That dream again…?
Naomi woke up and looked at her desk. The wristband was still where she left it before she had gone back to sleep.
No… I really made that.
She vaguely remembered going to the techno store and working on the little machine.
But what is it?
She stood up and picked it up.
It's so light. Let's see… that turtle-guy said it was a wristband…
She put it around her wrist. It was too big.
… And then?
She found a button.
Uh oh… should I…? I made this, after all. How dangerous could it be?
She pushed it. A see-through turtle shield as big as she was, appeared before her. She stared at it with eyes and mouth wide open.
Awesome… Not bad for a kid…
"Naomi," she heard. "Time to get up. You've got class in an hour."
"I'm already up, Grandpa," she called back. She turned the shield off and put it in a drawer of her desk.
Better not let Gramps know…
She looked at the window she had shut after Donatello had left.
I hope it wasn't a dream.
******
"She saw you?!" asked Leonardo. "How could you've been so foolish to go out there?! She doesn't know who you are, or even what you are!"
"I didn't mean to wake her," said Donatello. "You should've seen her, Leonardo. She's become a completely different person."
"Stop it, Donatello," said Leonardo. "You're not planning to go back there, are you?"
"You'd better come back!"
"I don't see what the problem is," said Raphael laid-back. "Why are you goin' though all this trouble for a brat we met six years ago?"
"You liked her too, you know," said Donatello.
"You don't want to put her in any danger, do you Donatello?" said Leonardo. "Because danger's what she will be put in if she hangs around with us again."
"Of course I don't want that," said Donatello. "I just… let my emotions take over. Doesn't it do anything to you guys?"
"I'd lie if I said that it doesn't," admitted Leonardo. "And I know you're having a hard time, because you were her favourite back then. You obviously liked being a big brother. And as a brother, you should do what's best for her and forget about her."
"Leonardo is right," said Splinter. "It is not safe for her to know any more."
"What d'you mean by 'a completely different person'?" asked Michelangelo. "What's she like then?
"Well, she had a strange style of clothes," said Donatello, "and when I told her my name, she thought I was the spirit of the artist Donatello."
"Whoa, wait," said Leonardo. "You told her your name?!"
"Donatello, how much have you told her?" asked Splinter.
"Nothing," said Donatello quickly. "Just my name. She remembered the wristband all by herself. She kept asking me questions, but I didn't answer them."
"Good," said Leonardo. "So? What're you gonna do now?"
Donatello fell silent.
******
"Nay? Na-hay? Nay!"
Naomi woke up from her thoughts.
"Huh? What is it?" she asked. Her friend gave her an impatient look while tapping her finger on her desk.
"Where the hell did your head go?" asked her friend.
"Oh, sorry Soph," said Naomi. "I had a… weird night. I'm pretty brain dead right now."
"So I noticed," said Sophie. "Could you be so kind and explain it to me?"
"Just a weird dream," lied Naomi. She said it a little too quickly.
"Uh-huh," said Sophie. She took off the knitted hat Naomi was wearing and looked inside it. "Attention, please," she said. "If anyone in here has seen either Nay's brain or her ability to lie, please report to the service desk. We would really like to get them back."
"Ok, ok, point taken," said Naomi. She grasped her hat back and put it back on her head. "Look, I just don't wanna talk about it, ok?"
"Ok, fine," said Sophie. "But we've got a project to finish in umm… now twenty minutes, and we're not there yet. Don't think the teachers will show you mercy if you don't finish it on time, just because you're the young wonder around here."
"Good, good," said Naomi, applauding, "now put all that sarcasm in this model, then we'll definitely get a high grade."
"And you should be inspired by your weird dreams," said Sophie with a grin. "Where d'you think everyone here gets their inspiration from?"
"Thanks, I'll remember that," laughed Naomi.
As they continued their project, Naomi kept thinking about Donatello.
It is pretty random, she thought. A giant talking turtle, obviously training, probably martial arts, who invents stuff and messes with people's heads. Boy, do I have a lot of questions to ask him if he ever comes back.
… Will he?
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Yup, another short chapter, I'm afraid. I'm kinda running out of inspiration since everyone in this house seems to need my computer. The internet sucks here, so there.
I'll try and make next chapter longer. Until then, please look forward to it ^^ Thank you for reading!
