SO! I AM JUST TWEAKING THE 2K12 VERSION OF ASAMI AND LUPA'S ORIGIN STORY, AND THEN GOING INTO THE CHAPTERS THAT PUT HER THROUGH THE EPISODES (ONE CHAPTER PER SINGLE EPISODE, SO RISE OF THE TURTLES AND ANY DOUBLE-LENGTH EPISODES WILL BE SPLIT INTO TWO CHAPTERS, KAY?), CUS I RE-READ IT, AND STILL LIKED IT! ANYWAY, THIS IS AN INTERESTING CHAPTER TO WRITE, AS I HAVEN'T WRITTEN FROM SPLINTER'S DIRECT POV BEFORE, SO DON'T SLAUGHTER ME WITH FLAMES, KAY? I'M REALLY BAD AT WRITTING SPLINTER, I KNOW. YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL ME. ;)

GOD BLESS AND GOOD DAY!

~THE LUPINE SOJOURNER

"Keep up, little one. We are almost to our last stop, and you can look around while I take care of my own shopping." I tell my daughter as she begins to lag behind me. I smile at her, and wait till she caught up, before picking her up into my arms, carrying her for the block or so that remains before we reach the Pet Store. She rubbed her eyes, letting out a small yawn; she had been walking for a longer period of time then she was used to, and it was just about her nap-time. She perked up immediately upon my entering the store. Soon enough, she wriggled out of my arms and ran off to the dog section while I went to look at the aquatics section. I wanted to look at some specific animals; turtles, for myself and my little girl, Asami. She was the first child Tang Shen and I had together, before my other daughter, Miwa, was born. Asami had been lucky, the night everything changed so completely for us. She had been in the orchard, where poor Tang Shen had so wisely told our daughter to run before the battle that so drastically changed my life ensued and everything went south. Asami had somehow known to come to my aid, trying to help me lift the beam that had fallen on me, nearly getting burned in the process before I was able to get us out of the flames. I am still haunted by the possibility of having lost my only remaining family to the flames Saki caused, only to remember that she was perfectly fine, though nightmares still came for us both. I had held her many nights now, soothing her night terrors and stilling her demons until she fell asleep, which in turn aided me in finding some purpose in my suddenly bleak life.

I shook my head clear of those memories as I browse. There was little use in reliving the past, especially not in this setting. I noticed a sign at the front of the store, leaning against a cage that contained four turtles. The sign was advertising free turtles with a purchase of fifty dollars or more. The store, I had been told by a sign attached to the outside window, was shutting down, and drastically dropped the prices on many animals to find as many of them a home as possible before they closed their doors. This was the perfect opportunity to purchase a pet, although I had only just started a job, and could only afford something very cheap. Suddenly, my daughter's hand is tugging my pants leg, interrupting my thoughts.

"Daddy, can you come and look at this puppy? It's only seventy-five dollars, and it's so cute!" She giggled as I pretended to be lead over to the window that displayed the puppy she had told me about. It was a mix of wolf and German Shepard, as pure wolves were unruly and harder to handle. Beautiful, and relatively inexpensive. These people must be desperate. I could hardly imagine sending this innocent and adorable young dog to the pound to be killed. On another hand, food for the dog would only add about twenty dollars to the bill, and it was Asami's fifth birthday. She had been asking politely for pet for a while now, so I had told my daughter that, as long as she took care of it without my reminding her, I would get her a pet of her choice. I agreed now, no matter how much I may come to regret this decision later on. She squealed with delight and hugged my leg excitedly.

"Oh, I will Daddy. I will. Thank you so much!"

I went to the back, grabbed a bag of dog food, and returned to the front and told the cashier, Sarah, judging by the name tag she wore, that I wished to purchase the dog. She looked relieved as she rung up the food, and the dog.

"Are you interested in our little turtles here, sir? Since you spent at least fifty dollars, they can be yours, free of charge."

I contemplated. They would not require a lot of money, as I believe they came with the cage, and they ate lettuce, which I had plenty of, being a recently converted salad eater myself. Much of the food in America was so foreign I found it unappealing. As long as they came with a cage, I saw no harm in taking the little ones home with me. But I could not just take the cage without asking, so ask I did.

"I would like to, if I may take the cage, as well, miss."

"Oh, that's no problem. The turtles are yours. Good day, sir."

"Goody day to you, as well." I said as I left the store. We walked along for about two blocks before some man ran into me, nearly causing me to drop the bag of dog food I had in the crook of my elbow, leaning against my shoulder, and the container with the turtles I had in my hands. I turned, but the man was walking away, without apparently noticing his bumping into me.

That man almost felt...metallic. Wait...were his eyes...glowing? Or is that just my imagination?

I followed the strange man to a random alley. There, another man that looks exactly like the first one was waiting. They were conversing in low tones, exchanging a canister of mysterious glowing ooze. This was too intriguing. I found myself drawn forward and unsettled all at once. Finding a few trash cans to hide Asami and her dog behind, I added a little extra shielding with the bag, knowing it most likely would not amount to much, and told Asami to stay where she was. I crept forward, forgetting the container of turtles in my hand. I was careless, too focused on the men, and mistakenly stepped on a rat, who scurried across my feet, brushing my leg as it did so. The men whirled on me, and started creeping forward.

"Go no further. This place is a place where you are not allowed to be in this place. We have been seen in this place by you, so this place is not a place that will be left by you."

Odd manner of speaking. I wonder what makes them speak like that. However, if it is a fight they wish, I will give them one, at the very least to keep them away from—

"Hey! Let me go! Help!"

I whirled around, panicking and tense, but there were other identical men blocking my view to where I had left my daughter. I closed my eyes, calming my mind. This would require all my concentration and focus. I honed my anger, harnessed it as a fuel that would be used sparingly, snapped my brown eyes open, sensing a movement from one of the men. He attempted to kick me, but I reacted faster than his kick, being an accomplished ninja (at least, I had thought so until Tang Shen's death and the fire. But I learned from my mistakes, or so I hoped...). Kicking the man in the stomach, I cleared a way for me to retrieve my daughter. Another man blocked the way, but I quickly punched him away, again striking the stomach, as it seemed to have some effect on them.

I saw Asami being held by the throat, and another man was opening the top to a mysterious container. I could tell that he meant to pour the liquid over my daughter's head. I hardly remember getting over there in my rage, kicking the man choking Asami out of the way, and catching her as she falls. The canister, however, landed on the ground, splashing over both of us before I could react. It felt as if it were acid against my skin. Immediately, I felt myself changing, morphing into something else. Nothing but pain, deep-rooted and more intense than I had ever felt before, registered.

Although the change expired in a matter of moments, it seemed so much longer. I looked around, but everything was out of focus. I could hear heavy panting, not my own. I felt for the figure I knew as my daughter. The feeling of fur greeted my hand when I reached her. I blinked a few times, partly out of shock, and my vision slowly cleared. My daughter, too, had changed. She was now more like a wolf, the very dog we had bought, as a matter of fact, but able to stand on her two legs, and she seemed to have retained her reason. I have yet to find out if she can still speak. She looks at me and I know that she remembers me as her father despite her terror and pain. I turn at the sound of running, and sirens, now so sharp in my ears, I cringe. Police are on their way. I see the men running down the alley, and into a van parked in the street. Within a minute, the van was gone. Now that the alley was mostly silent, another sound reached my ears; whimpering.

The whimpering of an infant. I looked to the source and saw that the four turtles I had just received were sitting in the ooze, looking like regular babies, except they had green skin, three fingers, and shells. I couldn't just leave them; who knows what would happen to them? Grabbing Asami, and setting her on her feet, I reach for the first turtle. This one had sapphire eyes, and emerald green colored skin. He whined at the contact, but I put him on my shoulder. Grabbing turtle two, this one with electric green eyes, and forest skin, I put him on my other shoulder. The two of them grab each of my ears, and I wince. The other two went on my hips. One had lime green skin, freckles across his face, and baby blue eyes. The other one had olive colored green skin, and a gap tooth in the front. I couldn't help a smile at the cute little kappa, sleepily cuddled against my skin. I saw the manhole cover off, and entered slowly. I wasn't even all the way down the short ladder when I remembered Asami's little dog. I think it had gotten hit with the ooze, but I couldn't be sure.

I reluctantly left the children at the bottom with strict instructions to Asami not to move, or let the others wander off. I saw the little puppy/child curled up in a ball, right where the men had been. It looked startlingly like Asami now did, except with more pronounced pointed teeth, and a less human-like presence in her face. I gently picked it up, and carried it down the ladder, stopping momentarily to put the cover back in it's place. The four turtles were cuddled against Asami, asleep. I gently put the wolf in my arms down, and picked up the kappa with sapphire eyes and emerald skin. He snuggled closer to my chest, seeking warmth. I re-positioned the turtle-children where they had previously been as I told Asami to either carry or lead her new sister and started walking down the sewer tunnel. This section looked abandoned, and judging by the stale, musty scent in the air, it had been that way for a long time. I followed the tunnels until they ceased at a, also abandoned, subway station. I saw that, with a little work, this could be a home. I started thinking of name's for all of my new children as I settled them in the central pit. I had recently taken on an effort to learn Western Culture and had taken great interest in the Italian Renaissance, and found some of the names interesting. The one with deep blue eyes crawled into my lap. He snuggled his head against my torn and tattered clothes, soon playing with the fur now encasing me. While his actions are uncomfortable for me, I gently lifted his head, and spoke softly, the name just coming to mind.

"Leonardo. You are Leonardo, little one." He seemed to grow bored with looking at me, so he scrambled out of my lap, and returned to his brothers and new sisters. Soon, the one with emerald eyes came over, and the name almost spoke itself. "Raphael." It just seemed to fit. He, too, went off to play, sometimes a little too roughly, causing a cry to come from one of the other children. Next was the one with red/brown eyes. Him, I named Donatello, because it, too, seemed to fit his intelligent gaze. That, and Donatello was one of my favorite artists. Finally, the one with freckles came over, and yawned as he squirmed into my lap. "Michelangelo." He seemed as wild and unique as his name, so I was satisfied.

Now, all that remains is to name my newest daughter, the wolf puppy. Italian artists' names didn't seem to fit, so I thought of different names for wolf. Okami...no. I wished to name her similarly to the turtles, and I eventually decided to name her after the goddess of the wolves, Lupa. I smiled. My children all have names now. I found myself increasingly attached to these six mutants. They were just as lonely as I was now. They needed me as much as I needed them. I felt so lost until the moment the ooze left me with six amazing, unique children. There was a small hallway with four bedrooms in the back (for the children as they grow older), and another one inside a large room, perfect for our family bedroom, as well as a dojo of sorts, and the smaller room would be my personal quarters once the children aren't needing so much attention, and concluded that this was, indeed, our new home. After all, there was no way I could continue living in my apartment. I would have to post it for sale online somehow. I growl under my breath, the sound harsh and almost feral to my sharper ears, at the injustice of my current situation.

I felt cheated. Just when I was getting my feet under myself again, rebuilding my life with my precious daughter...fate dealt me another blow. How could I recover from this?

Suddenly, my leg fur was tugged, halting my darkening thoughts, thankfully. I flinched slightly, unused to the feeling of fur being tugged, and looked down to find Asami rubbing her eyes, but wanting to talk to me. I crouched.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Asami?"

"Can we go home now?" It was a honest question, and I answered equally as honestly. There was no point softening the blow. My daughter had a keen mind, much like my beloved Tang Shen. Surely, she would eventually understand.

"I am sorry, but we have to live here now. If we do not, people will take me and you and your new siblings away. Do you understand, my child?"

"Hai, Daddy. I miss our home, though."

"As do I. Perhaps we can go get our things, and work together to make this place our home. Alright?"

"Deal, Daddy." she said, and yawned. It had hit her bedtime a few hours ago. I was surprised that she hadn't fallen asleep by now. I carried her out to the main room, to find all the others asleep. This was, perhaps, the best time to go get the things I had mentioned before, but Asami was already tired, and this could take a while. I should just leave her...however, she seemed eager to assist. Perhaps I could use the assistance...but no. In five minutes I had Asami fast asleep beside her new siblings. I slipped stealthily out of the subway station and soon stood near our apartment. I knelt down, leapt up, and started climbing the fire escape. I quickly opened the window, and manged to get in without sound. This new form had its advantages, it seems. The rat-like feet slipped silently over the carpeted floor of Asami's old room.

I left the bedroom, opened the closet, and retrieved one of the many duffel bags I had in a nearby closet (in case we needed to move quickly). I folded a few of her articles of clothing before I went to get what few things I needed. First, to my bedroom, where I discarded the tatters I currently wore and retrieved a hakama from my closet. Slipping it on, I felt a piece of humanity fall back into place. It was grounding, and I took a moment to let it seep in before returning to the mission at hand. If I were to train my children in Ninjitzu, which I intended to do, I would need all the weapons I could get. Soon, I had all of the things I required in duffel bags. Or at least, as much as I could carry. This would take awhile...

With that, I left through the same window I had come in by. Since I was carrying the four large duffel bags full of weapons, I found getting back into the sewers difficult, but somehow I managed it. I had memorized the route through the sewers, and was back in our new home within the hour. The six children were still fast asleep. I emptied out the bags in the soon-to-be Dojo. There was a tree, planted deep in a small square not tiled and it held promise of becoming a tall, strong source of wood in time, but I had no idea how it got there. I used the bags as makeshift beds for my new children. Soon, they were situated on the bags, and Asami, having woken up when I moved her sister, curled up and slept with me on my futon. The next morning, I fed the children some lettuce, and dog food (I had grabbed the bag after Asami was asleep for the second time), grimacing as I watched my own daughter chewing the pellets with relish. They all seemed to enjoy it, however, and soon they were satisfied. After that, Asami kept them busy while I went to scour the dumpsters around the Lair, as I had decided to call it.

I found many mattresses and other useful things in nearby dumps. Soon, I had five bedrooms set up, one or each of my sons, and one for the girls to share, until they got older. And a small refrigerator from my apartment. In fact, I soon stripped the place of anything useful in a matter of weeks. I know that people will spread rumors, as people always do, at my sudden disappearance, but it would be far worse if they knew what really happened. Soon enough, the small station started to look and feel like a home, like somewhere our odd little family could live in as much comfort as I could supply. Which, considering that I could only scavenge the dumpsters surrounding my new home, wasn't as bad as it could have been. There is truly much to be grateful for. I had to remember that, no matter how bleak the world may seem at times.

HOPE Y'ALL LIKED IT! THERE WILL BE MORE HAMATO FAMILY FLUFF NEXT CHAPTER OR TWO! THEN I'LL START THE EPISODES.