TMNT
Title: A Minute Of Perfection
Summary: A minute of perfection is worth working for.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the TMNT characters. I only own this story idea.
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A moment or a minute of perfection is something that everyone should work for, besides me and my brothers- no wait Raphael thinks that I should stop trying to make myself look better than him and our other two brothers in the eyes of our sensei.
If he thinks that I am trying to make to myself better than he, Donatello, or Michelangelo then he is very much mistaken.
But don't they know that I do it only for their protection? That I only do this trying to perfect each kata and any new move that our sensei taught us, because I love them with all of my being.
Speaking of my dear brothers, Donatello is probably in his lab working on some project or invention that he has an idea for and he is probably out in the junkyard. And Michelangelo? Who knows what my youngest brother is up to this moment, I mean when he is quiet, the Lair is peaceful without his pranks and Raphael chasing him around the Lair.
I do wonder what my brothers are doing right this minute, because I haven't seen them or even heard anything from at all today.
But now I probably shouldn't worry about them as I work on finishing this, before my brothers come home.
Why you ask or might be thinking? Well there is something and they think/know that I can't cook which is mostly and partly true.
There are days when the kitchen and I are essentially enemies with each other. And then there are days when we are seeminly not enemies at all.
Pit Pat Pit Pat...
Oh shell! I can faintly hear my brothers in the sewers outside our home, I can't let them catch in the kitchen and cooking the night's dinner. Well the good thing is that what I was cooking is done in the oven now. So I can open it and then quickly move into the dojo before my brothers enter our home.
I quickly leave the door open and then lauch myself into the dojo. I only have time to light one small candle and then plunge myself into meditation.
About a minute later, I find myself being shaken roughly out of my meditation by Raphael which somehow wasn't surprising to me at all. I grasped one of his arms gently to try and make him stop.
"Raph! Why are you shaking me like this?"
He snorted at my fake innocent act, he was the only one, who besides Sensei knew my secret.
"Come on Fearless. We're needed in the kitchen."
I stared up at him and he snorted again, before he was almost dragging me to the kitchen. I barely managed to get on my own two feet before we had actually entered the kitchen. I found that Donatello was sitting at the table watching Mikey, who was starring into the oven. He turned to face use, his face was blank and Don watched carefully. Raphael joined Don at the table, smirking in my direction as I turned my attention onto my youngest brother.
"Leo, were you in here cooking?"
"No, I've been meditating all day."
"Really? Then what do you call this then? And who else would be her cooking this meal?"
"Sensei easily could have it, Mikey."
"..."
That successfully shut Mikey up, both Don and Raph were smirking at us, having listened to our verbal words to each other. Perfection may only take a minute for some, but for me perfection in the kitchen may honestly take an enternity.
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