Mikey entered to find the rat meditating as he was before with Leo. Just sitting there in deep concentration. What point was there to doing that? Although the rat looks kind of calm. He always did seem like that. He paused and a thought came to him... he's always been like that...
He walked over and sat in front of him, nothing happened of course. Michelangelo waved a hand hurredly at Splinter's face which made a couple of his wiskers move and yet nada. Well since that didn't work he leaned back upon his hands and looked at the room. It was simple and Asian like. There was a tea set, lots of rocks, bonzia trees, and some guy in a picture frame on a table next to one of the minurature trees. Why did he feel like he knew who that was?
To get a better look he went to it. That was definetly some Chinese, Korean, Hawaiian, something or other Asian dude. He picked it up and a name came to mind. Yoshi. Yoshi? That sounded like a video game character.
"Be very careful with that, my son."
At the sound of Sensei's voice Mikey almost dropped it. Startled he placed it back down gently and turned to look at the rat who was smiling warmly. In a way that gave him the creeps but a fuzzy familiar feeling as well. Fuzzy probably beign the rat and all.
Master Splinter grabbed his walking stick off his lap and got up then moving toward him and the photo.
"That, was my master, Hamato Yoshi. You could say he was your grandfather."
So that's why he got that almost knew who it was memory. Mikey smirked. He had a rat for a father, a human for a grandfather, and his brothers or whatever they were. Life was interesting just then.
"I see you understand. Come. Let us see what the rest are up to."
Aw, but he just came from out there. None the less he followed behind back to the den like area.
"Hmm. Perhaps they are in their rooms." Splinter inquired as he scouted the lair with his eyes briefly. "Do you wish to watch some television instead?"
Mikey shook his head disaproving. That was all he had been doing lately, watching TV.
Conviniently Leo just happened to come back and Mikey's head slumped like an 'aww, him again?' type of expression.
"Well if your so 'enthused' of seeing me maybe we could skip a day and you could go hang out with Don."
That sounded like a better idea, a much better idea. In fact it was so good Mikey went off to search for Donnie himself. Dumb founded Leo and Splinter just stood there and watched him walk away. After a moment of silence Leo looked over at their master.
"I missed something."
"I'm sure you ment well, Leonardo."
"But I didn't do anything wrong."
"Ah..." Splinter stopped to think. He wasn't sure himself. Perhaps he just wanted to spend some time with me. Or possibly he wanted to speak to someone who could understand him. Leonardo can be a little to disciplined at times. He was fine with Raphael yesterday. Michaelangelo could be up so something. He could be aware of new things now that this is a different part of him. One day I will have to allow him outside. I shall have to start his training all over again. This time it might be different for he seems to be more determined than...
"Sensei?"
"Yes?" Splinter was unaware he was still in the den area and didn't finish his thought. His son stared at him a little worried. "...I will let you figure that out on your own."
Quickly he scurried off before Leo could interupt his passage of thought. Now Leonardo saw him go and frankly was confused.
Maybe I should look at this situation through a different perspective. Leo stared long and hard at the floor. What if I didn't remember anything? ...I could fall for anyones lie. I wouldn't be able to tell who was telling the truth. ...I... I would not want to hang out with someone like myself? Wait... if I were to believe anyone we would have to keep a greater look out on Mikey. Oh, no. He could...
Meanwhile...
Michaelangelo encountered Donatello by his work station, tapping away on his computer. Soon enough they began a conversation or whatever Don knew so far. Luckily he sat at his computer and when he didn't understand a word he could type it in and translate it and thusly another reason to love the net.
"Ahora vas a estar conmigo?" (Now you're going to be with me?)
Mikey thought of that for a while. Leo hadn't actually meant for him to come look for Donnie but then again he could get away with it because Leo might think he took it literally. Mikey just then realized... he confused himself. "Pues, si. El en el azul..." (Well, yeah. The one in the blue...)
"...Leonardo." Donatello cut in reminding Mikey of the blue guys' name, although they don't really change in another language, they just sound different.
"...Ah, lo que creas... Leonardo, es bueno y todo pero es loco. Las cosas... malas cosas." (...Ah, what you believe... Leonardo, is good and all but is crazy. The things... bad things.)
Disclaimer: For the sake of readers, and my own, Donatello's and Michaelangelos discussion will be translated to English marked by this ' single line thing.
Don did some quick typing, pressed the enter key, read, and smiled.'Bad things? Like what?'
'Okay. Not just... hard.'
'Well now that you're here I can note your progress. So do you seem to be remembering anything lately?'
'There was this time in the rat's room...'
'...Master Splinter.'
'...What you call him...Sensei? ...And I saw this picture and knew who it was... sort of... that was about it.'
"Hmm. True. It is likely that some scents, events, and images may trigger memories. Interesting."
'What?'
'Nothing.' Don did some more typing and looked back at Mikey. 'I know. Do you have any questions? I'm sure you want to know a lot of things.'
"No." Mikey replied with the ever known word meaning the same thing both languages.
'Really? Why not?'
Mikey shrugged. 'What's the fun in that?'
'Your not making any sense and totally perfect sense at the same time.' He froze. 'Quick. Say something stupid.'
'Huh?'
'Just the first thing that pops into your head.'
'...Oh I got one. Every time I think of food I crave pizza.'
Don sighed in relief. Yes.
'Hey, what's this?' Mikey motioned over to pick up a beaker of liquid.
'Please don't touch.'
'Aww... Hey, are we all related? Any of you my sisters? Would we be considered siblings?'
'Wait, your talking faster than I can...uh...' What was that word again?
Unknowing he just said it in English. "...type..." Standard case of the Spanglish act.
'It's the one in the blue isn't it? Cause if it was we were sleeping in the same bed...' Just then Mikey experienced the largest shivers down his spine that even Don noticed. 'Forget it.'
It took a while for Don to understand what Mikey had just blabbed out but then when he did for some reason his eyes got all watery and he blew up in laughter. He keeled over after running out of breath unexpectidly and lay on the floor gasping for air. Mikey joined not knowing why but it was fun only to have Don do the same again and begin choking. Just then Mikey felt something by his leg and he jumped and ran. Don stopped to look at what scared off Mikey all teary eyed and holding his side to see a slightly agitated Klunk not understanding why Michaelangelo ran. Don burst into joy again and spooked Klunk and poor Donatello passed out from lack of air.
After a couple of seconds of pointless running Mikey stopped and searched to see if Don ran as well, which he didn't. Instead came a little orange cat came to his feet and prayed for affection as it rubbed against his foot. Mikey got the feeling of Christmas all of a sudden and it passed. Odd. Mikey picked up the friendly kitty and patted it while heading back toward the work station.
Shortly he gazed over at that door again, he'd have to find a way to go out sometime, then continued on his way.
A thought came to him then. Why did they have a cat if their father was a giant rodent?
He smirked and walked on.
To be continued...
Author: There. I'm not refering myself as the disclaimer anymore although I still am. I apologize for not updating and this chapter beign so short. My dad got another new computer and it doesn't have Word Processing... just word pad so that means no spell check/ 9r4/4r 1s /3ss3d D, or cool office assistans, I miss the paper clip guy...
As well I have been preoccupied and all that other good stuff you people hate that I do. :)
For this chapter I really wanted to update but in the process I'm not even sure if I was thinking when I typed it out. What do you think? Right now I'm focusing on repairing all the mistakes in my previous chapters. Yes, pitty me for I forget my own native tongue.
One more thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT. :p
