A.N: I'M OUT FOR THE SUMMER ! And, we have to wait two weeks for the next TMNT episode .
Ericaphoenix16: Well, we haven't gotten to the part where Cally will tell Splinter about the Shredder. Right now it's just the flashback stories.
Katie Gibbs: Yeah, all Italian names. Well, since Present Callaby sort of just met Spike, it means he didn't show up until after she left.
Beawolf's Pen: Yeah, I got real deep, especially with Raph's.
Guest Melissa: I like the meaning behind names. I have a head canon that Splinter named them after artist because Tang Shen like art.
Guest Alejandra: I'm glad that you get Callaby that she's not weird. That's the thing she's trying to discover. It's ok, I haven't even watch the movies so…
I don't own TMNT
Grab What You Can
I told Hamato how it all happened. I went back to the complex to get the book and when I reached the second floor, I went down the hall towards Hamato's apartment. I got to the door and stopped in my tracks, seeing the door was already open. "Who's in here?" I walked in and saw the two detectives who questioned me before. Detective John and Brown were in the middle of a conversation as they stood in the middle of the living room. Their backs were to me and they spoke in low voices, but I was still able to hear what they were talking about.
"Don't you think we still should look in more records?" Brown said.
"What's there to look? He hadn't even written a will, nothing to say where his stuff should go. We have no choice but to sell this stuff when the hundred day marker comes."
I gasped. I knew the hundred day marker was when they called off searches for a missing person and proclaim them dead. "You can't do that!"
The two turned to see me at the door. "Ms. Makon." Brown said with surprise. "We didn't know you were there."
"That's all right. Some people hardly notice me anyway."
Mr. John said, "How long were you standing there?"
"Um, a minute, less maybe."
"Look, we understand why you say we can't take his stuff, but we've done everything. There has been no match for the abductor or the abducted. It's been over a month."
"But that's not a hundred days, that's not even more than fifty."
"We know, but there is no problem in planning ahead."
"So you already want to assume he's dead?"
Mr. Brown cut in, "What my colleague here means is that we got to take measures soon. We don't believe he'd dead, but after the next two months…..we're going to have to assume the worst."
"We aren't probably going to sell these anyway." Mr. John said. "We'll probably keep it until in storage someone who's related shows up to claim it. But that's a slim to none chance."
"What storage?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
"Well," I began to say, and remembering what Hamato said about a week ago. "I have a right to know…."
"Some things are better kept secret." Mr. Brown finished.
Suddenly, a really bad smell hit our noses and we all cringed. "Ugh," Brown said, "It smells like rotten food in a dump."
John looked back at the kitchen to the left of them. "It may actually be rotten food." He and his partner walked into the kitchen, leaving me to take in all that was said before. I wanted to tell them he was alive, I really did. But how would they react to such an impossible thing? Not good. Since I really couldn't do anything more, all I did was think of how to tell Hamato about this.
I looked up at the shelf and remembered the reason I came here. I eyed the detectives as they opened the fridge and checked the source of the bad smell. With them distracted I moved slowly to the shelf and looked at the second level where a bunch of books were stores side by side. "Blue cover…..Renaissance art…..there." I pulled out the book, feeling the velvety hard texture in my hands. I ran my fingers along the title where 'Renaissance Art' was printed in gold. I stood up and walked out with the book, leaving the investigators to pull out an old package of uncooked ham.
After I finished my story, Hamato had stayed quiet and he looked at the floor. "What am I going to do?"
"Like you said, get your stuff out of there and bring it down here."
"But if they have been keeping a look out over my belongings thus far, then how are we to know they will not notice some things missing?"
"Oh….you have a point." I looked down at the floor and tried to formulate a plan that might be doable.
Hamato just sighed and got up from sitting down. "I believe it best to just leave them where they are."
"What? No way!" I stood straight up and crossed my arms. "I can't just let you just leave your precious belongings to random people. No, I'll get your stuff for you if I have to."
"But I don't want you to get caught stealing."
"Maybe I won't." I said with confidence. I have never really felt confidence like this before. This was a first. "I might have a way to get your stuff, without them noticing."
"How do you plan to do it?"
"I just start bringing in a few things at a time. You can just tell me what I need to bring you."
"We can't bring everything, though, for sure they will notice." I felt bad, knowing this was true. I could see he really didn't like the idea but it had to be that way. He continued, "I do not think I'll be needing my old cloths." I laughed as he smiled and motioned to himself. "There is something I do not wish for them see. There is a box full of some…important things."
"What's in it?" I asked. I could see he was trying to come up with a way to respond. Whatever it was must be too personal for him to say. I rephrased my question. "Where is it in your apartment?"
He was surprised for my change in question but he answered anyway. "It's in my spare room. The one down the hall to the right. Would it be ok if you can get it for me?"
I smiled and held up the velvet blue book in my hand. I handed it to him and said, "If I can get a book, I can get a box….and a whole lot of other stuff."
Hamato and I began to come up with a plan. We noticed that the new place we found was a bit in need of a fixer upper. There were loose tiles that needed to be glued to the floor, sharp edges needed molding, dust needed to be swept out…..ok, it was more than a bit of fixing needed. My father left a tool box that he himself hardly ever used. It had everything needed for repairs. We also had to make some doors or some sort of blockade to keep the turtles from crawling out to go wherever. Hamato said he would keep them up in the lofted area until we found a way to child proof the area. There was a whole lot more to do, but there was so much I really didn't have time to put it all together in my head.
Once the plans were done, I said to Hamato, "I'll get your box right now. I bet the detectives have left already so I can go-"
"Wait, I need to tell you what you must do. The box should be in the closet, but if it has been moved, then leave it. The investigator would know about it already and take note if it has been taken."
"So if they moved it, then I leave it."
"Yes."
"Ok." I said, a little bit unconvinced. I know he really wanted the box, and it would be a shame if they found it.
When I got to the apartment, I slowly opened the door to make sure no one was in it. When I heard no mumbling or talking of any kind, I went in. I went down a hall to my right and continued in until I got to the room on my right. I went in and saw stuff laying around. I smiled, knowing I could put a name to a few of these things. Japanese style Kimonos that sat on top of table. Dragon carved candelabra. Small bonzi tree bush. A porcelain kettle. "So…many… things…" I then found a box open in the middle of the room with something interesting poking out. I went up to it and saw a helmet, like what army men these days wore. This one was pretty dirty, though, and it had a smell of smoke mixed with jungle. "Hmmmm." For fun's sake, I put it on my head. It was so big, the rim covered my eyes and I stared into the inside of the hat. I giggled a little bit.
I stepped back and stood straight. I put my hand in salute and said in a deep voice, "Attention!" I then pretended to march and I turned back to walk somewhere but then my hand slipped on something that rolled under the ball of my feet. I fell back and landed on my back. The helmet came off as I laid there watching the ceiling spin. "Ow." I sat up and looked at what I slipped on. There was a tall tube container in the middle of the room. I knew it to be what construction workers use to role of their plans and put them in it. I picked it up and pulled out whatever was in it. When I rolled it out, I gasped about how big it was. It was twice as tall as me, and the width was as big as wide as a room. There where black and white Japanese style drawing drawings on it. There were so many different scenes in it, like on one side there was a battle between soldiers in armor. Woman under huts. Horses running across fields.
"Amazing….." I then saw something attached to the tube. A piece of paper that looked like an order form for something. I read it out load, "July Lilies Embroiders. Japanese paper door. Name under Hamato….. Pick up date July? Oh my gosh, he ordered a sliding door embroidered. And he won't be able to- wait, he can't, but I can." I rolled it all back up and put it in the tube. I closed the lid and put the sash across my chest to keep it on my back. I put the helmet back in the box and said to myself, "Now, time to get the box in the closet."
I went to the closet door and opened it. On the floor, inside the dark closet, there was a brown box. "Well, it's not outside, than it's ok." I bent down to pick it up but once I tried I almost fell forward. It was heavy. I tried again, this time dragging it out and I accidentlay pulled on one lid. It came off and I fell on my bottom. I got mad, "Ok, what's in this thing?" I looked in to see but at the same time knew it was a bad idea. It was too late to pull back though because what I saw in it made my eyes staid glued looking at it. Weapons…..and cool ones. There was a small club mace and Shurikans. Kama's and Kunai. Fuikya and Shobo. Yeah, I'm a sucker for weapons like these. I reached in and pulled out a pair of nun chucks. "Neat." I began to twirl it around but stopped when I saw it was going to hit me if I continued. Then I pulled out a pair of sai's. "Awesome." I held it in my hands like they did in the movies; holding the hilt so that the point in was facing the side. I put it back in and grabbed the last one. A pair of katana's. "This guy has such cool digs." I looked up back into the closet and saw leaning against the wall was a bo-staff. "Yep, it just got better."
I put all the weapons I pulled out back into the box and closed the lid. I pulled off the sash holding the tube and took off the lid. I then grabbed the bo-staff and stuffed it in, being it able to fit in it. I packed up the rest of the things, closed the lid of the tube, put the sash around me, and picked up the box.
I got back to Hamato and our later with all the stuff. When I handed it to him, I tried to smile as if there was nothing wrong. But he seemed to have a sort of sixth sense. "Is there something you would like to tell me?"
"Um….i sort of accidentaly looked it. But-but-but I didn't ruin anything. The weapons are in mint condition and the bo-staff is in this tube package." I handed it all to him saying, "I mean, it was the only way to carry without making anybody look at me suspicious."
"It is all right that you saw what was in here. I trust you Callaby, and there is nothing to- nothing… to hide." As he began to walk away with his stuff, I said to myself, "It's amazing you could do that…" I patted my back pocket with the order form for the sliding Japanese door embroidermant, "Especially when I'm hiding a surprise for you."
A.N: Yeah, now Callaby is going to wondering a lot of things, and asking a lot of questions. Any, I have to go. I'm off to watch XMEN Days of Future Past. Next, we get to see how they decorate the new home. I'm KikaKatTIOI, peace out!
