One Turtle's Trash
Disclaimer- I do not own TMNT or any of the characters therein. Some VERY rich dude does.
Rating - Mature Audiences
Story Warnings- Emotional distress, Swearing, Brotherly affection, Tcest, Sexual innuendoes, Sorcery (Don't like these topics? Do not read.)
Pairings -Leo & Raph, Donnie & Mikey, Implied OT4 (Don't like? Do not read.)
Universe- 2007
Ages- All turtles are 21 years of age (I made them this age to account for time passage in the series storyline.)
Story credits - None
Summary- The brothers go on a supply run to the junkyard. What they find proves looks can be deceiving, then again, maybe not so deceiving after all.
One Turtle's Trash
The spirit gnome dove for the open chest, burying himself as well as he possibly could under the shards of the broken gnomes.
Leo had a look of pure terror on his face, images of their human friends being emotionally and mentally tortured to the point of suicide ran through his mind.
"We also picked up some wings, beer, chips with dip, cheeseburgers, ice cream, cookies. Oh, some salad for Leo," Casey carefully maneuvered his food laden self through the door. "We even had time to stop by and..."
The door flew back, as if trying to close, hitting Casey in the shoulder.
"Hey, what gives? Your door need new hinges or something?" Casey bumped the door back open with his hip.
The door barely made it halfway to the wall before swinging closed again with twice as much force as before.
Casey had just enough time to get his grocery bag laden arm up to stop his head from slamming into the door facing. More than a little irritated, Casey butt checked the door, throwing it back open.
"Guys, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mikey asked, watching the ongoing battle between human and door.
"Mh-hm."
"It's a sound theory."
"Why would the oni be near the door?" Leo mused. "We're over here."
"Escape!" the spirit hissed from inside the chest. "If one remains free, the chest cannot be resealed. The oni would be able to continually escape. Gotta catch 'em all," the gnome sang the Pokémon catch phrase. "Or it doesn't work."
"T'in's are about ta get real interestin', bros," Raph nodded towards Casey and the ongoing door battle. "I'd say one more ass check, and he's gonna blow a gasket."
Then it happened. The door hit Casey in the rear yet again.
Having had enough, Casey decided to bring a quick end to the spring loaded door battle. He stepped inside, and using his body as a stop, held the door open for April to enter.
April quickly scooted through, not wanting to get hit by the swinging door, and possibly ruining the pizzas. No one, not even Mikey liked having to scrape the cheese off the box.
Once April was through, Casey cautiously moved back from the door. It stayed put, making no move to hit him whatsoever. The raven haired hockey player relaxed, thinking he had won.
He hadn't.
Casey was caught completely unaware when the door slammed into him.
Neither human heard the nasty snort when the door hit, but their mutant friends did.
When the door slammed into him, the impact to Casey wasn't as bad as it could have been. The human's body was cushioned on both sides by the bags of groceries he carried. Instead of being thankful, which the turtles had expected, Casey was furious.
"Oh no! It damn well better not have!" Casey glowered, rummaging through a bag. "Dammit!" He pulled out a silver wrapped something smashed nearly flat. Bits of chocolate cake fell from the ripped and torn silver foil. "That damn door smashed my Ding Dong!"
"That must have hurt," Mikey mumbled.
Raph snickered.
"All the white stuff got smooshed out!" Casey continued to rant.
Leo couldn't help snorting.
"Damn door!" Casey braced his back on the opposite side facing, and raised his foot. "I wanted to lick the white stuff out myself!"
Even Master Splinter chuckled on that one.
Casey put ever bit of disappointed anger into his kick. The door slammed into the wall with enough force to send it flying back at Casey. This time the human was prepared. He kicked the door again with equal fervor several times over until he heard the sound of something shattering and clattering to the floor.
"Score!" whispered the spirit gnome from inside the chest.
"Sheesh, guys," Casey grinned sheepishly. "I didn't mean to break anything. I guess I let my temper get the better of me... Again."
Donnie walked over and gently pulled Casey inside before closing and locking the door. "It's orange capped," the genius announced. "We got them all."
"Got what, guys?" April asked, looking slightly confused.
"Go downstairs, April. You and Casey set things up for dinner," Leo smiled. "We need a few minutes to clean up." A frowning Raph waved his very swollen finger at the leaf green turtle. Leo tipped his head in the emerald turtle's direction. "And to tend to injuries." That earned him a rare Raph grin. "Then we'll be down."
"Oh... Okay, then..." April looked even more confused.
Casey just looked forlornly at his ruined Ding Dong.
"I shall accompany you, April," Master Splinter patted her on the back. "I shall begin our tale. And it is a doozie!"
Once the humans were safely out of earshot, Leo righted the chest, kneeling beside it.
"Thank you, for all your help," the leader said to the single surviving gnome.
"You're welcome," the spirit grinned back. "It was the most fun I've had in a long time."
"I hate to do it, but we have to seal the chest back."
The gnome shrugged. "That's fine. Just don't forget the cloths. All the pieces will sort of stick together, so sweeping them up shouldn't be to hard for you."
Leo wasn't one hundred percent sure, but it sounded a little as if the gnome had just insulted him, and his brothers. Either way, he wasn't going to worry about it. There were friends, stroganoff, and pizza waiting, and he could use a little relaxation.
"That didn't last long! Now what do we do?" The blue capped gnome sat crossed legged on the bottom of the chest, chin on fist, glaring.
"I have a suggestion," the green capped gnome giggled behind his hands.
"It's about time! You haven't had a suggestion in four centuries!" growled one of the purple capped gnomes.
"He hasn't," Agreed the blue capped gnome. "But you have to admit, his last suggestion was damned fun!"
"Okay, what is it?"
"While I was in the purple turtle's lab, I managed to access his computers."
the spirit gnome grinned. "They have enemies, right here in this very city!""So?""They're ninjas too!""What are we waiting for?" the orange capped gnome rubbed his hands together expectantly. "Let's get going!"
The evening was loads of fun for everyone. Mikey's stroganoff was a big hit. And the turtle brothers enjoyed recounting their tale almost as much as their friends enjoyed hearing it. Before anyone knew it, the hour had grown late, and as with all things good or bad, the fun had to end.
The four brothers saw their friends to the door, thanking them once again for dinner, and the unexpected assist. Donnie closed the door after April and Casey had left, once again securing the locks.
Leo glanced around the garage, feeling more and more uneasy by the second as he failed to find what he was searching for. "Guys, where's the chest?"
The other three looked around, also finding no sign of the chest or the gnomes within.
"Maybe dey went back ta da junkyard?"
"How," Mikey demanded. "That chest didn't have wheels."
"Magic, knucklehead," Raph picked up a bent shuriken from a worktable, tossing it at his baby brother. "Woulda thought dat was obvious."
"Whatever the means, it's not here NOW. We can't have something with that kind of destructive potential just lying around the city," Donnie looked around again, half hoping the chest would magically appear.
"Chill dudes," Mikey grinned. "It's cool! Remember what that little spirit guy said? The lock can only be opened by a descendant of the original warrior," Mikey pointed both thumbs at himself. "Which is us! OR by reading the inscription on the lock, which no one in this day and age can do."
Leo sighed. "Mikey's right..."
"Dat's a first, Raph smirked.
"HEY!" Mikey glared at his brawler brother.
"I'll talk to Sensei about it," Leo continued, ignoring his brother's squabbling. "If he can't pick up on their energies, I'm not going to worry about it."
Donnie looked at Raph, eyes wide. Leo not worry? That was a first.
Leo caught the shared look between the two middle brothers. "Like I said, Mikey's right. What harm could they possibly do?"
Karai sat on her throne glowering as two soldiers carried a chest between them, setting it at the Foot leader's feet.
"What is inside?!" she demanded of the four Elite ninja standing beside her.
"We cannot penetrate the sealing magics surrounding the box, Majesty."
"Can you open it?"
"Yes, Majesty. The seals are made of common spells. Very easily opened."
"Then do so!" Karai shifted in her seat. "I wish to see what gift Hun and his Purple Dragon filth deem worthy of me."
"Yes, Majesty!"
Unknown to Karai, or her sorcerers, two of the ceramic figures inside the box grinned at one another.
"This is going to be so much fun!"
"Yep! It is! But next time, I want to be the blue one," the little figure reached up straightening the purple bandana tied around his eyes. "You're more suited to being orange."
Thanks for reading.