DISCLAIMER: I only own Artemisia and Masaru!
that is all.
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"Have you ever played this game before?" Michelangelo asked Artemisia, throwing her character across the screen.
Artemisia was starting to feel sympathy pain for her little girl in the game and groaned as she hit the floor, "C'mon Mikey, give us a break! I haven't ever played this game!"
The girl in the game scrambled back up to her feet and took an weird fighting stance, the man that served as Mikey's character towered over the girl and stomped all over her. Then the big blue eyes to the girl turned into larger Xs, Art lost her last life in the game.
"MWA HA HA HA HA!" Michelangelo laughed wickedly, then jumped up and did a little victory dance, "I win, uh huh, I win again!" he sang.
Artemisia huffed, tightened her yellow mask, and leaned back into the couch, "Whatever..."
Mikey giggled as he poked Artemisia playfully, "Lighten up, Arty."
Art swatted his hand away with a smile, "This is as happy as I will ever get, Michelangelo..."
"What if you won?" Mikey asked, sitting back down.
"I probably wouldn't get much more excited than I already am..." Artemisia admitted, crossing her arms.
Michelangelo huffed, then he decided mimicking his sister's sitting position might improve the situation somehow, he leaned back, crossed his arms and threw one leg over the other.
Art looked at him with a strange expression, "What the shell are you trying to do, Mikey?"
"Why do girls always sit like this? It's not comfortable or anything!" Michelangelo complained, gesturing to his crossed legs.
His elder sibling shrugged carelessly, "Most women find it... Safer to sit like this, so men don't look up their skirts and junk like that..."
"GROSS! But you're a turtle... You don't wear skirts, do you?" Mikey pointed out.
He earned another shrug, "No, I don't wear skirts... I Guess I just picked it up from the girls in Japan..." she explained.
"That makes more sense..." Mikey undid the sitting style and went back to slouching over on his knees like usual.
When Art didn't reply, Mikey tried to start a new conversation, "So, are you gonna come with us for patrol tonight?"
"Patrol? Oh yeah, patrol... That's up for Leonardo to decide..." Artemisia answered swiftly.
Mikey eyed her suspiciously, "But aren't you older than Leo?"
Artemisia smiled at that, "Just because I'm older than Leo, Mikey, doesn't mean I'm going to take his place as leader. It only means I get to mother hen all four of you and help you train to become better ninja... It's Leo's decision to decide weather it is best for me to tag along, or stay in the lair with master Splinter..."
Michelangelo thought about it for a long moment, "So you don't have a say in it then?"
Artemisia thought for a simple explanation, "I could say something if I wanted to, but one of the reasons I left was to help you all develop as warriors, and because Leo is training to be the leader, I want him to decide what is best for his team, weather it be that I come with you or not, he will get the last word... Understand?"
"You want to help Leo become a better leader? But isn't he already a great leader? That's what master Splinter is always telling him..." Mikey said.
His yellow masked sister sighed, "He obviously has already proven his leadership skills to you and our father, but he has yet to prove himself to me, my expectations for my little brothers are far greater than master Splinter's, I've already figured that out..."
Then Donatello came in and sat next to Mikey, he gave each of them a un-trusting glance before snatching the remote from the floor and then he turned the TV to the news, they watched it for a while, then the screen went blank with the sound still working.
"what the heck?" Donnie asked himself quietly.
Michelangelo looked to his older brother, "What's wrong with the TV, Donnie?"
The purple banded turtle shook his head, "I have no idea what's wrong, Mikey...", getting up and walking to the TV, Donatello threatened to tinker with the television's wires.
Artemisia waited quietly for Donnie to fix whatever was broken in the TV, if it even had anything to do with its inner workings, that is, somehow she felt it was something so much more serious than tech issues.
Raphael stopped into the room and stood over Donatello, "Aw, Donnie, you broke the dang TV again!" he shouted.
"No, Raphael, something happened to the screen and I am simply trying to fix it. So far I can't find anything not functioning properly or out of place, this is very strange..." Donatello explained coolly.
Raph pointed at his sister, "Maybe... Whatever that thing is, has something to do with it..." he suggested.
"RAPH!" Mikey and Donnie both yelled, then they looked to Art, who just looked away from all of them, leaning on the armrest.
Splinter strolled in with Leonardo trailing behind him, "What is going on in here?" demanded the rat.
"Raph just made fun of Art and said she made the TV mess up, sensei." Michelangelo spoke up.
Their master's nose twitched with irritation, "Raphael, come with me." he commanded, beckoning his son to follow him into the dojo, who did.
Once they were out of ear-shot, Leo walked up to his sister, "Art, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." She snapped, blowing hair out of her face.
Mikey looked sympathetic, "Don't worry, Arty, Raphael can be a huge jerk sometimes..." he comforted.
Artemisia huffed out a breath, "As if I didn't know that already." she grumbled.
Leo sighed, deciding to leave her alone, sit down, and wait. As soon as he sat down though, the noises coming from the television ceased and fuzzy static appeared across the monitor.
"I did not do that..." Donnie whispered loud enough for his siblings to hear.
Michelangelo stared at the black and gray designs on the screen for a long moment, earning attention from his sister and two brothers.
"Are you okay, Michelangelo?" Artemisia asked, waving a hand in his face.
He grabbed her wrist and pushed Art's hand away, "Is it just me, or does that sorta look like a sideways dude in the TV?" he questioned, pointing at it.
Donatello stood up and went behind the couch to get a better look at what his little brother was seeing, and everyone tilted their heads to the left as the image flipped.
The man on the screen became a little more clearer and a vivid scar on his face and neck was obvious, the man talked slowly and clearly, " Miss me much, Artemisia?"
"Masaru." Artemisia hissed angrily, sending poisonous chills through her brothers' veins.
Masaru continued, "I can't imagine that you, my dear, have told your pathetic family of mutants our history, now have you?" a twisted grin crossed his face, "Yes, yes, that large rodent you call father and sensei does know the beginning of this long tale..."
Art turned to her purple masked sibling calmly, "Is there anyway you can turn off the TV? Trust me, you do not want to hear this..."
"If I unplug it..." he started, and pulled the plug.
The television went blank for a second, but the man returned, "Nice try, Artemisia, but your brothers will find out what you have done in your past, and I will take back what you have taken from me so many years ago."
Then Splinter returned with Raphael, who seemed like all his energy was sucked out if him.
"Welcome, Splinter and Raphael..." Masaru greeted politely.
Both Splinter, and Raph froze. How would he know they just entered? Donnie started to look around for a camera, microphone, or anything that would allow that man to spy on them, but had no luck. Artemisia growled as her eyes narrowed, her anger was boiling inside her.
"Now, boys... I first met your darling sister when she was-"
Splinter threw his cane at the television, it impaled it and smoke rose to the top of the lair.
"You four do not need to know that story, not yet." Splinter informed.
Michelangelo groaned, "And now we can't watch TV anymore!"
Splinter pulled his robe closer around himself, "You are all still young and innocent, including you, Artemisia, I do not want that man ruining your childhood in this way, or in any other..."
A guilty look washed over Artemisia's face, but it quickly hardened back to anger. Leonardo saw this, but ignored it, looking at the clock on the wall, "We should go for patrol now, it's getting kinda late."
Leo, Mikey, and Donnie started to grab their weapons, Raphael started to reach for his sai, but Splinter stopped him, "You are not going, Raphael, you are grounded, remember?" he said sternly.
Raph sighed, but nodded, "Hai, sensei."
"Riiiight... Art, why don't you come with us?" Leonardo suggested once he realized Raphael couldn't come.
His sister shrugged, "Okay..." she got her weapons and left with her younger brothers.
Once they were gone, Splinter yanked his staff from what once was the TV, "Come help me clean this mess up, Raphael..." he said.
A/N: I messed this thing up somehow... Anyway, sorry this took me FOREVER to write! Feel free to offer ideas and please tell me what you think! :-P