Mary Sue
Disclaimer: I do not own Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Splinter and Raphael since they belong to Mirage Studios. Venus de Milo however belongs to Saban Entertainment since she is non-canonical. I do own (unfortunately) this Mary Sue.
Author's Note: This story is rated PG-13 for sexual innuendoes and some swearing. I am in no means parodying a single person's work and any similarities are purely coincidental. Some parts of this fic will be written in the style of the Theatre of the Absurd, being mostly based off Samuel Beckett's 'Waiting for Godot' and Eugene Ionesco's 'The Bald Prima Donna/Soprano'. Hence, some parts are meant to aggravate and annoy readers and aren't supposed to make complete sense :P
Chapter One: Nothing To Be Done.
"MONSTER TRUCK RALLY!" Raphael yelled out with an excited tone as he jumped down the ladder that led into the lair.
"What?" Michelangelo asked while looking up from his Gameboy, slightly baffled with Raphael's sudden entrance.
"Shh! Splinter's sleeping!" Leo whispered as he put a finger to his mouth for added emphasis. The annoyed instruction from the turtle leader wasn't enough to dampen Raph's spirits. With a wide grin on his face, Raphael flashed the four, light blue tickets so that everyone in the room could see them. Mike's eyes instantly lit up like a child's on Christmas Day, knowing exactly what they were.
"Monster truck rally tickets!" Mike gasped in surprise, always secretly wanting to attend a show. Donatello stepped away from the computer and, with Venus, moved closer towards Raphael for a closer look.
"How'd you get them?" Donatello wondered.
"I got them off a scalper," Raphael admitted, still smiling.
"Raph! You're not supposed to buy things off them!" Leonardo replied, speaking on Master Splinter's behalf.
"I didn't. He got what he deserved… and I scored monster truck rally tickets in the process!" Raphael recounted what he did within the past hour, still reasonably happy with his efforts.
"I'm going!" Michelangelo blurted out with excitement, suddenly reaching out and grabbing a ticket out of Raph's hand. Don and Leo did the same and studied the light blue pieces of cardboard.
"But these are for tonight!" Donatello exclaimed, realising that they would have to leave within the next ten minutes if they were to make it to the venue on time.
"And what a better way to spend a Friday night watching testosterone-driven violent races with seriously beefed up trucks!" Mike explained and whined hurriedly, itching to jump in the Hummer and leave.
"What about me?" Venus finally opened her mouth to say something about the matter. The boys fell silent, stared at the tickets in their hands, before clutching them to their plastrons protectively. It was Leo who finally spoke.
"What do you mean?" Leo said while clearing his throat, knowing exactly what was wrong. Even he couldn't resist the temptation to spend some time out to see a particularly masculine event. Although it might not have seemed important to some, to the turtles it felt like they were holding tickets to the Super Bowl in their hands, and no mere female was going to wreck their fun.
"Well, there are only four tickets," Venus said, suddenly feeling left out. The four boys continued to stare at her in silence.
"Well… you always said that you wanted a little more freedom," Raphael started to reason.
"Yeah, you wouldn't want to watch giant-wheeled trucks driving dangerously around a muddy and slippery assault course, while trying to beat the clock and avoid crashing into each other. Not to mention the potential gory accidents along with hazardous fires with flames as high pine trees…" Mike rambled on mindlessly, as though he only spoke to convince himself how much he wanted to go, rather than trying to persuade Venus to stay back at the lair. Mike nervously looked at the clock on the wall and noticed that they had to leave in any minute now. His body shook uncontrollably with excitement. He gulped. "I gotta go!" Mike said abruptly, bolting out of the lair. The other turtles stared anxiously after him, knowing that if they didn't hurry it up, Mike would leave without them.
"Think of this as a girls' night out!" Raphael said as he backed towards the ladder. Donatello and Leonardo did the same, putting on their trench coats and fedoras.
"But I'm the only girl!" Venus protested.
"All the more reason to have a night out," Raphael said as he climbed the ladder to exit the lair. Venus didn't move as she heard the Hummer's engine rev up and leave. An eerie silence echoed through the subway lair causing chills to reverberate down Venus' shell. For the first time in months she felt completely alone. There was no yelling from Raphael, no typing noises from Donatello, no chewing from Michelangelo and no grunts of training to be heard from Leonardo. There was a sense of serenity, and nothing else.
Venus continued to stand in one spot, fixated in thought as to what to do for the next couple of hours. She had the whole lair to herself, and her only rule was that she had to stay quiet for Splinter. A wide smile crossed her lips, though it disappeared when she realised that she was already incredibly bored. Nothing came to her mind.
Venus sighed and walked over to the couch, refusing to admit that she missed the boys' annoying antics. With a flick of her wrist she turned on the television via the remote. She rolled her eyes when she realised that one of the guys had left it on one of the adult cable channels. Giving her thumb some exercise, Venus then persisted in speedily flicking through the various channels, stopping only for five seconds on each to see if anything interesting was on.
The female turtle quickly gave up and tossed the remote beside her on the couch. She groaned when she looked at the digital clock on the wall only to find out that five minutes had passed. All of a sudden, the minute number changed from seven to eight. Realising that she had never seen the number change before, Venus then sat and stared at the clock for another whole minute so she could observe it again; truly bored out of her mind.
Venus sighed once again and walked over to Splinter's carriage. With complete silence, she stared at the rat's sleeping form. The turtle wondered if she should wake him, just for the sake of having someone else awake, yet she knew in Master's old age he needed all the rest he could get. Resisting the urge to prod him awake, Venus turned and curiously looked around for something else to do.
Slightly curious, Venus walked into Leonardo's room, feeling more and more comfortable with every step she took. She really liked the blue-wearing turtle, yet she simply never found the time or the right moment to tell him how she truly felt about him. Venus was scared that Leo might reject her because he would be too busy worrying about their enemies for them to start a relationship. Nevertheless, she knew that she ought to tell him sometime soon, even though she had gone through the conversation in her head over a hundred times still not knowing what exactly she should say.
Venus smiled at the male's impeccably clean room and sat on his bed, being careful not to mess and crease the covers too much. She enjoyed being in his room, but unlike other times, she now didn't have to make up a weak excuse to be there. Yet at the same time she kept an ear out for any unusual sounds, knowing that if someone else found her in Leo's room, they would think she was either weird or obsessed. Still bored, Venus curiously looked through the chest of drawers located beside his bed. Her eyes widened in excitement when she found what looked like a personal diary. Although a part of her wanted to respect Leo's privacy, she simply couldn't resist the opportunity to read through her crush's book; wondering if Leo had written about his feelings for her within its pages.
She opened the diary halfway through and read the current page. 'Today I woke up early to practice and enhance my ninjitsu skills in the dojo. I thought my side kicks needed working on, and I discovered that kicking the wall was better than using a punching bag when it came to fixing and attacking with the knife edge position of my foot.' Venus scanned her eyes downward to see if there was anything interesting to be read. She sighed and randomly opened another page of the diary. 'Today I decided to practice with a bo, instead to using my katana. Master Splinter has always told me that I should be prepared for anything, and that means that I should be capable of wielding any weapon in case I don't have a sword available.' Venus sighed again in frustration and flicked to another page to read. 'Move left leg forward in leaning stance. Punch head height with left hand, side-ways fist. Slide right foot up and move into straddle stance. Uppercut with right fist.'
Venus groaned when she realised she was reading step-by-step instructions for a kata. Finding that she was more bored now than when she was before she had read the diary, Venus gave up and replaced the book back in the drawer. She looked at the clock on Leo's bedside table and almost screamed in agony when she found that only another ten minutes had passed. Too bored to leave the bedroom, Venus started to twiddle her thumbs as a distraction.
After figuring out how to twiddle them in nine different ways, Venus finally left the room in search of something less mind numbing. She considered going through Raph's room to see if he had written a diary, but when she observed the piles of trash on his floor, she remembered that Raphael wasn't the type to write down his feelings anyway. Like a lost cause, she then entered Donatello's carriage, only to exit quickly afterwards when she didn't recognise half of the objects that were in there.
Last but not least, she entered Mike's room. Venus covered her nose when she smelt a harrowing odour. Feeling adventurous, she managed to follow the scent. Opening a cupboard towards the back of the room, she gasped when she discovered Michelangelo's hidden stash of junk food; the source of the odour was coming from a rotting ham and cheese sandwich. Having nothing better to do with her time, she bravely picked up and discarded the stinking pile of mess. Venus then sat there in the middle of the room. She checked the nearest clock and sighed when she noticed that only another fifteen minutes had passed.
"I'm so bored!" Venus finally uttered the obvious, really beginning to miss the guys' presence within the lair. "Stupid Raph," Venus muttered to herself. "Go on, have a girl's night out. It'll be fun!" Venus grumped, mimicking Raphael's voice in contempt. Looking around Mike's room, Venus finally came up with an idea. Staring at the stash of junk food, she did what any other girl would do in her situation; pig out.
Grabbing all the chips she could find, Venus returned to the couch in the living room and turned on the television once again. The mind-numbing amount of reality TV shows soon got the better of her, and Venus surrendered to the boredom and fell asleep.
Hours later, the sounds of bustling voices roused Venus from her slumber. Curious, she opened her eyes in time to see all four male turtles descend the ladder into the lair, though there was someone else with them. Venus swiftly got off the couch to allow room for the unconscious mutant being carried tenderly in Raphael's strong arms. Once the new comer's body had been settled, all five turtles stepped back to observe the sight before them.
She was a female mutant turtle with a plastron similar to Venus', yet that was where the likeness ended. She was considerably taller than the Shinobi, with long, slim green legs that looked like they belonged to a goddess. The seventeen-year-old girl had two slender and dainty fingers and a thumb on each hand, looking as though she kept the nails well manicured. Yet her limbs had an aura of strength, since some nicely toned muscles could also be seen.
The teenager breathed deeply in unconsciousness as the other turtles studied her facial features. Long, blonde locks of golden hair framed her feminine face. She had long eyelashes, though her eye colour couldn't be determined yet because her eyes were closed. Her nose, cheeks and lips were free from the scars of battle, unlike the others who had earned a bodily trophy or two from their near escapes. Leonardo raised an eye-ridge at the blue bandanna she wore, and the two katanas she was equipped with; both still strapped to her carapace.
Looking even closer, the new female turtle had a tiny, tiny birthmark below her right eye, just under the third lash from the corner. The hint of a freckle could be faintly seen at the base of her neck on the left side. An insignificant bead of sweat could be found on her forehead while her long blonde hair was intermixed with five single strands of auburn. Single, neat creases of the skin were seen over her knuckles, and the fingernail of her index finger was ever so slightly longer than that of the others.
After three paragraphs worth of description, the male mutant turtles came to the mind-boggling conclusion that this girl was indeed incredibly beautiful. "How did you find her?" Venus finally asked.
"We saw some people fighting in a side alley while we were driving home. When we checked things out, we found this girl instead," Leonardo explained.
"I still don't understand how she doesn't have any wounds or scratches," Donatello murmured with an eye-ridge raised.
"She has hair…" Venus uttered, feeling more and more like a bald female freak.
"She beautiful!" Michelangelo stated the obvious.
"Gorgeous," Raphael, Donatello and Leonardo whispered simultaneously.
"She has hair," Venus stated again, beginning to feel uncomfortable with herself and her status within the team. As if on cue, the new turtle girl woke up and opened her eyes. She took a moment to look at everyone's faces before beaming a perfect smile.
"H-hi," Donatello barely managed to say since he was so overwhelmed with her attractive appearance.
"Hello," the turtle replied while the guys hung onto every syllable she spoke.
"W-what's your name?" Leonardo uttered like a zombie.
"My name's Mary Sue," Mary said with a smooth, flowing voice. The boys' hearts fluttered while Venus remained indifferent, knowing that life was going to change drastically with another female in the lair.
To be continued…