Hey everyone! It's an update!
Well, let's see what happened to the younger turtles.
I don't own TMNT. But I am the proud owner of a giant Michelangelo floor puzzle, 5 awesome action figures and three packs of TMNT trading cards.
April rushed to the window and looked across at the next building to see a group of Foot soldiers, but when they spotted her, they turned and fled. She closed and locked the window again before turning back to find the Foot ninja slumped against the wall, his neck bent at the wrong angle. She glanced up at Leo and took a step back from the furious look on his face, her own green eyes wide with fear. His gaze met her eyes for a brief moment before he growled while April tried to avoid looking directly at him by scanning the room.
What would they do?
Did the Foot take the others?
Could they get them back?
What would Leo do?
Just then, they heard the sound of something miniscule being shoved against the carpet. They turned their eyes to the sound and saw random pieces of paper being shoved out from under the closet door. The blue masked turtle rushed to it and threw the door open. He found his little brothers bound with rope inside, their mouths muzzled with strands of cloth. Donny and Mikey were against the far wall while Raph was in front of the door and although his hands were bound he had them on top of an empty manila folder, looking like he was about to push it out from under the door.
Before the young tots' eyes could adjust to sudden bright light of the bedroom they found their hands were suddenly unbound and the cloths that had been tied around their mouths to muzzle them had been cut away. Of course, as soon as they could see clearly again they were swept up into Leo's arms as their older brother breathed a deep sigh of relief as he muttered words while holding them tightly.
"Thank goodness."
"I thought they had."
"Oh, my little brothers."
In no time at all Leo found himself with two sobbing little brothers and a third slightly sniffling. He got to his feet, where before he had bent down to pick the tots up, and turned back to April.
"I have to get my brothers home." he said, amazingly, managing to talk over all the crying from the two youngest, "I don't feel that you'd be safe if I left though. With the Foot crawling around you home you shouldn't stay here by yourself."
April looked at the crying turtles and nodded, "I'll find a hotel to stay in tonight, I promise."
"Ok, but call me as soon as you get there."
"I will," April promised.
Leo nodded and walked back out into the living room to slip through the window he had entered through.
Half an hour later, they were back home, safe. At least, they were for the moment. April had called and had called Casey as well. Leo himself had called Leatherhead to let him know that the one lead they had had was now a dead end.
"What location did you inspect?" asked Leatherhead.
"It was a warehouse on pier 86," Leo answered, gently running a comforting hand across Donatello's shell where the young tot was curled up in his lap.
"I'll run a few scans and examine the history of the area."
Leo looked sideways where Mikey had decided to clamp onto his right arm and not let go for anything. Good thing he was ambidextrous and could use his left hand as easily as his right. Both Michelangelo and Donatello were soundly asleep. Strangely, Raph had went strait to bed.
The blue clad turtle took a deep breath, "Thanks Leatherhead, just don't risk going topside for awhile. I have to be more cautious than ever of the Foot's whereabouts, now that they know about my brothers. The last thing I want is Shredder getting his claws on them, especially when they're like this."
Leo paused for a moment then hesitantly asked, "Have you found anything about-?"
"I'm sorry my friend, but I have found nothing to aid in your brothers' regeneration, there are many factors to consider."
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry for bothering you," Leo said dejectedly.
"It is no trouble Leonardo, I am happy to help you and your family in any way can."
Leo gulped, "Thank you."
"No thanks are necessary, goodbye my friend, I will begin tracking Baxter Stockman immediately."
"Good luck, thanks again, bye."
Leo hung up his shell cell, tucked it into his belt and looked down at the slumbering turtles. Just then, a set of light footsteps coming down the stairs from the second floor made him glance up. His eyes set on a questioning emotion as he watched Raphael come closer before the tot glanced up at him, hesitantly taking his eyes that had been glued to the floor away from the yellow stones that had held his attention for most of his walk. At the closing of his advance though, he stopped and just kept staring.
"Is something wrong Raphael?" Leo asked.
The red masked turtle tot looked down again and then towards the kitchen, "I was just thirsty."
Leo understood.
Problem: Raphael wouldn't be able to reach the cups where they were stored away in the cabinets.
Leo bit back an annoyed sigh. Raph couldn't help it, he was four now. It took a good five minutes of struggling but Leo got Donny to curl up against a large pillow and Mikey to clamp his arms around another pillow. Relieved that they were both still sleeping, Leo stood up and walked over to his younger brother. The red clad turtle was still staring at the floor, twisting his foot nervously against the yellow stones.
"Stop that," the eldest said sharply but silently, "You could cut your foot on one of those."
Raph frowned deeply and just stood still, his arms pressed tightly against his sides shamefully as he continued to stare at the floor, "Gomenasai Aniki."
Leo bent down and looked under Raph's head, he felt his heart break and chip apart at the sight of the exremely reflective blue eyes.
I promise trouble in the next chapter! You can all hold me to it.
Anyways, isn't it nice that the Foot didn't get them? Too bad they know what happened now.
Yes, I'm hinting at something. ^_^
Well, I'm going to go meditate. Later!
~Moonsetta