Hanami – Chapter 25
TwoSee pulled away. Her tears had subsided; she was just too empty to cry. +"Thank you for putting up with my hysterics. I hate losing it, but I seem to be doing it more and more often."+
Raph frowned, "I don't 'put up' with nothin' – ask my brothers about that one. As for losing it, you've been drugged and god knows what else, and you're still using whole sentences. Things'll get better. You're with us now." He stood up and stretched. "I'm sure Mikey's cooking somethin' by now. Let's go in and see, huh?"
She nodded and took his hand, pulling herself off the turf. He placed a finger under her chin and raised her head. "It'll be ok, Pipes. We won't let anything happen to you or your sisters."
+"Pipes?"+
"Piper?" Raph floundered, pulling out names, hoping she'd like one of them and then he wouldn't feel so stupid, "Chime? Melody? Choral? Harmony? Uh, Susan? Jane? Jenny? -- " Her laughter cut his list short.
She grinned, one hand resting on her throat. +"No, it's ok. Call me Pipes."+
Cabbage and Mike left Splinter and headed down to the kitchen. "So what're you gonna want for dinner –" Mike stopped short in the doorway. The kitchen was spotless. He glanced at the chess game in progress. Donnie and ThreeSee were completely oblivious to everything save the board. Mike cleared his throat, "Eh-hem… so Donnie, did you and ThreeSee clean up all that breakfast stuff?"
She looked away from the board, "Call me Sterling. And yeah, after he won the last game, I asked him to clean the kitchen."
Donnie moved a rook, "You say that like those two statements had something to do with one another. If you win this one, are you gonna clean up the dinner dishes?"
She moved her remaining knight, "Nope. Check."
"Shit!" Donnie leaned over the board.
Cabbage shook her head, "Ok Mike, how do I help? What are we gonna eat? Do you have a spare apron for me?"
Mike was hip-deep in the pantry, pulling out canned tomatoes, pasta, dried basil, garlic cloves, and three baguettes from the shelves. "Spaghetti and meatballs, with roasted garlic and olive oil bread, and green salad." He grinned as her eyes widened; she was so cute. "If you wanna help, you can make the salad. The veggies are in the fridge. Oh! and here's two aprons, pick one." Mike tried desperately to keep a straight face as he watched her try to decide between the 'Kiss the Cook' and his other favorite 'Anything Tastes Better Dipped in Chocolate.'
She raised an eye ridge at him, and broke out laughing. "I'll take the chocolate one." Her smile was all dimples, but he could tell from the look in her eye that she had caught the innuendo.
He flipped on the radio and helped her tie her apron. "Oh! I know this song!"
Sterling looked up and groaned. "Not this song* AGAIN." She turned to Donnie, "Cover your ears, she's gonna sing." She moved a bishop and followed her own advice.
Mikey stared as Cabbage grabbed a carrot from the crisper bin and danced over to her sister. Using the veggie as her 'mike,' she proceeded to drown out the radio.
I don't care what my SISTERS say
I'm gonna be a SuperModel
And everyone
Is gonna dress like me
Sterling glared at her sister, "What nothing but an apron?"
When I'm a SuperModel
And my hair will shine like the Sea-ee-ee
"You're BALD!"
And everyone
Will wanna look
JUST LIKE ME – Eee-ee-ee!
Cabbage smirked, "And nothing like you, toad-girl."
Cause I'm young, and I'm hip, So beautiful
I'm gonna be a SuperModel.
Cause I'm young, and I'm hip, So beautiful
Sterling caught Donatello's eye, "And modest, did she tell you that?"
I'm gonna be a SuperModel.
Donatello raised his hands in self-defense, "I'm not getting involved in this. Check."
I wish that I
Was like Tori Spelling
Mikey was laughing so hard his eyes were watering. He snagged a piece of celery and joined in, crooning into Don's ear.
With a Car like hers and a Dad like hers
And I would show 'em how
How it was done
Cabbage dissolved into laughter, but danced over to Mike and sang on Donnie's other side.
That'd be fun
That'd be fun.
And I'd write my school report
On why I love my genes
Why I love my genes
Yeah, and on my locker door
It's the coolest thing that you've ever seen
Donnie waved them away, so they double-teamed Sterling instead.
Cause WE're young, and WE're hip, So beautiful
WE're gonna be SuperModels.
Cause WE're young, and WE're hip, So beautiful
WE're gonna be SuperModels.
"We didn't eat yesterday. And We're not gonna eat today. And We're not gonna eat tomorrow. Cause We're gonna be SuperModels."
Sterling pelted them with pawns until they moved off. Mikey and Cabbage danced round in kitchen, singing into their vegan microphones. Raphael and Pipes glanced around the doorframe. "My God. There's TWO of 'em."
Cause WE're young, and WE're hip, So beautiful
WE're gonna be SuperModels.
Cause WE're young, and WE're hip, So beautiful
WE're gonna be SuperModels.
Cause WE're young, and WE're hip, So beautiful
WE're gonna be SuperModels.
Cause WE're young, and WE're hip, So beautiful
WE're gonna be SuperModels.
"Checkmate."
Donatello sighed. "Ok, you won; let's get the hell out of the kitchen."
Gonna be a SuperModel.
Gonna be a SuperModel
"We're gonna be SuperModels…"
*-- that song, "SuperModel" performed by Jill Sobule, is not mine, but I put it in this fiction anyway, because I thought it'd be funny.