To start a war
Summary: To start a war you need a plan, food supplies, weapons and an army along with some sort of heir. It's a shame the heir makes too much more sense for the old rat that surrendering now is a good thing. (One-shot's)
Prolong
It was probably because that old rat had kidnapped his son. It was probably because that mutant freak was allowed to live that caused this conflict between him and his wife. His son was kidnapped that statement as a whole was not welcomed whatsoever, kidnapping was not allowed as far as the Saki clan was concerned. Meaning what? This was the cause of this war.
"Find your brother," the Shredder order.
His oldest child Karai moved in from out of the shadows after she draw back her sword. The second oldest Leonardo moved in along with the third oldest Raphael and last, but not last Donatello the smartest of the siblings moved in. No, fool was going to dare take the youngest of the Saki line away from him especially a mutual animal freak of a rat.
"Bring him home."
"Hai, sensei."
And, so the Saki clan moved in swiftly through out the night jumping over roof top from roof top using their speed and their skill sets to their advantages. Using their tracking skills that was taught to them by their mother they went looking for the youngest of the clan the heir of the clan and their brother of the clan who was seen MIA. Missing in action.
Chapter 1 the conversation
The old rat pulled at his long pointed bread and Michelangelo hummed to himself as he waited for the old rat next moved. He looked close to human wearing that brown robe of his and standing tall with a walking cane.
"I bet you stole that from the streets," said Mikey. "Not cool man. Stealing not cool at all."
The man of the rat didn't say anything, but stood there humming as if wondering what to do with a teenager human. He's got the boy, but now what? The old rat clearly didn't think through with his plan which is probably a good thing. Luck must be on his side today.
"So, you're a rat. Part human and part rat?"said Mikey for it was short Michelangelo. "I'm the lucky one I'm fully human. So, what do you think of that?"
The rat kept humming to himself completely lost in thought.
"Lost in thought, eh old man? This is fair. This is fair. I would be too especially if you have to deal with someone such as myself. Yar know, far too good looking for the mutant in front of him. Just to let you know."
The old rat glared at this giving him a look as if to say, he would never dare do such a thing, never dare do such a thing at all. Mikey on the other hand knew the old rat was lied through his teeth.
"Okay, so you've got a heir. Now, what?" Mikey wonder.
"I shall start war," said the old rat not at all being very wise about the matter.
"You want to start war," Mikey said blankly. "Well, that's a good start on what you want to do with your time. But who's your army? Because my father the Shredder. He can you know? Shredde you to bits."
"This is true," said the rat. "This is very true. But that is beside the point I shall start war on New York."
"With whom and with what?"
"I'm starting to feel as if you're trying to gain more information out of me?"asked the rat.
"What? Old man, nah please. Get out of town, yar crazy. I would never," he let out a fake laugh. And, then smiled. "Okay, maybe. Maybe I would. But what have you got against it old man? You're rat that can get beaten by me if you untied me."
"Ah, but you're not untied there for I cannot get beaten by you there for I shall not there for your logic makes no sense," said the old rat. The teen stared blankly at the rat. "So, for that reason I think you shall not nor well ever be untied until this war is over at least. Then we shall see who is still standing. Me, the master of fighting arts or you a child."
"And, let the only reason why you got me down here in the first place is because you knocked me on the back of the head and dragged me down to the swears. In other words you caught be unexpected terms making you a dishonourable fighter."
"And, let I still won," the old rat laughed. "Huh."
"…"was the silent response of Michelangelo. "Okay, you make a good point. Sort of. But come on dude, you can't start war between two clans. Where's your army going to come from?"
"I shall form one."
"Your weapons?"
"We shall make them."
"Your food supplied?"
"I shall think that war between us is not a good idea."
"Oh, good. Meaning?"
"I shall let you go for now. For your common sense hurts my brain," said the old rat.
And, so Michelangelo was let lose and he was let go and reunited with his siblings who was glad to have him back.
