I'm back, and I live. (Managed to snag the Computer for a bit, and I promised to update when I could, so here goes.) Also, I have no idea when I'll get another lucky break. VBS this week, and after that... A very busy life.
Rated T for: Violence, possible Launguge, and what-not. (All in it's proper place.)
Insperation: Brothers, pain in the neck when they're around, pain in the heart when they're gone.
Thanks to: PainterofSorrows, and Pretender Fanatic. Thanks ya'll!
Comments to fellow TMNT fans: If I messed up personalities here, speak up about it. (I've been known to do wierd stuff, and not catch it.)
Blame: Rob, you totally corrupted me. Now I love Family Force Five, and stuck it in here with Mikey. Course, part of that goes to The Megalamoose... But you come first!
'Hold on, Wait a minute, Put a little Love in it!'
Two brown eyes fluttered open at the loud, deafening music.
'Yah, Doctor, Doctor, I've got an emergency! It seems I'm head over heels, a case of L-O-V-E!'
The blinked twice, trying to register the high volume sounds. Didn't his brother have a CD of Family Force Five? Wasn't that who was singing?
Leonardo sat up, and groaned. 'It's too early for this...' He thought, running a three-fingered hand over his green face.
He heaved himself off of the bed, and padded over to his door. No mistake, his youngest brother was at it again.
With a loud sigh, Leonardo pushed the giant metal door open. It was way too early for this. He walked out, shutting the door behind him. With great effort from his sleepy and sore body, he walked over to the railing, which overlooked the living room.
True to his prediction, his younger brother was dancing next to the giant stereo system their third brother had worked on.
The system had been ampped for ultimate sound, of which, Mikey was taking full advantage.
Leo gave another groan, and jumped over the railing, landing gracefully on his two-toed feet. His younger brother spotted, him, and waved a big grin on his face. He had no idea just how bad he was in.
"Mikey!" The older brother shouted over the noise. "Turn that off!"
The younger brother frowned. "No way!" He shot back, and out of spite, he cranked it up.
'I'm what they call a Love Addict!'
Two more unhappy faces peered out from their respective rooms. The other two were quicker to come out.
The first seemed annoyed, but that was nothing. The second was irate.
"Mikey, if you don't turn that off," The second brother warned. "I'm going to trash your CD, and DVD collection!"
The only acknowledgement the second turtle received was his younger brother further turning up the already insanely loud music.
'Cause I just can't get eno-' the sound was abruptly cut off, making Mikey pause, mid-dance. He was standing awkwardly one leg, with the other bent behind him. Both arms were in the air cocked to the left.
"Hey!" He whined, turning around to check the stereo.
"Michelangelo!" His Sensei's whisper of a voice sounded off, irritated.
All heads turned to face their master. He stood one hand on his hip, the other holding up a plug. The youngest brother winced.
"Yes Sensei?" He asked quietly, shuffling his feet.
Wordlessly, Splinter pulled out a pair of headphones. "Use these, and let your brothers, and I sleep."
Mikey gave a small nod. "Yes sensei..."
Leo smiled in relief. Big families really weren't too bad, but sometimes, (Such as now) it was rather annoying. Although, his was stranger than most.
He couldn't help reminiscing as he plopped onto the couch lazily. A family of four turtles, and their rat father. It sounded like something from one of Mikey's comic books. Especially just how it all happened. Not that it mattered now. He shook of the strange negativistic.
"Thinki'n deep thoughts there, fearless leader?" Raphael asked, flopping next to him.
Leo turned to his brother, the second oldest of the bunch. He was the bulky one of the family, with broad, strong muscles, heavily defined under his dark green skin. His red ninja mask came around his face, with only two slits for his dark brown eyes.
"Just wondering where the foot are." He sighed, sitting up some. "It's like their waiting for something to happen or-"
"Ah, who cares about the foot?" Mikey interrupted, tossing the headphones aside. He was the youngest, with a light green skin. He was slimmer than the other four, although, he was faster, and had more stamina than the others. A bright orange bandanna was tied around his head, his big blue eyes standing out.
He picked up an old, tapped up remote, and hit a large red button on it. With a devilish grin, he added: "Maybe there'll be some CSI Re-runs!"
The TV monitor blinked into life, as three loud groans sounded off. Donny, the third brother could handle most SCI, but Re-runs were not something he enjoyed. In fact, the smaller, brownish colored turtle despised the re-runs he was subjected to on a regular basis. He sighed, and placed a three fingered hand over his face, hiding his soft brown eyes, and purple colored bandanna.
As the TV flicked on, and noise came from the speakers, the familiar face of Dateline news, Tom Brokave came on.
"It is a sad bit of news that makes tonight's headlines, with the disappearance of a young man, named Lee Connrad, local of Louisiana."
Leo's interest picked up at the opening sentence. "Hang up a sec Mike." He said, sitting up some.
The image on the screen flicked to a short woman in her late thirties, her bright green eyes red with tears, and most of her make-up washed away. Her short blond hair was fixed with the utmost care, Leo noted, as she began to pour out her heart-felt story. Next to her, was a man, close to her age, with brown hair that curled around his head neatly. A pair of glasses rested on his nose, highlighting his hazel eyes. He rested a comforting arm around his wife's shoulder
"My son," She choked. "Has been taken from our family...I-I-I can't think of anybody who'd try to hurt him-" She broke off in confused sobs.
The image disappeared, and a blurry image of a tape recorder went on, with a dialogue box.
"I spoke with Lee's Sisters, neither of whom wanted to be shown." Tom's voice stated, as a fuzzy sound signaled the start of the recording.
"Lee's other siblings declined any comment."
"How do you feel about your brother's disappearance?" A reporter's voice asked.
"How would you feel if someone you had lived with for years, had laughed with, eaten with, caused pandemonium with, played with, and loved, just up and went missing with no trace?!" The voice was a young female, with a tightened, and angry undertone.
"I just can't..." The voice cracked with despair. "I can't do this!"
Another crackle.
"It seems as if he was well-liked," Tom Brokave said, walking onto the screen. "Yet, no one knows where he went."
The screen changed to a young man with a shaved head, glancing nervously at a reporter sitting directly across from him.
"Dan, Lee's roommate at the barracks told us what information he could, and brought up a crucial piece of evidence."
"I was just talking to him, playing card like we like to do, when I asked him if he wanted to go catch a movie Friday."
"And what did he say to that?" The reporter asked, posing so as to appear contemplative.
"He told me he couldn't. Said he had something he had to do. So I asked about Saturday."
"And he told you something pretty disturbing, didn't he?" The reported drilled.
"He said if he came back after Friday night, it'd be something just short of a miracle." The roommate replied, casting his brown eyes to the floor. "I figured he had a date with some squalling woman or something like that..."
"You never thought that he might be in trouble." The reporter stated.
"No," The screen zoomed in on his face. "Never."
"You've got to be kidding me..." Mikey whined. "CSI is on, and we're watching dateline?"
The younger turtle was promptly hit on the shoulder by Raph, and had two pillows thrown at him by Donny.
"Zip it!" Raph growled, and turned his attention back to the TV. The orange Bandanna turtle crossed his arms, poked out his lower lip, and sat down roughly at the foot of the couch.
The story had turned to the police, who all stated it was the strangest thing that they had seen in years.
"Is there any sort of clue to this case?" Tom asked a Police officer.
"We only have a rather cryptic clue to this case, right now." He replied. "Aside from the statement the roommate gave, we have a letter of sorts."
"And what does this letter entail?" The reporter asked, skillfully.
"Nothing I can release at this time, other than an image we think is a street gang sign." A picture of a large red foot came on screen.
The air around the brothers went cold. They stared at the TV in silent shock. It went off-screen, letting the image of the missing man's mother, and father with the reporter reappear.
"Do you know anything about that image?" He asked.
"No." The mother shook her head. "None of us do. We just want Lee home." Fresh tears made trails down her face.
The screen went back to Ann Curring, who stood behind a desk. "If you have any information on the disappearance of Lee Connrad, contact the authorities immediately."
Leo clicked the red button on the remote, causing the screen to blink black. The entire lair was cast into a dangerous stillness. Leo didn't move, going over all the details he had gleaned from the report.
"Well?" Mikey asked, looking up.
Donny shook his head. "Beats me. It's a good question though. What would the foot have to do with this?"
"Sounds like noth'n good if you ask me." Raph stated, his thick Brooklyn accent coming into play. "But I'll bet you anything that the shredder's got his nasty mug in it."
"Agreed." Leo nodded. "Which means this could get ugly."
The turtle brothers glanced from one to another. Mikey gave a wide grin. "Time for a night-time patrol?"
Leonardo heaved a sigh. With a heavy nod of his head, Leo consented. Michelangelo jumped and let out a wild hoot.
"I call Shot-Gun!"
Well, that's it. Turtles are in, Lee's been put on Dateline, Mikey's got Shot-Gun... My work is done.
(P.S.) I was too lazy to look up how to spell the Ann Curring, and Tom Brokave's last names. If I missspelled them, speak up please.