Disclaimer: Don't own it.
My Coldest Adversary
I sit. Calmly, relaxed.
I analyze. Scrutinizing, searching.
I ponder. Thinking, estimating.
You return my questioning gaze silently. You remain passive, unreadable, unreachable. Quite the puzzle you are, my clever friend.
I am ninja. Not easily deterred.
I am a scientist. I won't stop until I have an answer.
I am an engineer. Just what makes you tick?
You are cunning. Sly, penetrating.
You are a formidable foe. Never standing down.
You are quiet…too quiet.
And that's just the problem.
No matter what I do, say, yell, or shout, you remain completely idle. However, my sharp friend, or fiend, if you prefer, I shall not be discouraged. I have become rather frustrated with you over the last couple hours; nevertheless, I will have my answers!
You think you're so smart, don't you? This shouldn't be difficult. This should be completely routine, and yet, here we are…
Are you mocking me? My intellect and my genius should never be challenged. I shall figure out what you're hiding, even if it takes all night.
Yes, you've become a rather heated adversary, quite contrary to your normal cool and collected state.
Don broke out of his fixed stare at his opponent and stood from his chair. "What the heck is wrong with you!" he yelled, certainly flustered.
"Um, Donnie?" came an inquiry from the doorway.
Seething, Donatello turned to face his red clad brother. Through clenched teeth, he grit out, "What is it, Raph?"
Shaking his head, Raphael suggested, "Did you check to see if it was plugged in?"
"Uh…" Donnie let out absently. Facing the lifeless refrigerator, he checked behind the appliance to see if that was the case. And yes, in fact, it was unplugged.
Don plugged the fridge back in, and it began to hum as it regained its cool interior. Looking sheepishly at his feet, "Heh, thanks for the help, Raph."
"Whatever. But Donnie?" asked Raph before he left the kitchen.
"Yeah?"
"I won't say anything to anyone if you don't tell the others about my little…you know…"
"Oh, you mean the…"
"Yup."
"Sure, no problem."
"Right then…none of this ever happened," said Raphael as he exited the kitchen.
Don shook his head and smiled. "Yeah, never happened."
He put away his tools and made for the doorway, but paused in his actions. With one last narrowed glance at the fridge, Donatello whispered, "Until next time — fridge."
A/N: Okay…that was random. But I quite enjoy doing random.
