Disclaimer: I have nothing to my name… Especially not TMNT. I do not own Jiffy Peanut Butter either.
Title: TMNT:
Rating: T+
Genre: Family/Friendship
Pairing(s): None
Summary: Mikey went missing several months ago, and his brother find him…. But, as a Foot ninja! When they 'rescue' him, they find that Michaelangelo has zero-memory of his past. Can this indecisive, quiet, shy, stuttering ex-soldier really be their brother? Can they bring back Mikey's memory? Can they deal with the extra, mutant 'baggage' Mikey brings along?
Chapter five.
"Fluffy! Fluffy, where are you?" Sharp called; he was surprised Fluffy wasn't curled next to him when he woke up, or come up to snatch some of his breakfast. And besides, why would Fluffy be up at four o'clock in the morning?
He saw lights from under the door to Donatello's lab, so he opened the door and entered the lab. He saw Donatello looking at a screen, and Fluffy was lying flat on her back on a cot with wires connected to her body with what looked like suction cups.
"What a-are you doing?" He asked Donatello.
"Just studying Fluffy's physiology; her vitals are so strange. Brain activity is the similar enough to ours and humans. But her heartbeat is almost twice as fast as a humans, body temperature is higher. The seven senses are more tuned than a humans…." He prated on, like he had come to some sort of scientific breakthrough.
"My ear feels funny…." Fluffy muttered, eyes still closed as Sharp walked over next to the cot; he picked her up and pulled the suction cups off. "Mrr…?" She said and opened her sleepy eyes.
"Hey!" Donatello complained.
"That is e-enough studying for n-now." Sharp told him and tucked Fluffy over his broken arm. Luckily, Fluffy was scrawny enough that her weight was did nothing to his arm. The mutant mammal was already asleep.
"Fine," Donatello sighed and handed Sharp a jar of Jiffy peanut butter "give her that when she wakes up, that's her payment for scientific research."
Sharp rolled his eyes; that figures. "Do you w-wish to join me for tra-training?" He asked bashfully, Donatello looked at him strangely.
"Now?" The purple-masked turtle asked; Sharp nodded "It's early, Mikey."
"I always w-wake up t-this early…..' Sharp replied.
"I... I'll pass." Donatello said and exited to his room.
Sharp frowned; another lonely morning it looked like. He quickly went back to his own room and set Fluffy on the bed and put the blanket over the furry child, she snuggled instantly.
Sharp looked around his room; he had been disgusted when he saw the shape of it when his brothers showed it to him; it had been a mess, and it had taken him a while to clean.
"It is not fair." He said to himself "I'm trying so hard to remember – but I can't! I can't remember anything no matter how hard I try. It isn't fair….." He kicked the wall a little and was surprised when one of the bricks hobbled. Sharp kneeled down and grabbed the brick and pulled it out. There was a small space behind it, he reached in and pulled something out.
A book – an orange book. He opened it, the first page was labeled Mikey's Journal, in what resembled his hand writing, only much sloppier than his actual hand writing.
He flipped pages and skimmed the dialogue. He was surprised to find all of the recollection and explanation by his former self. It was gold; now, even if he couldn't actually remember anything, he at least new some things that had happened. He felt kind of embarrassed that he had been so formal with his brothers by their full names, but he could call them by their nicknames now.
Let's see, now he knew a bit more about his brothers. He really did use nunchucks in the past and they were his 'babies', his brother Leo had an obsession with Japan, Donnie had a bloodstream of pure coffee, and Raph liked to argue with Leo.
"I don't care how girly a diary is, I am glad I had one." Sharp said and hugged the journal to his chest.
Instead of training, he spent the rest of his morning reading the journal.
Over the course of the next month, the Hamato family was pleased to find that Mikey's attitude was improving; his stutter lightened up to where it was less frequent, he cracked more jokes, and every morning he made them breakfast. And he played pranks again, and his favorite victim was Raph;
One morning, the family was sitting down to breakfast; Fluffy, who was forced to sit in a booster seat at the table because Master Splinter blatantly refused she eat from a bowl on the floor, was making a huge mess out of her bowl of oatmeal and was occasionally tossing raisins to the floor. Donnie was reading the paper, Leo was slowly chewing his bacon and carefully sectioning the food on his plate because he was just OCD like that, Master Splinter was drinking his morning tea and Mikey was shifting between eating his own food and reminding Fluffy to use napkins and not throw raisins.
Raph however, was complaining at how tasteless his eggs were, and Mikey suggested he use ketchup; Raph missed the swift mischievous grin that crossed the orange-masked turtles face when he grabbed the bottle of ketchup and squirted a copious amount onto his eggs.
He took a bite and seconds later he figured out what was wrong. The ketchup had been switched with hot sauce. Raphael tried to correct the problem by guzzling his orange juice, which he didn't realize was spiked with hot sauce until it was too late.
Mikey burst out laughing as Raph jumped out of his seat and ran around the room, grabbing anything fluid within reach to use to cool his burning mouth.
The rest of the family couldn't help laughing.
Another sign rehabilitation was that Mikey finally decided to teach Fluffy manners; she now only got onto all four of her 'paws' while she was running or climbing something, she didn't get in turf wars with Klunk, stopped threatening to claw things off, and she cleaned after the messes she made whilst eating. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about her love of climbing on their bodies and playing with their fluttering mask tails. Luckily, they had gotten used to it. In fact, it seemed Fluffy was now acting….. Kind of like a normal kid.
Mikey decided to finally adopt Fluffy after they had a heart-to-heart talk.
"Sharp! Sharp~" Fluffy sang as she ran over to Mikey who was again reading his journal.
"What is it, Fluffy?" He had asked her.
"Look what I drew!" She said and handed him a piece of binder paper; it was a crayon-drawing of what looked like him, his brothers and Master Splinter; at the top there was a To Sharp written in big lettering and a From Fluffy on the other side of the paper in the same sloppy handwriting.
He smiled "Thank you Fluffy…. Why didn't you add yourself, though?" He asked out of curiosity.
"I'm not in the family." Fluffy answered simply.
"Yes you are," Mikey corrected.
"But…. What am I?" Fluffy asked "Am…. Am I a brother like you were?"
Mikey shook his head, partly amused "No, if anything you would be a sister….. But, you can't be a sister because Master Splinter didn't adopt you…." An idea struck him "I can adopt you."
"What does adopt mean?" She asked.
"It means I can be your father, and you can be my daughter." Mikey explained.
Fluffy's green eyes were wide and so was her smile "You mean it?" She asked; when he nodded she shot herself at him in a hug.
"So I guess that means your Hamato Fluffy now…." Mikey mused "Do you uh…. Want to change your name?" She shook her head no.
"I like my name too much to change it." Fluffy had replied.
He had spoke to Master Splinter about it afterwards and the old rat agreed, and even gave a slight chuckle when Michaelangelo remarked that that meant he was a grandfather now. When he told his brothers, they were a little less than ecstatic. Raph for one groaned that 'he was now stuck with that thing forever', Leo grumbled something about a bigger dojo, and Don was surprised because he had been under the impression that Mikey had already adopted Fluffy.
But there was something Mikey didn't tell his family – past his newly upbeat, happy attitude; he was hiding a secret turmoil. Even though he read the journal and still was, he could remember nothing. And it tore him up on the inside that nothing he read was familiar to him. No ammount of meditation could aid him
He woke up an hour earlier now; while his family was nestled in bed, he snuck away topside. His family must have believed he was going to go back to the Foot clan, so they didn't allow him topside, which drove him nearly mad. But when he snuck topside, he felt free.
His former self had expression more than once in writing a fondness for fresh air and free running. And it seemed like it was a constant, because he felt the same. And while he did love his brothers, he just preferred being solo.
However, one night he ran into his former affiliates.
"Is that Sharp? I thought he was dead!" He heard a whispering voice from the shadows; he knew it was Foot soldiers.
"Hey Sharp!" He heard a Foot soldier call to him; he turned and saw a squad of them behind him. He felt anger rise in his system and he unconsciously drew out his kusarigama.
"Whoa!" One of them said when the chain revved at them, but they all dodged.
"You all lied to me!" Mikey shouted and charged at them for combat "I wasn't made in the Foot, and you all knew! You took my memories away! You will pay!" He swore and fought with them.
The battle was longer and more brutal then he expected; he may have been the one dishing out all of the attacks and they were the ones dropping like flies, but more and more just kept showing up. But even after taking down many dozens, he wouldn't let up.
Finally, all four of the Elite guards showed up.
"Well, well, turtle." One of them said to Mikey as he caught his breath.
"Here we thought you were dead." Another said.
"How unfortunate you still breath." The third commented in disappointment.
"Not for long." The last said.
Then they attacked.
Mikey remembered cursing his arm still in a sling and fought hard anyways; and while they fight lasted a good while and he had them on the ropes for the duration, he was worn out after fighting so many Foot ninja and injured arm made it no better. When only two were left, he was about to strike with his kusarigama, but he collapsed from blood loss and exhaustion.
He remembered being beaten by a barrage of kicks and spitting up an interesting mixture of blood and spittle several times before one of them picked him up by the front-neck of his cape and hoisted him up into the air before slamming his shell against the wall of a building.
The Elite guard brought his face close to Mikey's face; which was bruised, quickly swelling and had a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth and running down his chin. He was pretty sure one of his teeth were cracked too.
Mikey grunted when he was punched hard in the face a few more times.
"Listen here, turtle." The Elite guard hissed "As much immense pleasure it would bring me to end your pathetic life, the Shredder wishes to be the one to do such. And he will be pleased to hear you are alive….. He always knew you would be a traitor, and you were hardly worth your fighting skills. So I will leave you alive….. Only for my Master to tear you to pieces later."
The Elite guard punched Mikey one last time, dropped him on the pavement and kicked him before leaving, along with the other Elite guards.
Mikey sat there for an unknown stretch of time; panting to catch his breath and struggling just to sit up against the wall. He was dizzy and in pain, he didn't even attempt to make another move until he saw the light of the steadily rising sun hit him in it's beginning rays.
He wondered vaguely what time it was before forcing himself to get up; he limped to the nearest sewer-hole. He had to lean against the wall for support; and as if to add insult to quite literal injury, he had a nice trail of blood following him from the small puddle of blood from where he had earlier been sitting. That explained why he was so dizzy.
He struggled to get into the sewers; he practically dropped in from the sewer hole and limped through the shallow water back to the Lair; he spent a good portion of his time regaining composure. Mike already knew there was no way in hell he would let his family know about that encounter.
After much limping and struggling, he made it back home; it was six thirty (meaning he had been gone for three and a half hours), and Leo was in the dojo while no one else was awake.
Mikey trudged to the bathroom and carefully cleaned his injuries best he could, took a few painkillers and applied some bandages; he was cut up pretty badly, bruised up worse and his knee was slightly dislocated, explaining his limping problem. He popped his leg back in place after bandaging himself and quietly snuck back in bed. Fluffy as usually was curled at the Foot of the bed snuggled in a baby blanket with Klunk next to her.
Mikey, wincing while doing so, lay on the bed and put the blanket over him untill the blanket was up to his mask. He passed out a second later.
Fluffy woke him up at eight, saying it was time for breakfast. He lied and told her he was sick, he then told her to tell his brothers he would be bedridden for a few days or so.
Of course he was fawned over by Donatello for a while, who felt his forehead constantly and made him swallow several pills. Mikey didn't really mind, because he really did feel so bad it was close enough to being sick. And he was okay with Donnie fawning over him as long as he stayed under the covers so his genius brother would not see his injured body.
At night, when he was sure everyone was asleep, Mikey would limp out of bed, change his bandages, and replace his bloodied sheets with new ones.
He was in luck, because on the news there was a report about a flu going around and he seemed to have similar symptoms, so his lie was sound.
After a week and a half, Mikey the ever fast healer was finally healed. His cuts had faded into thankfully thin scars, all of the swelling was down, his limp had subsided and the bruises had all faded into nonexistence.
And even though his family was relieved, and he led them on to believe that he was too, he didn't tell them how shaken up he really was.
Because the Shredder knew he was alive, and was after him.
And the fic only has a few more chapters. Theres your main conflict
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