It has been three weeks since the mutation, and Karai seemed to get along well with her new brother Jishin. Everything seemed to go quite as planned, Oroku had dealt with Karai before so taking care of him a little bit easier. Also Jishin didn't cry much, he just usually giggles once and awhile but mostly is quiet. It made Oroku watch out for him so that he didn't fall or do anything dangerous.
He never really told anyone, but he really cared for the two children that were in his care. It was like they were his real children.

But no one needed to know that.

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So now he was watching his two year old and the 21 day old turtle. He really needed to get his life in shape.
At that moment the turtle said something "no."
Oroku looked up surprised, did Jishin just talk? And he said no, which was a word he would be hearing a lot of now.
That is one way to start a Saturday morning.

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Splinter had been searching for anything useful for the so-called home that he and the three week old turtles used. Until he came across a couple bunches of fabric. All different of color. Blue, red, purple and orange. I could make use of this he thought.
He took it great care, and ran back home completely forgetting about the rest of the search of more food. He seemed to get enough anyway so it would not matter.
He ran past the familiar surroundings and back to the home he kept his little turtles. He place the fabric on the table with the food and started to make something to eat. As soon he went away the little turtles looked at the fabric. Each seemed to like their own color.
When Splinter came back with a small meal, he came back he saw one turtle on top of another to reach said fabric. He chuckled and picked up the fabric and put it on the floor. As soon as he did that the turtles struggled to get off of one another too see the fabric they have been trying too reach.
The eldest Leonardo chose the blue fabric, Raphael the second eldest chose the red fabric, and the youngest Donatello chose the purple fabric. All that was left was the orange fabric. Splinter stared at the fabric in sorrow.
What had happened to that little turtle I left behind? Splinter thought.

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Jishin was seeming to grow quite rapidly for only a new born child of 2 months. Karai thought was the best thing ever, for she got a new play mate. Albeit he can't run, only walk and only had a small vocabulary. But a playmate nonetheless.
They had been getting along quite well, Oroku thought.

But that was before he both got them toys.

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Yoshi was struggling to keep two of the three turtle brothers away from each other. The reason was that they were fighting about their headbands. It seemed Raphael thought it was unfair that his masks tails were more chewed up than Leonardo's, so it deemed fair to quarrel about.

On the other hand his third son Donatello, was sitting quietly in the corner seeming to count the bricks on the wall. He was doing pretty well until he got to the max numbers he could count to: 4. He would count, get frustrated and start over. A vicious cycle.

He wondered - as he held both broths back with each one hand - what it would have been like with that other baby turtle.

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"Jishi give me th' toy. I'm th' older one so I get the one tha' looks cooler."
"No."

Was most of the conversation between the two children under his care. It was giving him a splitting headache. He wanted to shout at them to shut up and just be happy with what they got or have to run 20 laps around the training area. But alas he could not, for they were only 2 and 2 months old.

He just should have gotten the same two for both of them, but no. He thought it would be great to get them two completely different toys.

He hated his life right now.

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Yoshi was not having the best of luck either. Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello were all fighting about which one of them gets the tiny car toy he found in the sewer. It didn't even look that amazing in Yoshi's opinion.

It even had one or two wheels missing. But still, they thought that a ratty old toy car was way better than a set of building blocks. He didn't ask for this, but fates apparently wanted him to suffer. Great.

A/N

Hey guys. Sorry for the long wait and not that long of a chapter. Just no inspiration has come so yeah. But whatever, thank you all for following and reviewing.

- LifeIsABoulOfCereal