Disclaimer: I don't own Donatello, or the Shredder. Wish I did though.
Author's Notes: I couldn't get this out of my head… so… here's the next installment. This time, from Saki's point of view.
The Aftermath – Part 2
Four months – post-outbreak
"I knew it…" Donatello whispered harshly and stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth. "I knew you'd betray me. I trusted you! You could you do this to me?"
I had to give the turtle credit. He really knew how to take a beating. This battle had been a long time coming. "You were a fool then, Donatello. You should know better than anyone… we can't help what we are."
Donatello let out a primal cry and lunged for me. We'd given up on the finer points of the ninja arts early on, and reduced the combat to mere fistfights, headlocks, and good old-fashioned punching, kicking, and occasionally biting.
The tension had been building for a long time. The urge too strong, the wounds on our hearts had cut far too deep. It was inevitable that the end would come like this. I almost hated to see it end though. I was having way too much fun beating the crap out of my shelled companion.
Donatello somehow managed to connect a punch, and it sent me reeling backwards. There were stars in my eyes from the force, and it quite honestly, stunned me. I didn't know he'd had that much strength left.
I shook my head, trying to clear the fuzziness, but not in time to avoid being tackled. He hit me with a force that knocked the wind from me, and we rolled on the ground. I heard an inhuman growl erupting from his throat and I realized I might have made a terrible mistake in picking this fight. With all the strength I had, I somehow managed to throw him off of me, and jumped to my feet. I had to end this soon. I'd pushed him too far this time.
When he came for me again, I was ready. In his blind rage, he was careless. I easily sidestepped his attack and took my time preparing myself. I drew the blade from the sheath that hung at my side. It was the first weapon drawn.
Donatello turned from his failed attack and gazed at me with such malice that I felt a twinge of fear. He could still beat me, I wasn't too proud to admit. I had to be careful… I had to have perfect timing. If I let him gain even an inch on me, it could be the end.
We circled each other slowly, and he pulled a similar blade from his own belt. We were evenly matched in this. At least if one of us died, it would be with honor in a fair fight. Moving swiftly forward, we met in the middle, the sharp metallic clangs of our weapons sounding through the otherwise silent world.
I was moving fast now… faster than I had in a long time, and my muscles strained from the use. This was the ultimate test, the ultimate showdown between our two clans. Donatello was good... He was better than I'd remembered.
But he wasn't good enough.
In a moment of weakness, my blade slipped through, cleanly severing his head from his body.
I let out a cry of triumph, jumped up and pointed a finger at his dead body. "THAT, my friend, is how you win a battle!"
"What the HELL is going on here?" A voice screamed from behind me. I winced and looked at the petite redhead standing behind me with her hands on her hips.
"Um… I can explain."
"Oh, no." She said. "We did not spend three days fixing the damn generator just so you two could kill brain cells with that stupid game!"
I winced and looked over at Donnie who was desperately trying to hide the PS2 controller under the couch cushion. I dropped mine and kicked it away guiltily.
"We were just… uh… making sure everything was working properly again, Sasha. That's all."
Her green eyes flashed and she pointed a wooden spoon at me. "I expected better from you, Saki. Now get the hell into the kitchen and help Greg with dinner. It's your night to cook. And you..." She turned to Donatello. "Don't you have a radio station to get up and running again?"
"Yah... uh… I'll get right on that." Donnie had the graces to look ashamed and he scurried out of the room. I would have laughed at how he always jumped to her beck and call… except for the fact she was in the room. I may be strong… and I may be fast… and I may be ninja… but even I wouldn't escape the wrath of Sasha. I knew; I'd tried.
As I walked past toward the kitchen, she smacked me in the chest with the spoon and glared at me. "You two feed off each other. If I thought it possible, I'd separate you for the rest of your lives." She shook her head in disgust and walked off, muttering under her breath. "Boys…"
After the fic Author's Notes: I just couldn't get this out of my head after playing Tekken 5 (I think it was) on the PS2. Hehehe. Because I know so many guys that would sit around after the end of the world and play video games all day. This is dedicated to them.
Notes to my Reviewers:
Isis-Lament: I totally see the old cartoon Shredder doing this. I couldn't help it. I think that Shredder is best matched with Donatello and would make for some pretty interesting (if not hilarious) situations.
I felt I needed to lighten it up after the tragedy of the first chapter. I think this story is going to turn into one of those, "Hey, I don't know what to write, so I'll do another little Aftermath ficlet". (sigh)
Reinbeauchaser: Yah, I noticed that percent thing when I was double checking the story. I reposted though, but not before some people had already reviewed. My bad! And as for Saki, I should have cleared it up a bit more. There was a whole conversation thread that I was going to follow explaining how he'd given his wife a false name, but it got deleted and I forgot to go back and explain. (sheepish grin) Sorry! I didn't mean to cause confusion.
Trillian4210: I'm having a hard time breaking out of first-person writing, but I'm going to have to soon. (The Misadventures sequel will be completely third person, so I need to start practicing.) Anyway, I tried to humanize the Shredder because.. well.. he is human, and I think people sometimes forget that. (I don't buy into the whole Utrom thing.)
And hopefully I didn't piss off too many Don fans with this chapter. I was cringing while I typed his 'death' line.
Lunar-ninja: The Shredder has always been one of my favorite characters. (Ok, yah, I had a bit of a crush on the old cartoon version of him). But I wanted to think of what could possibly make him change his views on life, and thought… well… a wife might do that. One that he cared about enough to keep her away from everything he didn't want to be when he was around her. …if that made sense. Anyway, and out popped a story!
pacphys: Yah, The Stand is one of my all-time favorite books. I think I've read it at least 20 times. And that's the unabridged version. Hmm… it's been almost… 4 months since I've read it now that I think about it. I need to get it out again soon. Heheh. Well, thanks for the review, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!
Dierdre: Ask, and ye shall receive. (sigh) I blame you for putting this plot bunny in my head. I was all set to move on and forget about this little tragic piece of fic, and then I see, "It'd be great to see what adventures and mishaps Donny and Saki would get themselves into during their journey together." …and it all kind of snowballed from there. I thought I'd better balance out the darker tone of the first part, with a nice light killing maiming, hah-fooled you chapter. ….so yah. This is all your fault.
Sassyblondexoxo: Well, we get to see a little bit of Saki's 'fun' side here. I honestly think the guy must have a fantastic sense of humor, albeit a bit dark one. (grins) The prequel is in the brainstorming process, but for now you'll have to settle for little 'aftershock' fics.
FairDrea: If you're going to read The Stand, I definitely recommend the unabridged version as opposed to the original print. There's just so much more detail and plot threads, it's fantastic. I was actually fairly impressed with the TV adaptation…so much so that I own two copies of it… :)
I really hope this chapter didn't detract from the seriousness of the first. I just couldn't let it be all tragic. If I ever do more chapters, I'm sure some of them will become darker as well, but I just needed a cute little something to waste time. Heh.
