Show: TMNT
Rating: T for safety just now
Warnings: Experiments, possible slash (we'll see), possible child abuse to come... (I can see it heading in that direction)
Inspiration: Hey Brother by Avicii
No Flamers!
First TMNT fanfic so be nice!
Chapter two
It had taken him two days for him to recover enough to open his eyes (that was now three weeks ago), the first face he saw was that of a middle aged woman with baby blonde hair smiling down at him. Unsure of what to think he simply lay there allowing her to talk to him, she went over everything that she knew from the man who reunited them to his siblings and to the school that he would be going to. The name of the school rang a bell in his mind though he didn't understand why.
He barely had any time to himself, his Mother, Brother, and Sister came to see him often filling his mind with info about themselves and their family. They would often share their interests with him, his brother (it would seem) was really into the military. He would play war based board and video games, would read nothing but military historical books. It drove him mad! Where was the beauty of stealth? The need for the shadows? For reasons he didn't understand he hated the idea of simply barging in and shooting the enemies, he aimed to sneak in do what he had to do and try to not spill blood if at all possible. He and his brother argued over fighting styles and which was more effective.
His sister, she was more bearable. She would bring him pizza and other treats. Her presence reminded him of someone… he would hear this voice in his mind begging him to return home but how could he when he was supposed to have done that already? Who was the person behind the voice? He snapped back to his sister whom was reading to him, she had noticed his love of Asian culture and aimed to read to him as many historical books on Asia as possible. A theme which seemed to go through this so called family of his. History. His new family seemed obsessed with it! Not that he was complaining when it came to certain types of history.
His Mother would learn recipes from times gone by as far back as the Tudor era and even further back in history than that! She was good, her art in the kitchen was the best that he consciously knew of. She would make him his meals and help to feed him while he was weak. His mother and older brother would take turns to help him with his personal one on one care. His brothers involvement being more personal than his mother such as bathing and toileting. Mainly because it made him uncomfortable for his mother, a woman he barely knew, to do it. His brother, whom he learnt was called Thomas, always seemed willing to help him. Thomas slept in a bed near by his own just in case. His mother and sister were in another room across the hall.
"You ok Leo?" Thomas walked in with their mother, both sandy blonds had dual kindly smiles on their faces as they gave him a glance before turning to Mary (his sister). "is he ok sis?"
"He seems quite daydreamy today Tom…" she started of by saying as she and their mother swapped places. He questioningly looked at the bowl within his mothers hands. The day after he had woken up his mother had tried to feed him turtle soup, something about the idea of eating turtles turned his stomach. He had actually been sick on his mother when they tried to feed him it thinking he was just being picky. Since then his mother had avoided giving him Turtle soup, none of them wished to see him bring up yellow/black bile again!
"No Leo its tomato soup" she said softly showing him the steaming red liquid. She smiled as her youngest visibly relaxed against his bed and allowed her to feed him softly. Her youngest seemed to have a healthy appetite which pleased her greatly though his aversion from the first soup she tried to feed him did make her frown in confusion. Their saviour Gal refused to comment on it and her children were confused. How could they eat it with no bother when the youngest member of their family couldn't stomach the idea, the smell of it.
His two siblings stood at the end of his bed patiently waiting for him to finish before they could pounce and demand his attention again. He could see the impatience in the bounce that his sister was doing, in the tapping of his brothers fingers. His mother patiently went at his speed never going to fast or too slow.
Once the liquid was gone his mother dragged his sister out proclaiming that it was Toms turn to bother him. He gave a choked laugh at his mothers words as the girls vanished from view.
"So bro… you wanting a bath today? I know that you hate feeling grimy…" the slightly older boy spoke. He was eighteen and currently had an intense rivalry with another boy in school apparently. The name of said boy had Leo scratching his head when he first heard since he was convinced that he knew the guy somehow. Casey Jones. Both he and Thomas had been shocked when he had described the other so clearly it was like they were in the same room. Apparently Thomas and Casey had been friends once until an accident occurred which put an end to that. He shook his head smiling softly. "No worries bro… Gal thinks you can come to school with us come Monday" school. The one place he wasn't looking forward to, what grade was he going into again? Oh right he was beginning tenth grade… the only reason that Thomas was going to be in school was because he had been held back a year thanks to Jones.
Aag: Chapter two done, sorry it took so long... hope it was good...