The Name of the Game
Jedi Goat
Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT.
Author's Note: Hi, I'm new to the turtles fandom, so they might be a little OOC.
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It was a calm, peaceful kind of day down in the secret lair of the teenage mutant ninja turtles. Master Splinter had gone topside, taking Raphael and Michelangelo with him to forage for useful things for their home. Donatello, as usual, had locked himself away in his room and lab. Leonardo had gone to the dojo to practice the latest katas Splinter had taught the brothers.
He worked through the moves slowly at first, getting a feel for the new pattern. Then, he began increasing his speed, moving faster and faster in almost fluid actions.
Leonardo ended the ritual with a rapid back flip through the air, landing lightly in a crouch with one katana held out, evenly balanced in his hand. He held the position for a moment, savoring his achievement. He now had the task of making sure his brothers learned the katas; it would be difficult, as none of them seemed to see ninjitsu as important as he did.
Letting out a long breath, he stood, sheathed his katana and stretched. Perhaps now he should work on –
An angry yell from elsewhere in the lair brought him crashing back to the present. Lightning-quick, he grabbed his swords from their holders upon his back. Leonardo raced down the hall with his katana in hand, braced for anything. He heard the yell again and swerved toward Donatello's room. He slammed open the door and jumped out of the open, just in case.
"Don!" he called out. "What's wrong?"
Peering cautiously around the doorjamb, he saw his younger brother Donatello was standing in the midst of his invention-strewn room, an old metal toaster in hand. Nothing seemed out of place. Leonardo took a step closer…and then he saw the fire in his normally pacifist brother's eyes.
"Don?" he ventured carefully.
Donatello brandished the toaster at him. "Again!" he hissed between clenched teeth. "That's the seventh time in five days that Raph's broken the toaster. I'm fed up with it!"
Leonardo didn't really known what to say to that. Donatello continued, "And now I find this at my door." He raised two pieces of china. Leonardo recognized the ancient plate, edged with gold. It had been a priceless find from years ago.
"That's Master Splinter's!" he gasped.
"Yes," growled Donatello, "and Mikey broke it! It says right here on the note he left, asking, no, begging me to fix it before Splinter gets back!"
Leonardo recalled that morning, when he and Splinter had been having a private lesson in the dojo. He knew Michelangelo had been preparing breakfast – and that he had been practicing with his nunchucks at the same time. Leonardo winced.
"Well, why don't you just tell Splinter that Mikey did it?" he wondered.
Donatello got an unfamiliar and very creepy glint in his eyes. "No. I have a better idea." He strode over to his workbench and sat down, fiddling with the toaster.
Leonardo hovered over his shoulder. "You're fixing it?" he dared to ask, hoping Donatello was going back to his usual self.
Donatello swiveled around in his chair. "No," he smiled slyly, "just something called revenge."
"Ah," said Leonardo, deciding wisely that he shouldn't ask.
A few days later, Leonardo awoke to screaming: it seemed the toaster had spewed pink goo all over Raphael and Michelangelo. He'd never realized that both of them screamed like girls. Or that Donatello really knew how to play the revenge game.
The End
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