A/n: OMG! I watched the first episode of season 2 and I enjoyed it a lot! Now, I'm not too fond of the RotTMNT series and there are some things I even hate about it, not gonna lie, but there are a few episodes I honestly like. And I gotta tell you, I loved the latest episode. 2018Leo may not be the leader but boy is he awesome at times, even cooler than 2018Mikey. He legit took charge in the latest episode and his entire plan worked! It was a pretty good strategy if you ask me. To be honest, Leo is the only one of them who had made the best plans and strategies in the Rise series, even if he does it rarely. I just hope his family starts to believe in him more. Not saying that I like the series but it's not that bad; give it a chance. The 2012 will always remain my favourite, though.
That thought aside, lets get back to the story. This oneshot is based on real life events that happened with me once. AU where the turtles live on the surface with a human Yoshi who never mutated into a rat. The tots are nearly 4 years old. Enjoy!
Requested by: 'FlameShadowFireDragon'
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Snow Day
Hamato Yoshi gazed at the white yard from his place over the porch, smiling as he watched three of his sons playing in the snow; covered in warm clothing depicting their signature colours of red, purple and orange. Though they were doing their own things and weren't playing together, since the group games made them miss the presence of their big brother.
The blue-masked ninja had been ill for the past few days and was well on his way to healing. He had begged his dad to let him come outside, gazing at him with those bright, teary, ocean-blue eyes and promising to be careful. Unable to resist the pitiful, puppy-eyes, Yoshi had relented, on the condition that Leonardo goes out while wearing his warmest winter clothes. He hadn't missed how Leonardo whispered, "Thankyou, Mikey." just after shouting "Yes!". But the sheer excitement and joy he had observed in the child's eyes as soon as he had given permission was well worth seeing.
The younger three didn't know Leo was allowed to come outside and thus they continued their individual activities, enjoying the snowday nonetheless.
Donnie was slowly walking around, his reddish brown eyes fixed on the sky as he observed the shapes of snowflakes with curiosity, noting the differences in their patterns, while Mikey was making a snow angel in the middle of the yard, giggling merrily the whole time.
Raphael sat on the ground off to the side, his small, mitten covered hands sweeping across the soft, white snow to gather it in a pile. Personally, he loved snowball fights but it wasn't as much fun without his partner in crime. The two of them going against Mikey and Donnie, both teams making balls and formulating strategies and hitting bullseye and running around the whole place and laughing their shells off the whole time; That was fun. Gloating about it whenever they won was always a bonus too.
When Raph had gathered enough of the snow, he began to shape it, giving it the form of a snow-turtle.
The tot smiled, his green eyes lighting up with joy. He liked building snowturtles too. Snowturtles were cool!
"Snow day!" The voice of his immediately elder brother squealed from the right and he snapped his head towards it, worry quickly invading his young features and replacing the small smile that had appeared there.
Leo had been sick with fever! He was supposed to stay in bed! Raph thought in panic and stood up, immediately rushing next to the blue-clad turtle who was smiling up in wonder at the fluttering snowflakes. He grabbed his brother's mitten covered hand when he reached him, drawing his attention towards him.
"Leo, why are you out?! You were sick."
"There is no need to worry, my son." Hamato Yoshi spoke warmly to his second-eldest, kneeling to adjust the hothead's scarf. "Leonardo is much better now and is healing well. I allowed him to come out as long as he doesn't do something silly to catch a cold again."
"B-but..." Raph stammered, trying to come up with something that would convince his father that it wasn't safe for Leo to be outside in the cold weather but he failed to think of one.
Sensing his unease and concern, Leo squeezed his brother's hand he was holding and Raph looked up at him, green eyes clearly revealing the worry he felt for his previously sick brother.
"I'll be fine, Raphie." He said comfortingly and Raph relaxed a little, giving a hesitant nod. "Don't worry, okay?"
" 'kay, bro." He whispered and reluctantly walked back to his half-built snowturtle, turning to gaze at his brother every once in a while. Once he reached it, he saw a barely recognizable roundish pile of snow. The young turtle sighed in annoyance and plopped down next to it, beginning to properly shape it once again. Why did Mikey have to throw a snowball and ruin his beautiful masterpiece?
Mikey snickered mischievously at seeing Raph's sour expressions and stealthily brought out another snowball, searching for the next target. He saw Donnie studying a large snowflake he had caught on his glove and aimed at his oblivious brother's shoulder, hitting a bullseye. Donnie yelped as he stumbled back, falling on his bottom with a wide-eyed expression which quickly turned into one of annoyance.
"Mikey!" He jumped up and started chasing the younger turtle, who kept giggling as he ran away, getting far out of Donatello's reach before he could even come close to him.
After running around the whole yard for minutes without any success of catching his little brother, Donnie stopped to catch his breath, leaning over a little while holding his knees.
Why did he have to be so fast?!
"Tired already, Donnie?" Mikey taunted from a few yards away, "I was just warming up."
Donnie narrowed his eyes and picked up some snow, quickly forming a snowball to stike his brother. He threw it at Mikey with perfect accuracy but just when it was about to hit, the youngest dodged at the last second.
"Haha! You missed!"
Donatello huffed and crossed his arms, before he shook his head and walked away from the little prankster, ignoring him as he sat on the stairs of the porch to discuss what he had observed with his father. About how the intricate pattern of each flake was different but all had a six pointed shape.
Mikey wilted that the genius wasn't chasing him anymore and looked around for another target to tease. His eyes roamed across their yard before they fell on his eldest brother.
Leo had his back turned to him and was standing next to Raph, conversing lightly with the hothead as he watched him shape the left arm of his nearly finished artwork.
Forgetting that his big brother had been sick for the past few days, Mikey grinned mischievously, sneakily forming another round ball in his hands before he threw the snowball at the blue-clad turtle.
It went sailing towards the two turtles and forcefully hit Leonardo in the back of his head.
Leo gasped, the shock of something cold hitting him and the momentum of the strike making him stumble forward and fall on his knees, his eyes wide and body frozen in shock.
The little prankster couldn't help himself as he saw this reaction and bursted out laughing, not noticing how Raphael had shot up from his position and twisted around with a glare, his face red with a monstrous rage which enemies would fear in days to come.
No one messed with his big brother!
He hefted up the nearly finished snowturtle over his head and, letting out a loud and angry roar, hurled it at his orange-clad brother with so much force that it flew towards the youngest like a cannonball.
"Hahaha... ha... ha..."
Mikey's laughter died out, all the colour draining from his face as he saw the two feet tall snowturle hurtling through the air and straight at him. His eyes widened in a moment of horrific realization and before he could even think about dodging, the object hit him full force in the plastron and he fell back on his shell from the impact, staring up at the cloudy sky as Raph's artwork broke apart in a huge pile of snow over him, pinning him down and burying his lower body effectively.
On the other side of their yard, a proud little Raphael dusted his hands off with a firm, satisfactory nod before turning his back to their half burried sibling, ignoring the alarmed expression on his eldest brother's face and merrily sitting back down to build another snowturtle.
That should teach Mikey not to hit his big brother with snowballs when he is sick.
After a whole minute of staring at the youngest in shock, Leo finally shook himself out of his stupor and rushed next to the pile with concern.
"Mikey!"