A/N: Hello again! Here is the first official chapter in the story. Sorry it took so long. I was going to have it up the next day, but I reread it, at it was really bad, so I completely rewrote it. I'd like to warn you in advance that if you find any typos, that you can blame them on the Canadian winters. I can't feel my fingers, but I'm writing this anyway, just for you guys. Don't you feel warm and fuzzy inside?
Special thanks to those who reviewed my first chapter. That was honestly a lot more then I expected. Thanks so much!. Don't worry, the intro doesn't make much sense yet, but it ties in with the story later on.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Not unless Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny all work together to make my wildest dreams come true.
Chapter 1
A young turtle sat alone in his room. He had reached the crucial point in one of his many experiments. He wiped away the beads of sweat that had gathered above his bandana before they drenched it. He had found over the years that the purple colored material irritated his skin when damp, and he needed to be free of distractions when infusing these chemicals. One slip, and all people within a 1 mile radius would be able to experience the sensation of flight. The flight itself may be enjoyable, he thought grimly, but the landing may be a little rough.
He tried to push that type of thought from his mind, and drew a shaky, calming breath. He reached for a small vial filled with a bright yellow colored liquid. He held it over a vial of dull blue liquid, and swirled it around. He slowly tipped the vial, watching as the solution made its way closer and closer to the rim. He concentrated with every fibre of his being, knowing that it was essential to apply only the exact dose and not a drop more. Almost there... Steady now...
BAM BAM BAM
Donatello jumped, accidentally letting go of the container that he had been holding. Luckily for that one mile radius, his lightening fast reflexes allowed his to catch the bottle before it spilled. He silently thanked whichever deity was responsible for keeping the chemicals where they belonged, and slowly released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.
"What?"he snapped at the still closed door. It opened slowly, and a green face peeked in at him, wearing an orange mask and a cheesy grin.
"Hey Donny."
"What do you want Mikey?" he snarled, a little sharper then he meant to. The grin disappeared, replaced by a look of hurt. Donny immediately regretted his words. He shook his head. His youngest brother, Michelangelo, had perfected the infamous puppy dog eyes, making it nearly impossible for anyone to stay mad at him for long. God knows he's had enough chances to practice. He was forever getting himself in trouble for all of his joking and his pranks. He sighed, and looked back at his fun loving brother.
"What do you need Mikey?" He said again, but softer this time. Mikey grinned again, and bounced over to his brothers desk.
"What'cha doing Donny?" He picked up the yellow vial and shook it violently. Donny quickly snatched the bottle away.
"An experiment."
"What's it about?"
"I'd explain it to you, but chances are you won't have any idea what I'm talking about, and I'll just be wasting my breath."
"Yeah, that's a good point. Can I watch?"
"I don't know Mikey, it's a very delicate process and..."
"Oh pleeeease Donny? I'll be so quiet you won't even know I'm here! Don't make me go back out there! Raph watching some boring football game and Leo's still training. I'm soooo bored!" Mikey turned the puppy dog eyes up to full power, and looked at his older brother expectantly. Donny sighed again. Mikey was incapable of entertaining himself. He occupied his time by pulling pranks on others, doing things with others, or just talking with others. Since his other two brothers had obviously already turned Mikey down, there was no one else for him to pass him off to.
"Fine Mikey, but you have to be absolutely silent, and don't touch anything!" Mikey grinned once more, and flopped onto Donny's bed, laying on his stomach with his face right by the desk. He appeared genuinely intrigued, but Donny knew better. Mikey's attention span was greater only to that of a goldfish. Donny stretched his arms high above his head. Sitting at this desk for so long had begun to painfully stiffen his joints. After hearing a loud cracking sound emanating from his spine, he picked up the yellow vial once more, and prepared to administer the proper dose.
The liquid reached the rim of the bottle and stopped, poised on the edge, a single drop growing larger and larger, it's weight increasing little by little as it stretched closer and closer to the rippling surface below. This is it, here goes nothing...
CRASH
"Mikey!"
"What?"
"I told you not to touch anything!"
"I didn't! Honest!" Donny looked over. Surprisingly, Mikey was indeed still laying on his bed in the same position as a few minutes ago.
"Oh, well then what was that crash?"
"Dunno, came from outside. Guess we should go see, huh?"
"Yeah, I suppose. You go ahead, I'll be right out. I just have to put this stuff away."
"Sure Donny. You don't need any help do you?"
"NO! I mean, that's fine Mikey, I can handle it." Mikey handling chemicals. There's a disaster waiting to happen.
"Okay bro. See ya in a few."
"Right."
Mikey practically ran out the door, slamming the door behind him. The slamming door jarred the chemical bottles, and Donny settled them quickly, preventing a massive explosion for the third time that evening. He carefully placed the chemicals back into their airtight containers and put them in his cupboard. This experiment would have to wait for another day. After that many close calls, he didn't think his nerves could handle it.
He put away the last of his supplies, and walked out into the living room. After a quick glance, he had pretty much summed up the extent of the damage. Mikey had told him that Raph was watching some football game, and by the looks of the sai sticking out of the T.V. screen, he was guessing that Raph's team had lost. Mikey was hugging the T.V. screen, looking close to tears. Raph stood by, arms crossed over his plastron, a murderous gleam in his eyes. Their sensei was there too, speaking sternly to Raphael, while trying to comfort Michelangelo at the same time.
"... have told you this many times Raphael. You must learn to control your temper. Taking your anger out on material objects may be preferable to attacking your brothers, but from now on I would prefer you making sure that the object is sturdy enough to take your abuse."
"Aw, come on sensei! It's not a big deal, Donny could fix that in five minutes tops."
Master Splinter, who was for the most part a very kind and exceedingly wise rat, could be very strict when dealing with his four sons. At the moment, his patience was wearing thin. He always kept calm and emotionless when dealing out punishments, but at this point, he was getting rather tired of Raphaels attitude. His whiskers bristled in anger, and his tail twitched slightly.
"It is not the television I am worried about, but rather the principle behind your actions. Your temper is becoming too difficult to deal with and if you do not make an attempt to repress these outbursts I may be forced to give you a much more severe punishment then simply restricting your television privileges!" With each syllable Splinter's tone was lounder and angrier, until fury was radiating from his body.
All four of his sons stopped and stared for a minute, and Raphael's jaw hung open, unable to believe that his sensei was getting so upset over something that he thought was so insignificant. Splinter took a deep breath, and then returned to his normal, calm state.
"I will be in my room for a while. I need to reflect on some of the days events. Please try to remain civil to each other while I am gone."
With that, Splinter swept into his room, and it took a few minutes before any of the young mutants could get over the shock of what had just happened. Raphael was the first to break away from the spell, and disappeared into his room for a minute, only to return a few minutes later carrying a trench coat and fedora. He made his way towards the door, when a figure wearing a blue mask stepped into his path.
"Move Leo."
"Where are you going Raph?"
"Out. Now move."
"You can't go anywhere."
"You can't tell me what I can and can't do Leo. Now get out of my way."
"Didn't you listen to Master Splinter? He was angry enough to yell at you! Don't you think it would be better to stay here and stop breaking every rule you can?"
"Splinter didn't say nothing about going topside 'Fearless Leader', and I don't need you saying it for him. I'm not going to ask you to move again." Raph spoke through gritted teeth and was clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. Donny seriously considered just going back into his room. He could tell this was not going to end well. As if on cue, Raph moved towards Leo and took a swing at him, one that Leo easily blocked.
"C'mon Raph, just calm down. Is it really that big a deal to just stay here for just one night?"
"It is when I have to stay here with you!" Raph continued to launch punches in Leo's direction, most of which Leo blocked, but one or two found their targets. Donny watched this display, shaking his head sadly. Raph and Leo's fights were becoming a daily thing, and he was getting quite tired of it. It gave him a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach to think about how it was driving the family apart. Something was going to happen one of these days, and they would both regret all their squabbles. He just hoped that day was far, far away.
A/N: Well, there you go. I tried to make this chapter longer then the last one. How do you people write such long chapters all the time? Anyway, expect another chapter very soon. Chapter 2 is almost completely done. Oh by the way, PLEASE REVIEW!
