Okay, here is my chapter 6. I haven't been working as fast on these because I'm in my school's choir and have been preparing for Valograms (singing telegrams) for a while. Today is Valentine's Day and I might as well work on this. ^_________^ Oh, and thanks to all who bother to read this stuff. It's not as broken in as the more talented NT fanfiction writers, but hey, I try. ^_^
REMINDER: No lawyers. ^_^ Thanx muches.
Brandy sat up when morning came around, having given up on the idea of sleeping a long time ago. No one could really tell it was morning down in the sewer lair, for no light came through. The only way Brandy knew it was morning was by the little clock. It read 7:42.
She stood up, a bit dizzy from standing up so fast. Eventually she shook it off, grabbed her hat, and stumbled her way out into the living area. Her hair was tossed in different ways, and her long purple pajama shirt slipped down over one of her creamy fair shoulders. Donny had let her borrow it when she came knocking on his door in the middle of the night asking for something to sleep in. She had noticed that many humans changed their clothes before they slept, and she wanted to try this theory out. Donny didn't seem too happy, however, being woken up to be forced to find some decent attire for her.
When she reached the kitchen, Mikey was there reading the paper. No doubt he was reading the comics section. He had the paper flat down on the table, leaning over it with evident interest, smirking every so-often and letting out a chuckle. His orange mask's ends hung over his shoulders and spiraled onto the paper, and Brandy began to wonder if the turtles ever took their masks off. She stepped in, leaning against the wall. "Heya."
Mikey looked up, his eyes sparkling to life at her presence. He picked up his hot cocoa, lifting it up as a salute. "Hey babe! Want somethin' sweet to wake ya up?" He slurped some of his cocoa and put it down, a big, goofy, whipped-creamed grin spreading across his terrapin face.
"I don't know what that is," Brandy said, nodding towards Mikey's mug. She had no idea what humans did besides sleep, let alone what they drank.
Mikey laughed, wiping the whipped cream away, and with a bashful grin but bold voice, he replied, "I wasn't talkin' 'bout the cocoa, beautiful dudette. But if ya wanna try some of this ya can!"
Brandy laughed at the joke. So he wasn't all innocent and childish. He was an 18-year-old turtle, after all. "Good morning to you too, Mikey."
"Nothing like cheesy flattery to start your morning," Donny muttered, stepping in with a mug of his own. He crossed the kitchen and came to a counter, setting his mug down to turn on the toaster. "Hey Brandy. You sleep okay?"
Brandy was thinking about telling him the problem with her and sleeping, but decided not to. That would be one more thing Donny would seem intrigued by. She didn't feel like having the attention again, for it was morning, and it was a new day. She had lots to think about, and lots that she needed to start doing.
"Yes, fine. Thank you." She looked at Donny and Mikey's mugs, curious as to what the swirling mess of white and liquid brown would taste like. "Is it good?"
"Is what good?" Donny asked.
"That stuff. In your cup." She crossed her arms and pointed at it with her chin. Donny looked down at the cup, and smiled.
"Yeah, it's pretty good. Very sweet. I think you'd like it. Wanna try?"
"Yeah."
She sounded to Donny like a child suppressing excitement, and looked it too. Her hazel blue eyes sparkled. Her form molded into a shy, hesitant position. Her shoulders bunched up, her arms behind her back, and her legs crossed, she looked Donny in the eye. 'Wow, she sure has a way with eye-contact,' Donny noticed briefly.
"Is it okay?"
Donny shook his head out of his momentary trance. "Huh?"
"Is it okay? To try some?"
Donny blinked a few times, trying to process her meaning. Then, he shook his head harder, laughed a bit at himself, and waved his hand in dismissal. "Oh yeah, it's totally fine. Don't worry about it. I can always make more. We've got tons of this stuff stashed away. Just about as much as we have pizza. Here, here...drink all you want!" Donny began to hand it to her, but then drew it back. "But first, let me get some more whipped cream."
As Donny scrambled through the kitchen to find their old, beat up refrigerator, Brandy realized the state of her shirt, or more literally, Donny's shirt. By the time she realized it, however, Donny was already standing in front of her again, and seemed to have noticed it too. Brandy blushed a deep shade of red.
'She looks kinda cute all embarrassed,' Donny thought to himself with a smile. He pretended it wasn't a big deal, and he stepped closer to fix it. He slipped the shirt up to cover her shoulder, and as his fingers brushed her silky skin, he noticed a slight jerk from her. He smiled with friendliness. "There. That's better. Now, here ya go. If ya don't like it, just give it to Mikey. He'll take care of it."
Brandy looked at Mikey, who had looked up at the sound of his name, and smiled that adorable smile again. Brandy's embarrassment died, and she laughed her cotton candy laugh. She took Donny's mug with eagerness, unable to resist the tempting smell of it. Donny and Mikey watched intently, as if their cocoa was in a contest. Brandy brought it to her lips, Donny and Mikey leaning closer. She felt the cold white fluff on her lips, and she licked it. The sugar of it was heavenly. She slurped up the whipped cream, not being able to control the happy smile that occupied her angelic face. When she reached the liquid brown substance, she hesitated, for she noticed the steam coming up from it. "It's hot," she said, sounding like a little child.
"Oh, don't worry, it's not too hot. It's warm, really. I made it about twenty minutes ago, so it shouldn't be too bad." Donny straightened up as he spoke, and when Brandy nodded in unsure satisfaction, leaned closer again.
Brandy put her mouth the edge of the mug, tilted it...Donny and Mikey were twitching with curiosity now...the brown liquid slid closer to her lips as she tilted the bottom of the mug farther up...Mikey stood up now from his chair, knocking over his newspaper...she felt the warmth of it, and hesitantly allowed it pass her lips and slide into her throat...
Donny and Mikey waited.
Brandy swallowed, and her eyes grew big. Donny and Mikey held their breath. But just as fast, they started when she jumped, a squeal of pure delight echoing through the lair. Donny clutched his chest and Mikey tripped over his chair, falling on his shell.
"This is so good! Wow, this is amazing--" she stopped talking to drink more, and more and more and more...till finally, she finished, and set the mug down. "May I please have more?"
Donny looked at Mikey, who looked back. They started laughing, and Donny gestured for Mikey to refill Brandy's mug. Mikey stood up with Donny's help, for shells are hard to maneuver when flat on the ground, and took Brandy's mug to fill it up again. "No prob, babe!"
When Brandy got another mug of cocoa, she entered heaven again, going through each stage of ecstasy. First, the cool, slick sweetness tickling her lips, fluffy and white as a cotton pillow. Then, as the cool, white, fluffy wetness died away, the steam moistened her face, hot and blissful. Last, the warm entrance of a luscious delight, making her mind spin with pleasure. More and more she drank, finally reaching the end of her paradise, and when the last drop was gone, she let out a loud, heavy, happy sigh of satisfaction.
Brandy continued to ask for refills, and the two turtles gladly did so. As she drank happily, Leo walked in, his face flushed with color. Donny and Mikey knew he had been meditating and practicing his katas all morning, so his face was glowing with health. Mikey tried not to laugh when he came across the thought of a facial.
"What have you created, guys?" Leo asked, laughing. "You made a cocoa monster!"
"Well, at least she found something she likes, she had no clue what it was at first," Mikey stated, picking up his fallen newspaper.
Leo's face suddenly changed, looking interested. "Really? Are you not
from Earth, then?"
The question was quite forward and unexpected, and the other two turtles
hesitated. Would she take it the wrong way?
"You might say that," Brandy answered, sipping more hot cocoa.
"Hmm. Then where are you from?"
Before she could answer, Raph stumbled in, cursing and mumbling under his breath. He wasn't much of a morning person. "Ugh...my head," he grumbled.
"Good morning, Raphael," Brandy greeted, smiling her sweet smile. Raph looked up, seeing Brandy, and nodded politely. When he walked over to the refrigerator without really speaking, Brandy cocked her head to the side in wonder. 'Wonder why he is so hesitant of me.'
"Leo, did you drink the last of the milk?" Raph growled.
"Why do you always assume it's me who eats or drinks that last of everything, Raph?"
"Because you usually do."
"I don not!"
"Do too!"
Donny and Mikey gave each other knowing looks, each silently agreeing to step out of the kitchen and take Brandy with them. Leo and Raph would be at this for a while at the rate they had jumped into the fight.
Brandy excused herself from the two turtles she had followed out of the kitchen, and stepped into her little room. She sat down on the bed, frowning. 'It's time to take off this smile,' she thought with a sigh. 'Time to start thinking, Brandy.'
As Brandy's mind entered a state of seriousness and contemplation, she heard a knock on her door. She felt slightly irritated, which was an unusual emotion for her. Where she came from, there was always peace, so there were never moments when she or anyone else would become angry. But so long as Brandy was here, she figured she might as well feel and taste new things.
"Come in." Brandy looked up to see Donny's face. "Hi,
Donatello. Is there something wrong?"
"No, no," Donny assured, coming in with an uncertain face. He had had
something on his mind for a while, and needed to settle it. "Can I ask you
a question, Brandy?"
"Of course."
"Could you please explain to me why you're here?" Donny paused to think, then added, "On Earth, I mean."
"Oh I've always been on Earth...well, not literally on it, more like in the air. There's a pocket between the physical Earth and the boundaries of the biosphere. We sprites are sort of invisible in that pocket, but we are very much there. Well, anyway, as far as what I'm doing here....umm..."
Brandy paused, not sure whether she should continue or not. Donny listened intently, waiting for her to go on. When she didn't, he looked at her with curiosity. "What is it?"
"My intentions here are very serious, and I'm not sure who I should tell and who I shouldn't."
"Well, Brandy, as you may have already guessed, I'm a scientist...kind of. I'm the scientist of the group, anyway, and if you needed any information you could always come to me."
Brandy considered Donny's offer, an hesitated a moment longer before deciding that confiding in someone may ease the unfamiliar feeling of stress. "Well," Brandy started, fiddling with a strand of her hair. "I was sent here because there's a hole in the our world's pocket, as I've explained about. Our world is seeping out of it, and many sprites are dying because of the exposure. We are afraid that some humans may discover us with their scientific instruments, like detect us...then people will no longer have dreams, and they won't know that that reason alone will be the cause of their destruction. People survive because they have dreams...I'm not quite sure why--"
"It's the brain's natural way of mentally healing physical and emotional stresses from the body's conscious state subconsciously," Donny interrupted.
Brandy waited, processing his meaning. Then, she frowned, and said, "It's not just that, Donatello. People are inspired by dreams. They love, create, think...all on the base of dreams. Artists and writers and musicians are dreamers. People who travel the world or chase a goal are dreamers. You are a dreamer."
"Me?"
"You are inspired to learn new things and you constantly study them. At night, you dream about everything you've done and things you may want to study later, and when you wake up, you study on that without knowing your brain foretold it. You dream about being a different person, being better than you are, being something everyone else will understand. Ninety percent of all dreams are forgotten when people wake up, but we, the Dream Singers, are the only ones who can make a movie out of all that you dream."
Donny looked down at the floor, trying to make sense of all that he had heard. It was true. He was always dreaming that he could stick to his word in a situation where someone was taking advantage of him. He was always dreaming that he wasn't so easy to push and shove. He was always dreaming to make something of his scientific studies, to become known for his theories and teach the world something new.
Donny stood up, nodding to Brandy in departure, and left to go to his computer. There were many things he needed to think about.
