A/N. Now, to the crazy fact, and this is crucial: THIS IS A CROSSOVER, BUT I DECIDED TO PUT IT HERE BECAUSE IT CAN BE SEEN MORE! I have seen people do that, and they are okay, so I decided to do that as well, because I know it won't be seen as much if it were in the crossover section. But if they want me to move it to the Cross-Over section, then I will gladly do that. This will be a Crossover of TMNT, and CATS the Musical. I do not own any characters from either. I only own my OC's. And I do have a few OC's, and will tell you when they appear. Now, let's get into the story! Once you're done, leave a review, favorite, follow, and as always… Enjoy!
Hello! Well, before we get into this, needless to say, this has gotta be the wildest fanfiction I've ever done! So be prepared for it to completely spiral from the course of the show (2012 verse)! It's a retelling of the story, just with a few more characters, and much more confusion. Be prepared to be confused...just a little. But if you're not confused, then okay!
Chapter One: Resident Freaks, Part 1.
New York City, N.Y.
September 29th, 2012
(Rumpleteazer's POV).
I managed to wrestle myself from sleep once the eyes got too unbearable to look at.
It was always the same dream. Blue eyes that were always so foreign, but so familiar at the same time. Those eyes frightened me. Because they were always so filled with fear. What were they scared of? And how was I connected with them? But I've never gotten answers, because when it was too much, I would force myself to wake again. It felt good to get back to reality. But I know those eyes too well. And I never knew when they would come back again.
This time, I sighed in relief as the memory of the dream began to fade. Good. Better. I've had enough of those eyes for a lifetime.
When I glanced over at my alarm, I saw that it was early. Just after five a.m. Leo would be up by now. He always got up early to get in some extra training or meditating. I knew my brother too well. But maybe he wouldn't be up just yet. After all, it was his fifteenth mutation day today. I had already turned thirteen a month ago. Well, I guess the dream wanted me up early today, so I was up for good. Yawning, I slid out of bed and started to fix the fur on my head.
Yes, I said fur.
That's a downside of being a mutant cat. All that dang, tangled fur.
My fur was bright orange, with black and white stripes. I looked a little bit like a tiger, but that was cool. My eyes were a soft, pretty brown, and there were freckles sprinkled over and around my nose. A silver mask had adorned my face, complete with two ponytails. I clipped back some of my head fur with a red hair clip. Two necklaces rested on my throat, one a black choker with red and orange jewels, the other a gleaming, cream-colored pearl necklace. I had a brown belt that went around my waist, and honey-colored wrappings around my ankles, wrists, and fingers. Hanging from the sides of the belt, were my two chakram. Chakram were disk-like weapons, which were used for throwing, and were very sharp. With a swish of my tail, I turned on my heel and walked out into the hall.
The lair was dark, as it usually was in the early mornings. I tiptoed out of the tiny hall that held four rooms, two of them empty, and the other two occupied by me and Leo. Mother and Sensei wouldn't be up yet, so that was good. I walked through the living room, remembering all the times Leo and I played in here as children. All those times we pretended to have adventures when we were younger. Innocent little things. We had a good childhood. And we're still going strong.
It's not easy living in the sewers. But we had good space, and an amazing home, where no one could ever find us if they tried.
I think I should explain why we live in a sewer in the first place.
Mother and Sensei's lives hadn't always been perfect. There were some horrific things happening before I was born. It all started in Japan, which is where my parents were from. My mother's name is Tang Shen Hamato, and she was actually from China, with Japanese ancestry, but she moved to Japan to be closer to my father, Hamato Yoshi. He was a ninja. A real ninja, with a clan and everything! The Hamato clan thrived well, and practiced in the art of ninjutsu, like it had for centuries. My father was the son of the clan leader. That position would later be turned over to him once his father passed on. But that never happened. And it was all thanks to the Foot Clan.
The Foot Clan was a group of bloodthirsty, dishonorable ninjas who were the Hamato's biggest rivals. They had been at war with each other for so long. One night, my grandfather led an attack on the Foot Clan base, and wiped nearly every single one of them out...except one. The infant son of the leader. And the baby's name, was Oroku Saki. My grandfather took him in, and raised him alongside my father.
They grew up like brothers, and extremely close. Nothing could ever tear them apart, until Mother came along and became friends with them. They both fell head over heels for her, and it tore a rift in their bond. When Mother chose my father over Saki, any hopes of them ever making up were so close to being out of reach. It was so close to the edge, that all it needed was one push to send their worlds crumbling down to the fiery ashes of disaster.
And that one push had been mercilessly given, for not long after, Saki found out about his true heritage, and that he had been living a lie for a life. He fled, saying he would never return. Meanwhile, Mother and Sensei got married, and a year later, had a daughter. Her name was Miwa. She looked almost exactly like her Mother. They even shared the same shining amber eyes. They lived happily for a year, cherishing every moment spent with each other. Miwa turned a year old, and they thought they would never have to worry about anything else again. Ignorance is bliss, I guess. But the bliss didn't last long.
Because Saki came back. With the intent to kill my father, and take my mother and Miwa.
Saki and my father fought for a long time, and the house caught fire after a candle was knocked over. Mother was able to escape, but not without getting injured. She was badly hurt after taking a blow for my father. They managed to get out alive, but not without a price. Because by the time they had gotten far away from the fire, Miwa was gone. She had completely vanished, and was considered as good as dead.
Sensei and Mother couldn't stay in Japan any longer. It caused too much pain and longing for their daughter. So they set out for America and came here, to New York City. What an amazing place. I haven't seen it yet, but I've heard so many great things. Only a few days after they got here, however, things quickly spiraled into the abnormal once again. They had been walking down the street one day, when three men ran by, one carrying a sack, one carrying rope, and one carrying a baby turtle. Now, something was definitely off about these guys, so they decided to follow him. They had run into an alleyway, and had taken a canister of a glowing green chemical out of the sack.
Suddenly, Sensei accidentally got both himself and Mother caught by stepping on a rat's tail by mistake. The men spotted them, and tried to take them out. Sensei shouted for Mother to run, and she did. Sensei fought them off, but he and the baby turtle got covered in the chemical, resulting in a mutation for each of them. Sensei got turned into a mutant rat, and the baby turtle was transformed into a humanoid baby turtle. Mother came back, and despite being shocked at what happened, wasn't afraid. They spent days hiding from the men, who by now were after them. They also kept the baby turtle, seeing how similar he acted to a human baby.
After many days of chasing, they finally found somewhere to hide. An abandoned subway station. It may have been dark and dirty, but after some cleaning up, it was a perfect home. For Mother and Sensei, but also for Leonardo, my brother.
Yes, Leo was the mutant turtle. He has emerald green skin, and ocean blue eyes. He has a brown belt around his waist, brown elbow pads and knee pads, and crisp white cloth wrappings around his own wrists, fingers and ankles. He has a mask too, in dark blue. His weapon is a seriously complex one; the katana blades. Two legendary swords, that were wicked sharp, and extra hard to use. However, my brother handles them with ease.
Now, you might be wondering; do I have a really crazy cool past like Leo? Was I a baby kitten, first? Or was I a human baby girl? The correct answer...neither.
No one knows how I came around. I had been dumped into the sewers on my own, with nothing but a pink fleece blanket, the necklaces, and a small piece of paper, that says:
Rumpleteazer.
Born: August 19th, 1999.That's all. Two measly sentences…and, we're moving on.
So anyways, I was only three months old when I was abandoned by who knows who. Mother found me close to the lair, after she had heard my wailing. It had been cold that November night, and I was freezing, and hungry, and pretty ticked off to begin with. So, Mother and Sensei took me in as their second daughter, and lucky Leo got me for a sister.
Speaking of Leo, I had gone into the dojo to find him practicing. The swords were gliding through the air with grace and posture as my brother thrust them every which way, slashing at invisible enemies and foes that didn't exist. He kicked, punched, swung his katanas, flipped, all that good stuff. It didn't get really exciting though, until I flung my chakram into the air, right at Leo. It spun like a boomerang, and clashed with the blades, striking them, and their owner, off balance. Leo gasped at the unexpected appearance of my weapon, before turning and seeing me, other chakram in hand, ready for training. He smirked. "You're really getting good at throwing your chakram, even for someone who hates getting up early."
I smirked. "Well, maybe I wanted to give you an early mutation day surprise. You're always pestering me about wanting to sleep in." I said, getting into a sparring stance. Leo snickered, and also got ready for the fight. "Well then...challenge accepted!"
We ran at each other and our weapons clashed together. The loud metal 'CLANG!' sounded around the room. So much for being quiet. But that didn't matter. We were in a heated battle now, and I was getting the upper hand. We were pretty much chasing each other around, laughing and shouting, "You'll never catch me!" Then I got an idea. I somersaulted under him, and let him spin around. He pointed his swords at me and I bent over backwards (sort of) to duck. They came so close to getting me. They only just got the tip of my tiny bangs.
Leo straightened up. "You let me win." he said. "You never do that." I lifted my head and grinned. "Happy Mutation Day, big brother." I simply answered. Leo beamed. "Thanks little sister." He helped me up. And then we heard another voice enter. "Ahem." we heard behind us. We both yelped and turned around.
Sure enough, there was Sensei. And Mother was standing right behind us. They looked pretty amused.
"You two really shouldn't do that anymore." said Leo. "You pretty much gave us heart attacks!" Sensei smirked. "You did very well, Leonardo. Rumpleteazer normally doesn't want to let you win." I grinned. "Guilty as charged." Mother went over to Leo and hugged him. "Oh, Happy Mutation Day Leonardo! I can't believe it! Fifteen already! Where on earth did the time go?!" Leo and I shrugged and rolled our eyes.
Mother was a very bright, optimistic person. She loved us to death, no joke. She always remembered if one of us wanted to spend some time with her, or comforted us when we were upset about something. She was everything a mother should be, with her caring amber eyes to complete the picture. She misses Miwa, but we've helped her move on from the incident in Japan. Nothing could change that, ever.
Sensei was just as amazing. He's the one who taught us everything we knew. Leo's sort of a teacher's pet, wanting to get as much attention from him as possible, but sometimes he got a little carried away. Sensei always makes sure we're safe and happy down here. He loves us, very much, and even though he also longed to still have his first daughter, we have healed the hole in his heart. Our parents were so happy with us. I didn't want anything to make that different.
After a few hours of going about normally, it was time to celebrate. Believe it or not, mother had actually gotten a cake! We rarely got cake, and only ever had it a few times in our lives, so this was a real treat. While we were eating Leo looked as if he had something on his mind. I think Mother noticed, because she asked, "What's wrong Leonardo? You look like you have something troubling you."
Leo took a deep breath, and said "Mother, Sensei...now that I'm fifteen...do you think I'm ready to go to the surface?"
Everybody stopped, including me. I looked at Leo shocked. The surface? I didn't really think about the surface much. I knew that was where everyone else on earth lived. But we've never been there. We can't. Because we're mutants, no one else can know that we exist. If they did, we would be taken away for experimenting. Mother was the only human I knew, ever, but she would probably be arrested for keeping us down here with Sensei. Humans wouldn't understand us, and our happiness, would go completely out the window. We've been down here our entire lives...but our parents always promised that we would go up one day. Could tonight be that time? Our time?
Sensei and Mother had gone out of the room to talk about it. Leo looked nervous. I sat closer to him. "You okay?" I asked. Leo looked at me. "I really want to see what's up there. I have to know," he said. I nodded. "That was very brave of you to ask. And I know how much you want to see the surface. I do, too. Even if we don't end up going tonight, we will go up someday. I promise." Leo smiled at me. "Thanks, Teazer."
Suddenly, Mother and Sensei came back into the kitchen. Leo and I held our breaths. Our parents looked at us, then each other, then back at us, and finally…
"You're mother and I have come to a decision," said Sensei, "That you are both old enough to go to the surface."
We sat in silence for a few seconds, before both jumping up and shouting with victory. We were going! We were finally going to the surface! I couldn't believe it! We were ecstatic. Leo scooped me up and spun me around. Normally, I would have protested, but I was too happy to even care. We were going to the real world. Finally, like a real person.
It was time.
I just hope we never encounter the eyes…..
(Mungojerrie's POV).
"HEY! GET BACK HERE WITH OUR LOOT!"
I laughed with glee as I ran with the Purple Dragon's loot. They would never even think to look for me up here. That's the good thing about them being a street gang. The rooftops are my sanctuary.
Feeling the night wind fly through my fur calmed me as the run softened to a steadily paced sprint. It was warm out tonight. The moon and stars were out for once, and reflected the incredible city lights beautifully. I leapt onto rooftop after rooftop with ease, smiling at my victory. The Purple Dragons are a street gang of idiots that like to pick on people and steal. I always returned what they stole, like Robin Hood. An anonymous Robin Hood to be exact. As I passed the bank, I threw the money back down onto the doorstep. Then I made my way to the nearest restaurant.
Okay, I know I said that I always returned what was stolen, but that was only when the Purple Dragons stole something. I stole food for myself, but only when I know that it's absolutely okay to eat. Luckily, I managed to get a pizza. A whole pizza! I knew when food was still good, because I've had years of experience taking it. Okay, that might have sounded wrong. I took it, but it's not like anyone was still gonna eat it, right? Plus, it was for a good reason. It was for us, to make up for the little food we managed to get.
Yeah, I said us. There's two of us, living together. One of them is, of course, me. And the other is my little sister, Jemima. It's been the two of us for as long as I can remember. I was abandoned when I was tiny. But I figured out how to take care of myself. And when I was four, and Jemima came along, I took care of her. I figured that she didn't deserve to be alone. I definitely had some sense when I took her in that I was her real big brother. I don't know how, but I had gotten a feeling, and it felt like that was right. We've been together for eight years. It's not been easy, with almost no food. But we've been able to manage.
I came across an old warehouse. On the windows were many boards, but one was loose. Having done this by heart, I easily slipped under the board without hurting myself, jumped down to the floor, and said, "Jemima? I'm back."
Silence, then the sound of running footsteps came from in the shadows. In seconds, a tiny figure was darting into the light, throwing herself into my arms, and shouting "JERRY!" I laughed as my baby sister clung to me. "Hi, Jemmy." I said. She saw the pizza box in my arms and gasped. "Pizza?!" she asked, taking the box. She opened it and squealed with delight. "You actually found a pizza!" she shouted. "Shh, we have to keep it down, remember?" I said. She nodded, then put the box back into my hands. "I'll go turn on the lights so we can see better." she said, then shot back into the shadows nimbly.
In seconds, the lights above on both the ceilings and balcony went on, enough to really see our home. On the bottom floor, Jemmy and I had set up a few crates and boxes to serve as a table and chairs. Jemima had a box of old toys that she played with in another corner. We kept a couch and T.V. in yet another corner. The reals doors were blocked with large boxes I had pushed in front of them, to keep anyone from entering. Jemima ran down the stairs from the balcony and took the pizza box again. We walked over to the crates and sat down to eat.
Now, you might be asking...how old are we exactly? Now, this might come as a shock, but we're thirteen and eight. Yes, Jemima was only eight years old. I had turned thirteen last month, in August. As I said before, we've been on our own since we could both remember. Taking care of one another, surviving at all expenses, you name it, we've done it together. And one of the only ways we managed, was because of our abilities. We're not normal, and we'll never be normal. Heck, I don't even know if we were to begin with. The only information I know about myself is this:
Mungojerrie.
Born: August 19th, 1999.Whenever I look at it, I think, really? That's the only information a mutant cat can live with?
Yup. That was said correctly. I'm a mutant cat, and so is Jemima.
Whoever was responsible for us when we were born dumped us in the alley alone, with no parents, or any resources we needed. It was a wonder that I was smart enough to figure out how to take care of myself, let alone my sister! But it's happened, by some miracle, and we've survived as mutants.
I could see why they threw me out. I wasn't the best looking. My cat fur was in wild stripes of orange, black, and a bit of white, and my eyes were a light sky blue. For some reason, I had a collar. It was black, with tiny silver circles on it. On the other hand, I saw no reason why no one would want Jemima. She was adorable, and could melt even the hardest of hearts. Her fur was black and white, with a dark red on her shoulders and head. She had the biggest brown eyes you would ever see, and an even bigger heart. She also had a collar, again black, but with large spikes on it. I would protect her with my life if I had to.
"So, did anything happen while I was out getting dinner?" I asked. Nothing normally happened, as usual. Jemima smiled. "Only a few pigeons getting into a fight over a dropped pretzel. You know how pigeons are." she said with a giggle. I laughed. "Sounds about right. Well, I ran into the Purple Dragons trying to rob the local bank again. But I got away with the loot and gave it back before anyone saw me, or before they could get away with it." I explained. "Those idiots will never learn." she said. "They have no real goal in life to do anything but steal. Unlike me, who wants to learn how to speak German." she said.
"Is this about Starlight Express?" I asked. Jemima liked Broadway shows, and her all time favorite was Starlight Express. She wanted to see it so bad, but the only place it was still running to this day was Germany. I couldn't work up the courage to tell her she might not see it anyways, even if she did know how to speak German, which she has been training herself to do. She wouldn't be able to because of her appearance (not to mention...how would we get there in the first place?). Still, I kept my mouth shut, as to not upset her. I mean, she was only eight. I was planning on telling her when she was, like, sixteen. That's another eight years away.
She nodded. "Yeah. Of course, I do know a few fluent sentences. I wish someone could teach me for real though." she said. "Whoever could must be very smart. It's hard." I smiled. "You'll see it one day. I promise."
She grinned. "You really think so?"
"I know so." I said.
After that, we didn't talk much. We had as much pizza as we could handle, then packed up whatever was left and stored it in the small refrigerator we had found a while ago and managed to get running. After that, we went upstairs to get ready to fall asleep. We had one large hammock that served as our bed. We crawled in, and soon after, Jemima fell asleep, cuddled up next to me. But for some reason, I wasn't able to fall asleep. I was just thinking too much. I hate it when that happens.
When someone has too much to think about right before their supposed to fall asleep, they just don't sleep. It's a troubling thing. And I despise it. Tonight, I was just listening to the sounds of the city, and how they interwove with one another. The car horns, the sirens, all the people talking. It was very distracting, but calming at the same time…
"AHHHHHHHHH!"I swear, I nearly jumped out of my fur. Jemima was also startled awake. "What's going on?!" she asked, her already enormous eyes wider than ever. "I have no idea… but I'm going to find out. Stay here, and don't move." I said. I was panicking as I slipped out of the hammock and crossed the room to the one window that wasn't boarded up. Oh gosh. If someone saw us...that meant trouble. I had to protect my sister, no matter what. I leapt up to the windowsill and peaked outside. And what I saw made my stomach lurch in both utter shock and fear.
This was not happening. No, I wasn't seeing another mutant cat...was I?!
I blinked, I rubbed my eyes out, I smacked myself saying "Come on Jerrie, wake up!" The mutant cat outside didn't go away. Neither did the weird looking green creature that held two sharp looking swords standing beside her. Not only that, but they were fighting four identical men, who looked too identical, and a fifth man was throwing a red-headed man into a large white van, and a fourteen year old girl who had to be his daughter was trying to stop herself from being tossed inside as well.
This was crazy. Crazy and too much.
"JEMIMA!" I shrieked. Okay, I didn't have it in mind to sound that scared, but this was a mind-boggling emergency. Jemima came running as fast as she could. "Look!" I shouted as I grabbed her little paws and helped her up. She pressed her face right up to the glass and gaped. "Oh my gosh!" she shouted in a high pitched voice. She then turned and hopped off the windowsill and said "We have to help them!"
"What?!" I said. "We can't do that! Jemmy, we should think about this first!" I said, leaping off and running after her. She had already made it to the window. "Well, we can't just let them get injured!" she said. "I'm going!" I made it a mental note to keep up with her next time this happens. We squeezed past the board and rushed down the firescape. Out on the surprisingly empty street, it was a scene of chaos. The other creature, which I could now identify as a turtle, was being tossed around by three of the four identical men. The fourth was carrying the teenaged girl, with red hair and blue eyes like mine, towards the van where her father was unconscious. "Let go of me!" she screamed, beating on the man's back like it was a drum. He didn't even acknowledge her. He just walked nearer and nearer to the van with a blank expression. But he didn't see me, so he didn't see what was gonna happen next.
I ran forwards. When the girl saw me running towards them, she screamed in horror. "It's okay! I'm gonna take care of this jerk!" I said, taking her hands and trying to pull her free. "Jemima, stay out of the way of these guys! They're really strong!" I shouted to my sister. The girl looked up and gasped when she saw Jemima. Jemima seemed to not have heard me. She went right in front of the guy and jumped on him, miniature claws flying and scrabbling to get a scratch on him. "Let her go! Let her go now!" she screamed at the top of her lungs into his ear. I immediately tried doing the same. He just kept walking, no matter how deep Jemima scratched or how hard I pulled on the girl's hands. It's like he was literally not human! "TEAZER! LOOK!" I heard behind me. I heard a strangled scream, and looked up. It was the other mutant cat, the one who looked just like me. She looked terrified.
Suddenly, Jemima and I were shoved to the ground. I hit my head and groaned. Car doors slammed, an engine revved to life, and the van, the girl and her father, and all five of their kidnappers were gone. "JERRIE!" I heard Jemima shout. Everything began to go all fuzzy as my eyelids fluttered. My head tilted back and I began to lose consciousness, even though I didn't want to.
The last things I saw before blacking out, were three faces. Jemima's, horrified with tears beginning to run down it, the turtle's, concerned with a hint of stunned, and the cat's who looked just like me. She looked numb. At least, I think she did. I couldn't really tell. I was focusing on her eyes. They were just like Jemima's eyes, only a little smaller, but I knew I had seen them before. And the realization hit me as the darkness seeped into my vision.
I had seen them in a nightmare. My worst nightmare.
A/N. Stay tuned! ;)
Well, that was a little short, but Part Two is immediately after this, so you can look at that right after you're done with this. Anyways, I hope you liked Part One, and I also hope you like the story in general. Next chapter, it's gonna get a bit more exciting. Anyways, thank you for reading the first chapter, and once you're done, leave a review, favorite, follow, and as always…