And I'm back with more for the story! Really psyched that I'm finishing more ahead of schedule so trust me when I say that this story is gonna get a whole lot better!
Let me see what else am I missing? Oh yeah, don't own either fandoms just the crazed up idea to mesh them together.
Alright so proceed to ignore this crazy author and read!
"For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest."
-"We'll Go No More A-Roving" by Lord Byron George Gordon
"Absolutely not! I will not allow you to meet with him!" Sensei said enraged.
"But Sensei!" Shinichi pleaded, "I have been in more dangerous situations before this! I'm quite sure I can deal with the master of a ninja clan by now!"
Hamato Yoshi paced on the floor in the dojo; "You are not yet ready!"
"Fine! I won't meet him, but he should be met soon enough! Why are you keeping all these secrets from me anyway?" Shinichi shouted.
Silence caused Kudo to instantly regret the words he spoke to his master. After all that he had been shown and taught, the secret art of the ninja, he had questioned his sensei's reasons for it. Guilt rode heavy on his heart.
"You are right." Sensei sighed, breaking the silence; "I should be truthful to you. My old enemy is Oroku Saki and he is the leader of the Foot Clan. He is extremely dangerous and will not hesitate to kill you."
"That's not everything is it, Master Yoshi?" Shinichi felt that the elder was hiding something from him.
Sensei sighed and sagged his shoulders in defeat; "Do you understand who you are, Kudo Shinichi?"
"I'm Kudo Shinichi, tantei-san, why?" Shinichi asked him in question.
"You are not just Kudo Shinichi, tantei," Hamato-sensei placed a hand on his shoulder, "I saw you before, but you wouldn't remember because your memory was erased by that man, Bishop."
The name Bishop caused something to ring bells in Shinichi's head; he didn't know what but he instantly hated that man.
The old master continued, "What I told you about my sons is true, they are not here anymore, but I'm here to find them, and I have found one of them."
"Who?" Kudo asked, wondering for the answer.
Sensei turned around and took a picture from an old book and wiped the dust off the photo. It lingered in his hands for a little bit before he turned back to Kudo-kun.
"You, Leonardo." Hamato-sensei placed the photograph in his hands.
The photo contained four humanoid turtles, an aged humanoid rat, a pretty American-looking girl, and a man with a 'strength but no brains' look. The one with the blue mask instantly struck his fancy. He looked at him and brushed his hand against his face and suddenly felt his head hurt more than it had before. Memories came flooding back and in a flash it was as if both Leonardo and Kudo Shinichi were in the same body.
Opening his eyes after apparently closing them during the memory return, blue eyes stared into intuitive brown ones. A single word lingered on his lips as if testing it for a moment or two.
"Splin…ter?" The word clumsily formed on Kudo's lips.
The father and son joined in a sudden embrace, tears flowing from both parties. Joy fluttered in Shinichi's heart as he finally recognized everything and what was going on for once. Splinter felt an immediate peace in his heart as his oldest son was now returned to him after everything that he went through to find him and his brothers. They parted the sweet moment but with reason.
Shinichi, or rather Leonardo, looked his father in eyes and asked, "Do you know where my brothers might be, or am I the only one you found?"
"My son," Splinter touched his shoulder, "I have yet to find your younger brothers, but I have a feeling we shall all meet soon enough."
"I agree, Master. I have a funny feeling that now that I have regained my own memories, they'll follow in suit." Kudo smiled at the thought of when he last saw his brothers.
Splinter nodded fondly, "I hope as well, Leonardo. But we have grave business to discuss."
"Shredder." Seethed Kudo, his eyes narrowing.
"Yes," Hamato-sensei closed his eyes, "I will not allow you to meet him yet, but you must be on your guard constantly. Our training routines will be much stricter. And remember my son, stick to the shadows unless the enemy catch you by surprise."
Kudo nodded, "I understand, but Master Splinter, wouldn't be better if I did meet with him? I know he will try to recruit me but now that my memories are back I can fight him."
"Your body is not used to fighting with that sort of power, you must first work yourself to the limit, to where you once were and beyond if you think you'll fight him once again."
"Well." Leonardo shook his head, "I guess I'm back to the drawing board as Donny would say."
A fist hit the ebony desk, cracking its smooth cover. A voice growled in a foreign language that no one could understand. He looked at the pictures and hissed loudly. No the same mistake could not happen again! He could not be denied what he had been denied in the past! Picking up another picture, a thumb rubbed the face in the picture. This one, he would be an easier target. He might have training, but to attack what he cannot see would be impossible for him. Yes, this one would do nicely.
A smile danced on the lips of a certain Osakan who just happened to be visiting his best buddy in Beika. He strutted down the street towards a mansion and he had a box in his hands. Now this certain Osakan turned out to be none other than Michelangelo . . . I'm kidding it's actually Hattori Heiji and as for what was in his box, it's anyone's guess. Once Hattori arrived at the door, he walked straight in, only to have a knife land right above his head.
Shinichi turned around with a blindfold on his head, taking it off to see whom was there that he found a violently swearing Osakan in his house.
"Oi Kudo! What are you tryin' to do? Kill me?" He shouted, sounding a little more than enraged.
"Gomen ne, Hattori." Shinichi scratched the back of his head, secretly relieved that it was only Hattori. "Anyway, what are you doing in Beika?"
Hattori smiled in realization, "I got somethin' for ya Kudo, it's in this box!" He patted the box he carried and brought it over to his friend.
"What is it?" Shinichi wondered out loud.
"Well," Hattori smiled, "Ya gotta open it to find out.
Shinichi opened the box and what he found was a small shuriken. It wasn't the same style that he had over at the dojo, but it looked quite familiar. Hmm, what other person could possibly have a shuriken with a red "foot" on it? Possibly all of the Foot clan? He didn't like the fact that Hattori had gotten a hold of one.
He turned to his friend and asked, "Where did you find this?"
"At the Osakan train station, some kids decided ta toss it aroun' when tey found it, so Ah took it from them and wanted ta see what ya thought of it." Hattori shrugged, "Why?"
"It's nothing, I've just never seen shuriken like this before." He lied.
Hattori narrowed his eyes, "Then why are ya lyin' ta me?"
"Look, Hattori." Shinichi sighed, "Don't go messing with this stuff, okay? Especially with anyone who wears this red symbol."
"An' since when did ya start givin' me orders?" Hattori challenged.
Kudo began to shout back, "I didn't, it's advice that you should follow!"
"You ain't my master so stop actin' like it, Kudo!" Hattori growled, "You'll regret it!"
"Raph, you don't know what you're talking about! Just listen to me for once in your life!" Kudo exasperated.
Hattori looked at his friend in confusion, "Raph?"
Shinichi quickly turned pale, sweat appearing, as he suddenly understood what he was saying. That couldn't be right, could it?
"Oi, Kudo, why'd ya call me Raph?" Hattori interrogated.
"It's…nothing." Shinichi turned his back to his friend, "Please just go, I need to be alone for a moment."
He stepped up the stairs not even stopping to say a real good bye to his friend. Shinichi needed to clear his head and meditation always did that for him quite well. He made it to his room and settled down in front of the open window and began to meditate. Questions still continued to breach his mind as he meditated. Was Hattori his brother? He and Raph acted like eachother quite a bit anyway so it might be true. Hattori was always challenging him and making him feel inferior when they both knew who was the best.
As Shinichi meditated, Hattori had sneaked up the stairs and watched his friend meditate. It seemed like something familiar but how it felt familiar, he didn't know. He had only seen meditation at temples and sometimes at an official dojo where the master taught fluently. There was only one way that Kudo knew about meditation, or at least the type that he was doing, was from a true master. So who was Kudo's sensei? He quickly checked around the area and found a small business card and pocketed it. Hattori was going to talk to this sensei of Kudo's. Besides what kind of best bud would he be if he didn't make sure his friend was okay where he was learning?
Slowly and gingerly he made his way down the stairs and off to the destination. What surprised him was that the dojo actually wasn't too far from Kudo's only two blocks or three away.
Now even though Hattori had studied kendo he didn't notice the two shadows behind him. He turned around just in time to see one of them about to cut his head off when out of the blue Kudo comes out with a pair of katanas blocking the attack. Hattori fell onto to his backside mostly in surprise as his best bud fought the two shades. It was incredible how gifted Kudo was at wielding the katanas.
Once they had vanished back to where they came from, Kudo sheathed his katanas in their scabbard. Hattori pointed at his friend, trembling slightly, and muttering nonsense words at his eastern counterpart.
"Just speak, Hattori." Kudo sighed.
"HOW IN THE WORLD DID YA JUST DO DAT?" Hattori yelled at him.
Kudo closed his eyes before turning his back to his friend, "Follow me."
Hattori didn't do anything but follow his friend to the dojo that he was going to go to. Questions flooded his head and he wasn't able to have any of them answered until they arrived at the dojo. The dojo looked like a traditional dojo on the outside and the inside. Hattori was quite surprised when an aged gentleman with a short Asian beard answered the door.
The master of the dojo was rather short with a beard and a baldhead. His skin was pale but his eyes were a deep brown, vibrant with wisdom and experience. He walked with a wooden cane and seemed rather stiff despite Kudo's obvious respect towards the sensei. Hattori wasn't sure what to make of the sensei except that he must be in on whatever training Kudo must have been getting.
"Oi, old man, ye're Kudo's sensei right?" Hattori asked absent-mindedly.
"Oi Hattori!" Shinichi hissed, "Be respectful!"
The sensei chuckled, "Yes, I am Hamato Yoshi, his instructor, why?"
"Ya don't look like much." Said Hattori flatly.
"Hattori!" Shinichi warned, "Be careful what you say!"
Once more the sensei shook his head in mirth, "It is alright. He is just concerned that there must be another teacher as I am not in my prime any more. Now excuse me, I will go make some tea before we have our discussion."
"I'll help you, Sensei." Kudo followed him into the kitchen leaving Hattori alone in the living room.
He overlooked the room and found it to be extremely traditional, with the rice walls and bonsai and even the furniture was all-antique. What struck him the most were the weapons on the wall; there was nunchaku wrapped in orange and a Bo staff with purple cloth wrapped around the middle of it. Now the weapon that stuck out to him was the Sais with the red wrapped around the handles. Something just struck him about those sais, not that he knew what but something did.
Hattori reached up and grabbed the sais testing their weight and compatibility with himself. Surprisingly it felt natural to hold them in his hands. He twirled them around in his hands and held them tightly. Sure he had taken kendo before but sais were a whole other level from what he was taught. There was just something about those sais, but what?
A voice interrupted Hattori's thoughts, "I see you like the sais."
He almost dropped them and he looked over at who was at the door, only to see that Kudo was leaning against the doorframe chuckling slightly. For some odd reason, Kudo looked rather nostalgic.
"Dey're just the only blades on de wall." Hattori countered.
"I'm sure that's not the only reason you like." Kudo shook his head, "Is it?"
Hattori was about to retaliate when Hamato-sensei came into the room with his tea set and placed it on the table. He looked at the two boys with expectant looks and they in turn sat on the seat mats.
"I hope you don't mind green tea," Hamato-sensei said while pouring tea into the cups, "I find it is very refreshing for both body and soul."
"It's fine." Hattori shrugged.
Kudo spat out what he drank of his tea and began coughing. Hattori gave him a curious look but ignored it for the most part.
Hamato-sensei patted Shinichi's back and nodded, "What were you saying about questions?"
"Wat's with da guys in black?" Hattori raised his eyebrow, "An' why is Kudo suddenly so good at martial ahts?"
"Kudo-kun is under severe training, which you could do if you wish. And as far as the men in black, they are ninjas." Sensei answered, sipping his tea.
Hattori then spat out his own tea and slammed his hands on the table, "Ninjas? In modern days?"
"It's not all that far fetched, Hattori." Kudo shrugged.
"Yeah it is, Kudo!" He shot back, "Ah don't see how it could be possible!"
Kudo sighed, "It's possible, the only reason most people don't believe that they exist is because their traditions are incredibly secretive."
"Ye're on ain't ya?" Hattori glared at him.
When his friend didn't respond Hattori kept going, "It all makes sense now! Ya actin' weird, all ta meditation stuff, the sudden fightin' moves, and everythin'! Why didn't ya tell me?"
"That would be impossible, Hattori-san." Hamato Yoshi stepped in for Kudo, "You see, I am his master and he is bound by vow not to tell anyone about this."
"Then why do Ah know?" yelled Heiji getting rather frustrated at the two others.
The master and student exchanged looks; finally Kudo answered, "The sais you had were his son's."
"Dey…dey were?" Hattori stuttered looking at the sais that were lying beside him. How could he have treated them so carelessly?
"Yes, they were." The master nodded, "My son Raphael, once owned those weapons, and now they are left unused."
Kudo continued for the elder, "Hattori, you want more answers right?"
"Yeah, so?" Hattori glared at his friend in questioning.
"Why don't you stay in Beika for a while and train with Sensei and myself? I'm sure he would certainly allow you to use the sais and you might as well, so you don't fall behind me." Kudo smirked.
Hattori smirked back, "Ye're so on!"
Days past and both boys joined Hamato-sensei in intensive ninjitsu training. What threw Hattori off though were that Kudo and his sensei, or rather their sensei, was quite familiar with eachother as if they were father and son. Had they known eachother before hand, because there was no way they got that friendly in that short amount of time! One day he managed to arrive after Kudo and using the techniques he learned, he listened into a conversation that Sensei and Kudo were having.
"Master, I don't know if he's ready to know yet. He's quite emotional as in the past and you know that." Kudo was apparently arguing with their sensei about something or other.
"Leonardo, I understand but he needs to know sooner or later." Woah, woah! Back up here! Did Sensei just say Leonardo? Wasn't his four sons named after those Renaissance artists? So then why was he calling Kudo after his eldest son's name? "If he doesn't know he'll figure it out another way."
"I know that, but Raph…Raph has always been so touchy and I'm not sure if now would be the time to let him know about Bishop…" Bishop? That name struck something deep inside Hattori and he didn't know what but it felt quite familiar. It was hatred against who ever this Bishop guy was; not only that but the feel that he needed to rip this guy's throat out.
"Why don't we ask him ourselves, right Hattori-kun?" His master looked at the area where Hattori was hiding.
Reluctantly he came out of hiding spot and growled at the two of them, "Who da heck is Bishop and wat are ya keepin' from me!"
"Hattori…" Kudo closed his eyes and massaged his eyes, "We have a lot to talk about. Do you want me to get it, or will you get it, Master?"
"I will retrieve it, talk to him, child." The elder rested his hand on the other detective's shoulder before leaving.
Hattori spat at Kudo, "Look Kudo, Ah hate secrets now who is Bishop!"
"He's the one that stole the memory of Sensei's kids, Hattori. He's a monster that hates us all." Hattori couldn't tell what was worse, the acidic tone that Kudo spoke in or the killing look in his eyes.
"He stole Sensei's kids' memories?" Hattori asked, "How sick is dis guy?"
Kudo folded his arms and glared at nothing in particular, "He's insane, all he wants is to 'protect' the world from aliens and he believed that Sensei's sons were aliens so he kidnapped them and erased their memory."
"Ah hate him already." Hattori growled mostly to himself.
"Hate is a powerful thing. It is what brought destruction to my family, Hattori-kun." Lectured Sensei, "Now I want to show you a picture."
A picture was placed in his empty hands and Hattori found himself staring at the most bizarre picture he had ever seen. It was a photograph of a strange family, four humanoid turtles, an old humanoid rat, an American girl, and an American body builder by the look of it. Strangely enough he found himself drawn to the turtle with the red mask on. A sharp jolt surged passed through his head, giving him a headache. In an instant images and memories crammed itself into Hattori's brain. He closed his eyes tightly and when he opened them again he felt as though he was looking through different eyes. Now Hattori knew things that he had never known before.
"Splin…ta? Leo?" Hattori tested the sound of the names on his lips.
"Raph…" Leo or rather Kudo embraced his brother and their sensei, Splinter joined in the family reunion.
"Fearless…" Hattori groaned, "Ah hate mushy stuff, get off me!"
Splinter and Leo broke off the hug and allowed Raph to get up himself.
He rested his hand on his head and shook it; "Man, this is so weird."
"Welcome back bro." Kudo placed a hand on his shoulder.
"How long did ya know?" Hattori asked, "That Ah was well Raphael?"
Kudo exchanged looks with Master Splinter, "Well actually I had figure it out while meditating, and Sensei had figured it out when you wouldn't let go of your old sais."
"Yeah, yeah, hey Fearless, we need ta spar sometime. For real 'cause Ah haven't sparred for real against you in forevah." Hattori smirked, stretching aimlessly.
"You're on bro." Kudo returned the look.
A cough interrupted the two brothers' reunion and Master Splinter looked at Hattori; "Now you realize the severity of the situation, correct, Raphael?"
"Yeah, find ar' lil bros. and defeat Shreddah as usual." Raphael stretched his back.
"Not just that, but now that you boys are human, it shall be even more difficult." Sensei stepped closer to both brothers, making eye contact with each; "You no longer are turtles and lack the protective covering you once had so now you must keep up your guard even more."
They both snapped to attention; "Yes Sensei!"
So did I surprise you? Yeah, I hope I did, but more than likely someone had to see this coming and if they did kudos to them! So enjoy this chapter, read, review, or whatever you wanna do.
As I said before I'm getting further into the story and finishing before schedule so I'm psyched and seriously in love with this plot right now! But as for now, I wanna see who you guys think will be showing up or playing a major role in this besides the obvious two/three so far. So review who you think will do so or pm me or whatever.
See ya next chapter!