears of sorrow, and despair.
Oh, yes, she loved this gray. This silver.
She hated the other.
Things were better now. Thanks to him.
She knew they would be.
She never gave up hope.
There was cheering now. No more tears.
There was color now. No more gray.
Or there soon would be.
They would have to clean first. To get rid of the gray.
But that was okay. That she could do. All because he had come, and made things better.
Like he always did.
"Hey, April, you're up."
The former rebel leader glanced over.
There was color. For the first time in a very long time, there was color.
And it was his color.
"Thanks, Angel."
She stood and walked the short distance to the tall silver pole standing proud in the wide expanse of green. Her hand dropped to her side, fingertips brushing against the white marble stones she passed along the way.
Five. One for each of them with his being the largest.
Slowly, with great care and appreciation, she looped the black rope through the holes.
Black, like Casey's hair.
She smiled.
It was fitting. Black was his color too, in a way.
Carefully she pulled on the rope. She watched as the cloth in her arms rose up into the sky.
The sky was blue again.
All because of him.
The wind gusted.
It caught the cloth, billowing it out for all to see.
Everyone gasped.
Now there was color.
Leaf green. Emerald green. Sea green. Olive green. Shaped like turtles. Simple ones, easy for children to draw.
Blue. Orange. Red. Purple. Bright bands of color striped across the turtle it belonged to.
Everything was laid out on a field of silver, and brown.
Now they had color.
All because of him.
She blinked, trying to clear the blurriness from her eyes. She so wanted to see the colors.
She gave up. The task was too monumental, there was too much water, too many tears.
But it was alright. The colors would always be there.
Now.
Thanks to him.
And for the first time in a long, long time her tears were not tears of sorrow, and despair. They were tears of joy, and hope.
All because of him.
Thanks for reading.