Michelangelo blinks as his mind is brought back to reality, it's only now he realizes that Donnie is gone and a pizza box is left on the floor.
He tiles his head as the lid starts to move, he carefully moves forward towards it and he jumps a little at the same small orange kitten he met earlier.
"Meow," the kitten sang happily as it looks up into Mikey's blue eyes.
"Hey there little one," he said, slowly bending down and gently patting the kitten.
Mikey smiles before walking away – little did he know the cat was following him. Once he reaches topside he froze at the sight of Slash standing and waiting for him.
"I'm not doing it," he quickly said, thinking back to his original job.
Slash only shrugs before he walked towards him, but stops as Mikey retraces his step.
"As much of a disappointment you were, but my plains have moved on." He chuckles. "It's hard to believe a street rat like you had done anything horribly wrong and it's even hard to believe about your past."
"How do you know? How do you know any of that?" Slash smiles, before leaning against the wall.
"I have my ways."
"Y-yyour," his scared and nervous voice, soon turns cold and hash. "You're with the foot now, aren't you?"
"More like, we had a deal."
"The foot clan doesn't make deals with anyone. Once you've joined, you there tell the day you die," Slash frowns at the true statement.
"You're still around."
"Yeah, but I had the guts to run away. Its shame though dude," he said, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. "I've been found, by a rookie."
"You have the nerves to call me a rookie," Slash said – slightly mad and his anger only boiled as Mikey giggle. "You didn't defend yourself, when you had the chance."
"Dude, I was hungry. I hadn't slept, drank or eaten anything for a while. How do you expect me to be the best, with a poor diet?"
Slash raised an eye brow before he grabs an object from his pocket, Mikey ready to defend him. The blond eyes widen at the sight of nuncukes hitting the ground he backed away with shock. There once was a time, where he loved those more them anything, but that moment was long gone and the sight of such item – that he loved so much a long time ago, only brought back nightmares and even now it still had that affected.
"Do they bring back memories, street rat?"
As far as Mikey was aware, he didn't hear Slash voice his eyes kept focusing on the tools down below him. He can feel his heat beat start to beat faster and he only wants to back away, hide in a hole and hope the world will never find him.
"I asked you a question street rat," Slash said, walking closer towards him.
Mikey didn't move, he didn't say anything he stood in fear.
Slash growls underneath his breath and as he was about to procced, he hissed in pain as small claws dug into his skin. Falling backwoods, he picks himself back up only to see an orange kitten hissing at him and on the wall a Michelangelo hugging his legs and backed up right towards the wall – away from the nuncukes.
"Got to be kidding me, I let a cat get in my way," he said, throwing some gravel towards the feline.
The cat hissed and jumped stranding in front of the blond teenage, tail up and fur sticking up glaring right towards Slash.
"This is stupid. You're going to pay for that kid," he said scoping up the nuncukes into his arms.
"Meow." The feline said, once the other teenage was gone, purring softly to a slight shocked Michelangelo.
Baxter Stockman smiled to himself as he walked into his office at the mayor's tower, he had secretly been working on a project for years – in order to get revenge for everyone bullying him. He smiles as he sits down in front of his computer despite the glares from the workers around him.
"Stockmen the mayor wishing to, see you."
His smile was quickly replaced by a frowned and swallowed in fear, fixing up his tie and gathering enough courage – he walks. A silent elevated trip and the sound of the ticking clock in the waiting room as the mayor's office doors open. Stockman pushes his fear asides and walks in woods, reassuring himself about his long lasted work – back at home was ready.
"You wanted to see me?" he asked and slowly takes a sit as the man points it to him.
"Baxter Stockmen."
Stockmen sighed as for once, somebody could get his name right.
"Yes, tell me. Have you heard of the foot clan, lately?" Stockmen raised an eye brow.
"Yes. It's all over news, apparently unlikely teenagers have be recognise as some kind of … hero."
"Indeed, it would seem that way, but what would you say, if I would come up to you and offer you a job in that clan?" Stockmen laughed at the very thought, but quickly shut himself up at the stoic expression of his boss.
"We all know who runs that show and his name the Shredder. I just wouldn't think, you would have the power to do so."
Oroku Saki frowns, "What would you say, if I would tell you something funny like … I'm the leader of the foot clan?"
Stockman slowly sank into his chair, as Saki walks towards him the door opens behind him before it was quickly closed. Bradford and Xever appeared, not long after a couple of foot ninjas and foot bots appear out of nowhere, Stockmen quickly catches on.
"If I say no?" He asked.
"Hate to be you, when the cops come around to your apartment," Bradford said.
"Why would they do that?"
"We know of you work, Stockmen and we could use a mind like yours in the foot clan." Oroku Saki said, "Tell me, have you come up with a name for them?"
A foot bot walks towards them, holding a glass cub in his hands and a dark blue worm inside it, trying to break out.
"How did you?" he quickly asked, knowing his work.
"Being the mayor can provide very useful. Have you tested them yet?" he asked, glancing over towards the cube.
"Y-yes, but I don't know there weakness let. It's still not fully complete," Stockmen said.
"Interesting and now I will give you another chance. What would you say, if I asked you to join the foot clan?"
Stockmen swallowed in fear, he knew the odds and they weren't painting a pretty picture for him, he slowly backs away in his chair at the sight of Xever twilling his pocket knife in his hands. He had no choice – a chance to live or a chance of not seeing tomorrow.
Donatello happily hugged his older brother one last time, before deciding to go and check on Mikey – after only now remembering everything that had happened. Finally convincing them, he leaves saying he will come back later to check on them.
It isn't until he arrives at an alley way, checking nobody was watching him before he froze in shock at the sight of Michelangelo, hugging his legs and his eyes refusing to meet the world. As Donnie quickly runs over towards him, he didn't see the orange feline kitten beside the blond and it caught him by surprised at the suddenly, hissing noise.
"Easy kitty, I just want to help him."
The cat growls and hiss, standing on all fours, fur sticking up and ready to pouch, Donnie backs away slowly, hands out in defence. The cat hissed once more, but suddenly stops at a small voice, she meowed softly and rubbed her side purring – as if she was trying to comfort the teenage.
"Mikey," he said again.
"D-Donnie it hurts."
Mikey's eyes made contact with the older boy, tears fallen down- instincts quickly dragging him in, thinking it was an illness, but was shock when Michelangelo cried into his shoulder. He takes him into a hug and kneeing down beside him, the kitten looking up with a questionable and unsure expression.
"Meow?"
"What hurts Mikey?" he asked and feared about the possible answers.
"My heart, my heart hurts." His eyes widen in fear and excuses soon come to his mind in order to try and convince him to go to a hospital, if what his theory turns out to be a fact.
"Do you feel chest pains, does it have a burning sting?" Mikey shakes his head.
"No, no … I'm fine," he said, through tears. "It's this pain, it's like it's there, but not really three." Donnie calms down a bit, thinking it was some kind of guilt and not his first thought of possible heart attacks.
"Do you think they would forgive me?" Donnie blinks and looks back down towards Mikey, who was gently patenting the kitten.
"Who Mikey?"
"The people," he replied.
Donatello mind screamed out, wanting more information's so he could build another theory, but his heart told him it wasn't wise to do so.
"I said I was sorry, but I don't think they heard me," he whispers so quietly that Donnie only held onto him tighter.
"They still haunt my dreams; maybe they can never forgive me. I guess a street rat like me doesn't diverse there forgiveness."
"Mikey?" he questioned. Not wanting to hear such a voice in someone who always smiled so bright.
"I'm sorry," he said, busting out in more tears and Donnie sat there hugging him – not daring to let him go.
It isn't until his tears finally died down and Donnie was able to convince him to go back down to the sewers. Either weren't bothered by the feline that decide to follow them down to the lair, Donnie had set up a couple of old blankets into a pile and sadly watched as Mikey stares blankly at the wall. The kitten happily meowing softly, before it would bounce on Michelangelo shoulder and sat hemself around the teenage neck.
"I think you might have a pet cat. Want to name it?" Donnie said, after texting to his family.
"Think she would stay?" Mikey asked, wiping away a couple of tears.
"I think she's made herself a home."
"But I can't look after her, I don't have the food or the things cats need."
"Mikey, she would have a better chance living with you and not on the streets."
But I don't want to course more trouble for you, Donnie. He thought as he gently pats the kitten head.
"And for the record, you will not be causing more trouble. I know you want to keep her, so face the facts." Donnie worry and guilt seemed to fly away at the sight of Michelangelo bright smile.
"Then you can help me to decide. I want to name her Klunk, but also want to name her Ice Cream kitty. I think they both have a cool ring to it," Donnie can't help and chuckle at the last suggestion.
"How about Klunk and Ice Cream kitty, can be a nickname."
"Thanks Donnie. You hear that kitty you've got a name now. Hope you don't mind being called Klunk?" he said, gigging at the sound of purring.
Let's clear some things up, yes this is based on the 2012 turtles, but I thought it would be fun to add a 2003 reference and beside ice cream kitty, is another version of the lovable orange and white minutes Klunk the cat.
And just when you thought, you might have been close on finding out Mikey's past, I'm making you guys to stick around. Thanks again for all the support, I look forward into reading your reviews and now I'm going to tell you a fact. You guys are awesome and don't let other people tell you otherwise.
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