Ok, it's official, I am not consistent with my stories -_- I apologize.

Anyhoo, I've officially entered the 2012 TMNT fandom, seriously, I love this show more than I probably should. It's just so good ^-^

I love the idea of turtle tots, it's too cute 3 I think I'd die if they actually did that in the show (they did it in the old ones) so here's hoping :)

Ok, enough chit chat, on with the fic. I don't own TMNT.

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The Mutation

He had lost it all. His best friend, his wife, his child, his home. His move to America symbolised his new begining, though he will never forget the things he left behind. Hamato Yoshi had since left Japan and begun his new life in the bustling city of New York, a stark contrast to his previous living arrangement. He had moved into a small apartment, comfortable for one, and was now putting the finishing touches to his new home.

"Ah, good afternoon Yoshi." The man turned at the sound of the voice, adjusting the boxes in his arms to allow him to see its owner. An elderly woman smiled back at him as she exited her own apartment.

"Good Afternoon Mrs Winters." Hamato replied in a thick Japanese accent as he nodded to his neighbour.

"Still unpacking I see." Mrs Winters chuckled as she gestured to the stack of boxes in the younger man's arms.

"Ah, yes, how is it you say it? No rest for the weary?" The Japanese man answered as he placed the boxes outside his door. The elder woman chuckled again.

"Yes, well, how are you adjusting to life here in our fair city?" She asked. Toshiba straightened up, cracking his back as he did.

"It has not been to difficult, though I admit it has been a bit lonesome."

"You need to get yourself a woman then." Mrs Winters joked. Hamato felt his heart twinge a bit at that but hid it under a shaky smile.

"I do not feel I am ready for that." He answered. After what had happened with his beloved Tang Shen, he diluted he would ever be truly ready to love another.

"Then how about a pet? This apartment has no restrictions against animals." This actually got Yoshi's attention.

"I will consider it. Thank you for your concern." Hamato bowed politely to the old woman.

"You're welcome. Now I better be of, those bingo games don't win themselves you know." Mrs Winter laughed softly as she waved goodbye. Hamato shook his head, not sure if she was joking or not, and turned back to his door. Slipping the key inside he pushed the door open and dragged the boxes inside.

He spent the next few hours filling his empty apartment. Hanging ornaments on the wall and moving furniture to his liking. Once he considered enough was done for the day he stepped back and surveyed the room as he wiped the sweat from his brow, casually running his fingers through his black hair. The space was a little more homely now, yet he still felt he was missing. He thought back to his previous conversation with Mrs Winters. 'A pet huh?' The more he thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. With a final nod he grabbed his coat from where it lay on the couch and left his apartment.

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After half an hour, and asking three people for directions, Hamato finally made to the nearest pet shop. The corner shop was small, with a large window that covered most of the front. He noticed a poster stuck on said window. As he got closer he was able to make out the words 'Baby Turtles For Sale'. Yoshi stared at it fir a few more seconds. He had never considered turtles before. With his interest peeked he entered the shop.

The inside was like any other pet shop. Shelves filled with various animal foods and other necessities and different sized cages and tanks filled with animals, ranging from dogs to goldfish. Hamato's brown eyes scanned the shop until they finally landed on the tank he wanted. He walked over for a closer look.

Four tiny turtles roamed the tank. So small he could probably fit them all on one hand. He bent down so that his eyes were level with the glass. As he did, one of the small turtles turned to him and after some hesitation made its way closer. As it got nearer Hamato noticed It's green skin had a bluish tint to it. He was surprised when the animal then turned to the others and beckoned them over.

"Well well, you have a good eye."

Hamato jumped at the sound of the voice causing the owner to laugh. Once he composed himself, the Japanese man turned to face a young woman. The woman had he brown hair tied into a pony tail and wore a green apron over her shirt and jeans.

"I do beg your pardon miss..." Hamato hesitated.

"Just call me Lottie." The woman replied with a kind smile. "You thinking of buying?" Lottie asked as she gestured to the tank.

"I was considering it." Hamato replied as he returned his attention back to the turtles. Lottie joined him, both watching the tumbling baby reptiles.

"I'd like 'em to go to a good home, ya know. We just recently rescued them, their pond was polluted and their mother was nowhere to be seen." The young woman said sadly.

"They are siblings?" Yoshi asked, not once taking his eyes off the turtles.

"Yep, four brothers." Hamato considered her response.

"I will take them." He sounded absolute as he stood straight.

"What, all of them?" Lottie stood as well, looking at the black haired man with wide eyes.

"Yes, if that is acceptable?" The shop owner replied with a bright smile.

"It's perfect." She practically squealed. "Come with me and we'll fill out the paper work."

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Once the paper work was filled out, Hamato left the shop with the necessary items to care for his new pets and a small tub containing the baby turtles and a small sand island as a temporary home until he could acquire a proper tank for them. He smiled as he watched the smallest of the turtles roll around on its back as the blue tinted one attempted to correct it. The palest turtle was slowly scraping at the sand bank as though inspecting it, whilst the final and darker skinned turtle sat in the corner looking a tad grumpy.

Since he was to busy studying his pets, Hamato did not see the tall man, dressed in a black suit, until he roughly shoved past him, nearly causing him to drop his precious cargo. He would have ignored it, blowing it of as just another busy New Yorker, however, something felt...off about that guy. So against his better judgement he decided to follow him.

Using skills he hoped he would never have to use again, the Japanese man stealthily snuck after his target. He followed the shady man into an equally shady alley way and what he saw made his eyebrows crinkle in confusion. His target was now joined by another man who looked completely identical, right down to the buttons on their blazers. The pair exchanged a few words before one of them revealed a cylindrical canister filled with a bizarre, glowing, green liquid. With his interest peeked, Hamato took a step into the alley, unfortunately at the same time a rat had decided to run right where he placed his foot, causing him to step on the small creatures tail. The resulting squeal attracting the strange men's unwanted attention. Hamato cringed as the men made their way over to him.

"Halt. This place is a place that you are not allowed to be in this place." Yoshi took a step back, astonished by how the man had spoken. He heared footsteps behind him and turned to see two more men, each identical to the last.

"We have been seen by you in this place so this is a place that will not be left by you." Even the way they talked was identical and strangely robotic.

Hamato closed his eyes and calmed his mind. He was hoping to leave his life as a ninja master back in Japan, but now it seemed he had no choice. In one swift movement he opened his eyes and kicked the nearest man in the head. The stranger stumbled slightly before righting himself and giving Hamato a blank stare. Suddenly the others were upon him. Tightening his grip on the tub of turtles, Yoshi allowed the ninja to take over, delivering kick after punch, taking note of the hardness of the men's faces. A particularly strong kick in the stomach caused the man holding the strange liquid to lose his grip on the container, sending it flying into the air.

Hamato was to occupied to notice the canister fly right in his direction, until he finally felt the glass smash as it hit him head on. He watched the thick, glowing green liquid drip down himself and form a puddle at his feet. The next thing he felt was the pain. The sheer, burning pain. It felt as though his insides were burning, his bones breaking, his skin stretching. The pain was so intense that it caused him to lose his grip on the tub of turtles, allowing them to fall to the floor, the glass canister shattering upon impact and leaving the small reptiles exposed to the puddle of goo.

Hamato took no notice. He cried out as he felt his body changing. The clothes he was wearing began to tear and rip and with one final cry of pain he broke free from the fabric and fell to his knees. How long he stayed like that, he didn't know. The pain had dulled to a constant throb. Hamato opened his eyes and looked at his hands. They were slim and pink with four fingers and sharp nails. Shaking, he allowed his eyes to travel up his arm, noticing the thick brown fur covering the appendage. His breathing became heavier as he began to panic. Slowly, he crawled over to a puddle of rain water and the sight that met him nearly caused him to pass out. The face of a rodent stared back at him with deep red eyes. A rat. The strange liquid had turned him into a giant rat. Hamato was about to cry out when someone else beat him to it. He felt his newly formed ears twitch at the sound of a young child's cry. His whiskers twitched nervously, scared he had been caught, however, when he turned around his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and his jaw practically dropped to the floor.

Sat behind him were four, small, green, humanoid creatures. Each was about the size of a human baby with solid looking shells covering their backs. 'Wait, shells? No...it couldn't be." Hamato thought to himself as he watched the smallest one be dragged out of the ooz by one with a bluish hint to its green skin. The smaller one cried as he was dragged. The one dragging him slipped and fell back into the thick liquid with a small 'squish'. Hamato noticed tears in its deep blue eyes, yet it didn't let them fall as it dragged its companion to safety. Once united, all four creatures huddled together, sniffling and crying miserably. Now that they were out of he goo, Hamato was able to get a good look at them.

The one with the bluish tint was trying to console the others, yet it to had tears falling down its small cheeks. The smallest one had lighter skin with darker green freckles covering its chubby cheeks. His sky blue eyes were wide and scared as he continued to sob. The next one was taller than the others and had the lightest skin tone and a slimmer build. It's large, brown eyes were full off tears as it surveyed the alleyway. The last one was the darkest of the group with vibrant green eyes and a stockier build. It's face was set in a pout, though tears still fell down it's cheeks.

Hamato continued to stare, not quite believing his eyes. It couldn't be. But it had to be.

"T...Turtles?"

Four pairs of eyes turned in his direction.

Wanted to right more but ran out of space on my kindle -_- gonna move to the laptop so I can write more pages.

Anyways, hope it turned out ok :) New chap soon, and I mean soon. I'm literally writing it now ;P untill next time!