Krieger
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"Hey kid! Bring it back!" The older man screamed from his stand as the small dirty child started running down the bodega. With no shoes, the little boy had to skip through the rocks to keep pace away from the guards who heard the man scream for his items back. The child took a quick turn down the street, meeting with stairs and accidently skipped the first three. He tumbled down slightly, trying to catch himself but was defeated as he landed face forward at the end of the stairs.
"Ah.." He groaned getting up on his knees and gasped as he saw as the apples he took from the stand started to roll away.
"You!" The guard yelled, coming down at the end of the staircase and grabbing the boy by the collar and picking him up.
"I'm sorry sir! I was just hungry! I have not eaten in days!" The boy tried to defend himself. He felt the sting of the slap and turned his head, holding back the tears.
"You do not steal!" The guard screamed at his face before smacking him another time and dropping the boy to the floor. He stayed curled in the dirt, waiting for the blow of the guards feet to hit him in the gut. The guard realed his leg back, ready for the assault, but something slipped past his legs, causing him to stumble and fall.
The boy didn't move as he watched the giant guard hit the ground, but he instead he looked up, and froze. A hooded figure dressed in a blue cover with armor stood above the the fallen man. The boy instantly flinched as he saw the shine of the blade the stranger held in his hand. In his view, he saw the guard starting to get back up.
"Why you.." He threatened, reaching out with his fist in hopes to hit the stranger, but unfortunately for him, he was just too quick.
The cloaked figure moved to the side, quickly dodging the predictable punch. He moved his sword till the hilt was facing up, and quickly hit the back of the guards head with it. The guard stumbled slightly, seeing stars. He held his head, sending daggers at the stranger.
"You pest!" He yelled. "This is none of your concern!" The stranger took a step back out of the shadows for only a mere moment. The light was enough to project his forest green skin and hazel eyes that burned at the guard.
"Why is a full grown man beating a small child?" He asked calmly, twisting his sword back in the correct form.
"That street rat has stolen from the market! He deserves punishment!" He hollered, making the kid flinch where he sat. The stranger moved in front the child in protection.
"Ah, I see. Well, that won't be tolerated." He spoke evenly raising his sword to the same height as the guards head. "But I do not tolerate oversized bullies. I would like to keep my katana clean if I can help it but if you press on I will have to get it dirty." The stranger threatened.
The guard visibly gulped, before taking a step back and taking off up the stairs. The boy sat behind him for a minute more before trying to move. He flinched back as he saw the stranger move to face him. He looked up and swallowed hard as he watched the stranger place his sword back in its hilt and gasped as he turned around. He kneeled down in front of the boy and offered his hand.
"How about we go pay that man for the apples. Hmm?" He asked. The boy observed his face, seeing the rough edges of his reptile looks.
"You are, turtle?" The boy asked, taking the gloved hand and and coming up with his savior? The stranger smiled and nodded before leading him out of the tavern and up back into the surface.
"I do believe this young man owes you an apology." The turtle spoke he said to the clerk who stood with his arms crossed in frustration. The boy hid behind the turtle, hiding his view on the man in front of him. The clerk leaned to get a better look at the boy and the turtle nudged the boy to come out from hiding. He stood there awkwardly for a moment before bowing slightly.
"My apologies sir." He spoke quietly. The turtle dug in his pouch and took hold of the small sack of coins and dropping just enough to pay for the apples.
"How would you say of possibly hiring this young man to help you around? You cannot move much and he is young, I am sure he will be of help for you." He proposed, reaching out to shake the merchants hand. The man huffed in disagreement, not wanting the thief to work for him. He reached out to return the gesture but wasn't expecting the iron hold and the sudden twist in his arm. He shouted and looked down to freeze. A symbol was embedded in the turtles wrist. Three triangles intertwined with each other was a symbol that was incredibly well known. The little boy looked up and saw the embedded sign and tilted his head in confusion as to what it was.
"Alright alright!" The man said in a panic. "He can work for me. But I will not go easy!" He tried to threaten, but the small smirk didn't leave the turtles face as he let go of his hand. He turned back to the boy.
"Now you will learn integrity. You are a working man now. No longer in need of stealing." He told him. The little boy nodded in agreement.
"I will work my hardest sir!" He said with excitement. The turtle padded his head in pride.
"Oye! Boy! Lets get started." The merchant yelled.
"Coming!" The boy yelled and started rushing to his new boss. He quickly waved goodbye to the turtle and the traveler stood in the middle of the bodega for a moment more before continuing his path.
He walked about a quarter of a mile out from the market till he made it a small road with cottages lined up from each other. He jumped out of the way quickly as horses came racing by him and coming to a stop in front of one of the cottages. He took notice of a person coming out of the carriage heading into one of the small homes. The turtle he had been searching for.
The turtle was struggling with a number of books and papers falling from his hands, trying to simultaneously fix his glasses as well. He was mumbling to himself and seemed oddly distracted. The turtle started to walk with more haste, making sure he made it before the turtle entered the home.
"Excuse me." He spoke up. That didn't catch the other turtles attention immediately as he started digging around for keys while balancing his books on his knee.
"Excuse me!" he said loud enough that he ended up spooking the turtle enough he dropped the remainder of his books and only held a couple of papers in hand.
"You wouldn't happen to be Donatello would you?" He asked. The turtle looked at him with confusion.
"Ah, yes sir and who would you might be?" He asked.
"My name is Leonardo, and I have some business to discuss with you."
A/N: I really shouldn't be starting a new story but I'm doing it anyways! Krieger in German means warrior and I will be using some different languages in this serious so look out for those endnotes for the translations! Hope you all enjoy!
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