Heroes in the Half-Shell
Chapter 10 - The Ha'shi
Disclaimer:I do not repeat DO NOT own TMNT and crew in any way cause they belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird (Only knows as the Greatest Guys on Earth!). Other characters like a certain OC that happen in these fanfic rightfully belongs to me and only ME!
Announcement from the writer: Hey guys! I'm dedicating this chapter to Baraka Obama for many years of his service. Thank you SO MUCH for serving America. You will be miss. This chapter is a short one as it has the boys in the Ha'shi! As I plan this story, most of the chapters are a lot longer and some are shorter. And this one is the shortest of them all.
From the reviews/PMs that I got, I will answer them:
To ChelleNorlund
Wow. This story is sooooooooooo good. :-) I like it, I love it. To me, if I were in the movie, I will say to April, "I don't think you're crazy at all, because...not to sound crazy, I'm a huge fan of the Ninja Turtles. I'm very supportive of them. When they work together as a team to fight the Foot Clan, I call that; Turtle Power!"
I can't wait for the turtles to see April & Sally again, that will be sooooooooo amazing. :-)
Keep up the good work, I hope you will update soon.
Thanks,
ChelleNorlund.
PS: On my Pinterest, I have lots of photos of the Ninja Turtles. You can also check out my stories too, if you want. ;-)
It is getting better by the second! And it sure would. We are just going to one of my favourite scenes of the movie.
Hmmm,…I might use something like that. The quote, I mean.
As for Pinterest, just PM your details and check it out!
To grapjuice101
oh please update! I am begging you
SO SO SO SO SO SO Sorry for the late. I didn't mean to! Had enough on my plate at the moment.
To Guest (I don't know which one)
:Updateeeeee!PLEASE!
OOOOKKKKKKKAAAAAYYYYYYYY!
And thanks for grapejuice101 for adding me and the story to their favourites. Love to have my fans to come around all the time.
And here is one of my favourite scenes of the movie. Enjoy!
(The Sewers, Manhattan, NY- 11:59am)
Punishment. Noun. The act of punishing. The face of being punished, as for an offence or fault. A penalty inflicted for an offence, fault, etc. Severe handling to treatment.
That was the one word that the four 15-year old reptile were afraid to hear. That, and another word.
They say effective discipline helps children learn to control their behaviour and builds their self-esteem. The purpose of all this was to stop the child from doing what every parent doesn't want them to do.
At the beginning, their punishment was started at mild before it was moved on to more harsher torture. The Turtles have always get the short straw when it comes to mild torment. To them, it was never easy. They always have to get things the hard way.
This is nothing new. Every child and teen goes through this. Each punishment has varied of types from verbal to physical abuse. From gentle to strict. It could be yelling, withdrawing or withholding any privileges, suffering the consequences, grounding them or giving them time-outs. For the Turtles, they do have a set of rules that was created by their father in which they have no choice but to follow them.
Was it chores? They're not clean freak and cleaning anything is not their speciality. But even if they did, it would mean that they are hiding something. Well, they are hiding something and doing chores around their home would not be enough to sweat them out.
Was it a time-out chair in the corner? Most of the chairs are in the kitchen area and only one of them was being used but it was not for sitting on their shells.
Going into their room? Their own bedroom was not exactly…private. Not much walls and doors in the huge sewer lair. And there was hardly any privacy.
A smack on the shell? From you-know-who, they won't be sitting for another week or so.
Doing 10 flips? Only if it is something that small.
If you have answered to any of them or all of above, then you are complete and utterly…wrong.
Their kind of punishment that their father has instructed for them is way different from anything that anyone has ever seen or experience in their life.
The Ha'shi.
And it was a lot more agony than a simply smack or chair in the corner. It was a form of discipline that applies to all ninjas. It was introduced to the Ninja Turtles when they first started their training.
Located in the same room with the large hatch door, each turtle is designated to balance on an object that was fished in the drains or the junk yard within the Ha'shi. They were all located within a small circle but not in arm length. The only light shining down on them was the ceiling fan that shines the sun from outside world.
Either one of them gets into trouble, everyone serves their time in the Ha'shi. Not matter what.
After having a calming midmorning tea, the rat removes himself from his chambers and joins his younglings in the steel dojo. He has only left for a few minutes and not one of his son has moved from their spots. Wobbling and shaking does not count. In fact, they can't seem to move an inch in the painful position that they are currently in. And that is what that they have been for nearly all morning since they were caught.
"Oooohhh, 11 hours in the Ha'shi," he speaks up. The sly rat drops his hands and places them behind his back. "Are you sure none of you want to tell me where you were last night?"
This is his way of trying to break his children. Parent would come up with ways to make their provocative kids talk. It is either a mean stare or take away any of their vaulables like their iPhones or a Gameboy. This is Splinter's way. Putting them in the Ha'shi for a very long time would make them talk. But is it working? So far, only sweats from their aching muscle and faces were the only thing escaping. Not one word. Not just yet.
Doing the full splits while resting his large feet on two cinderblocks, and balancing three hard-boiled eggs on a pair of chopstick and one on his bald head, the leader of the team was the first to speak. "How you holding up, fellas?" For the past 11 hours, the eldest has been setting a good example for his team to not easily break under these intense pressure. Even if his legs are ready to snap after locking them into place for nearly half a day.
Balancing as much as he can on a small tricycle with one huge foot, the red brute's hands were full with a pair of knitting sticks in his large hands. For nearly the whole morning, he was halfway done of making a red woolly scarf that would be perfect for the cold days down in the sewers.
To make one of his sons break, with his long tail, Splinter whacks the closest turtle to him. The one who is built like a brick. Wonder if he can smash him like one?
Raphael feels the pain and does a short yelp. He nearly lost his balance but he resumed his craft. "I ain't breaking if Donnie ain't breaking." Yelp, just like a brick.
On his right, Donatello was going around and around. Very slowly. Sitting in a horse stance on a hard plank of wood that is rocking on top of a bowling ball, sitting a foot off the ground thanks to another plank of wood but less in width and more sturdy with a couple of cinder blocks resting underneath them like legs. Both of his hands were occupied with ping pong paddles as he lightly whacks the polyester ball back and forth. Try keeping it in motion while moving at the speed of a Merry-Go-Round. As his father gets a bit closer to him, he begins to whine a bit. Not because he was a bit scared of him. It was that he didn't want to lose his focus on the small item going from one side to the other.
Due to the fact that spinning around in circle for a long period of hours, the smart reptile was starting to throw up again but managed to hold it down for the fifth time in the last hour. "Experiencing intense nausea but not breaking." Patting the ball from side-to-side, he keeps his rhythm in check, despite looking a little green. If only Sensei will not make this worse…
Well, too bad because Splinter uses his tail to wrap one corner of the large piece of wood underneath him and winds the cycle once more, making it go a bit faster. Donnie now whimpers at the new speed that was added to the ride. He now feels a sensation riding up his oesophagus. He is not liking this one bit.
This leaves only one more turtle left. And unlike his brothers here, he was hung upside down. And unlike his brothers, he was not sweating. Or shaking. For a long period of time. He was still and calm but slightly moving like a motion art statue that you see in any unique galleries.
His puka-puka necklace and sunglasses were taken off and resting on the wooden swivel chair as they were dangling in his face from before. And just like Donnie, he was spinning at a slow-rate but he doesn't appear to be sick from it. He was enjoying his little time in the Ha'shi for once. But not for long.
"Guys? I'm in the zone! There is literally nothing that could break me right now!" he spoke. He too was tired as his brothers are but he does his very best to cover it.
Is that so, my son…
Splinter knows what to bring out in order to make him talk at least. Taking something out from his hiding spot, he throws it into the middle after swinging a wooden sit into the centre. Seeing the familiar white box that was place in the middle, Mikey's arms begins to shake along with the chair. "Starting to break."
Sitting on the lone stool that the rat has brought out lies the one thing that his sons cannot resist. Mostly to the youngest of them all. He begins to circle around it. "Of course. you've all tasted the 5-cheese pizza. But this,…" he slightly hovers his right furry hand and does a few circular motion, like he was petting a small furry companion of his own before putting them behind his back, "…cheesemongers have speculated of its existence for centuries." He looks over to one of his ninja whom for he was named after. "Da Vinci's original masterpiece." He looks back at the box and dig two of his long nail under the flap of the square-shaped packaged. It was time for the big reveal. "I submit to you…" with the flick of his furry wrist, the lid flips open; revealing the contents within.
"NOVANTANNOVE FORMAGGIO!" he bellows, waving his free hand in the air before joining the other behind the rodent's back. "The 99-cheese pizza."
It was like the Gods have presented to them the gift from above, the light shines down on the Holy grail of New York City. Inside the known disc item that passed down from generation to generation. From famous outlets in the Big Apple and beyond. Made by the creator who brought this item to the table or anyone doorsteps,
Inside the white thin box was a large pizza with a fantastic blend of tomato paste and, like the rat said,…cheese.
If his eyeballs have the ability to pop out anytime and stay rolling on the ground, that is what Mikey's would be doing at this very moment. Never, in his turtle years has he or any of his siblings have ever come across something that was frightently…unmanageable. There were a number of difficult dishes in the years of the reality cooking shows but this was nothing now compared to anything at all. "Ooohhhh! It's not possible."
"Mikey, it's a trap!" Donnie frantically warned. He and the other two eldest knew that this was an oblivious ruse. They knew that the deep-dish was their favourite meal of all time, but in a situation like this and in the hands of the rat master, they know it is bad. "A pizza with that variety of cheese is a culinary impossibility!" Plus, there are about 1778 known cheeses in the world but the task would prove to be a difficult one.
But Mikey simple didn't listen. Because his eyes – and his nose – were now in trance of the item that was sliced up as one of the pieces was taken out of the thin box, courtesy of his father. And it was coming closer to him. With every step.
Let the true torture begin. "Shall I list the ingredients?" the rat speaks. All the older teens watched the scene unfold as they are helpless to do anything.
Mikey knew it was a trap but he didn't care. His baby was in front of him and he needs it. Now. "No…" Anything but that!
Splinter brings the slice closer to his face. "Cheddar…,…Provolone,…"
"Mikey, don't you do it!" barked the leader. As much as he wants to get of slice out of his father's grip, he would have to get down from his difficult position. And knowing how tired his legs are, it would take him a minute to get the blood flowing into his legs before he takes the first step. All he can do is watch and hope that his brother does not break.
But the rat didn't stop and Mikey hasn't broken. Yet. "…Asiago,…"
"Keep it together!" the brainic begged. In the background, Leo almost drops the egg on his right chopsticks but swiftly grabs it in a nick of time. Good thing that they are hard-boiled or else it would smelly mess to clean up.
"Taleggio,…"
Mikey has stopped spinning and was looking at the pizza with his full attention. "I don't even know what that is." True, he only knows the usuals.
Now the pizza was just half a foot away from those green lips of his. "..Mozzarella, of course." The gooey, melted cheesy ingredient begins to droop down to the concrete as the rat continues to lean it towards…
Michelangelo could not hold it in any longer.
"Allright, allright, allright! WeleftthelairbecausetheFootweretakinghostageswekickedsomeseriousbutt,andtherewerethesegirlsnamedAprilO'NeilandSallyHopewhotookourpicture,…" Nearly out of air to speak, the blabbermouth takes a deep breath and resume once more, "…but we took care of it."
The truth is out and so is the tension on his shoulders. But his other friends were not exactly pleased. They cannot believe that the baby of the family would break so easily. And over a pizza?! Well, what would you expect from someone who can't resist this fast-food meal from Pizza Hut.
Raph drops his head but doesn't, for some reason, stops his knitting. "Idiot…" His younger brother can sure be a moron for ratting them out over the simplest of things.
Hearing what his son said, Splinter looked…very disturbed. O'Neil…and Hope? It can't be…
The aged rat drops his hands slightly and bows his furry head, looking very doomed from one of his son's confession. It has been years since he has last heard of those names and now, that they have mixed up into the business of the Foot and them,…
"Oh no, my worst fears have been realised," he muttered.
That is when the leader of the team has come up with the solution to their problem. "Don't worry about it! Donnie erased the picture! We're not in danger." Leo assured his father. The two humans that they met last night are the ones who took the photo and they all managed to erase the evidence before any real damage was made. It would only leave a bizarre story for those girls who would to tell anyone if they can't keep their mouths shut.
But that is not what Splinter is worried about. Snapping out of his gloom, he faces his eldest son with a severe expression. "No. It's April O'Neil and Sally Hope who are in danger!" Wait? The two girls from the rooftops are the ones who are in danger and not them? Doesn't that work the other way around. Out from the corner of his beady eyes, Mikey took the time to hop down from his position and carefully inch his hand closer to the pizza slice still grasp in Splinter's hand. He flinches his hand, only because he thought he would be the victim of the tail that belongs to his master. Seeing the slight opening, he swipes the slice out of the rat's grip. He has finally got the prize …and the breakfast that he wanted. "Find the girls." Splinter orders as he points his finger to the ground. "Bring them here."
Donnie was still playing solo game of Ping-Pong on his little board. "But, sensei, you said to not to go abov—"
But the rat doesn't have time to quote the rule book. He throws his hands in the air. "Find the girls!"
Mikey was about to take the first bite but halts for a second and simply repeats his father's words in a more of a lovely tone unlike the rat's harsh tone. "Find the girls." Splinter quickly whips his head to his youngest son and simply glares at him. The orange turtle just simple shrugged his shoulders before he takes a quick bite.
Looks like Mikey's dream of seeing the girls will happen sooner than he thinks. But finding where these girls would take time and what better way to pass the time than to look up for their address. Once they have got the information, they will go find them and bring them to their father at his request…when the sun goes down.
It would seem that Splinter might know the girls. But they will come face-to-face. Very soon. But right now, let's see what happens when April and Sally find out more on Project Renaissance in:
Heroes in the Half-Shell: Project Renaissance
Author's Notes: Hey guys. Sorry I didn't have the chance to upload as soon as possible, or anytime at all. A lot has happened in these past few months but…some horrible things have happened back at home.
If you guys live in the Melbourne area then, you know what happened a few months back. Some mental asshole has rammed a stolen car into a number of people in the heart of CBD; injuring so many people…and killing so farsixinnocent souls. And this all happened right after Trump took office. Just be glad that most of us were not in the city that day. But I do pray that they do get the peace; especially if they had to lose their lives at such a young age. One of them spent his last hour with a love one for lunch before his life was taken. Another was a ten-year old who would be getting ready to get back to school. And another was a three-month baby who is loved by his parents and his older sister. It was very unbearable that this happened. I also like to point out that the driver was also involved with a shooting that happened early.
This guy has been known to have not just mental health problems but also a drug problem. It is clear that having this kind of abuse is very serious and needs to be treated. Sickness like this do NOT go over after one therapy lesson. In order to be happy and well, anyone who has this needs to be taken care of. I watch Dr. Phil and his work does amazing results. (Although some people think that his show is toxic. I'm not naming whom!)
If you know anyone who has some or a lot or even just a little problem with mental health, don't ignore it. Get the help that you can. I know there have been lots of fake news, crime, haters, drugs, wars, and so much happening today but…we can overcome it. We can survive. We will live through this.
There has been some good happening. Like the Women's March. Millions of people have taken to the streets to protest against Trump. You guys have made me proud. This is the kind of fight that I would love to be a part of. It proves that us women and girls do have a voice and we are saying it loud and proud! I do regret not coming to the one in the city but if there is another one coming around the corner, let me know. I love to get my protest on!
Plus,…Beyoncé has TWINS! And so does George Cooney, my man! My mum has the hots for him and she couldn't be happier for the news! That goes to show that there is some hope for this year.
Not to mention that we are building a battery for renewable energy in SA. So that is something good. Like the PM who thinks that "clean coal and fossil fuels" is the way to go. What dumb…can't say but you know what I mean.
I guess writing stories would actually calm me down. I do have other different methods but right now, I just like to get my FanFics down. My videos are already up and running. We are nearly down with Season 6 and Season 7 is just around the corner.
Also, I went to my uncle's wedding a few weekends ago but managed to get a bit done before finishing it on Sunday/Monday. And I also had the chance to see the new Yu-Gi-Oh! movie and let me tell you…it was…AMAZING! I waited for nearly ten years to see the old gang again and it was worth it!
Well, with TMNT 2012 Season 4 done and dusted, Season 5 is just around the corner! What I thought about the last two episodes were…no words. So emotional, so intense, so beats-out-the-past-three-season-finales-in-the-2012-series! I know, most of you (like me) are pissed off that Korean had the chance to see it before we did but since you guys did see it, you guys couldn't help but spoil it. Some of us are mad but that's all behind us or not now we got a taste of what are in stores for the next two episodes. And I think Season 5 is not far behind when it comes out in March Can't wait for that! The English was much more emotional than the Korean version.
*holds my hands up in defence* Just saying.
Until we meet again,
The DragonLord2912
