You guys didn't think I was really gonna skip this episode, did you?
I'm strutting down the street next to April, the boys right behind me. I taught them the song I was singing out loud, and they've been singing it without a care in the world. Of course, my Charmander sings it, too. He has the voice of an angel.
He was on my shoulder, whistling a tune. "Mind picking up the pace a little?" I ask, practically twerking my tail in the air. "Are you saying turtles are slow?" Donatello asks. They were hiding in various spots in front of a movie theater. "That's a hurtful stereotype." Michelangelo replies.
"I didn't say you were slow," I said. "Sure sounded like you did." Charmander said. I shoot him a playful glare. "Trust us, April. We are better off keeping a low profile. We find people treat us better when they don't know we exist." Leonardo said to April.
"I may be half-human, but I know you exist, and I'm coping with it perfectly." I say, crossing my arms. "You seem excited." Charmander said. "That's because I am."
I hear a frightening noise. It sounded like a angry meow from a cat, mixed with a dragon roar. I can't have been the only one who heard that. "What the heck was that?" Charmander said.
We run to this noodle place April was taking us. I remember the guy. I think his name was Mr. Murakami. He's blind. Not sure if he remembers my voice. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. We haven't seen each other in years.
I see three people in the distance, as well as a green raccoon tail. They looked like they were beating somebody up! "Who are those creeps?" Donatello asks. "The Purple Dragons. And the green raccoon tail, looks familiar, but I can't put my paw on it." I answer.
"They think they own the streets around here," April adds. Whatever that mutant with a green raccoon tail was, it looked like it was eating something like a wild animal. I could hear growling from the other side of the door.
"So much for not hitting people tonight. Oh well," Raphael answers, cracking his knuckles. We burst into the noodle shop. "Booyakasha!" Michelangelo exclaims.
The green raccoon tail disappears, and the head of a cat appears. It had red eyes, a maroon colored muzzle, a long, yellow stripe running from in between its dark gray ears to the base of its tail. Sweet mother of mutation, I know who this guy is now.
"Whoa, those guys were serious. They really are giant turtles!" One gang member said. The cat mutant licks his chops. "Giant turtles means a full belly for this cat." He growls with a sadistic grin. This guy has an excellent, over-the-top German accent.
"And who might you be?" I asked. "The name is Kirā, the self-proclaimed King of Darkness. I was just simply getting my fair share of food until you and your ragtag group of mutant turtles decided to come here uninvited. Wow, your fur really doesn't age, does it? I would kill for a fur coat. Can't take my eyes off you."
"And I can't take my eyes off you, either, but I don't see you getting anywhere with me." I said in a clever voice. I hear "Ooooooh's" behind me. "How'd that feel, pussycat?" Michelangelo said.
Kirā growls at me. "Get 'em!" Leonardo said. They take on the Purple Dragons, and I'm taking on Kirā. We face each other off. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." I tease. Kirā hisses and lunges. I swift kick him in the stomach, causing him to crash into the leader.
One of the gang members come at me with what looked like a small hammer. I snap it in half and throw him away with my tail. Sharp teeth jab into my shoulder. I fall to the ground as I wrestle with Kirā. Charmander blinds him with Ember.
The Purple Dragons walk out, but Kirā isn't backing down. He's towering over me, claws unsheathed, teeth bared, ready to attack me. But something comes in contact with his head, making a hollow noise. His tongue hangs out as he falls to the floor, unconscious.
"Thanks." I said to Michelangelo. He helps me up. "No problem, dude." He replies. I meet up with Leonardo and Raphael.
"They were beating up a blind guy! There's no enough! Now they'll think we're wimps and we don't have the guts to finish the job." Raphael said angrily. "Oy! Lay off, will you. They're gone now. Isn't that what matters?" I said. "Yeah. Haven't you ever heard of mercy?"
Kirā, coming to, gets up with a groan. He trudges to the door. "You haven't seen the last of me, terrapins." He growls, flying off on his purplish-pink dragon wings. I wave him off. I've beaten him several times before. He said he's the King of Darkness, but he's not too bright.
Whatever you do, don't give him a Dusk Stone. Why? Because it'll increase his powers to unbeatable levels.
"My friends, I'm indebted to you. Please, allow me to make a meal. Free of charge." Murakami said to us. I grin and wag my tail. "I think we can allow that." Raphael said, crossing his arms. "What is your favorite dish?" Murakami asks us. We all smile.
"Pizza!"
"Fish!"
Everyone looks at me weird. I start to feel a bit uncomfortable. "What?" I ask.
...
After an impressive show I just watched, with Murakami slashing ingredients left and right, he was finally done cooking. "Itadakimasu." I said. Everyone looks at me. "You can speak Japanese?" Charmander asks me. I nod. "I can speak any language you throw at me."
"Really?"
Anyway, I dug in. I put one of these dumpling things in my mouth. My tail shoots up. This tastes even better than fish! "Dude, not gonna lie, I could eat this for the rest of my life." I said, straight up amazed.
"I was thinking the exact same thing!" Michelangelo said. I've never been in a restaurant, but I have manners. I resisted the urge to chow down like an animal. I just ate it calmly and politely. I saw Michelangelo take the last of Leonardo's dumplings. I shake my head and sigh.
I give Leonardo what was left on my plate. He smiles at me. "Thanks, but it's yours." He said. "Let's share it, then." I said. I haven't used chopsticks in ages. I'm more than a little rusty. Noticing my struggling, he puts one in my mouth. I grin, happily chewing it as he rubs my head. Raphael groans.
"Is somebody jealous?" I said teasingly. "No!" He barks. I roll my eyes. He's jealous.
...
We're back at the lair, and I'm cleaning myself, the same way a cat does, when I heard loud punching sounds. It was starting to scare me. Leonardo was using the punch dummy. "Whoa, whoa, simmer down, buddy." I said, patting his shoulder.
"He's right. You'd better let him go." Raphael said, teasing Leonardo again. "Hey, that's not what I meant!" I retort. Leonardo holds up a hand to shut me up. "I get it. You're making fun of me for not mercilessly pummeling a helpless man," Leonardo answers. "Yes, I am. You showed weakness. Those guys only understand one language," Raphael explains.
"Chinese?" I ask him, teasing him. "No, furbrain, fists," Raphael said. "Is that so? What country does that language come from?" I ask. "Wh-?" I got him baffled now. I laugh. Getting the point, he groans. "My point is we can't go soft on them!" Raphael replies, annoyed.
"And why not? After all, a wise man once told me that showing mercy isn't soft. It's a sign of true strength." Charmander purrs. "Who told you that?" He asks.
"We did." Kijani and Master Splinter walk over to us from the dojo. "But they're criminals, Marcel. This is war," Raphael answers, clenching his fists. "A Daimyo of the 'in time of peace, never forget the possibility of war," Splinter said. "And in times of war, never forget compassion." I finish.
"I'm guessing that guy lost a lot of wars," Raphael retorts under his breath. I turn to Splinter, and he nods to me. I unsheath my claws and got ready to scratch him. He gasps in fear when my paw is only inches from his face.
"See? Mercy." I said. I playfully pinch his nose, making a "tweak" noise. "Stop that. Okay, compassion is great, but the Purple Dragons and that cat with wings are not going to leave Murakami alone," Raphael explains. "Then we'll track them down and make sure they got the message. Simple as that." I respond, curling my hand into a fist. "Was that meant to sound tough or stupid?" Raphael asks. I let my arm drop and glare at him.
"How are we gonna track someone down when we can't talk to anyone?" Donatello asks. We look at each other. "Okay, I know someone who might be able to help us. His name's Pātonā. Lives in the alleys, out of sight. He normally observes what's going on in the city, whether it's a gang of some sort, or anything."
"What does this Pātonā guy look like? Better question, where would he be now?" Leonardo asks me.
...
"The Purple Dragons, huh?"
We're on a rooftop, talking to a Midnight Form Lyvanroc. Pātonā resembles a slouched, bipedal wolf or werewolf. He has short black fur with white on his lower legs, and a white streak that covers his face, underbelly, and tail. He has pointed, button ears with black tips, three large tufts of fur on each side of his face, a triangular black nose, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. While the sclerae, irises, and pupils of its eye are visible, they all glow a bright yellow and no distinctive colors are visible. A mane of fur covers Pātonā's back and shoulders, sweeping forward over his head to form a crescent moon shape. On either side of his body, just below the shoulders, two small rocks resembling claws poke out of the mane. A single, bigger stone projects out of the front of the mane over his head. Each of his paws have three black claws, and he has a stubby tail covered in long fur. He has a pair of twin tonfas, but he rarely fights with them. "Yes. Have you heard of them?" I ask.
"Boy, have I. I caught them trespassing on my territory. I would've killed them—"
"See? He's on my side." Raphael interrupts Pātonā, who jumps up and slams his fist onto Raphael's head. "Ow! What the heck was that for?"
"Let me finish! As I was saying, I would've killed them, IF I didn't have mercy on them." Pātonā finishes. Leonardo gives Raphael a "told you so" kind of look.
"There was a cat dragon with them. Do you know about him?" I ask. "Kirā? Yeah, I know him. He lives alone, almost never interacts with others. Hates working in groups. Which explains why he doesn't have a partner Pokémon."
"We saw him working with the Purple Dragons." Leonardo said to Pātonā. "Not likely. I should know. We had a little heart to heart one time." He turned his head to reveal a dark red scar on his left eye. "It didn't end well."
"I can see that. Anyway, do you have any idea where the Purple Dragons would be now?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
...
We were on a rooftop near a tattoo place. "Whelp, here we are." Pātonā said. "Can we get tattoos? I want to get one of my face on my face. It'll be like I'm wearing a mask, and the mask is me!" Pātonā and I share confused looks. "Is he usually this naive?" He asks me. "Not gonna lie, yes. But I love him that way." I answer. "I can reason with that." Pātonā said with a grin.
"I wouldn't recommend getting a tattoo, kid." Pātonā said to Michelangelo. "You know, they use needles for that." Donatello said. I cover his mouth. I'm aware that Michelangelo has a phobia of needles. "Okay, shut it. There he is right there." Pātonā said, pointing his tonfa to the leader of the Purple Dragons.
"We saw the gang of turtles and the tiger you were looking for. And we'll tell you where for a price."
We crash inside through the window. "Freeze, dirtbags!" Leonardo orders. Two men walk towards us. Bradford and Xever. Who else? "I see they brought their oversized tabby cat with them. And a wolf armed with weapons."
Pātonā, enraged, spins his tonfas in his hands and points them at Xever. "Watch what you're saying, buddy." He growls. "Yeah? And I see you brought your oversized iguana with you." I retaliate. His Feraligatr growls. But this time, for some reason, Bradford's Machoke wasn't here.
"Oh man, this is awkward, it's Chris Bradford, my ex-friend, and that other guy," Michelangelo said. "The name is Xever. So you don't forget, I'll write it on your shells with these." He said, pulling out identical butterfly knives.
I cooed at him. "You think you can beat them with a pair of razor blades, eh, Xever?" I tease him.
We proceed to fight. I hop off of the Feraligatr's head and in front of Xever, pointing my torch. "I hope you know CPR, because your skills take my breath away," Xever replies. Oh, please. I've heard better from Raphael. "I do. But I also know ninjutsu, and I can rip your lungs out." I said in a clever tone. Charmander purrs.
Xever lunges for me, but I scoot out of the way. His Feraligatr uses Aqua Tail. I block it with my arm and throw him against the wall. Feraligatr gets back up almost immediately, getting ready to use Ice Fang. Charmander, the smart little guy he is, used Flamethrower right in his mouth.
It hisses in pain. I laugh. "How's that for a burning mouth?" I said. "Turtles, Marcel, fall back!" I hear Leonardo said. "Sounds like your master's calling you." Xever teases. I growl and trip him with my tail.
I jump up to the window, waiting for the turtles and Pātonā to show. "We're giving up? Again? Are you kidding me?" Raphael asks in disbelief. "Hey, think of it as a 'let's all live' routine." I answer. We jump out the window. "Hey! Stay and fight, you cold-blooded cowards!" Xever said.
I throw a bright orange and white ball of fire at Xever to shut him up. It spread out as it hit the ground. Feraligatr roars as we escape.
...
"Man, could that fight have been any more embarrassing?" Raphael asks, using the punching bag. I rub the bridge of my nose, growling, and walk up to Raphael. "Ever heard of fighting smarts? They have Xever and Bradford on their side. You guys barely beat those guys last time."
"Yeah, because they're willing to fight to the finish. The only way to beat them is to be just as ruthless as they are."
"If that's what you think, why don't you go after them yourself?" I ask him.
"Good idea. You can show them how ruthless you are."
"Fine by me."
I walk out of the lair, my trusty Charmander on my shoulder. I'll show him ruthless. I'll show them all!
...
I'm up at the surface, on my way to Murakami. I stop when I see that somebody's beating him up. I draw my torch and slowly walk closer. I stop again when I see Xever beating up Murakami. He turns to me. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the oversized tabby cat, coming to save this poor old sap," He said to me. I position my torch in front of me, the silence tense.
I run for him, roaring. I'm not even close to him when a white paw knocks me over. I look up and see Kirā hovering over me. "Allow me to take care of him." He snarls. I get back up, and the two of us engage in a cat fight, scratching at each other.
Obviously, he waits until I'm weak to pick me up. If you want somebody who has no mercy, keep an eye out for Kirā. Don't ask me why, but there's nothing he loves more than bloody and gorey imagery. It gives me the creeps. Talk about bloodthirsty. He watched enough horror movies.
...
I'm covered in scratch marks from head to toe. At least he didn't claw my eyes out. Or scuff my helmet too much. The turtles, and Pātonā, were holding a trash can, with something alive inside. Kirā was holding me above the battle scene. The trash can opens to reveal Bradford. How did they do that?
"Tell us where Marcel is and we'll let your friend go." Leonardo said. Uh, okay. As far as I'm concerned, Bradford and Xever don't get along very well. "He's not my friend," Xever said with a laugh. "And I don't know where the oversized tabby cat is," He adds.
I bite Kirā's arm, causing him to let go with a hiss of pain. I land on the rooftop with a thud, barely able to move. "Marcel!" The boys exclaim in worried tones. I stagger as I try to stand up, but my legs gave out. Kirā lands next to me, a sadistic look on his face.
"Stay away from him," Pātonā growls, reaching for his tonfas. "Oh, I will. If..." Kirā said, grabbing me in a chokehold. "If what?" Raphael asks, growing hostile. "If you fetch me a Dusk Stone." My eyes widen as I thrash about, trying to escape his death grip. But to no avail.
"We don't have a Dusk Stone," Leonardo said. "And even if we did, we wouldn't hand it over." Pātonā adds. "Oh, well, you know, that really is too bad." Kirā said, his claws piercing through the sensitive skin on my neck. "No!" Pātonā shouts. Pātonā rams herself into Kirā. I'm freed.
"Are you okay?" He asked me. Still awestruck, I nodded. "Don't worry. I'll take care of him for you. Go help your friends." I snap out of my dazing and fight the black ninjas from before. "You're okay!" Raphael exclaims, throwing his arms around me. I return his hug. "I'm sorry I challenged you." He apologizes, pulling away. "It's okay." I grin, putting a paw on his shoulder. My eyes widen when one of the black ninjas try to attack Raphael from behind. I punch it in the face, knocking it out.
I'm decimating these black ninjas left and right! I stopped to see Donatello and Michelangelo share a fist-bump. The bond those two have. I can see Leonardo's katana blade close to Fong. I gave him a thumbs up. I'll take that as a thank you. "Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time to cut these turtles to little pieces," Xever said. I'm on a water tower. "I don't think so!" I call out as I break down the water tower. Bradford and Xever are washed away. Wait, where's Murakami?
Michelangelo runs to the edge of the building and catches him with his nunchuck. I sigh in relief. He's okay...
We're back at Murakami's again. "Accept this token of my gratitude. Pizza gyoza," He said, handing us a bag. I can smell it already! So can Cyrus. Her tail starts wagging. "Thank you, Murakami-san," Donatello said, taking the bag. "You're welcome, turtle-san," Murakami said. Wait a second... "How'd you...?" I ask. "I do have other senses. Touch, smell," I take a quick sniff in the air. Michelangelo.
He's got a point there.
"Marcel-san, I can sense you are a tiger, but I can also tell you have a kind heart." I flap my ears at the compliment. One of the things people can infer just by looking at me. "So you don't think we're weird or scary?" Leonardo asks him. "You saved my life. Who am I to complain?" Murakami said. Michelangelo hugs him. "Aww." Cyrus coos.
"If you were a mutant, I would have said something similar." I tell her. "Really?" She asks. I nod. Just because we just met, that doesn't mean I can't be nice to her. Too nice? Maybe. I'll admit.
She rubs her head against my shoulder, and that same heated feeling from before inside of me. Nope. Can't start falling in love with her yet. We just met. Gotta wait.
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I'm watching TV with Pātonā. Donatello finally got April to try some of that pizza gyoza. Good effort, dude. "You showed strength today," Splinter explains to us. "Yeah, but we almost got beaten," Raphael retorts. "That strength was mercy. That is why the Purple Dragon helped you,"
Is that so? "Excuse me for one second." I said to Pātonā. "Don't mind little ol' me." He said. I slowly walk up to Raphael with a smirk on my face. "Well. Say it." Leonardo and I said at the same time. "Okay, okay. You guys were right." Raphael said. "See? Was that so—?" I was interrupted when Raphael said, "Your wimpiness might not be totally useless."
I give him a mock offensive look. "Oh-ho! We'll show you who's wimpy!" Leonardo said. "No mercy!" I said as Leonardo and I tackle Raphael down. I can hear Pātonā giggling. Overall, today was great.
I saw an old friend, but now, we have some new baddies to deal with. No matter. We can take them.
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Pātonā makes his first major appearance. His weapon of choice might change from twin tonfas, to the mace, to, whatever. His signature weapon varies from the tonfas to a spear. He's voiced by one of my favorite singers, Avril Lavigne.
Kirā's name means killer in Japanese. He's voiced by my favorite German actor, Flula Borg.