Kun: Hey! Sorry I'm late. I've been dealing with very hard depression. I'll let you know at the end of the chapter. In the meantime, I'll answer a few reviews.
From River Over Stone: That was amazing! I love it! This was so great!
Kun: Why, thank you. Now that I've noticed, did you base your username in Master Splinter's advice for Raph? I mean, when he says to let insults go over you like a river over a stone? Just askin'.
From Angelxoxo8: This was a clever way to use Pizza Face from the 2012 series, I didn't like Pizza Face in that one. Poor Mikey, he turned evil! I wonder who's next? I loved this episode!
Kun: Yeah, poor Mikey boy. Don't worry, I'd never even have the heart to hurt him. And, I'm pretty sure the character that's gonna be akumatized today... Amy's not gonna like it.
From BabyPinkPuppy: EEEP! Loved the way you used my character! I can't wait for her to get akumatized. Nice update, you described Pizza Face perfectly.
Kun: Thanks for the compliment, BPP (may I call you that?) I've been talking to Josh while you were in Boston and he gave me a few ideas for this episode. And, believe me, for describing Pizza Face... I improvised. I never liked that episode, since I didn't eat pizza for a month after I saw it.
From saruina99: Kuno Qla! My baby, My Poor Baby! *Cry* Aweno, I will follow your advice! Kiss and Ham!
Kun: Sorry for doing that to Logan, I really am. I promise I'll try to be more gentle to him. And you already acomplished your promise. Kisses and Cheese!
From Monica: I thought Jewel's last name was King?
Kun: That's in BPP's story. If you read Angelxoxo8's, you'll see her name is Jewel Willow Rosenberg.
From Emma: EEP! Can't wait for next episode! You rock like Jewel and Amy!
Kun: Thanks! The more reviews I get, the more I fangirl xD
From Layla: Sweet! Are you doing a collab with any of your BFFF's? Are one of them BabyPinkPuppy? Cuz I love her fic so far! She's awesome! And a pretty good writer. Like you and Angel!
Kun: Well, collab, I can't really tell. As for my BFFFF's, it's Angel, BabyPinkPuppy, I guess I consider her one... Maybe Miraculous Pink Ninja, and two girls who are Hispanic, nina14j and saruina99, from Guatemala and Chile. But, I could say yes. Sometimes I do collabs with them without even knowing. But that's explained clearly in the first chapter of my drabbles. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer:
The turtles and the MLB characters don't belong to me; but Kevin Eastman, Peter Laird, Thomas Astruc, Jeremy Zag, Mirage, Nickelodeon, Zagtoons and every mark that promotes these cartoons.
Amelia Smith belongs to Angelxoxo8
Jewel Willow Rosenberg and Mayor Marcus Carlos Rosenberg belong to BabyPinkPuppy (Jewel doesn't appear in this chapter)
Melina Kwanson and most of the OC's belong to nina14j (doesn't appear in this chapter)
Logan Wilson and Catherine Evans belong to saruina99 (don't appear in this chapter)
All the other OC's belong to me (don't appear in this chapter)
Kun: I wanna thank Josh in advance for all the ideas and suggestions he gave me for this chapter. And special greetings to him ;) Also, if Idontcareiamwriting from Wattpad is reading this, I send her greetings to her too ;)
I got nothing else to say, so... let's read!
Another day in New York. Amy was up in her room's balcony with Snowy.
"Why not inviting him to the movies?" Snowy asked. Amy was holding her phone with a pic of Leo.
"Riiight," Amy mumbled, rolling her eyes. "Snowy, can you even imagine that conversation?" she asked.
"Hey, Leo, would you like to go... ugh, uh... " he mocked, doing funny faces.
"Exactly," she said, pointing her index finger at her. "I can't help it. Eveytime I see him, I get all nervious and I feel like fainting," she said, looking out at the sky. She could even swear she saw Leo's face up in the clouds. Snowy floated to her.
"So, basically, the only way you can have a normal conversation with him is if you're blindfolded," he deducted.
"... Something like," she said with a giggle.
"There is a very simple solution, Amy," Snowy said with a smirk. "It's called a 'cell-phone'. All you need is his number," he told her. Amy beamed.
"I know who will have his number!" she exclaimed. She searched through her contacts list and dialed Irma.
Right next to her building, in Central Park exactly, there was a ceremony. Lots of people were gathered in the center of the park for a special ocasion. There was something being hidden under a big sheet. A Brazilian man was standing in front of the surprise. He had dark skin, black eyes and black frizzy hair. He had a white short-sleeved t-shirt under a black short-sleeved leather jacket, blue jeans and black tenis. He was chewing on a lollipop. He looked a little nervious. A man close to him placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sure you have done yourself, Xever," the man said. He had black office pants and coat, a white shirt and a red tie, had coffee brown skin, black straight hair, a buzz cut goatee and a shaved beard and chocolate brown eyes. He also had a band with the USA respective colors of it's flag. He was the Mayor. Xever gave him a small bow.
(A/N: His uniform is like Donald Trump's... not that I like the guy, just to give you an idea)
"It was my honor," Xever answered with a Brazilian accent. He pulled out something from his jacket. It was a picture of Snowflake saving New York that he cut from a newspaper. "And I also cannot wait to meet Snowflake. I hope she will autograph this photo I used as the inspiration of the statue,"
"Oh, it's almost time," the Mayor said. "Snowflake and Nightblade should've already be here by now," he said, looking around, covering his eyes from the sun.
Amy was sitting in her deskchair while Irma was pacing around in front of her with a notepad.
"Look, we all know that you always stammer, so stick to this script," Irma said, handing her the notepad. Amy gave the script a look.
"All teachers say that I don't even sound natural when I read," she pointed out. Irma poked her head.
"Then memorize it," she said, poking Amy's head. "It's pretty simple, you can do it. Just don't improvise, got it?" she handed Amy the phone.
Amy took the phone fearfully. What if it didn't work out as she expected. She glanced at both the notepad and phone and her head dropped against the deskchair's backrest.
"Forget it, Irma, this'll never work!" she exclaimed. Irma smiled slyly and pressed a button on the phone.
Dial.
"Too late, it's dialing," she sang. She backed away and hid behind a Japanesse recline bed with a pink parasol.
Amy yelped in fear. She jumped off the chair and started hoping up and down from one foot to another while holding the phone. She couldn't bring herself to talk to Leo without stammering. What if Leo thought that she was dumb for not even articulate a word well? The phone stop dialing and Amy aproached the phone to her ear.
"Hey, it's Leo's voice-mail, leave a message," she heard with Leo's voice. She covered the mic with her hand and turned to Irma.
"It's his voice-mail," she whispered. Irma peeked.
"Leave a message. Don't improv!" she ordered. Amy answered.
"Hello, uh... Leo's voice-mail," she said. Irma facepalmed. "This is Amy, who... uh... has a message. For you, of course, 'cause it's, um... your phone, so, um... callmeseeyoulaterbye!" she stammered and threw the phone to the Japanesse recline. Irma rubbed the sides of her head. Amy got close to her, sliding on her deskchair. Amy glanced at Irma, whose face was blank. "What? What did you expect me to say?" she asked. "'Hey, Leo Bear, this is Amy,'" she spun a little and leaned her forearm on her thigh. "'I'd ask you to a date to movies, but I got such a crazy crush on you that the only way that I can talk to you without drooling out of my mouth is over this stupid phone.' Pretty ridiculous, right?" she rest her head on her arms.
"If you wish to hear your message again, press 1," they heard from the voice-mail. Amy yelped and hugged her knees. "If you wish to erase your message, press 2," Irma pointed at the phone.
"Press 2, press 2!" she exclaimed. Amy lunged to the phone, grabbed it and pressed 2. Though she fell over Irma's legs. She sighed in relief.
"Message saved. Goodbye," Amy's eyes widened in fear as her face turned green and she held her head with both hands. Had she really been speaking about her crush on Leo with the speaker on and the message had been saved for him to hear?! She flopped to the recline bed sadly and hid her face in a pillow. Irma sat next to her.
"Hey, come on, it's not as bad as you think," she soothed. Amy peeked and gave her a blank look. "Okay, it is as bad as you think, but you were gonna have to tell him one of these days. One way or another, think about it this way, enough with the secrets,"
"The voice-mail recorded my whole conversation," she said, lifting her head for then flopping back. Irma shrugged.
"Big deal," she said carelessly.
"I called him 'Leo Bear'," she said, still not looking up. "'Leo Bear'! I used my special secret nickname on him!" she turned to her. "He can't listen to that message, Irma. If he does, I'll die of shame!" she said, holding Irma's shoulders in fear. Irma grabbed her wrists and pulled them away.
"Okay, alright, I got an idea," she soothed. She got up from the recline and started pacing. "Leo's phone went to voice-mail, which means the guy's busy," she deducted. "Which means you can get to it before he does," Amy beamed and speeded off the recline. Irma placed a thoughtful hand on her chin. "I wonder where he'd be?" she wondered.
Amy got close to the balcony of her room where her bed was and pulled out a timetable with Leo's schedule.
"Of course, he's got fencing classes after school, that's why he didn't answer!" she exclaimed, pointing with a ruler. "It ends in exactly 22 and a half minutes," she informed. Irma blinked in confusion and smirked.
"You really are crazy, you know that, right?" she asked. Amy smiled and poked her head with the ruler with a smile.
Back in Roosvelt High, Amy's school, Leo was having his fencing classes in the gym. There were many other kids practising too. Meanwhile, in the boys' dressing room, inside a locker exactly, Slash was eating Brussel's sprouts in Leo's backpack, sitting over his phone. The phone vibrated, making Slash yelp.
"You have one new message," the voicemail said. He huffed, sit on the button for cutting the call and went back to his meal.
Leo clashed swords with one of his classmates and pinned him to the ground for then poking him with his sword on the chest. He lifted his mask.
"I gotta go get some water, I'll be right back," he assured. He ran to the dressing room, opened his locker and then his backpack for then finding Slash sleeping on a lunch paper bag. "Slash! You pig!" he whinned.
"You have one new message," he informed him for then burping. Leo grabbed Slash and then his phone.
"Move so I can check this voicemail," he said with a glare. He checked the calls, but the last one he had recieved said 'unknown'. "Weird, I don't recognize this number," he checked the time and his eyes widened.
Two o'clock. He was gonna be late for the ceremony of the Snowflake and Nightblade statue!
"Oh, no, we're late!" he said worriedly. He pulled off his glove, where his ring was. "Time to transform, Slash!" he called out.
Amy ran downstair her home, Irma running behind her.
"Hey, wait for me!" Irma called out. Both girls ran out the house by the backery entrance, but heard a voice. They turned around, seeing Nightblade running through the rooftops in joy while cheering. Nightblade jumped and landed in Central Park, right between Xever and the Mayor. He waved at the crowd and everyone cheered. Irma gasped. "They're revealing Snowflake and Nightblade's sculpture today!" she said happily. Amy, who was behind her, slapped her forehead silently. "I totally forgot!"
"Me too," Amy whispered. Irma turned to her with a raised eyebrow.
"You... never mentioned going to that ceremony before," Irma said sucpiciously. Amy started sweating.
"Yeah, I just... forgot?" she said timidly. Irma blinked and smiled, deciding to simply drop it.
"Look, about Leo's phone, what if we go right after?" Irma suggested. Amy's eyes widened in horror.
"If we wait after the ceremony, Leo's fencing training will already be over and have his phone back by then," she said worriedly. Irma thought about it. Amy was right, Leo couldn't listen to that message and the ceremony would be over pretty soon.
"Shoot, I gotta cover this event for the Snow-Blog," Irma mumbled. She placed both hands on her shoulders. "I'm really sorry, Amy," Amy smiled and placed her hands off.
"No worries, I can take care of this," she assured. "... I guess," she said doubtfully.
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure," she said confidently. Irma smiled and ran off.
"Cool, good luck and stay outta trouble," she stopped and turned back to Amy. "And remember, no improvising!" she repeated and ran off. Amy ran to the edge of the sidewalk, but stopped when the cars started moving.
"Isn't Snowflake supposed to be at the ceremony?" Snowy asked, popping from her blouse.
"Yeah, but Amelia needs to be at the school first," Amy said, jerking at the school with her thumb.
"It's a ceremony in your honor," Snowy said happily.
"And it's my honor that's at stake right now," she said worriedly. "I'll be in and out there in five minutes!" she said and ran into the school. "We'll be at the ceremony in no time!"
During the ceremony, everyone was taking pictures of Nightblade while he waved happily at them. Xever stepped to him nerviously.
"Excuse me, Nightblade, but Snowflake is not in here," he said, still having the lollipop in his mouth.
"Don't worry about Snowflake, I'm sure she'll be here any minute," he assured him, sitting on the surprise. "I can handle this situation alone for now. I'm the one in charge anyway, you know?" he said with a small hint of pride. Xever pulled out the picture of the newspaper and scratched his cheek.
"I just want Snowflake to auotograph this photo," he said. He couldn't help but starting daydreaming. "She is so brave, so smart, the way she always saves everyone," Nightblade gave him a slight jealous look. He was the one to have the crush on Snowflake, not him.
"Perhaps the ceremony should start," the Mayor called out. "Snowflake might come over here faster,"
"Please, just one more minute, Mayor Rosenberg," Xever pleaded and turned back to his photo. "She will come, I can feel it," he murmured to himself in hope.
Amy hid behind the school door frame. Then tip toed from the entrance of the gym. She stealthly walked to the boys' dressing room and entered. But there was a small problem. There were plenty lockers.
"Oh, boy," Snowy complained. Amy held her head with both hands.
"Which one's his?!" she asked in a whisper.
"If you call him, his phone will ring," he suggested. Amy beamed and pulled out her phone from her satchel.
"Nice, Snowy," she congratulated. She dialed Leo. She heard a ring and ran to the other side of the dressing room. She placed her head over each locker, looking for Leo's phone. 'Come on, come on, where is it?'
Mayor Rosenberg stepped to the crowd.
"It's only proper for New York to pay on it who those to protect us from evil," he anouced. He moved aside as the sheet fell, revealing a golden statue of Snowflake in a heroic pose with her yo-yo out, Nightblade in another pose where he was on his knees cooly and she was over his shell. "Snowflake and Nightblade!" Nightblade was waving at the crowd. Xever glanced at his statue. He drooped. He had been working so hard to make such good statue, only for Snowflake to miss it.
Amy was still searching for Leo's locker.
"Hurry, the ceremony it's almost over!" Snowy called out. Amy kept listening to the lockers, until she found the one that belonged to Leo.
"Here it is!" she said, beaming. She tried opening it, but she couldn't. "Ah, it's locked up!" she exclaimed fearfully. Snowy crossed through the door easily and then opened it.
"Ta-da!" he said happily. Amy beamed and opened his backpack, looking for Leo's phone.
Everyone left Central Park, except for Nightblade and Xever. Nightblade leaned his arm over Xever's shoulder.
"The statue is awesome, though you missed something," he said and leaned on his ear. "I'm actually taller than Snowflake," he whispered to him. Xever looked down sadly.
"Snowflake did not show up," he mumbled sadly. "I just wanted to... show my admiration for her. Letting know that everything I had went to her statue. I am sure that if she took a little time to get to know me, she would see how much we have in common, our devoction for things we love," he said while daydreaming. Nightblade gave Xever a stealthy and wary look. But then, an idea crossed his mind. He surrounded his neck with one arm.
"Hey, I don't mean to burst your bubble, but, you know? Snowflake and I... are a thing, you know?" he asked with pride.
"Really?" Xever asked sadly.
"Yeah... we're like this," he said and crossed his fingers, showing Xever a satisfied grin. Xever grunted and let go of him, walking away.
"What does Snowflake see in him?" he asked to himself. Nightblade, to his own point of view, was some show-off and jealous reptile who had no right of being with someone as awesome, smart and heroic as Snowflake. That was simply not fair.
Snowflake was supposed to be for him.
And not for Nightblade.
All students in school were already walking back to the dressing room. But Amy couldn't erease the message. The phone had an unlock pattern for mobile. And she didn't know which one it was! She tried doing a pattern in an 'L'.
Didin't work.
Up and diagonally.
Didn't work either.
Snowy floated to her.
"They're coming!" he whispered anxiously. "Leave the phone!"
"I still haven't ereased the message!" she said, still trying to find the right pattern.
"We're running outta time and we're getting late to the ceremony, we gotta go!"
With no other choice, Amy closed the locker and ran to the door, standing next to it. All boys opened the door abruptly and entered. Though she was hit with it. She got off the wall a little dizzy and rubbed her head. 'I gotta go before Leo or anyone else sees me!'
She stealthly walked out the dressing room and ran out of the school. Meanwhile, Nightblade jumped to the school's roof, which was an open space in the gym, and jumped down. The dressing room door opened, revealing Leo with a sly look, back in his fencing uniform. He walked inside, whistling innocently, opened his locker, took his backpack, shut it closed and walked away calmly.
In Xever's art store, he had Snowflake's picture on his desk, looking at it angrily.
"A thing, huh?" he asked angrily. "You do not even take love seriously! Calling it 'a thing'!" he snarled. He glanced at a sculpture of Nightblade's head. "You do not desserve her," he hit it and it fell off the table. "I do!" he said and rest his hands on the table. It was official... he didn't dislike Nightblade.
He envied Nightblade. Even worse.
Hated him.
Shredder's sliding doors from his window opened. All the white butterflies started fluttering around him.
"Disapointed by Snowflake and jealous of Nightblade," he said. "That is the perfect formula for disaster," he said, clentching his fist. He extended his palm, allowing a butterfly to land softly on it. He covered the butterfly carefully, surounding it with black magic. He removed his hand, the buterfly already a black and purple akuma. "Fly away, my little akuma. And evilize him!" he ordered. The akuma fluttered out of the window, making its way to find Xever.
Xever took the photo on his hands and wrinkled it tightly. The akuma fluttered into the art store from a window and entered the photo. Xever looked up, his face red in anger and an akuma-shapped mask on his face.
"Hello, Turtle Trick, I am the Shredder," he greeted. "Once you get rid of Nightblade, you can take his place and Snowflake will be yours forever," he tempted. Xever smirked.
"I am now carving for some lettuce," he said playfully, but still evilly. Dark magic started surounding him.
Leo was in his room, looking desperately for his phone.
"Where is it?!" he asked to himself. Someone suddenly came to his mind. He looked at one of the three screens of his computer, right where Slash was sitting and looked at him with a glare and angry pout.
"What are you looking at? I didn't eat it," he retorted and crossed his arms. Leo gave him a wary look. "I swear!" Leo decided to drop it. Besides, Slash couldn't be dumb enough to eat a phone. Maybe his phone fell off his backpack in his room. He grabed a line phone and dialed his mobile number. Whoever had his phone was gonna listen to him.
Amy was sitting on her bed, trying to un-lock the phone.
"How do you listen to messages on this... ?" her eyes widened when she saw a picture of the Oroku mansion as a describber of the number. If she answered the phone, Leo would discover that she stole it! Well, she'd actually say 'borrow it', but it was still the same. "It's Leo! He's looking for his phone!" she dropped the phone on the mattress and backed away until she felt the wall against her back. "What if he tracks it?! He'll figure out I took his phone!" she exclaimed. A picture of Amy and Leo sad in anime style popped in front of her. "I'll be arrested and then spend the rest of my life in jail!" exclaimed worriedly, holding her head. There was also a picture of the authorities taking her to jail and her counting the leftover days of her life with a spoon. "And worse, I'll never get to go to the movies with Leo!" the pictures changed to Leo flopping on a chair in the movies, munching on popcorn while she was trying to get close to him, but was caught back by the authorities. She flopped on the bed, hidding her face in a pillow. Snowy floated to her and comforted her.
"Whoa, Amy, you really need to get your priorities in order," he said calmly. Amy lifted her face.
"I know," she answered. "But, sometimes, it feels imposible to balance being Amelia and being Snowflake," she whinned and flopped her head back.
"Hey, it's Leo's voice-mail, leave a message," Leo heard from the line phone. He sighed in irritation and hung up.
"I might have dropped it at the gym," he mumbled. He took Slash, who was about to eat a Brussels sprout, ran downstaris and to his limousine driver.
In the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Nightblade, or Turtle Trick to be exact, stepped inside, making everyone inside it gasp in amusement. He looked exactly like Nightblade! Turtle Trick was smirking evilly and chewing on a lollipop. Everyone started taking pics and recording him. He got close to one of the exhibitions protected by a cord. It had the School of Athens painting on the wall. He passed over the cord and grabbed the painting.
"Don't mind me, I'm just stealing this painting. Go back to your buisness," he assured. An alarm started buzzing and one of the guards grabbed him by his shoulder. He smirked, grabbed his wrist, sweeped his leg, kicked him and threw him to the ground. Everyone gasped in horror. Some people recorded Turtle Trick with the painting on his hands.
Leo sat in boredom in his luxurious car while the gorilla-looking man drived.
"And there's some last minute news, there's been a spectacular robbery at the Met," said the woman from the radio news. Leo got curious and turned on a screen on the back of the driver's seat. It showed the news reporter with light brown wavy hair, chocolate brown eyes, tanned skin, a white shirt under a blue wool jacket, blue jeans and black shoes. "This video shows with no doubt that the thief is none other than the famous hero, Nightblade," a picture of Turtle Trick doing the peace symbol appeared next to her. Leo's eyes widened. When had he ever stole the Met?! Screen changed to the security video of Turtle Trick taking the School of Athens.
"This painting is turtle-tastic!" said Turtle Trick from TV and ran away.
"'Turtle-tastic'?!" he asked confused. That didn't make any sense! He hadn't been Nightblade ever since the statue ceremony! The Gorilla man parked in front of the school. Leo kicked the door open and ran inside school. "I gotta show them that's a fake!" he yelled to himself. "A terrible fake!" right after Leo entered, he jumped off the school roof as Nightblade. If he wanted answers, he'd have to get them himself.
Leo's phone was on Amy's desktop. She had protection glasses and blue kitchen mittens on. She cleaned the phone's screen with the mitten and poked it with a swab. The swab slipped off her handand accidentally hit Snowy, who was on the desktop as well. Amy got up and drooped with a sigh.
"Of course Leo would buy one of these super expensive high-tech smartphones," she said sadly. "I can't even figure how to work this thing," she complained. Snowy floated up to her.
"Maybe it'd be easier if you took off those silly mittens?" he suggested.
"And risk leaving finger-prints?!" she asked in disbelief. "No way!" her phone starter ringing and she took it. Since she couldn't answer the call with her hands, she pressed the 'answer' button with her nose. Irma's face appeared on the screen as a video-call.
"Problem fixed?" Irma asked.
"Almost," she said with a giggle. "Still haven't ereased the message, but I'm working on it as we speak," she answered. Irma's eyes widened, but still smiled.
"No way!" she exclaimed. "You snatched his phone?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes," she answered. "I mean, no! I mean, I was planning to give it back to him," she said nerviously. "Where are you? I could use some help," Irma shook her head.
"No can do," she said. She was standing behind the police cordon, right in the Met. "I'm waiting for specific tips on the Met for the Nightblade robbery," she answered. Amy's eyes widened.
"What?!" she asked in disbelief. "Somebody robbed Nightblade?!"
"No, girl," she said. "Didn't you hear? Nightblade stole the School of Athens!" she exclaimed. "In bright daylight! Snowflake's gonna turn back for sure and I won't miss it! Just cool off and I'll be over later," she answered. Amy pouted.
"Okay," she said and hung up. She placed her phone down. "Nightblade is a lot of things, but thief isn't one of them," she said in determination. She pulled off her mittens and protection glasses. "Time to transform!" Amy's earing gleamed as she brushed a bang off her left ear.
"Snowy, Paws On!" she exclaimed, flying her head up. Snowy twirled a little and entered her earing, making it gleam and a five-armed light blue snowflake appeared. She brushed a hand through her eyes, making a white and fluffy mask that only covered her eyes appear. Then she passed her hands through her head, making two ice bear ears appear on her head. She extended her left hand, making a long white sleeve appear, ending up in an ice bear paw-shapped glove with a pom pom on her wrist. She spun a little, making her suit be completely white, except for some light blue high-light on the sides of her legs, hips, torso and collarbone and a bigger pom pom on the back of her hips. As she spun, a white yo-yo with the same design of her earings appeared on her hips. She shook her head to the side and her green bow changed to a white and fluffy hairband with light blue glitter and the tips of her hair changed to white, still having a little blonde. She twirled around and did a spin before she raised her leg up with her arms and ended up with her final pose, standing up with an arm streched out and the other one on her hip. Her snowflake symbol appeared behind her.
In the Met, all the army forces were having a lookout around the place. Nightblade jumped on one of the marble statues of the Met. The soldiers pulled out their police tantos.
(A/N: In case you don't know it, the police officers use tantos when someone comits a crime. Yeah, that's right, I'm educating you... anyway, in case you didn't understand, they use tantos ever since a few decades)
Nightblade raised his hands in deffense.
"Whoa, easy, crocs, you got the wrong reptile!" he soothed. "That guy's an impostor, I'm the real Nightblade," an officer stood in front of the other officers. He held up a hand in signal to lower their weapons and they did so. The officer had pale skin, black hair and brown eyes. He also wore a police uniform with the typical police hat. Nightblade jumped down the marble decorations and to the police officer. His badge said Rudolph. Nightblade placed his hands on his hips. "Lemme check where the robbery took place, I have a thing for finding clues," he said proudly and punched Rudolph's chest. "You know, animal instincts," he said. The officer gave him a wary look but then smirked.
"Of course, come with me," Rudolph said. "Thanks for your help, Nightblade,"
Rudolph lead him to the section of European Art, right where the robbery of the School of Athens had happened. Nightblade started walking around, until he spotted something.
A lollipop stick.
He picked it up and analized it.
From behind him, Rudolph, who was standing behind the door frame, pressed a button in a remote and cage doors with bars slid down and locked him in the section. Nightblade ran to the cage and grabbed the bars.
"Hey! I'm the real Nightblade!" he called out. "I'm way craftier than that guy!" he retorted. Rudolph pulled out a walkie-talkie.
"Turtle's in the fishbowl, I repeat: turtle's in the fishbowl," he said.
Nightblade gritted his teeth. Now he really was in trouble.
Snowflake was swinging her yo-yo, moving around the city. She stopped over a building in front of the Met. She jumped down and stepped to the Mayor.
"Mr. Mayor, this is ridiculous," she told him. "I'm sure there's a simple explination!" Rudolph stepped to Snowflake and the Mayor.
"Turtle's in the fishbowl, Snowflake," he said. 'I'm not gonna stay here, letting you accusing my friend for something he didn't do!'
"I'm gonna go... " she tried getting close to the Met, but Rudolph placed a hand on her chest.
"Nah, nah, Snowflake, leave it to the experts," he retorted proudly. "We got it under control," Snowflake blinked but then glared at him with an angry pout.
'That's not fair!'
Nightblade pulled out his katana, already with the black and green magic emanating from it and slashed the bars. The bars got rusty, he took a few steps back and kicked the bars open. He ran down some stair, but when he reached the Egyptian art seccion, many soldiers with tantos and shield were waiting for him. They hit their tantos against their shields. Nightblade grinned and bowed.
"Thanks for the warm hospitality, but I gotta run," he said and looked up. He secretly pulled out his stick. "So, I'll just say this one more time," he pressed a button and the stick became longer. "You've got the wrong reptile!" he snarled. He jumped up and spun his stick a little for the hitting the officers with it like in a hockey match.
Rudolph got a call from his walkie-talkie and picked up.
"Nightblade is gettin' away!" one of the officers yelled through-out the talkie. 'Okay, I've had enough!' Snowflake started running inside the Met, Rudolph following behind. They reached the Egyptian art seccion, finding all the officers down.
"Well, if he's so innocent, why is he running away?" he asked Snowflake angrily.
"Well, if you were wrongly in prision, wouldn't you run?" she retorted.
Nightblade kept on running on the rooftops. He hid behind a balcony and pulled out his stick. He pressed a button and dialed Snowflake.
Snowflake felt a vibration coming out of her yo-yo. Rudolph was requesting assistance from his walkie-talkie. She backed away slowly as she ran up-stairs the Met. She grabbed her yo-yo, pressed a button and Nightblade's face appeared on a screen that divided both sides of the yo-yo.
"Nightblade, what's going on?!" she asked.
"You know I'm inocent, don't you, bearie-boo?" he asked her playfully. She gave him a blank look.
"Stop playing around and calling me 'bearie-boo', this is serious buisness!" she exclaimed.
"I'm gonna find that culprit, save my shell and... " he heard something that made his eyes widen. A helicopter.
A police helicopter.
Snowflake ran out of the Met, only to see Nightblade being chased around the rooftops by two police helicopters. Rudolph came out of the met too and stepped to her.
"Aren't you gonna go after him?" he asked in disbelief. Snowflake smiled sheepishly.
"Um... I'll leave it to the expperts," she said, pulled out her yo-yo and swung away, chasing the helicopters.
Nightblade ran down a subway station, about 10 police patrols crashing against it. From another subway station, Leo, back into his normal self, walked out of it, whistling innocently. Once he got away from the patrols, he hid behind a big tree for then opening his jacket, where Slash with a sprout was hidden.
"If you want my opinion, I'd say the thief was akumatized," he said with his husky voice for then throwing the sprout into his mouth.
"That much I figured," he said and showed him that lollipop stick. "See that lollipop stick?" then someone came to his mind... "The sculptor... how didn't I see all that jealousy coming a mile away?" he asked to himself.
"Yours or his?" Slash asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"Ha ha, so funny," he said, pushed Slash inside and ran away.
Leo, back transformed into Nightblade, found the art store that belonged to Xever. Though it looked more like a warehouse to him. He jumped down, up to the glass roof and saw something that gave him the main clue.
Sketches of Snowflake in painting sizes.
"Gotcha, Turtle Trick," he murmured. He found a window and jumped inside and hid behind a column.
Whenever he found Turtle Trick, was gonna have such a beatdown.
Snowflake jumped to another building, until her yo-yo buzzed again. She pulled it out, Nightblade's face on the screen.
"Nightblade, where are you?!" she asked desesperately.
"I found him," he said with a frown.
"Who?"
"My Turtle Trick," he answered. Snowflake just kept on running.
"I don't understand you," she said.
"If you've been here this morning, you'd know what I am talking about," he answered in a whisper.
"Well, where are you?"
"I won't tell you. This is between me and him," he answered. He spotted a letter over a bronze sculpture with the shape of a tortoise. The letter had the seal of a turtle's shell. "I got myself into this mess and now I'm gonna get myself out," he answered, grabbed the letter and hung up.
"Night? Night!" she exclaimed. She decided to drop it. She hung up as well and tracked Nightblade's position by his stick. The map showed his insignia of where he was located. 'I better hurry up before he gets hurt or does something stupid'
Nightblade opened the leter and what he read confused him.
"Turtle's in the soup pot?" he read confused. He looked up from the letter and the box where the sculpure of the tortiose crashed open, traping him in very long handcuffs. He grunted. He had one too many turtle tricks for one day. He pulled out his stick and pressed the shell-shapped button, for then invocating the black and green sphere of magic, threw his katana to the other hand and the magic stared emanating from the blade. "Cataclysm!" he was about to slash the chain when a hand came behind him and made him stab a piece of wood.
It was Turtle Trick. In the flesh.
Turtle Trick let him go and backed away, right when Nightblade was trying to kick him.
"I don't get what Snowflake sees in you, a dork who fell so easily into my trap," he said proudly He even had Nightblade's exact same voice. Nightblade tried swinging his sword and him, but then noticed it wasn't in his hand anymore. "Looking for this?" Turtle Trick asked, holding his katana. "Which one should I use? My one?" he pulled down another stick, exactly like Nigtblade's, and turned it into a katana. "Or my one?" Nightblade's stick started buzzing and Turtle Trick picked up. "Snowflake, hurry up, I got the impostor, at Xever Montes' art warehouse,"
"I'll be there in 30 seconds!" she answered, still running.
"Don't come here, Snowflake! It's a trap!" Nightblade yelled. Snowflake couldn't hear more than 'Don't come here'. Turtle Trick smirked and stepped closer to him.
"Too late, Night," he retorted proudly. "Snowflake's coming right away, which was my plan all along," he said.
"She won't fall for it, she know me too well!" he answered proudly.
"I know you well too," Turtle Trick answered, making Nightblade's gaze worry. He pulled out his photo of Snowflake and looked at it. The paper was purple now. "And from now on, she will love me, not you!" he snarled, pointing at him with the katana. Leo cringed.
"Love me?" he asked in disbelief, but then thought. He could find a way out by making him mad. He pushed the katana away. "You're right, she loves me. That's why she'll be able to reveal your true identity,"
The akuma mask appeared on Turtle Trick's face as he heard Shredder's voice inside his head.
"Turtle Trick, stop this nonsense and give me Nightblade's miraculous," he ordered. Turtle Trick gritted his teeth and put the picture in his pocket for then closing the zipper. Turtle Trick turned the katana back into a stick, made it longer and sweeped it around Nightblade's feet, making him fall to the ground. He sit over Nightblade's chest and grabbed his right hand, where his miraculous was. Right when he wwas about to grab the ring, he heard a swing.
Snowflake's yo-yo string swinging.
Turtle Trick gasped and Nightblade smiled.
Snowflake did a front flip and landed gracfully on the ground for then running at them.
"There you are," said Turtle Trick. He could swear he saw a pink and yellow backround full of bubbles behind her as she ran. Snowflake stepped to them but then she was confused. Two Nightblades in the same place?
"Nightblade... he... he really looks like you," she said confused. 'Okay, this day can't get any weirder'
"That's because I am me!" Nightblade retorted.
"Where's his akuma?" she asked. Turtle Trick pointed to the ring.
"Inside his ring, obviously," he said proudly. "Take it," he held Nightblade's wrist to Snowflake. She kneeled down.
"Snowflake is doing all the work for us?" asked the Shredder to himself. "What a sweet irony,"
When Snowflake was about to grab Nightblade's ring, this one lost another oe of his shell-ridges. Only there were three left. Snowflake gasped.
"He even has the same powers as you," she said amused.
"Crazy, right?" Turtle Trick asked.
"If you don't believe in the real Nightblade, ask him about our love for eachother," Nightblade whispered to her. Her gaze turned more confused than it already was. "Have I ever lied to you, bearie-boo?" he asked softly and playfully with a wink. Snowflake gasped softly. 'This is the real Nightblade... and that's the impostor' Snowflake dropped Nightblade's hand and got close to Turtle Trick, their noses almost touching.
"I hope you didn't tell him about us," she said with a smirk. Turtle Trick's eyes widened.
"What... ?" he stammered.
"That we're... you know, we made a secret promise," she asked playfully and poked his nose. 'I can't believe I'm doing this myself right now!'
"Uh... yes, of course," he answered nerviously. Snowflake smirked.
"We never made such dumb promise... Turtle Trick!" she got up, and pointed her index finger at him accusingly. Turtle Trick shook his head and scowled.
"I love you, Snowflake!" he said, placing a hand on his chest. "And I'm way better than this dorky sewer reptile!" he grabbed Nightblade bu the shoulders and shook him.
"Sorry, but liars are loosers," she said with a hint of pride. "Nightblade might annoy me to pieces, but he's never lied to me,"
"Thanks for the compliment... I think," Nightblade answered and smirked. He brought his legs up to his chest and kicked Turtle Trick on the chest, making him back away. Turtle Trick did a few backflips before landing gracefully and the akuma mask appeared back on his face.
"Turtle Trick, do it now, take his miraculous," Shredder ordered inside his head.
"If I can't have you, then nobody can!" he pulled out his stick, turning it in a katana after pressing the button and the black and green magic started emanating from it. "Cataclysm!" Snowflake smirked and pulled out her yo-yo.
"Let's wrap this up," she said. She threw her yo-yo up. "Lucky Charm!" she exclaimed. Her yo-yo spun, making small snowflakes come out of it. The snowflakes created a white spoon with light blue snowflakes printed on it. "A spoon? What am I actually supposed to do with this?" she asked confused. Trutle Trick smirked and ran up to them, gripping the katana tight. Snowflake thought fast and grabbed the chains where Nightblade was trapped. She held them in front of Nightblade, and when Turtle Trick swinged his sword, he destroyed the handcuffs where Nightblade was trapped. Before he could even react, Nightblade kicked Turtle Trick away, making him crash against a wall.
"Exellent job, my lady," thanked Nightblade. Snowflake winked.
"Where's his akuma?" she asked.
"Sure it's in his pocket," he said and made a stance. "Let's take it," he said, gritting his teeth. Turtle Trick chuckles evilly.
"You're gonna change back before me!" he said. He pulled out both sticks and turned them into katanas. Nightblade ran up to him and kicked him, but Turtle Trick threw him away. Snowflake jumped over him, before Nightblade could even crash against her. She threw her yo-yo at Turtle Trick, but he blocked the strike with both katanas, hitting the yo-yo away. Snowflake spun in the air and attacked him. She first kicked him a few times, but then jumped over him and stood on a beam.
"He's pretty good," she mumbled. Nightblade tried punching him, but Turtle Trick kicked him away. Nightblade flipped a little and landed on his knees.
"You don't need to rub it in, you know?" he asked with a frown.
"I told you I was better than him," Turtle Trick said with pride. Snowflake threw her yo-yo at one of the katanas and pulled her yo-yo for then grabbing the sword.
"But I am better than both of you," she said. She tossed the katana at Nightbalde and he caught it. Nightblade smirked and started clashing swords with Turtle Trick. He was even using his fencing moves he learned at school. Turtle Trick did a swing and both swords flew away and nailed against the ground. Without their swords, they started wrestling hand to hand. Snowflake jumped down and frontflipped for then landing gracefully on the floor. When Nightblade was about to throw Turtle Trick a punch, Snowflake threw her yo-yo and trapped his wrist.
"Hey, it's me!" Nightblade complained.
"He's lying!" Turte Trick called out. "I'm the real Nightblade!" but, of course, Snowflake couldn't tell who was who, since they were exactly like eachother! She groaned.
"Now you're both annoying me to pieces!" she exclaimed. She pointed a finger at them. "Show me your rings!" she ordered. "How many ridges do you have left?" Nightblade smirked and showed her his ring.
Only one shell-ridge. Turtle Trick hid his. Snowflake pulled back her yo-yo and released Nightblade.
"Nightblade, punch attack!" she ordered. Nightblade smirked.
"I love a good reptile fight," he murmured and attacked Turtle Trick again. Snowflake looked at her spoon. There had to be something that she could use it with. She used her Snow Vision and spotted something. Nightblade's sword, a beam, her yo-yo and the spoon. She grabbed the sword and turned it back into a long stick, for then grabbing duct tape. She cut a piece of tape and attached the yo-yo to the stick, twisted the spoon and put the handle of the spoon in the edge of the yo-yo string.
"Time to go akuma-fishing!" she said, showing what she had made. A home-made fishing rod. Nightblade punched Turtle Trick one more time, before he lunged for Nightblade. Nightblade layed on his shell against the floor and, when Turtle Trick lunged for him he held him with both legs. Turtle Trick blinked in confusion and Nightblade winked at him.
Snowflake threw her home-made fishing rod over the beam and the spoon grabbed Turtle Trick by his belt. Nightblade opened the zipper of his suit and Snowflake pulled the rod, lifting Turtle Trick in the air. She jumped up to him, surrounded the beam one more time, grabbed the photo of her and landed on the floor for then ripping it. She dropped the pieces and the akuma fluttered out of the photo. Snowflake brought her yo-yo to her right hand.
"No more evil doing for you, little akuma," she declared. She passed all her five fingers on her yo-yo, making it open in five ridges, each over every arm of the sowflake. The ridges retrieved inside the yo-yo, creating a bluish light from inside. She made it swing rapidly and raised a leg. "Time to purify!" she exclaimed happily. She threw her yo-yo and caught the darkened butterfly. She pressed a button and released the butterfly. "Bye bye, little butterfly," she said with a smile. She took the spoon from the rod and threw it in the air. "Miraculous Snowflake!" she exclaimed. Snow flew aroung the city as it was cleaning everything. The School of Athens came back where it belonged, the photo was fixed and Nightblade caught Xever from falling to the ground.
Nightblade placed him on the ground as Snowflake stepped to both of them.
"Nice catch," she congratulated him.
"I'm glad you can tell the right shell from the fake one," Nightblade answered.
"Once I figured out which shell was really in love with me, it was a piece of cake," she said and Nightblade blushed. He heard a 'beep' and glanced at his ring.
"Better help the guy out, his crush just got crushed," he said and ran, but then stopped. "Thank makes two of us," he mumbled and jumped out of a window. Xever looked around confused.
"What am I doing here?" he asked and then looked up, seeing Snowflake. "Snowflake?" he asked impressed. Snowflake gave him his photo back.
"I'm sorry I couldn't make it this morning, Xever," she apologized. Xever, still wide-eyed, pulled out a pen from his jacket.
"Can you autograph it for me?" he asked hopefully. Snowflake smiled gently and took the pen.
"Of course I can!" she said and drew something on she side of the picture. "You really are a true artist, completely capture my esence," she flattered. The drawing was her insignia with a small heart besides it.
"Thank you, Snowflake," he said, but then looked down. "And do not worry, I know about you and Nightblade, it is okay," he said. Snowflake blinked in confusion.
'Me... and Nightblade?'
Nightblade jumped over his car and entered the dressing room as Leo. He looked down the seats, over the lockers, but he didn't find his phone. He walked back to the car and entered it.
"I couldn't find it," he said and crossed his arms.
"If you wish to hear you message again, press 1. If you wish to erase your message, press 2," said the voicemail. Amy glanced at Irma and she nodded. Amy smiled and pressed 2. "Your message has been ereased,"
"You know what?" Amy asked. "I'm gonna tell him I found his phone. That would be a good way of starting a conversation with him for then inviting him to the movies," she said. Irma smiled.
"That's my girl," she said and they both high-fived.
"Maybe you dropped it somewhere?" Mikey asked, sitting besides Leo.
"Well, if I did, who ever has it, found it in the boys dressing room," Leo complained and pulled out his notebook from his backpack. "I was checking my voicemail during Fencing classes,"
Irma signaled Amy to do it. She opened her pink backpack and pulled out Leo's phone. She stealthly put it in his backpack, but also made it fall to the floor. She quickly sit back on her place and Leo turned around to pick up his backpack, but then noticed something. His phone had fell from there.
"What in the... ?" he picked his phone up and smiled. "I looked in here about 1000 times!" he said happily. Mikey rested his head over his hands.
"You need some time off, dude," Mikey suggested. "I know! Let's go to the movies tonight!" Irma leaned closer and smirked.
"Hey, boys, mind if we girls join you too?" she asked.
"Sure thing, dudette," Mikey answered. Amy squealed softly and placed her hands on her cheeks as she looked at Leo. He smiled at her and she squealed in joy.
She was finally to spend time with Leo. Of course, not both of them alone... but we always need to start with small steps to do great things.
Kun: Yay! I finally finished! Hope you liked it! Wait for the rest of my updates, I'm gonna start school in March (TT_TT) and I need to practise Maths and Physics for then inscribing in school without a problem. Besides, as I said above, I'd explain you why I've been depressed: My dad had a stroke not too long ago and couldn't speak clearly. And I had to go see him most of the days. He's finally better and back at home, but still needs special treatment. He has the same ill as Stephen Hawking, so he's in an asylum, but he's holding up. If I ever take that long to update, it's because of that, or because I got slack :'v
Anyway, b-bye!