Michelangelo
*Michelangelo*
Morning's come, according to the lights and electric shock through my feet yet again. As I look to my waking family and the silent girl that's becoming a part of it, I realize something strange and disturbing. There's a certain emptiness in us today that wasn't there before, as if some of the spirit has been taken out of us. When we should be getting breakfast none comes, and this seems to trouble No quite a bit. Immediately she's pacing about the room, fretting over something. The lack of food bothers me a lot too, as the one of the main sources of my happy attitude was food. Though she seems quite absorbed in her little world and doesn't come out when my brothers remind her that there will be more food. When they do, she just shakes her head, indicating she knows more than they do. Her stress weighs heavily on me, and soon I'm sitting as she had, waiting for the something bad to come. After a minute she seems to notice me, and is quickly by my side, my other brothers and father clearly blocked out of her mind at the moment. Her eyes are wide and questioning, peering into me and boring holes into my soul. Sadness appears onto her face, a painful look to see. Her hand rests gently on my shell and she makes a small, tentative smile. I do my best to copy her, and this seems to make her feel better. We rise from the ground together and she looks at the walls, smiling wide. She backs up from it for a moment, then looks at me with mischief in her eyes. No runs at the wall, leaping into the air and bouncing off the cushioned walls. She looks back to me, a challenge in the way she looks at me. I smile back at her, feeling my excitement at a challenge return, and back up less than she did, jumping higher than she had, and landing right next to No. "Bring it on, No," I say, and her smile is bright and deadly, and very sweet. It's the smile I imagine a sister of mine would have.
She runs at the wall from where she is, climbing up the wall with her feet upon reaching it, and going a good seven feet into the air towards the fifteen foot high ceiling, jumping off and landing next to me. I can't hide my surprise. I thought she was just some tortured chick we got roomed with, not some boss. Still, I use my ninja skills to just beat her, landing farther than she. Fire glints in her eyes as no runs at the wall and pushes off with all her might, sailing to the other wall and flipping off of it to land next to me. There is a stunned silence in the room as we stare at No in surprise. Finally I copy her, and before I know it, Raph's with us, joining in on the challenge. After a few minutes Donny joins, clearly needing to move a bit too. Soon Leo joins, mumbling something about training.
Time passes quickly and before we know it there's the beep that states there's ten seconds to "night". My brothers, practically adopted sister, and I stop bouncing around and find places to sleep along with our father. After the lights go out, I see No's silhouette crawl up to me in the dark. Her eyes seem to almost glow in the darkness, illuminating her face and clothes. Her smile is soft and the faint red on her cheeks from all the movement is warm as she watches me. Quietly, I whisper, "Thanks No." She hugs me softly, as if to say "it's nothing" then proceeds to pretend to pull out the slips of paper from so long ago. I hand her mine hesitantly and she takes it, nodding and leaving me alone in the darkness yet again. I quickly lay down again, succumbing to tiredness. My stomach growls disagreeably at the lack of food, but I force it to shut up and let me sleep this much needed sleep.
I know it's short even for the brother chapters, but it's a tradeoff for the long final chapter I'm planning (if it ever comes to fruition XD) which will be a songfic chapter to a song by the lovely musician Jonathan Coulton! I'm excited, are you?
Also, for those who believe I died during the long hiatus in which I seemed to not exist, I did not. I just have trouble remembering to upload my stories. Or write them.
Please, please, rant rave and review! I love people who talk to me about my writing, so I know what to keep up and what to change.