This time there ARE pairings. Well, just one. Don and Mikey aren't in this story. I don't really care though, I don't like them much anyways. So that means that the pairing is Raph/Leo. If you don't like turtlecest (Brother loving brother in non brotherly way. But that doesn't really matter because there's only turtle slash. Just fluffy stuff. No sex.) than don't read this story. For those of you that do like it, enjoy. (Leo is fifteen and Raph is nineteen)
A thin old woman clad in a pink dress, white apron, white headband, and pink slippers brought a basket into a field of fully grown wheat. She put the basket down and reached up to put her long blonde hair up in a pony tail with a black scrunchy before dropping to her knees and turning to a farm house in front of the field "Leo, Jake! Come on!" She yelled, plucking wheat from the ground.
A young boy shot out the screen door of the farm house, carrying his own basket. He was wearing blue jean overalls, black and white sneakers, a blue cap, and a short sleeved black shirt underniethe the overalls.
He stopped in front of the woman, placing his basket beside him, "Morning mommy." he grinned, pulling on the wheat.
The woman smiled, "Good morning Jake. Where's your brother?" she glanced at the house to see if her eldest son was coming.
Max giggled, "Weo fell asleep on the couch after staying up pwacticing too late. Again."
His mother rolled her eyes and got up, her knees creeking "I'll be right back."
She exited the field and opened the door 'That boy and his martialarts.' she thought, her eyes flashing in amuzement when she saw the young turtle sleeping quietly on the couch.
"Good morning Jenny." a man yawned, walking down the staircase. He came behind Jenny, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She chuckled "Morning Eric."
"Leo fall asleep on the couch again?"
"Yep."
"That boy's gonna train himself sick from training so much one of these days."
"Tell me about it."
"You sure you don't want to tie him to the bed before we go to sleep?"
Jenny rolled her eyes again and turned around, lightly shoving his shoulder, "I'm positive."
They looked at the couch when Leo started to stir. Leo groaned and sat up, rubbing his head. He froze when he saw that the sun was up instead of rising over the horizen, "Aw man!"
He jumped off the couch and rushed up the stairs, not noticing his adopted parents standing in the middle of the living room.
Leo came down a few minutes later, wearing a blue mask, dark brown kneepads and elbow pads, a brown belt, and a brown cloak.
He stopped dead in his tracks and grinned sheepishly when he saw his parents looking at him sternly, "Hey mom, hey dad." he chuckled nervously.
"Leonardo what did we say about staying up late?" Eric demanded, crossing his muscular arms.
"Um, not to." Leo mumbled.
"And what did you do?"
"I... stood up really late."
"Exactly! Leo I don't want you getting sick again. The last time you did this you caught pneumonia!"
"Dad stop worrying! I'm not going to get sick again, I promise. And besides, I didn't get sick because I was training too late I got sick because I got lost in the woods during winter.
Eric sighed in frusration, "It doesn't matter. Leo either you stop training so late or you stop training completely!" he growled, narrowing his grey eyes.
Leo stared at them in complete shock, "B-but dad... I've only been training for a few months! Mom you can't agree to this?" Leo turned to his mother pleadingly.
"I'm sorry Leo but I do."
"I-I" Leo was interupted by his little brother screaming, "MOMMY!! DADDY!!!WEO!!"
Leo and his parents were out the door in an instant, slack jawed. In the field were seven motorcycles circling around a frightened Jake.
"Jake!" Leo sprinted towards his brother, jumping next to him and holding him close.
"Weo I'm scared." Jake whimpered, clutching his big brother's cloak.
Leo put a hand on Jake's head, "Don't worry Jake, everythings going to be fine." he assured the frightened boy.
Leo reached behind his shell to unsheath one of his precious katanas only to find that they weren't strapped to his shell. 'No! I'm must have left them in my room!' Leo growled and backed away as one of the bikers aproached him.
"Ya thought ya could hide from us didn't ya? Ya thought that if ya changed yer mask color that we wouldn't recognize ya?" he said, his voice deap.
"Exuse me?" Leo raised an eye ridge, "I've never met you in my entire life."
By then all the bikers had stopped and were glaring at the blue masked turtle. Now that they were still Leo could see them clearly.
All of them, except for the man who first adressed him, were wearing torn jeans and leather jackets with dragons snaking down the back of them, and Leo could see that some of the men had dragon tatoos on their faces. The leader was wearing black armor.
"Who are you guys?" Leo demanded.
"Like you don't know." one of them scoft.
"Actually he doesn't." a gruff voice said from behind the group. Everyone turned around to the sounds of another motorcycle heading their way. A man in a black leather suit with silver armor attached to it was riding a black motorcycle, his head covered by a helmet with little flashlights on each side of it.
A chain came down from the armor on the man's forearm and he swung it at the gang leader, knocking him off his motorcycle. The man jumped off his own motorcycle and landed next to Leo and Jake, "You kids alright?" he asked.
Both nodded.
Leo was able to push his surprise aside and stepped forward, "Who are these guys? Who are you?" he asked, eyes narrowing.
The man waved the question away, "Later. First let me take care of these goons." the man took off and jump kicked one of the men, taking out another with a double helix dragon punch.
Leo cursed softly and was about to jump into battle with him when his father called him. He turned, a large smile gracing his face when he saw his adopted father holding Leo's katanas.
"Catch!" he yelled, tossing them to his son.
Despite his small amount of training Leo cauht them with ease, not even coming close to cutting himself.
He twirled them expertly and attacked...