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Little Soldier Mine- Sup, bitches. Yeah, all i can say is- hey...i'm not dead. Physically, anyways. Long time no see...and i don't know what to say...don't give up on me? I promise not to give up on this story, i have plans (bloody, gory wonderful, nightmare inducing plans) it just takes me time to get into the right mind frame these days. But writing *cough* or trying to anyways *cough* keeps my mind off of less healthy habits.
Like i predicted, the last chapters ending caused me problems, big ones. But i did the best i could... There's a few POV changes, not much Donnie really. That's why this chapter took a fuckton of time to write, other POVs are hard for me. And then Casey was all like- "Bitch, you is gunna add me cause you love me. You know you do!"
I do. There will be more Casey, i like him. I'm going Mirage comics with angry, violent beat-your-ass-if-you-look-at-me-funny Casey but without the borderline alcoholic tendencies (fer reals, bro)...cause this isn't really about Casey's fucked upness. It's about Donnie's.
Well...have at it.
-Wax On, Wax Off-
"Dude, this bites."
Donnie's concentration was shattered by Mikey's high, nasally whine. He ducked his head lower in an effort to ignore him, working the warm, oil covered rag across the dojo at a steady pace.
"Yo, Donnie, we're about two thirds done...can't we just finish tomorrow?" Mikey begged, causing Donnie to grind his teeth.
"Mikey. You know as well as I do that if we try to leave this until tomorrow Splinter is just going to make us do the whole thing again." Donnie said, fighting to keep his voice soft and only partly irritated.
They'd spent the last hour and a half working on their hands and knees on the dojo floor. They cleaned the floors every day before and after practice, but once a week, on Sundays, Splinter had them clean the dojo more thoroughly. Which meant sweeping, mopping, and polishing the floors until they practically shined and since for the last month this was meant as a punishment and not a simple chore, Mikey and Donnie were told they had to use small brushes and rags to get the work done, their usual supplies a luxury they did not deserve, which led to two very tired and cranky turtles with sore knees and backs who still hadn't showered after late afternoon practice.
"Awww, dude...But i'm hungry..."
Donnie watched Mikey slow down to a stop and flop over.
"Hurry up, Mike, I'm only cleaning half of the floor so unless you want to be here by yourself later, get off your tail." Donnie warned, finally having reached the far wall where he turned to make his way back.
"Fine, fine." Mikey got up and resumed his slow, smooth polishing.
Donnie hated this.
It was bad enough having to clean the dojo floors but having to do so with a whining Mikey was just torture. The other turtle kept up a constant stream of whining and muttering which was only fueling Donnie's rapidly growing irritation.
Finally, another half an hour later, they were almost done and Donnie was thinking of ways to make sure he'd have the bathroom first when Mikey's snickering broke through his concentration once more.
"Dude, dude, Donnie." Mikey called over, voice slightly breathless from badly contained giggles.
"*sigh*What is it, Mikey." Donnie said tiredly, stopping and fixing tired eyes on his younger brother. Mikey looked ready to double over in his effort to hold in his laughter.
"Who am I, who am I? 'Wax on, right hand. Wax off, left hand.'" Mikey said as he moved his arms in large circles in the space before him, his voice taking on a thick accent. "'Wax on, wax off. Breathe in through nose, out the mouth. Wax on, wax off. Don't forget to breathe, very important.'" Here, Mikey lost his delicate control and loud, obnoxious laughter soon filled the dojo. "Dude, i'm so totally Mr. Miyagi!"
Donnie could only stare at his brother, his ever present blank mask gone and a look of confused annoyance noticeable in the furrow of his brows and widened eyes, his mouth hanging slightly open as he watched his brother roll on his shell clutching his sides.
"Mr. Miyagi!"
"...Idiot." Donnie hissed as he shook his head and returned to his work, now even more eager to get away from his brother's presence.
-TMNT-
Donnie stretched, his body sore from two hours of hard work on top of two more hours of hard training. Finally, finally, they were done and that meant that they had successfully completed one half of their too long punishment. No more cleaning the dojo with a irritatingly whiny Mikey, leaving just one more month of extra lessons with Splinter and being confined to the lair with no chance of going topside.
Donnie could feel the corners of his lips pulling downward, wanting to form a displeased frown. He so hated having to adhere to Splinter's ridiculous rules and the consequences of breaking them.
"Dude...we're done, bro!" Mikey chirped from next to him as he stood straight, hands on his waist as he gave Donnie a big, bright smile.
"Hmm." Donnie hummed before turning and making his way to the bathroom.
"Soooo...who gets first dibs on the shower?" Mikey asked as he eyed Donnie from the corner of his eye, head facing forward.
"Me." Donnie said, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door on Mikey's surprised face, ignoring the whiny protests from the other side.
~Imbecile.~
-TMNT-
Leo looked up from the movie he and Raph were watching as Mikey and Donnie made their way out the dojo, both sweaty and slumped after an extra hour practice with Splinter.
"Dude, I can't feel my arms!" Mikey's whine followed them as they trudged in the direction of the bathroom.
"Lucky you...i'd rather not feel mine at all." Donnie's soft voice trailing after him.
Next to him Raph let out a gruff chuckle and Leo turned to share a small smirk with him.
"Not very nice to laugh at their pain, Raph." Leo said, voice light from his own contained laughter.
"S'not like the little shits don' deserve it for finally gettin' caught. I don' know how Donnie does it but they hardly ever get caught an' I know for a fact that they go out 'bout as much as me." Raph said halfheartedly watching some commercial about some ridiculous new show.
"Mm, Donnie's surprisingly good at that, being sneaky I mean. If he doesn't want to be seen he won't." Leo said. Raph turned to look at him and a slow smirk spread across his face, eyes narrowing in an annoyingly familiar way.
"Jealous of the egghead, cause he's better than you at somethin' to do with ninjutsu?" Raph needled.
Leo rolled his eyes and looked back towards the screen.
"No, i'm proud of him. Why would I be jealous." Leo said, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
"Heh, you tell yourself that, Fearless." Raph said as he, too, turned his attention back to the movie.
-TMNT-
Raph jumped down the manhole that lead to the welcoming darkness of the sewers. He smoothly rose from his crouch in time to hear the loud splash of somebody landing ungracefully behind him.
"Mother fucker!" A loud, gruff voice muttered from behind him and Raph turned, a wide smirk on his face, watching the man stumble upright.
"Told ya, bonehead. Ya gotta bend your legs and land on your toes, 's'why you keep on sprainin' yer ankles." Raph said as he sauntered over to the behemoth of a man.
Casey Jones stood up to his impressive six foot four inches and looked down at the forest green face looking up at him.
"Whatevah, man." Casey roughly pulled his denim jacket closer to himself, checking the straps of the backpack on his shoulders, anything to avoid those bright amber eyes. "Man, ya sure yer brothers won' freak out 'bout me jus' droppin' by?" Casey grumbled as he followed closely behind Raph, trying not to get lost in the labyrinth that was the New York sewer system.
"Nah, they already know ya. 'Sides, April's always droppin' by, don' see why you should be any different." Raph gracefully leaped over steam of dirty water, listening to make sure that Casey made it across.
"...Is she gunna be there?" Casey's voice quietly asked.
Raph snorted. "Why? You afraid she's gunna slap ya again?" Raph said, remembering the not so successful meeting between his two human friends.
That day still reduced him and Mikey to laughter whenever they remembered.
"NO!" Casey's voice echoed through the sewers soon joined by Raph's loud chuckles.
-TMNT-
Casey groaned and almost threw the beat up GameCube controller across the room.
"Dude! You suck!" Mikey crowed from his spot on the other end of the couch, standing up and doing a small victory dance.
"Whatevah." Casey grumbled as he pushed himself deeper into the surprisingly comfortable worn down cushions.
"Bow down to your king, suckers!" Mikey whooped, shaking his tail.
"Oi, tone it down will ya?" Raph said as he threw a pillow at Mikey, hitting him on the face. "Ya just got lucky."
"Lucky! Psha! I am the best at Super Smash Bros, bro! Not even Donnie can beat me!" Mikey said as he finally sat back down, ignoring Raph's shove.
"Where is he?" Leo asked as he scrolled through the possible characters, he was curled up on the old recliner.
"He said something about research for some experiment or other, you know Donnie." Mikey said.
Just them Donnie wandered out of his room and made his way towards the kitchen, reappearing a few minutes later, a slice of cold pizza in his hand, muttering quietly to himself as he tugged on the ends of his purple headband.
"Oi! Donnie! Whatcha up to? Wanna play Super Smash Bros?" Mikey called over, waving his controller around. "You can even have my next turn!"
Donnie turned to look at him, froze for a few seconds before slowly blinking, eyes flitting around the room taking in all of the occupants, eyes landing on Casey, staying there just a fraction of a second longer.
"Maybe next time. I have something important to work on." Donnie said, distractedly waving his pizza around as he motioned towards his room. "No time."
With a last, very awkward, wave of a pepperoni pizza slice, Donnie made his way to his rom, his quiet murmurings following behind him like smoke in the air.
"See. Busy dude." Mikey said with a fond shake of his head.
"No offense guys, but yer brother is kinda creepy." Casey said absently as he reached forward toward the bowl of chips that lay on the old coffee table before them.
"What the-OW! RAPH! What the hell, man!" Casey said, chips flying everywhere as he pulled away from the turtle, arm reaching up to rub at the now sore shoulder.
"I'm warnin' ya, Case." Raph said as he glared at his friend. "Careful whatcha say 'bout Donnie."
"Ow, jeez, okay." Casey whined, picking up his controller. "I was jus' sayin'."
"He's not creepy, he's just...different." Leo said quietly, a slight frown on his face.
-TMNT-
Donnie sat in his room, staring at the brightly lit monitor before him. A shaky hand shot out and wrapped itself around a mug full of hot, steaming coffee.
Weeks. It has been weeks since he's been topside.
It was enough to drive him crazy.
Funny, how something he had gone more than half his life without was now something that he craved like the very air he breathed. But now that he knew what was topside he needed to see more, he needed to be able to learn, satisfy the beast in him that craved knowledge and there was no way he could do that being locked away underground with only his stupid brothers and old rat father for company.
But there was nothing to do but wait for the day his dreaded punishment would finally be lifted. Splinter had been even more vigilant with him and Mikey, subtly keeping an eye on them, making sure they never even left the lair.
It made him want to just...lash out.
But he didn't.
He wouldn't.
He would stay calm.
Wait.
Have patience.
Because when it was over and done with, he'd go out.
And play.
And nobody had fun quite like he did.
A/N- I know.
The whole Mr. Miyagi thing? What the crap? I blame it on having just rewatched Karate Kid (i...don't know why) and being slightly drunk going- Hey! That's the funniest thing in the world! I'll have Mikey say it!- I wrote that first bit down, laughed like the Joker about it for, like, 15 mins straight, then left it...for like a month and a half. Then i reopened the doc and reread it and was thiiiiiis close to scrapping that bit but said, fuckit. All the other POVs are so short cause i can't seem to be able to get into other characters heads quite as well as i'd like...
Mine, why you gotta be such a basic hoe and never update? It's just not fetch, brah.
Yeah...so much for a Hollow's Eve update, that never happened...
Reviews? I'll...i dunno, offer sacrificial animals to the gods of...of...whatever you want? It really does make me smile believe it or not. We only had 3 last chapter. *sniffles*
Theme-song-that-doesn't-exist-except-in-my-head!
It's super late review answer time with me, you infamous host, Mine!
Boo! Mine, you suck ass! You're so unfetch!
*cough* Excuse you!
Guest- Yes. Your fear is a good thing. Fear is one of my all time favorite emotions. It makes me feel alive!
You almost made my cold, pale cheeks blush. Fantastic? This? I thank you kindly! And the weird murder/autopsy chapter will happen. In the future. Trust me. When? Nobody knows. But it will seeing as those are the ones that come easiest to me. (you can read into that if you want, though what it says about me, who knows)
Heather- Hey from, like, 2 and a half months into the future from when you last reviewed! I'm glad you're delightfully surprised by Donnie's thoughts. This pleases me. Yeah...sorry about the update thing. We don't have a good relationship...what with the commitment issues and whatnot...but we try.
Ha, you think i'm totes awesome? *sneaky eyes* Wanna have my babies? *waves pizza around* I kid, i kid. I hate babies... e.e
NinjaWolf10- Yeah, updates are infrequent but they shall happen! And a creepy Donnie means i've done my job!
Peace out, bitches, see you all on the flip side!