Wake Up
A/N: Just something that was bugging me that I had to type out.
Disclaim: I don't own or know the TMNT
Tears splattered on the pavement as the wind tried to make them fly. I look up at the one walking towards me and realized, with relief, the tears weren't mine and yet my heart broke to see such an person walking through Central Park with tears running down their face. I stood and walked forward.
"Are you OK?"
The man looked at me and smiled gently. I noticed that his eyes were rimmed red and that he looked as if he hadn't slept in days. The wind caught his hat and blew it off his head and into my face. Gripping it, I returned it to the man before it flew to a new destination. Matted black hair thinned with age and streaked silver broke my heart even more.
"Thank you." His voice was gentle and soft but full of sorrow. "No, to answer your question. Sorry Miss, I don't mean to burden you with my sorrow."
"It's OK," I said, taken back by what he said. "I actually miss having that burden."
He chuckled as I smiled. He replaced his hat and I met his eyes again. Gentle hazel with blue rims studied my face as I studied his eyes. Such beautiful eyes full of sorrow that should never be seen in such eyes.
"Would you like to talk about it?" I ventured, hoping to get some of that sorrow from the man's eyes.
"I couldn't-"
"Please? I want to help."
The man smiled and cupped my face. My breath caught as I tried not to cry. So much pain in such a gentle man. "I would be honored if you would listen. Thank you, child."
We began walking through Central Park and he began to tell me a tale.
- - - - -
Rain pounded on the diner window we were sitting next to and he took a sip of coffee. I was never fond of the stuff and I started to get a headache from the scent but I didn't complain or take notice. I was listening to the man's tale.
"And by the time I was deciding to run, I met you."
"Mr. Hamato, is there anything I could do to help?"
"Samantha, you have done a wonder allowing me to tell you my trouble. I would never ask any more from you."
"Please, Mr. Hamato. I deal with this kind of stuff all the time. Besides, I would like to meet them. I think I could get them to wake."
Mr. Hamato's eyes lit up and I knew I had touched something important. He looked out the window and I saw that he was thinking as a tear ran down his worn face.
"Mr. Hamato, allow me to tell you a tale before you decide."
- - - - -
The rain had gotten worse and as I stood next to the bed, I knew time was running out. taking a deep breath, I reach into my pack and pull out a black pull string bag. I open it and pull out a sea green gem with metal twisted around it loosely. Wrapping the chain it was attacked to around my hand so the gem lied on my palm, I took the hand of the one asleep in the bed and I closed my eyes.
"Well?"
I open my eyes and look at Mr. Hamato. "The only thing that may work isn't what I can do. It's what you can do."
I watched as a light bulb turned on in his mind and instantly he knew what he had to do. I stepped back, releasing the hand of the sleeping person and watched as Mr. Hamato began to talk.
"Ema, please wake up. Everyone is worried that you won't. I am worried that you won't. Please, dear Ema. I need you here with me for a little longer. Sapphire is getting married and Hope had asked if we would be there. You know how little Sapphire is. She won't go through this wedding without you and she's been engaged for over a year now. Please, dear Ema, wake up. Please."
From where I stood, I watched as the tears that ran down his face landed on her hand. A lump grew in my throat and I looked away. The storm was calming and a gentle knock on the door asked for my attention. I opened the door and blinked. Around 15 people were outside the door and I stepped out of the way. All filed in and the last one through was no older than I. We looked at each other and he stopped walking. Golden blue eyes held mine and we stood there, enchanted by the other.
I don't know how much time passed but when I was rocked back into reality, everyone was cheering, crying, and talking. The one shaking me must have been Mr. Hamato's brother because he was just how he had been described. The one I had been in a gaze lock with cleared his throat and I gave him my attention.
"I think I've met you before."
"That may be possible. This is New York City. You see everyone at least once."
He chuckled. "I'm Azul."
"Samantha."
"You've met my grandfather, I take it?"
"Mr. Hamato?"
He chuckled again. "There's four of them in this room now."
"Oh." I felt myself blush. "Leonardo."
Azul cupped my face. "You don't have to be embarrassed. Yes, that's my grandfather."
Azul's hand was just as gentle as his grandfather's. As we were pulled into the commotion, I met the three generations of the Hamato family. Well, part of the family, at least.