Hey guys! I'm back! And no I haven't died. I am healthy as ever and staying home! I hope you all won't be too bored out of your minds, and I figured, "Ya know what? I would personally love it if everyone started updating their fics." And then I slapped myself for being a hypocrite. *chuckles awkwardly* So, yeah. I'm going to be trying to get more updates out there while everything's shut down and my schedule has become much more reasonable. I hope you all enjoy, stay healthy, and stay safe!
Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles. And Irrilia belongs completely and entirely to myrling.
However! I DO own Nakano and Kioshi!
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The 'Question' ~part 2
Irrilia trudged out of the lab and back to her room, closing the door behind her. She turned to face her bed where another young, lizard-like girl was waiting.
This other young mutant, though, had a longer snout than Irrilia, and her tail was longer and more sleek, without the signature salamandrian frills running down it. Her grassy green skin was speckled with silver scales, mostly on her shoulders, which flashed reflectively in the light like miniature diamonds. One thing that resembled Irrilia, was the noticeable plastron and carapace that covered her back and her front.
The young mutant was sitting on Irrilia's bed, leaning over the edge waiting eagerly for the salamandrian girl to walk in, her long serpent like tail flicking in the air behind her.
"Well?" she asked expectantly, her deep blue eyes sparkling excitedly, "What did they say?"
Irrilia sighed in dismay.
"They said to ask my parents."
"And?" the snake hybrid questioned.
"Daddy didn't know."
"Well, did you ask uncle Donnie?"
"Yes."
"And what did he say?"
"He said he didn't know either. They all told me to ask mom," Irrilia explained, pulling herself up onto the bed, and flopping dejectedly onto the sheets.
The snake girl scooted next to the young salamandrian, resting her chin in her hands while laying on her plastron, a small twinkle in her eyes.
"So does that mean I win?" she whispered hopefully.
Irrilia instantly jerked up to look at her.
"Nuh-uh! No way Nakano!" she protested.
"I don't know Irrilia," the serpentine mutant replied mischievously, "You said yourself that not even uncle Donnie knows."
"That doesn't mean anything!" Irrilia cried, "Mom might still know!"
"Yeah, but it will be forever till aunt Mona comes back," Nakano reasoned, "Besides, no one else knew the answer, so that means I won fair and square!" she sang.
Irrilia groaned in defeat, letting herself fall dramatically back onto the bed.
"Fine. Chompy can spend the night in your room," she grumbled.
Nakano jumped up on the bed, punching the air above her head triumphantly.
"Yes!" she cheered, her tail whipping back and forth excitedly.
Irrilia rolled onto her side, crossing her arms over her chest and curling her thicker salamandrian tail around herself as best she could.
"I hope he chomps the end of your tail off," she mumbled.
"Don't be like that Irrilia," Nakano scoffed, "How about this. If at some point the parents ever learn where babies come from, and they tell us, then you can have Kioshi as your brother for a week," the serpent girl offered.
Irrilia slowly turned back over, looking over the young snake-turtle mutant incredulously.
"Promise?"
Nakano smiled.
"Promise," she said holding out her green, four fingered hand.
Irrilia shook her head.
"Tippy tail promise?" she questioned.
"Tippy tail promise," Nakano swore, her long green tail flicking forward towards the salamandrian.
Irrilia smiled, letting her own thicker tail intertwine with Nakano's and making a handshake motion with them.
"Then it's a deal," she agreed.
~~~~~~~~~~~8 years later~~~~~~~~~~
Nakano and Irrilia just finished having 'the talk' with their parents. And they were both thoroughly embarrassed.
"Why would they ever tell us something like that?!" Irrilia fumed, her usually green face turned scarlet.
"Because we asked," Nakano answered quietly, still in shock.
"Yeah but they didn't have to tell us! They could have just pretended they didn't know!"
Nakano didn't answer her raging cousin, her face turning a rosy pink.
Irrilia went quiet, though every once in a while she would mutter something under her breath.
Nakano made her way to the TV pit and sat down awkwardly on the cement ridge that they used as a couch, still recovering from her mental scarring.
Irrilia flopped down on a blue bean bag across the pit from Nakano, still muttering to herself while her thick tail flicked in frustration.
Nakano allowed her own snake like tail to twist around her ankle, something she did whenever she felt nervous or insecure. She bit her lip at the awkward silence. Irrilia was still fuming in the corner, her arms crossed over her chest.
As time began to pass by, they slowly began to relax and allowed their minds to think about other things.
Things like who was responsible for supper that night.
Probably uncle Mikey.
No, wait a second. It was actually Kioshi's turn.
Surprisingly enough, the quiet teen turtle had overcome the overpowering reputation of his father and was rather formidable in the kitchen. Which was pretty much the only thing that him and his uncle Michelangelo had in common.
It was good that they had something that they could relate to each other with. Because, if you really thought about it, those two were more different than peanut butter and jelly.
Kioshi was always so reserved, he didn't really talk much, except through Nakano, and there was something calming about his presence that no one could really explain.
It was so peaceful being in the same room with him, and he would do just about anything for his little sister. Whether it be taking a bullet or giving her the more comfortable seat on the couch.
And it was seeing moments like that, that made Irrilia want a sibling.
Wait a second..
Irrilia's head whipped around towards Nakano, realization hitting her like a lightening bolt.
The snake like mutant sensed the sudden movement from her salamandrian cousin and looked over at her inquisitively.
A mischievous grin spread across Irrilia's face, only filling Nakano with more confusion.
"What?" the snake-turtle teen questioned.
"You tippy tail promised," Irrilia sang hopping off the bean bag and rushing for the kitchen.
Nakano's eyes widened in horrified realization, and she instantly jumped up, dashing after the salamandrian.
"Wait! What?! No!" she cried after her friend who had already made it into the kitchen, Nakano following shortly after.
"Kioshi! You're my brother for a week!" Irrilia announced quickly before her serpent cousin could interrupt her.
Kioshi and Mikey looked at her in surprise, startled at her sudden appearance and proclamation.
"What?" Kioshi asked his voice barely audible, though Nakano could hear the confusion, and panic in his words.
She groaned inwardly.
"You get to be my brother for a week," Irrilia clarified.
"Woah, woah, hold up," uncle Mikey said holding his two hands up, which were currently encased in oven mitts, "Go back to the beginning. Why is Kioshi your honorary brother for a week exactly?"
"Nakano and I made a bet! If I won then I got to have Kioshi as my brother for a week!" she beamed.
Kioshi looked at Nakano, his amber, reptilian eyes bewildered.
"So you won?" uncle Mikey asked, though everyone already knew the answer.
"Yep," she chirped brightly.
Uncle Mikey looked at Nakano with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.
"And what did Nakano get if she won?" he questioned, the mischief in his words covered by the innocence in his voice.
"She got to spend a night with Chompy," Irrilia said with a wave of her hand, as if that information was unimportant.
Kioshi's expression was filled with betrayal.
Traitor. His eyes sent at Nakano, though in more of a dramatically hurt kind of way than the traditional accusation.
That's not the whole story. She tried to send back, but Kioshi's attention was pulled away by their ecstatic uncle.
"Oh boi!" the orange masked turtle laughed, slapping Kioshi's carapace humorously with his mittened hand, "You were traded out for a household pet! That is embarrassing! You need to earn up those sister's favorite points dude!"
Kioshi coughed at the unexpected blow to his back, before looking back up at his younger sister pleadingly.
Tell me this is a prank.
Nakano shook her head regretfully, and Kioshi's complexion reddened.
"Yup! Guess so!" Irrilia agreed marching over to Kioshi and grabbing his green arm, practically dragging the mutant turtle out of the room. He tried to protest, but, as usual, when his mouth opened no words followed. So he stumbled along behind the teenage salamandrian, gaping like an alarmed fish out of water.
"Come on big brother!" Irrilia commanded happily, "I only have one week and I know exactly what to do first... Sparring!! Dojo here we come!"
As the two cousins headed for the kitchen exit Kioshi's, pleading, golden brown eyes met Nakano's deep blue ones.
Please don't do this to me. He sent to her desperately.
I'm so sorry Kioshi. She sent back, never feeling more sincere in an unspoken apology before.
Can't you do anything? His eyes pleaded.
I'm afraid not. Nothing could stop her now, even if I tried. Her eyes replied.
A small forlorn groan escaped Kioshi's throat, though it was quickly drowned out by Irrilia's excited ranting on everything she had planned for them the entire week.
"Then we can stay up and watch tv! And tomorrow we will go for a run and..."
"Sorry," Nakano whispered after her older brother as he was quickly dragged into the dojo.
Uncle Mikey laughed brightly.
"Well looks like I lost my cooking companion!" he said, though he didn't seem as nearly disappointed by it than he should have been.
Nakano sighed regretfully.
"I'll help you," she offered half-heartedly.
She wasn't as good in the kitchen as Kioshi, and was more than happy to leave it at that. But since her older brother was currently unavailable because of her, she figured she could at least help out in his place.
She walked over to the cutting board, that Kioshi had been chopping onions at, and picked up the knife.
"Woah! Wait!" uncle Mikey yelped in alarm.
Nakano froze and looked up, wide eyed, at her uncle.
"What? What's wrong?" she asked.
"Uhm," the orange masked turtle shifted nervously, "You're not like your dad when you're in here, are you?"
Nakano laughed.
"Uncle Mikey, I promise there's nothing to worry about!" she assured him, bringing the knife down on the defenseless onions confidently, and accidentally nicking her finger.
"Ouch!" she hissed, dropping the knife and bringing the appendage up to her face. A small droplet of blood began to slowly trickle from the small slice, and it began to burn slightly. She sucked on it, trying to relieve the burning, shaking it back and forth.
"Uh," uncle Mikey said, looking at her worriedly.
"I'm fine," she insisted, "I just need to wash it off."
Stepping over to the kitchen sink she turned on the cold water, but nothing came up.
"Huh, that's weird," she muttered and began turning the heat nob, but to no avail.
"Hey Uncle Mikey?" she called, looking up the water spigot, "Is there something wrong with the sink?"
"No. I just used it like two seconds ago." he answered, walking over next to her and looking at the nozzle.
"Hmmmm," he hummed, cranking the cold and hot nobs back and forth vigorously.
Suddenly Nakano felt water pool around her feet and she looked down in confusion to see a small waterfall leaking out from underneath the cupboard door under the sink.
"Uh, Uncle Mikey?"
"What?"
"Look down."
His head jerked down at the floor.
"What the-" he breathed, kneeling down and opening the cupboard door. As soon as he did water sprayed out into his face and across the floor.
He sputtered and put his hands in front of him, trying to block the forceful spray of water shooting out at him.
"Nakano!" he shouted above the loud hissing of the leaking pipes, "turn off the water!"
"Okay!" she cried in response, leaping for the sink and cranking the nobs.
A panicked yelp shot from her uncle's mouth.
"WRONG WAY! WRONG WAY!" he shouted, "OW! HOT! HOT! THAT'S HOT!"
"Sorry!" she cried back, cranking the nobs the other way.
Slowly the pressure underneath the sink began to decrease, and the water went from sharp spray to gentle drip.
Unfortunately the whole kitchen was soaked, including Uncle Mikey.
Nakano surveyed the wet mess of kitchen slowly.
"Uh, maybe I'll just let you do the cooking," she offered, making her way to the kitchen exit.
"Thanks Nakano," uncle Mikey groaned, before muttering, "The apple sure doesn't fall far from the tree. Oh my poor sweet kitchen," he whimpered sadly.
Nakano grimaced, deciding that she would leave the culinary responsibilities to her brother..
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Okay, I just HAD to. Putting Mikey through some trials in the kitchen is always fun.
*Mikey glares* "Not cool bro."
But anyway! What'd you guys think? Some backstory on Kioshi and Nakano, they are Leo and Karai's kids. Kioshi is older by two years and Nakano's his little sister. Please tell me what you thought of them!
And if you have any ideas for some next gen oneshots please comment and throw me the ideas! I'll give you full credit for the idea! I want to make this a fun book for everyone. (Plus I don't have very many plot ideas for some next gen oneshots) But if you have any ideas please don't be afraid to share them!
Stay healthy everyone! (And don't get too bored) ;p