Forget Me Not
Chapter 1: Tokyo
A/N: New story, I know. I got the idea from someone on another site and I couldn't help but write this. Hope ya like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own or know the TMNT. The idea was sparked by squirrellyturtleslut on deviantart.
It was painful even if not physically. The shot made it through my defenses and I tightened my grip on the practice staff. The shot was tried again but this time, my defenses held.
"Good recovery, Raph," he smirked, coming around with a hook. I blocked, snapping, "Ya repeated that move."
"I know I did." The attack was out of no where and I found myself pinned with his practice staff across my chest. "You're getting sloppy."
I growled. "Get off of me."
He straightened as I rolled to my feet. The kick I threw up connected with his chin, throwing him off balance.
"Raphael." I winced as Sensei called my name. I bowed in his direction. "Your sister is here to pick you up."
"Hai, Sensei."
I threw my bag over my shoulder and clasped the boy's shoulder. "Nice spar."
"Nice kick." He chuckled as he rubbed his chin. "I'll have to remember that if I'm in a fight."
"See ya, Keto."
"See ya, Raph."
I shifted my bag as I spotted her next to the door. Her blue eyes blink, a gentle smile on her face. Her smile disappeared as she asked, "We're going home, hu?"
"Don't worry, Katsu. Everything will be fine."
I saw the doubt in her hopeful eyes. Even though I hate seeing the doubt in her eyes, I knew there wasn't going to be any other way. When we get home, my mother usually goes berserks. Katsu's a foreigner, having lived with a freak like me in Japan with a crazy mother for nine years. My mother wasn't crazy till Katsu came but I will never blame Katsu for my mother's actions. My mother was bound to snap any ways.
"Hey, Raph?"
I turned to look at the rookie standing uneasily behind me.
"Hey, I was wondering if you could teach me that kick you did to Keto."
I opened my mouth to snap a reply but I swallowed it. I glanced at Katsu and sighed. "Ask Keto. He's a better teacher."
"Oh. OK."
The kid bounded off and I looked at Katsu when she placed a hand on my shoulder. "You've gotten better."
"Come on. She's going to throw a fit if we're not home soon."
She nodded and I led her out of the dojo. Silence hung around us till we rounded the corner.
"You know we could run."
I chuckled. "To where?"
"I don't know. America?"
I shrugged. I pulled my key out as I stated, "Where would we get the money?"
I saw the wry smile on her face as I opened the door. "Let me handle that."
I just rolled my eyes. "You better not steal anything."
I found myself on the ground, my cheek throbbing and my mother's feet before me. "You're late! You have been out doing drugs! Get up, monster!"
She grabbed my bandanna tails and pulled me to my feet in one yank. "How many times have I told you not to do drugs in front of Katsu! I don't need you influencing her foreign ass either!
"You bastard freak! You should be dead! I should have never taken your ass in! I should have let you die!"
I was pressed against the wall, her nails in my cheek. She continued her Japanese fit as Katsu pressed herself against the door, eyes cast to the floor and her English mind registering every word. The rant was over just as quickly as it started. My mother went to the kitchen as Katsu grabbed our bags and took my hand. She led me up the stairs and into the bathroom. As she rapidly patched me up, she muttered in English, "How late were we?"
"10 seconds."
"It's getting worse."
I winced as she pressed on my gashes. "There's nothing we can do."
She grabbed my chin and forced me to look into her eyes. "Yes there is. I have connections in America. I can get us set up there."
"How?" I hissed.
Silence hung over us for a split second. "There's a skier in Colorado I've been in contact with. His name is Leonardo Hamato and he can get us to Colorado. I have enough money that I've collected to get us to Colorado. He's going to pay me back half of what I spend on airfare.
"Our passports are in my room as well as all the paperwork your mother has on us. She's never looked at that information since our last check up at the doctors and she hasn't noticed that my room is now empty of every personal item I own."
I started connecting the dots. "That's why all your shelves are full of books."
"Exactly," she said, turning from English to Japanese. "There isn't going to be any thing to hold me."
"But you do know that Kat isn't susceptible to trickery like that," I said, noticing the shadow at the door. "She'll find a way."
A knock landed on the door lightly. "Dinner's ready you two."
"Thank you, mother. We'll be down in a minute," I said, giving Katsu a thumbs up.
"What are you two doing?"
"Cleaning up," Katsu said. "I just finished helping Raph patch up."
"Did he get into a fight again?"
"Yes."
"Was it with that boy at school?"
Katsu smiled. "No. It was a girl at the dojo."
"Raphael, you know better."
"It was just a sparing match gone wrong," Raph said, following Katsu's lead. "I'm fine mother."
"Well, OK. Hurry up, though. Dinner's getting cold."
The shadow left as Katsu turned the sink faucet on. She continued our conversation in English. "I've been careful to keep any trace that I've lived here not here. Since we take out the trash to be picked up every morning, I've thrown out belongings I don't need. The only thing I have to my name is a few outfits, a handful of personal items, and my toiletry. Everything fits in a backpack and suitcase with room to spare."
"And you want me to do the same?"
"Yes." Our rapid English conversation was coming to an end and she looked as if she had more to say than what was being put into this conversation. "Your mother is leaving for a job conference next week for 5 days. We'll leave the second day she's gone and during the first day, we have to make this house seem as if only she's lived here. We've got to get our DNA out of this house within that day."
"Fill me in on the whole story later," I said in Japanese as she opened the door.
"K."
The days went slowly by as things began to disappear around the house. Katsu had already told her teacher, my teacher, and our friends at school the plan and we were wiped clean from the school's records. She had all the paper work from our school on the laptop her friends and teacher had given her and she had already told my Sensei the news as well, keeping him updated every time she came to the dojo.
When my mother was at work, we went around the house looking for anything that may be connected to us. The first thing we raided was my mother's room and Katsu made notes on where every picture and every paper was at. The idea was to get rid of everything while she was on the business trip. Soon Katsu had a floor plan laid out on the laptop where everything related to us was at and the day that my mother left finally came.
"I'll be back Saturday," my mother said, kissing Katsu's forehead and rubbing my cheek. "Take care dears."
We nodded and when the door closed, we went straight to work, starting in our rooms. We changed our bedding and dusted the room down, not missing a crook or cranny. Katsu closed both of our doors when our luggage was down near the door and she began cleaning the doors. I went around the house, replacing all the pictures and pulling all the papers out of their hiding spots. When night fell, we were finishing up, finally dusting the kitchen.
A mound of garbage bags was against the wall near the door. Katsu took one last check over the floor plan and grabbed the cell phone that we used.
"I've already called the phone company and canceled our plan, erasing all the paper work online about it. Your mother's work files are wiped clean of all emails and anything else pertaining to us and the neighbors have been informed. Your dojo buddy, Keto, is coming by tomorrow to take care of the garbage."
"So that's it?" The kitchen was spotless now and we were next to our belongings.
"Yep. This is no longer our world, Raphael. As soon as we leave this house, there's no turning back."
I looked at the front door, my hands feeling weird in the gloves Katsu was having me wear. A bag for the homeless was lonely on the other wall and I smiled. Rubbing my scarred cheek, I grabbed my bag and smiled at Katsu. "Let's go."
A/N: There ya have it. Chapter 1 of a very strange story. Chapter two is up next.
