A/n: I'm eating mangoes! Okay, okay. On with the story.
Part 2 of Fruit Ninjas.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used.
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Sticky, Juicy and Wet
A slow dripping of juice from the cieling was the only sound that could be heard in the echoing silence. The walls were decorated with splatters of various colours, the blotchy marks appearing as splash-shaped stamps. A few weapons laid on the floor, haphazardly scattered with their racks stained and wet while the dojo floor was covered in pieces of fruits, peelings, pulps and juice.
The boys watched as their father's gaze moved from one thing to the next, eyes darkening more and more at each point, before he turned back to his sons, his intense glare speaking volumes.
Leo stepped forth, his hands slightly raised(as if that would somehow calm his father down) and looking as nervous as one could possibly get.
"S-Sensei, I can explain."
"Indeed, explain. Please explain to me why you boys have Turned The Dojo INTO A WARZONE?!"
They flinched again, completely terrified now that they've heard their father's 'Red Alert Voice' as Mikey had named it. In his head, Mikey saluted his brother for the heroic deed of talking to their father. 'May He, Hamato Leonardo, Rest In Peace once this is over. He will forever be remembered as the brave one, his memory never leaving our hearts.'
Fortunately, Leo was oblivious to Mikey's thoughts and prayers.
"W-Well... you see, I- we- uhh... " he sighed, lowering his head, "It's my fault, Sensei. I gave the permission for playing real life version of Fruit Ninja."
The other three stared at their big brother in shock, who had decided to take the blame on himself. Knowing him, it shouldn't have been much of a surprise but taking the heat for something this big, in which they all played a part? That was borderline ridiculous!
Shaking his head, Raph spoke up, glaring at his idiotic twin, "Your fault? Don't even start, Leo. I'm the one who guilt tripped you into agreeing, and let's not forget that Mikey came up with the idea."
"Yeah bro, you can't just take the whole blame on yourself..." Mikey too, had joined in.
"And besides, you wouldn't even have a reason to agree if I hadn't invented the launcher."
Yoshi felt a spark of pride ignite inside him as he observed his sons standing up for their brother but he quickly repressed the emotion from appearing, keeping his face strict. He was still very mad at them and they still needed to be thought a lesson.
"So what you're telling me, is that Michelangelo thought of it, Donatello built machine for it, Raphael was behind convincing his brother and Leonardo agreead to it? Even after being aware of the reason we ordered those fruits and knowing about the heirlooms placed in the dojo?!"
The all winced at the harsh tone, understanding what they had done. The four brothers had definitely messed up... big time!
"Yes, father." Leonardo mumbled guiltily, "We realize our mistake and we deserve to be punished... some."
"Hmmm..." Hamato Yoshi scruntinized his eldest son, his arms behind his back. "And what do you think would be a fitting punishment?"
Leo looked behind him at his brothers for some support, only to see them all whistling innocently and looking anywhere but him and dad, leaving him alone to face their pissed off Sensei... as usual.
He sent them a sour look and turned back to his father, rubbing the back of his neck as he became sheepish once again. "We should- um... clean up our mess?"
The ninja master crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Leonardo, "And?"
"And..." The blue-eyed ninja dropped his hand, his voice becoming resolute as he looked back up at his teacher, "And think about what we did."
A chorus of agreements came from his brothers and he frowned. So now they decided to speak?
"Very well then." Hamato Yoshi nodded, satisfied with the eldest's answer. "I expect this dojo to be spotless and perfectly arranged when I return in an hour. Is that clear?"
"Hai Sensei." They all spoke up in unison.
"Good... I shall be leaving now. There are a few matters I must attend to." Saying that, he left the dojo and slid the doors shut.
Nobody moved for a while, they stood frozen till they heard their father's footsteps slowly fade away into silence. That seemed like a huge weight off their shoulders and the boys breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"Do you guys feel like he had let us off too easy?"
"Don't think so." Donnie shrugged, answering his younger brother, "He didn't know we might use Vacy or he would've given us some other punishment."
"So... we're off the hook for now?" It was Raph who asked the question this time, still anxious about his father's anger because they all knew that he never lets anything off that easy and his punishments usually involve randori sessions or getting grounded for a week(which is terrible).
"Hopefully. As long as he doesn't find out about-"
The doors opened once again and their father stepped in with two ninjas who held a bunch of cleaning supplies. As the ninjas placed all the items on the floor in front of the boys, Yoshi calmly walked behind his intelligent son's machine and crouched to pick something up.
Their work done, the uniformed ninjas disappeared into the shadows and the four brothers were left gaping at the object Hamato Yoshi was holding. His face was neutral as he watched his sons for a moment, the little cleaning robot they had initially planned to use, now being held by their father.
"Since you four were planning to use Vacy for cleaning in your place, behind my back, I'm taking it with me."
Saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door, pausing at the entrance, "You have one hour."
The doors were closed shut and silence reigned once again, only to be broken by Donnie's voice. "Were we really that stupid to forget that dad's footsteps are always silent and he might be just tricking us?"
The four boys shared a wide-eyed look, just then realizing their foolish assumptions. Mikey's eyes fell on the cleaning supplies and then at the whole place they had to clean before looking at his brothers with a hesitant smile.
"Heh... It can't be that bad, right guys?"
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"I take back what I said. This is definitely bad... a lots and lots of bads!"
The youngest was hanging from the cieling, one hand holding his kusarigama chain and the other carrying a piece of cloth as he tried to wipe off the semi-dried juice from the smooth surface.
"This just won't get off! It's like, super-sticky or something!"
Donnie sighed as he soaked the mop he was holding before he forcefully swiped it across the floor. "Tell me about it."
"Owwww..." The blonde boy let go of the chain and dropped the rag, arms swaying limply in the air as he hung upside-down with his legs wrapped around the chain. "My poor sweet arms are about to fall off, and my legs too."
"Quit whining, knucklehead. Ya ain't the only one with tired limbs here."
"Easy for you to say, Raphie. You aren't the one who has to hang from the cieling to clean the cieling!"
"Ya think it's comfortable for me to stay balanced in the middle of a wall using shukos, and with one hand holding a wet rag?"
"Well, no. But it's soooo unfare to be-"
"Would you two meatheads shut it?!" The genius snapped, shoving the head of his spin mop in a bucket of detergent with a little too much force. "If you wanna play the blame game, blame Leo for picking the easiest cleaning job."
From the far side of the dojo, sitting cross-legged next to a bunch of weapons, the mentioned teen paused in his work and glared up at Donnie, "Hey! Cleaning the heirlooms and wiping the furniture is delicate work." He said defiantly, feeling the need to defend his choice, "Sensei wanted them to be spotless and without a scratch, and I didn't trust you guys to clean them gently without applying too much force in your scrubing."
"Sensei wanted the whole dojo to be spotless and without a scratch, Leo." Raph looked over his shoulder for only a second before turning back to harshly rub at the stains, "Even these Stupid, Damned Walls."
"But there won't be scratches on them like there could be on the heirlooms and furniture."
"Of course there can be, Bro! The paint on the walls can be scratched." Mikey stated as he swung around the place, still upside-down, like an acrobat performing in a circus.
"No, Mikey. It actually can't." Donnie spoke in his it's-important-to-be-accurate voice, not paying any attention to his baby brother's spectecular performance. "I specifically formulated that paint to withstand the disaster of wild, rambunctious ninjas."
"You are also included in those wild, rambunctious ninjas, Einstein."
"Not helping, Raph!"
Raph non-chalantly shrugged, ignoring his little brother's agitated glare, "Wasn't trying to help."
Donnie's whole face turned an angry red and Leo hid a smile behind the kamas he was cleaning as he saw his second youngest brother seething at Raph's words. He couldn't help but let out a tease of his own.
"See what I've been dealing with since birth?"
The eldest suddenly dodged to the left, avoiding Raph's wet rag with a barely contained grin. But unfortunately, his puffed cheeks gave it away and another random object was aimed his way which hit it's mark on the shoulder. All that did was make him laugh out in amusement. "Aww, what's the matter, baby bro? Angry that I picked the easiest cleaning job?"
Raph narrowed his eyes at Leo, half-heartedly glaring at his twin from his uncomfortable perch against the dojo wall.
"I hate you."
"Love you too."
"Hey bros?" Mikey suddenly spoke in a contemplative tone, his expression so serious that it took his elder brothers by surprise and they turned their full attention on him.
"What's wrong, Mike?"
He shifted his posture, bending his legs at the knees and both hands holding the Kusarigama chain as he hung from it, mimicking a perfect Spiderman pose. Pointing a finger at the bonsai(which was the only thing still intact), he gave them his famous, cute beaming smile, "Can we name him Groot?"
"Ya know what, Mikey?" The hothead jumped down and landed on the floor, slipping the shukos in his belt. "You should name it Groot! I totally support you on this one."
"Really?!" The hopeful grin of that adorable kid was all the convincing anyone needed.
"Really. And 'sides, it will piss Donnie off every time we say it." Raph grinned evilly at the brown-haired teen who just rolled his eyes with a sigh.
Mikey squealed and flipped down, landing on Raph's back and wrapping his arms around his neck, hugging the hothead from behind. "You're The Best!"
Leo smiled at their antics as he wiped the last weapon left to be cleaned and placed the small tanto next to the rest with a relieved sigh. "Finally... now just the furniture is left." He looked around at said furniture and groaned as he saw the large amount of it. "I need a break. Actually, we all need a break."
"First good thing you said all day, Fearless."
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry, ninth. My bad."
"Alright then." Leo stood up, stretching to get the kinks out after sitting in the same position for too long. "Ten minutes break, everyone."
"Yes! Finally!" Donnie put his mop away and fell back on the cleaned part of the floor, laying sprawled out with his eyes closed. "Ahh Freedom..."
Leo chuckled at this as he passed Donnie. He walked towards his other two brothers and moved to grab Mikey who was still clinging to Raph's back like a baby monkey.
Lifting the yougest by his underarms, he gently put him down and laid a hand on his shoulder. Seeing this, Raph crossed his arms with a frown, "Why did you put him down? He was enjoying the piggyback rides."
"Because, Raphael, it's my turn to spend time with Mikey."
"No way, Leo. You played with him yesterday."
"So did you!"
"Only for an hour!"
"Yeah. And then you designed invitation cards with him for the rest of the day!"
Unbeknownst to the arguing duo, the youngest had silently tiptoed away from there and lied down next to Donnie, cuddling against him. Without opening his eyes, Donnie wrapped an arm around the small shoulders and pulled his baby brother close, blocking out the bickering noises of the twins.
"Donnie?"
"Yeah?"
Mikey slightly raised his head to stare at his immediately elder brother with a questioning gaze, "What will you call your launcher machine? It needs a name."
"Hmm... I haven't really thought about that." The genious opened his eyes and turned his head to look at his little brother, giving Mikey a gentle smile. "Why don't you come up with a name for it?"
Beaming at the suggestion, he rested his head down on the elder's shoulder.
"How about 'Fruit Cannon 5000'?"
"You know what? I like it. 'Fruit Cannon 5000' it is."
A loud thud and scuffle was heard, reminding them both about the quarrel that had been going on in the background. The eldest two were trying to pin each other, both oblivious to the fact that the subject of their argument had slipped away and was cuddling next to Donnie.
"Should we tell them?"
"Nah. They'll figure it out... eventually."
After a few minutes of peaceful rest, an elbow suddenly hit Donatello, forcefully pulling him out of his beauty sleep. He bolted up, a string of angry complains on the tip of his tongue, ready to be released but froze at the scene before him, his glare switching into a look of confusion.
Next to him, pinned on the ground and shaking from laughter was his eldest brother, Raph sitting on top of him as he tickled the poor leader senseless.
Leo caught Donnie's eyes and reached out his hand towards him, trying to sit up.
"D-Don! Hahahahaha! H-Help me!"
The genius looked at Raph, then Leo, then Raph, then again at Leo before he shrugged and grabbed Leonardo's arm, pushing it down with a grin. "Sorry big bro. You're overdue."
The look of terror in those ocean blue orbs at hearing this seemed all the more amusing to the younger three and Mikey also joined in on the fun; Afterall, it was a perfect revenge for picking the easiet task and leaving them with the difficult ones.
In just a few seconds, Leo was laughing hysterically again- his eyes filled with unshed tears as he struggled weakly in the surprisingly strong grips of his younger brothers.
This kept going for a while, with Leo occasionally attempting(and failing) to break out of their hold. He had tried everything he could but it looked like 'Success' had other plans for the day, not bothering to come to the young ninja's aid.
In all the craziness, the boys had lost track of time... Again.
Mikey looked at the clock for a second and continued to hold his brother down, before he quickly doubled his gaze back at the clock, eyes widening at the numbers he saw.
"Uh... guys?" They ignored him and continued tickling a poor Leonardo.
"Stop! I can't brea-HAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! RAPHIE! Hahahah- not the neck!"
"Oh Yes! The neck." Raph pinned his left arm and ordered Donnie to hold down the right one.
"No! Please!"
"Guys!"
"Sorry, Fearless. It's nothing personal."
"You're my twin Raph. I know you well enough to figure out if- HAHAHAHAHA! No!hahaha stahahahahahahap!"
"What did you say, Fearless? That you're enjoying this so much and you want us to continue? Okay!"
"No, Please! Mercy!"
Mikey had had enough; his brothers just weren't listening! He released his hold on Leo and stood up, mustering up his loudest voice for the upcoming yell.
"GUYS!"
"WHAT?!"
"We have like- seven minutes left before sensei arrives to check the dojo."
All eyes snapped towards the digital clock hanging on the wall before widening in horror.
Leo sat up, pushing all three of his brothers back with the strength that he didn't have a minute ago and had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere.
"Oh shell... "
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Yoshi mused on his sons' progress as he approached the dojo. Truth be told, he knew exactly how hard their punishment was and how much longer it takes to clean a room after a food fight... or a game of Fruit Ninja. Afterall, he had done the exact same thing when he was a teenager but he wasn't going to tell his sons about that.
Suffice to say that one hour wasn't enough time and he wondered about their reactions as he would simply smile at them while they would be freaking out about getting in more trouble since their task wouldn't be done in time. Yes, he also knew how to do pranks; Michelangelo had to inherit his pranking tendency from somewhere.
He stopped in front of the entrance, mentally preparing himself for the disaster that would greet him before he pushed open the wooden door- and froze.
To say that Hamato Yoshi was surprised would be an understatement; In fact, he was completely baffled by the scene which greeted him.
The dojo was spotless! Sparkling like those rooms which appear in a paint's commercial. The racks were cleaned, with the perfectly shining heirlooms neatly placed on them. There wasn't a single scratch or dullness in the weapons and the glass doors and windows looked like they were brand new. Tang Shen's bonsai tree was slightly rotated, placed in a perfect angle the way she liked it. The floor didn't have a single spek of juice on it and the walls and cieling looked nothing like what they did nearly an hour ago.
The cleaning supplies were placed to the side, with the care that the dirty rags and stained water were discarded and the mop was inside the now empty bucket while the wipers, dusters and sprays laid next to the wall.
His four sons were standing in a line in birth order; their postures stiff and their body-language practically screaming of nervousness as they awaited their Sensei's judgement.
"I must admit," He said softly, looking around the vast room with something akin to admiration, "I was not expecting this."
Leonardo chuckled nervously, "Hehe... well, you always tell us that ninjas are resourcefu- AAand we worked hard to please you!"
Yoshi raised an eyeridge at Raph's nudge, the sudden switch in topic and the suspiciously innocent grins which his sons were giving him, but thinking back to all the hard work they must have done and the cleaned and sparkling dojo, he decided to ignore it.
"I really am pleased." He spoke with a proud smile, "You four did a wonderful job at cleaning up this place."
"Thankyou, father." The boys began to slowly and subtly step away from the ninja master, without giving away their attempt to escape and each of them tiptoing towards an exit with careful yet large steps. "We have learned our lesson and hope that you forgive us for messing up in the first place."
"Hmmm..." Yoshi hummed and lowered his head, acting as if he was considering those words before he looked up and nodded. "Alright then, I believe you boys are forgiven."
"Great!" Donatello's voice was slightly high-pitched as he turned the doorknob while pretending to stare at his wrist-watch. "Oh Wow! Would you look at the time? I'm late for my... thing. Bye!" He slipped out and shut the door, followed by Mikey suddenly disappearing through an open window.
Only Raph and Leo were left in the room with their father and Yoshi turned to them with a confused expression, "Is everything alright with your brothers?"
Raph gave an uncharacteristically huge smile, "Of course! Everything is perfectly fine, dad! A-Okay!"
"Yeah. Don't worry about them, Sensei. They were just feeling cooped up here and wanted to go outside."
"I... suppose. If you say so."
"And since we have nothing else to do here..." Raph grabbed his twin's arm, slowly pulling him backwards near the other set of doors, "I think Leo and I should probably go help mom to arrange the tables and chairs so... Later!"
In the blink of an eye, they were gone as well; rushed out of the door which kept swinging back and forth for a while before it gradually came to a stop.
Hamato Yoshi chuckled, shaking his head with a fond smile, "Kids."
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As soon as he entered the lab, his safe haven, Donnie quickly closed the metal doors and leaned his back against them, exhaling in relief.
A beep caught his attention and his eyes snapped towards the metal table, a grateful smile appearing on his face. Walking towards his favourite invention sitting on top of it, he patted the head of the turtle-shaped robot, "Good job, Metalhead." He rolled his comfy, office chair towards him and sat on it, grabbing a screw-diver from one of the drawers. "Now, let's take those fruits out of you."
Making use of the screwdiver, Donnie opened a camouflaged panel on Metalhead's shell and placed his screwdiver down. Using both hands, he took out a whole lot of fruit peelings from inside the large, hidden compartment and dropped them on the table before he closed the panel once again.
He was about to unlock the second panel when suddenly, his lab's door swung open and a teenage girl dressed up in a pink and white yukata with her ebony hair pulled up in a bun strolled in.
"Donnie, mom said to get ready and... "
She trailed off as she witnessed a mountain of fruit peelings sitting on the metal table, Donnie's favourite robot next to it.
Her casual expression changed, first turning into surprise, then confusion, then realization and finally settling on mischievous, her lips pulling up into a wicked smirk. Instead of approaching him, she turned on her heel and darted towards the door, "I'm telling dad!"
Donnie's eyes widened and he jumped down from his office chair, sprinting after the retreating figure.
"Miwa, wait!"
She looked over her shoulder and increased her speed, prompting him to run faster as he saw her cross the threshold and turn down the hall, but he couldn't catch up to her. Damn... when did she get so fast? And wearing a yukata, no less.
"Please stop!"
Seeing the sunlight shining through the corridor which lead to their front yard, Donatello was left with only one choice or they'll be doomed for good. As soon as he gained the correct momentum, he lept at her and tackled her legs, trapping the kunoichi from moving further.
"Hey!"
"Don't tell father, Miwa. Please! I'll do anything!"
Was this Karma for what he did to Mikey? If so, then Karma certainly sucked.
"Did you just say... anything?" There was eagerness in Miwa's voice as she said this and her brother had picked up on it too, making him second-guess his choice of words.
"Uh, m-maybe?"
"Well... If you don't want to then I'll just go and-"
"Alright! Alright! I'll do whatever you want." Donnie grumbled, standing back up and dusting his clothes. "Just don't tell dad, you Evil Mistress."
The smirk returned, bigger than the last one, "Okay. Then I will want you to make something for me, something unusual which only you are capable of making."
"And what would that be?"
She shrugged, "I don't know yet. I'll tell you when I think of something."
Donnie gave her a deadpanned look, "You're kidding me, right?"
"Nope."
"Nevermind... I'll invent your unknown, imaginary, future toy as long as you don't rattle out our secret to anyone."
Miwa gave him a small smile which was a mixture of both pleasure and cockiness, "It's been nice doing business with you, Hamato Donatello."
"Haha... Real funny, Miwa. My stomach hurts just from laughing." Even though the girl held his fate in her hands, the genius still couldn't prevent his sarcastic side from appearing. "Anyway, there are certain terms that apply on our agreement."
Miwa crossed her arms, eyes narrowing at her younger brother in suspicion, "What are the so called terms?"
"First of all, you can't back up on the deal, No.Matter.What. I'll make whatever you want me to and in return, you'll never tell father about what happened."
"That one's quite obvious, Don. Tell me what you really want."
He sighed, "Alright then... Secondly, you will not use the knowledge of what you had witnessed to blackmail Leo, Raph or Mikey to do what you want them to do. And lastly, if you don't agree to all these conditions or break any of them, well... let's just say that we also know who keeps sneaking out at 2AM to meet up with Shinigami and prank the ninjas of our patrol staff."
Her eyes widened in horror before she once again narrowed them at the genius, "You wouldn't."
Donnie casually leaned against the wall, his expression becoming smug now that he held all the cards. "I totally would."
"That's not fair, Don."
Donnie shrugged, "What can I say, Sis. Life's not fair..." He pushed off the wall, standing straight as he held his hand out, "So, do we have ourselves a deal?"
Miwa took a moment to consider the pros and cons of the agreement, alongwith the risks she would face if she denied. After her long and careful consideration, she hesitantly shook the hand held out towards her. "Deal."
Yay! Donnie squealed with joy on the inside, trying to appear perfectly neutral on the outside as he fought off a smile. He quickly calmed his extremely happy emotions, just enough for his smug grin to make an appearance.
"It's been nice doing business with you, Hamato Miwa."
"Shut up."
The snicker that followed after those words was countered with a half-hearted punch, which the brown-haired teen easily dodged and skipped towards his room to get ready for the upcoming festival.
Miwa shook her head as she watched her little brother go, unable to decide whether she should feel sour and angry, or fond and exasperated.
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A/n: And that's the end of it. Donnie told his brothers what had occured and the whole Metalhead incident became a secret between the siblings which nobody else knew about. All of them helped with the preparations for the event and they enjoyed a fun-filled festival.
Moreover, no fruits were wasted as Mikey used the intact ones to prepare the dishes while the squashed ones, which were inside Metalhead's container were used to make fruit-scented candles, air fresheners and other things, or were fed to Spike.
Anyway, I had so much fun writing this that I actually want to write a multichapter fic in this verse. And Miwa is 15; older then Donnie and Mikey but younger than Leo and Raph.
Thanks for reading!
Btw: I need prompts. Running out of ideas here!