Welcome to my AU.
Flipped!Tmnt.
Credit to tumblrs grungekitty-77 (me) Iplaydeadpool (my brother) Readasaur (a friend) and mysillylittlesoapbox (someone that wanted to help make this happen.)
I hope you enjoy this. I worked pretty hard.
-grungekitty
Yet another story about the rumors of monsters in New York played on the large TV as Splinter ate dinner with his daughter. The man could feel the weight of his missing wife as he watched amber eyes not unlike hers scan over the table.
Her black hair was pulled back in a messy braid that desperately needed to be redone. The color had come from both her parents, but the blonde streaks were artificial. Yoshi didn't mind them. They helped distinguish her from her deceased mother and eased the pain of seeing Teng Shen in her every day.
Finally his daughter's amber eyes settled on what she wanted. Fueled by her hunger, she piled her food on her plate not noticing her father's eyes on her.
She started shoving food into her mouth and a smile snuck onto his face. Another difference he clung to was that, unlike her mother, Miwa was not very graceful. A noodle hung from her mouth without her knowledge.
The man sighed happily and turned his attention to his own food.
"Father?" Miwa asked nonchalantly, gesturing towards the TV.
Splinter looked at his daughter, then turned to the screen.
The story had changed. Now the news anchor was talking to a weapon specialist about something.
"There was a shuriken, it had a familiar symbol on it. Maybe they'll show it again, hang on." Miwa mentioned.
Sure enough, the strange weapon was shown on screen again with the caption "Found at crime scene"
Hamato Yoshi's blood ran cold. He knocked over his glass reaching for the remote to increase the volume. He desperately needed to hear more about this.
"Father?" Miwa asked.
Splinter harshly shushed her as he strained to hear.
"So it is confirmed to be a real shuriken, not just a look alike?"
"Yes Ma'am. Whoever made this knew what they were making. The strange thing is that I can't find any familiar or traceable markings on it. This was made by a very talented nobody."
"What about this strange symbol…it looks like a foot?"
"That's not the symbol of any smiths I know of. Like I said, a nobody."
The caption switched to "Illegal weapon ring in New York?"
"And this isn't the only strange weapon to be found. In recent years there has been a rise is traditional Japanese weapons in the hands of miscellaneous criminals. Is it possible that these weapons are linked? Is there someone making illegal weapons for the underbelly of New York? It seems that only time and further investigations will reveal. Back to you Eric."
"Thank you Heather. Now isn't that strange? Why would these criminals be using this stuff anyways? Why not just a gun?"
"Who can say Eric? Now for the weather, Jim?"
Splinter shut off the TV.
"Father?" Miwa asked, frightened by her father's strange reaction to the story.
"It seems that an old enemy has finally revealed himself." Splinter said shakily.
His cloak sweeping around his feet, the man stood.
"That symbol….is the symbol of the foot clan, Oroku Saki's birth clan." Splinter said with his legs shaking.
"Oroku Saki!? The man that murdered my mother!?" Miwa shouted in fury.
"It appears as if we will be heading to New York, my daughter." Splinter said, his resolve rising.
"You're going to let me come?" Miwa asked, her eyes filling with hope.
Splinter deeply sighed.
"I fear that you will be endangered no matter what I choose to do. Keeping you close seems to be the best option I have for the time being." He said with a strained expression.
He knew that his old foe would not settle on merely killing him. There was a chance he would take pity on Miwa given his love for her mother, but that was not something to bet her life on. She was still a Hamato.
Miwa chose to ignore her father's distress and instead express her joy. She hopped up and down happily. She'd always wanted to see New York. Other cities were on her list, most of them American, though New York held a high place. Something about America had always appealed to her. She insisted on learning American English when her father told her to learn some form of it.
Watching his daughter's excitement helped calm Splinter. At least she could see the good in the situation. He finally had an excuse to take her to America. She, like her mother, had a deep pining for the country and its culture.
No matter what happened, he was going to make sure his daughter would be safe from Oroku Saki. Even if he had to kill the man he'd once called her uncle.
So….chapter one.
Nice.
I'm actually getting somewhere.
OH MY GOD HOW AM I GOING TO DO THIS!?
*moan*
I'd better keep at it.
-grungekitty