Thank you to Gia's Soul for the many reviews! 3
Also as she's moved up to being one of two of my favorite writers on the site, between stellar writing skills and just general niceness, I'm going to shamelessly advertise her story now each chapter and you can't stop me *sticks out tongue and neeners*
SO! To all the turtles fans here go read "A Ninja's Dance", by Gia's Soul. It is one of the best fics I've ever read. I would say it's in the top three for best turtles fics I've read along with Heroes and Friends by Mikell and "How the Mighty Have Fallen" by HannahCake310
For any Supernatural fans out there, go read anything by aloggedinreader, she's one of the best Sabriel writers out there. (and especially read the 46 series cause I totes helped with it ;3)
"D-Dooooonnie, how much fa-farther do we have ta-to go?" Mikey whined, dragging his feet.
"Leo says we have to check everywhere for clues, plus we're almost back."
"I'm ti-tiiired."
"You could have gone with Raph or Leo." Donnie said with a chuckle, like that would ever happen after the fight that was brewing today. Not only had Raphael gone off on his own, but then he came back with what may, or may not have been stolen food. Not that Don would have blamed his brother if it was stolen, but Leo held strict morals since forever. There was a reason nobody wanted to play superheroes with him.
"W-what? Nooooo, D-Don you… y-you wouln't…. wouldn't do t-that… r-right?" Mikey asked with a paled face, big blue eyes that were an inch from watering and his jaw hanging open in an exaggerated frown.
Don was silent for a moment, looking at his little brother's horrified face, "No Mikey, I wouldn't."
Michelangelo ran over and hugged Donatello as far as his little arms would allow. Last time Mikey was pulled into one of their arguments, he had ended up with a dislocated shoulder from literal pulling. Ever since, Don and Mike started building a fort out of the couch cushions and Donnie would read a starry eyed Michelangelo comics for hours while trying to draw the youngest turtle's attention away from their brothers' quarrel. The small turtle with a perpetual grin may have three older brothers, but the ever curious Donatello only had one younger brother.
"Hello?" A new voice called out from a distance.
It was silent as the two little turtles hid, careening to get a better look.
"D-Don!" Michelangelo exclaimed in his best attempt at an excited whisper, "It's her!"
"Shhhh!"
"Sorry," Mikey muttered, noticeably quieter.
"I… I'm not here to hurt you or anything. I bought blankets and pillows from the thrift store. They're clean! I took them straight to the laundromat after… I also have a friend who delivers pizza. I bought two of them and he was even able to swipe me one of those bags that keep them warm so they'll keep a little longer,"
The voice trailed off. Mikey tugged on his brother's arm to go over to the lady, but Donnie shook his head no. He did however, crouch down low, just as Oto-san taught them, and move closer. They still had quite a bit of coverage behind the foliage, but now they were close enough to positively identify her.
