Melting the Frost
愛情のある端! Leonardo、Raphael、Donatello、ライトの都市で耐えられるミケランジェロ。
Arigatou.....this is the longest fiction I've ever done. I want to thank my kind reviewers-I'd give you all roses if I could. ^^
Second daughter of Eve
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Rhoda J
Mikell
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Negimasamurai
MelodyWinters
Tokyo Blue
Farewell, my friends. I bid you adieu.
Quote:
"May you always have walls for the winds, a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire, laughter to cheer you, those you love near you and all your heart might desire."
Chapter 11: Melting the Frost
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Something unique.
Something powerful.
But something sweet.
What...?
Splinter sighed as he poured some of the prescripted formula that the pharmacist gave him into an old bowl, and giving it a good stir with a
whisk....
....could babies digest anything but formula and milk in the first few weeks? It didn't appear to be so....
Splinter was asking the time old question: Is milk a liquid, A food, or both? To himself when he heard whimpering from the other room.
Oh, dear.....if he had to guess, that was Turtle Fo.....er....what he had been temporally calling him was Akeno, which was a male name for
"Radiance in the shattering dawn."
And although that WAS unique and suitable.....Splinter was not sure if he felt very comfortable with it.
Turtle Three recieved the temporary name Benjiro, which was "Ambassador of peace."
Two recieved Kano, or, "The Phoenix's Fire," and One had recieved Sora, "Overflowing blue sky." If you put Sora in another form, you would get,
"A Brand New World."
All very nice....very suitable.....but they were still fairly common names in Japan.
Not to mention....well, he wouldn't want to embarass One....oh, this was getting hard to remember-Sora, with the fact that, technically, he had a
girl's name.
Personally, it made little difference to the rat, but you knew little boys.
Splinter scooped up the squirming turtle with a little difficulty. He sighed as he layed his palm on Akeno's face.
Akeno's temperature seemed to have risen...best to give him the prescription now.
Splinter carried Akeno away from the crate for a moment to the kitchen. The boy hiccuped, then spluttered.
If he could just ease his stomach, Splinter might be able to drop him back to sleep...
Posessed of that hope, he reached for the formula, standing close to the woodstove-it was a little chilly in here-and stared at the snowy bits of
firewood he'd managed to locate, snow dripping off like sweat near the firey logs.
"Bless you," said Splinter quietly as Akeno let out the tiniest sneeze.
....the turtles had each either gotten a mild case of flu, an extremely bad cold, or both, being out in the chill for so long.
Which meant four very unhappy, vomiting, feverish, shivering, runny nosed, rather demanding turtles....
...and a rather tired rat.
At least he could give them medication-the doctors had proven that that was acceptable for certain newborns....
Akeno whimpered, but allowed Splinter to gently tip the odd white contents into his mouth.
Akeno's stomach twisted....
And he threw up.
After a few seconds, Number Four began to cry softly, out of pain for his blistering throat or humiliation, Splinter didn't know which.
The rat closed his eyes and thanked heaven for laundry detergents....
After wiping his shoulder off, Splinter resumed comforting Akeno, bundling him up in his yellow quilt.
"Ssshhh. Shhhhh. It is alright....I know you did not mean to...."
Finally, finally.....AKeno dropped off, and Splinter was able to lay him next to Kano.
Now.....more name searching.....
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No, he didn't care for that one.
Nope.
Zero.
Nada.
Goose eggs.
Splinter sighed, and closed the book.
Nice origins, but nothing he was looking for.
What was he looking for, anyway? The rat did not know.
Well....no point in griping abouyt what you could not change. Splinter reached for a Shel Silverstein book resting on the floor.
Time to practice his English readings, again.....
Interesting.
English words had a certain symnetry to them....what was that one rule? I before Ye except after Thee....or something like that?
Splinter closed the book with a smile.
Cute....now, for another. Splinter looked over the ones he had managed to find in his excavations....
Oh....it was that Italian book again. ALways lovely to look at.
Splinter picked the very browsed by book yet again.
It was getting late. Splinter yawned and took another sip of tea, turning another dry page, hearing the sound rustle in the silent room.
How interesting....these works of art.
Renaissance art was captivating....
....but his eyes were getting a bit heavy...
Well, he just....maybe....took a little...
Splinter woke up, heart racing, as if an electric stream of energy had passed through his bloodstream.
That was it.
All along, when he had spent all that time wondering....!
Michelangelo-he who was like God. A giver of....unexpected gifts.
Raphael-in Hebrew, it meant, "God has healed."
Donatello-in Italian, "Peace for another generation."
Leonardo-in Italian, meant simply, "God has been merciful."
All perfect....
...except for Leonardo and Donatello. Who got which? It would be more suitable, giving the painter's original personality to the right child....
....but it didn't fit quite right. Leonardo sounded better for Sora. And Ditto Donatello for Benjiro.
It would always be a slight mistake....but that could be easily changed into a family pun.
Splinter paused as he reached for his cleanest paper, pen and ink.
A family....
As Splinter worked, he considered a bit.
It would be nice for them to each have a little middle name. Their Japanese names would do quite nicely.
....but their last name....what would that be? And, it had been a tradition in the Hamato clan to name a child after someone who had passed on.
Splinter frowned as he thought....
At Three in the morning, Splinter had it, in his finest calligraphy and English.
Perhaps he was being a little presumptous for their last names....but that was quite alright.
Even if they chose to leave him, he would at least, have this memory of them being who they were now....
Leonardo Sora Yoshi Splinterson, Nov. 12
Raphael Kano Yoshi Splinterson, Nov. 12
Donatello Benjiro Yoshi Splinterson, Nov. 12.
Michelangelo Akeno Yoshi Splinterson: Nov. 12.
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Exhausted, Splinter nonetheless smiled as he dipped the pen in again.
He wasn't finished yet.
Even, when time went by, and the turtles were much older, he could, at least, turn to a dim world that could be brighter then yesterday in the
memory....
Cause and effect. Action and reaction. How and why. Then and now. What is, what isn't. There is a time for everything.
Unfortunately, the day had come for the rat's beloved master's time to end.
Hun lay curled over, enormous hand at his face as the four furious rat claw swipes had made their mark-crimson, and deep......
The Ever loving End