A/N: This chapter is dedicated to IAmTheDragonEmpress, who had a very marvelous idea! Read and see... :)
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Papers were strewn across the floor haphazardly in the usually clean room. Tables had been moved around, a microscope now rested on its side on the ground, white boards were sideways and half way down/halfway up with the tell tale signs of permanent, orange marker scribbled across its surface proclaiming 'Go Get A Life Already', and the cheerful floresent bulbs burning above the frantic purple masked turtle wasn't doing anything to soothe the creature.
"No no no. This can't be happening." Donatello whispered in horror, tossing his papers around as he searched for his notes on transmutation in the L Caps. It was gone. Gone. Everything was in disarray, papers were scattered across the floor, white boards had been messed up, scribbled upon, and his computer had been cleared.
Completely cleared.
It had been a juvenile job, Don could tell that much because of the fact his computer screen had been flipped upside down. Donatello could do many things, but reading upside down and backward wasn't something he was good at. While his computer was completely out of sorts, the turtle had half an inkling as to what had happened.
If you leave a powerful magnet over a computer terminal, it wipes the hard drive.
"No, no, no..." all his research, all his hours of notes and studies, the papers! It was all gone...gone. Donatello was shocked speechless. He had finally finished his paper on the 'possibility' of alternate diminsions, his observations saved on the cross breeding of tulips and venus fly traps (which, by the way, was never going to see the light of day and had forced Donatello to get a new mask), and the answer to the age old mystery that if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Which it does, just so you know.
"It has to be here, it has to be!" Don gasped, rifling through drawers...and ending up jerking the drawers out and across the room. "No..." he whispered horrified. He stood in the center of the disaster zone, a seemingly calm in the storm. Who could have done this? Who? Don stood up straight, his hands tightening into fists. "Mikey."
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"Whoa." Raph murmured.
His place...was spotless.
Absolutely spotless.
Everything had been cleaned up, his bed was actually made, his trash had been picked off the floor...actually, Raph could see the floor.
"Um..." Raphael gaped. I don't remember picking the place up...Am I losing it? Raph shook his head, at a loss. He headed toward the fridge, completely confused. I just need some pizza, then everything will make sense. He told himself, opening the door.
The world was over.
"No, no, no...What the heck? Wha?" he gasped. All his junk food: his pizza, chips, ice cream, cake, salsa, peanut butter, Cheez-It's, soda, powerade...all gone.
There was only green stuff.
Lettuce, brochili, some weird oval thing that may or may not have been a cucumber, zuchini, green beans, peas, lima beans...There were carrots and salads, health bars and oatmeal, applesauce...
Raph twirled to look around his place again. Why hadn't he noticed earlier?! His punchingbags were gone, his Ultimate Fighter magazines, his weapons rack was strangely empty, and sitting oh so harmlessly on Raph's bed was a blue sheathed katanna.
"Leo." he growled. "You are dead. You are dead."
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Leo's eyes widened in shock and dismay, and slowly, slowly, the fearless leader dropped to his knees. His arms fell limp at his side, his spirit frozen in place.
"The mess..." he whispered in horror. "The mess!"
It was true, his new home was in shambles. Furniture was knocked over, his little bonzi tree was lying on its side, his bed was messed up, and Leo's training area had been put in complete disarray. To make it worse, which really shouldn't have been possible, the lights had been switched out. Now, instead of the usal white bulbs, bright, dark, neon, and normal red bulbs lit up his home.
"How...?" he mumbled. "The mess..."
Leonardo surveyed the damage, and zeroed in on a cake left on the only standing table. Slowly, Leo stood up and shuffled over to the treat. His feet padded along the floor, his shoulders slumped, his mind in turmoil, and Leo read the cursive, red words.
'Hope You're Having A Great Day!'
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"WHERE IS BLACK OPPS II? WHERE IS IT?!" Mikey wailed, trashing his neatly arranged home in hopes of finding the X-Box game. He had come in to find everything neat and orderly, something he knew had to be Leo's fault, but the youngest turtle knew that his leader wouldn't have taken his video games.
Which were all missing.
Every single game.
And all the game stations!
It was all gone: Black Opps, Final Fantasy (all of them), Castlevania: Smphony of the Night, Rock Band, NHL 12, Just Dance 4, Tomb Raider...It was all gone!
Mikey had only been left with a computer, a laptop really. One. Only one...And on a word document page was a simple line:
'Video Games Rot Your Brain You Know.'
Mikey had stared at that line for almost five whole minutes, completely flabbergasted. Rot your brain? Rot your brain? What else am I supposed to use it for?! Mikey couldn't believe it. What was wrong with playing videogames? It was the symbol for his generation! Movies and games, music and MTV! What was he supposed to do now? Play outside?
"Someone's going to pay." Mikey hissed, his fist clenching. "You do not mess with a turtle's Assasian's Creed III. You just don't."
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"It seems calm tonight, Kage. A good omen, wouldn't you agree?" Mr. Splinter commented absently, and the brunette nodded back. The elderly rat was reclining in a chair while Kage was lying on the couch, flipping through an old forgotten magazine. It was a nice night, it wasn't too cold, nor too hot, and the sound of flutes was floating from a music speaker. It was a traditional Japanese CD, and the music was filled with a dream like quality. The two friends were quieted by its soothing melody, simply wanting to smile.
Kage looked at Mr. Splinter. His eyes were closed in meditation, and Kage was happy he to see him doing something so Mr. Splinter-ish. He was slowly returning to his original personality before the turtles had decided they were old enough to move out, and mature enough to leave their father by himself. Kage couldn't believe they were that dumb, had done the most immature thing she could possibly do: mess with their heads!
They should be at each other's throats soon. She thought suddenly. But then again, it's a great way to spice up their lives. It's to...plain. They never do anything out of the ordinary, it's like you could figure out their next move without trying!
"Kage," Mr. Splinter spoke up, jarring the girl out of her thoughts. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for whatever he was about to ask. His brown eyes were regarding her curiously, and she cocked her head in question. "I was wondering, would you like to move in?"
Kage's jaw dropped.
"I know you must travel aways to come to my home every day, and you must travel it back as well to return to your dwelling." Mr. Splinter continued. "My sons are no longer a threat to the secret of your existence, but as to why you are so wary of them I would like to know...someday. I get lonely without anyone here, the silence is so deafening. And no one likes to be alone. We are an odd pair, I'll admit that. But you are a wonderful girl, and whatever mystery you refuse to reveal must have its reason." Kage's eyes widened, and then lowered to the floor. "You have brightened my life in such an infortunate time, and I would like to ask you to stay. I know my home is...odd, my sons are to blame I'm afraid. But, could you ever come to call this place home?" Mr. Splinter asked, looking at the girl carefully. His face was unsure, he truly wondered whether Kage could leave her life of shadows to step into the light. To trust him.
Kage's jaw slowly closed, her eyes blinked, and slowly, so slowly, she nodded, a small smile gracing her features.
"Thank you for trusting me." Mr. Splinter whispered, smiling back.
Unbeknownst to both of them, a four turtle storm was hurtling in their direction.