Chapter 3: Food can connect us.

EDITED

Hi! Got another chapter for you all! ;D

I won't lie, I like this chapter alot lol, But I feel I made it too long? Let me know if I should shorten them or if you guys like long chaps!

Note: This is based on the 2k12 series.

WARNING: 'Dyslexic Writer lol' May get bloody in some scenes ahead.

Possible Trigger warning: Mental health issues discussed.

starscream36: Thank you so much

Pugsarethebest1: Definitely Donnie :'D

Chapter 3

A melancholy church sat within the quiet streets of New York City. A decrepit, old building with a broken clock on the front, and shattered stain-glass windows forming the roof.

Staring silently out of the blue tinted-glass, was a dark shadow of a man, clad in silver armour. He glared through those windows, and out at the miserable city with pure hatred in his half dead eyes.

Behind him was a throne, made of a dark concrete like metal, with a short stairway leading to the floor below.

It was here, on the walkway before the stairs, that Bradford and Xever, two henchman of the Foot Clan, were on their knees, in show of respect for their master.

On the sides of the walkway were glass panels covering over a water filled room. Which illuminated the entire room in a deep blue.

Daiki stood away from the two adults, with his hands behind his back, looking very uncomfortable with the upcoming conversation about to be held.

Both Bradford and Xever had encountered the Hamatos last night, and tried to lure them into a trap. But ended up being flushed away into the sewers instead.

When Daiki told his master of his encounter with the disciples, and his further discovery of the three rather unusual students, he man seemed livid.

Shredder half turnt his head to look pointedly at his men, no holding back his frustration.

"So, some of Hamato Yoshi's disciples are indeed turtles? And yet they managed to defeat you?" The sneered it out, like a bad taste in his mouth.

Chris Bradford, an American man who was tall and brawny, with a full beard and an obsession to dress in only shirtless vest when out of uniform, was the first to speak up.

He was Shredder's best, and most loyal pupil. So the man took this failure just as badly as his Master did, "Not just turtles. Man-sized turtles! Trained in ninjitsu. And I almost had them-."

"Till you lead us into their trap." Xever barged in with a bite of anger. The scrawny Brazilian street thug rolled his eyes at the larger man beside him. "If you'd let me take them down when I wanted-"

"Then we'd never find Hamato!" Bradford snapped back, until both men held a threatening glare toward the other.

"Silence!" Shredder growled at the arguing men, causing everyone in the room to freeze. He walked up to Bradford slowly, his disappointment clear in his eyes. "You were such a promising student. I expected much more from you."

The bearded man dipped his head further towards the floor, clenching his fist in irritation and shame. Bradford's eyes then suddenly shrank to the size of pins, when the Shredder brought his gauntlet blades to the man's hair covered chin.

"S-sensei!" Chris stumbled in fear, fighting the urge to flinch away from the blades, "Give me another chance. I will not fail you again!"

Shredder retracted his blade and instead, pierced the man with his intense eyes. "No, you won't." He spoke matter of factly, before turning to the Brazilian man, "Xever, you are in charge."

Said man grinned, pleased with this decision, and even had the nerves to smugly stare at the other henchman.

Bradford, on the other hand, enraged by his master's decision, spoke without thinking. "I won't take orders from this gutter trash!"

"Is that so?" Shredder asked nonchalantly.

He only had to raise his hand, blades still retracted, a few inches before Bradford bowed and looked his Master in the eyes apologetically "Unless you want me to, Master."

Shredder lowered his hand once more, looking to Xever, but before he could voice his instructions, the man perked up from his kneeling position and spoke. "I've already put the word out on the street to watch for the turtles and the girl. And when I find them, I'll peel them out of their shells and drop them at your feet."

With a plan made, the Shredder nodded once, and turned back to his throne. Taking that as their que to leave, the two men glanced to each other, one glaring and the other smirking, as they took off. As they left, Bradford shared only a second look to the teenager hanging back, before pulling the throne room doors shut behind them, masking the room in pure silence.

"Morikawa." Shredders voice reached him from across the room. Daiki moved in front of the man and took a knee of respect.

"Hai, Master?" The boy replied automatically.

"The Kunoichi you saw with the turtles. Are sure of her name?" Shredder asked, strangely thoughtful.

"I believe so, Master. The turtles only mentioned the name April, other then their own when talking to each other? I could find out more about her if you'd want?" He asked cautiously.

The man stayed silent for a moment, before answering. "Very well. But you may take leave for the rest of the night for now. Just be back for morning training, Child." Saki spoke calmly, clearly having his mind focused on other matters.

"Hai, Arigatō Master. 'Yes, Thank you Master'." Daiki thanked and bowed from the waist before departing to leave his master with his thoughts.

Once outside the meeting room, Daiki stood there for a quiet minute. Before a wide grin reached his face and he hurriedly moved on.

It had been awhile since he was left on his own without actually needing to do something for the Clan.

Maybe he should use this time to go to the labs and work on more of his own weaponary? Or he could finish his studies on chemical engineering! Maybe tune up his motorcycle! Or try his exploding shuriken idea again? Or-

An expected growl from his stomach caught him off guard, and he stopped to feel his empty belly. Or maybe he should go eat something first...

He groaned quietly to himself at the thought of eating... But knew he couldn't avoid it any longer.

Ever since he joined the Clan, he never really had a good stomach for eating. The Foot doctor's told him that his problem was that he had an eating disorder. Most likely brought on by the sudden changes in his life. They warned him, that if he didn't stay on top of maintaining a good meal plan and diet, it could become worse, or even end up leading to purging disorder...

But Daiki never really wanted to believe them. So, he didn't listen.

But he felt fine, until after he ate that was...

Which ultimately lead to food being a very hit or miss thing. And it certainly didn't help that he could get pulled into a project so easily that he'd just straight up forget about time entirely.

He would just end up starving for days at a time, distracted with his training, his inventions, his projects! It just took up too much of his time.

But it had been about a day and a half now, so he needed to get at least something into him. And he'd been working hard these past couple of days, so he deserved to treat himself.

He thought of a small Japanese noodle place he'd seen in Chinatown on his latest patrol. Maybe some familiar food would be better for his stomach to handle. And anything beats more of those cheap American instant noodles he had been thriving of off.

And once he'd been out for at least an hour or so, he can come back and dive straight into his projects for the next couple of hours!

Unless of course, he had a quick ten minute look at his bike before leaving for food?

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-Two hours after Xever's failed attempt to capture the Hamato's.-

Underneath New York City, an abandoned subway station at the furthest ends of the unused sewers, was more livelier then it should of been.

Six people sat together, in a square pit surrounded by couch cushions in a large living room looking area. Eating a well deserved meal after successfully pummeling two idiots.

A large rat, three turtles and two human girls, were a strange sight to see, yet they were happy in each others company.

Michelangelo was happily helping himself to more pizza gyoza from the take out bags scattered around the bin bags and VHS tapes, aswell as unguarded surrounding plates, while the five others talked amongst themselves.

Miwa decided that now was a good time to bring up their encounter yesterday night with their father, with the 'Smoke bomb dude', as Mikey called him. He was in the process of coming up with a new name for him, as he'd kept forgetting his real one.

So, she explained their night to him in detail, with Raph and Leo throwing in their own parts every now and then. Mikey would also explain some parts, but mainly to April, who wasn't present at the fight.

Leonardo peered up to his father, who was listening intently to his children, hoping he would have some useful information. "So what do you make of it, Sensei?"

The mutant rat hummed out a thoughtful response. Splinter, known many years ago as Hamato Yoshi, sat stroking his long, white wispy beard, pulling gently on his brown fuzzy chin.

The only physical part of him that truly remained the same after his mutation, were his warm amber eyes, which his beloved daughter had inherited from him.

Though mainly brown all over, his light fur had swirls and beautiful patterns of black and white, making his animal like form seem like that of a traditional Japanese painting.

And even in his lotus position on the floor, you could tell that Splinter was a considerable amount taller than all of the teenagers in the room with him.

"The family name is indeed a familiar one..." Splinter said to the other occupants in the sewer lair. "But I'm afraid I'm not aware of a 'Daiki', in the family?"

The four ninjas looked at each other conflicted, Miwa's eyes dropped to her plate of food, feeling confused once more about this boy, and more importantly, his problem with her father. Perhaps he was just a random kid who had ties to the Foot, and just so happened to share the same surname as these others Morikawa's?

"Well, what do you know about the Morikawa's, Splinter?" Asked a red haired girl sat listening from one of the bean bags.

Her ocean blue eyes shone in interest to her friend's story, and she was practically on the edge of her seat for more details to this mystery.

She placed her plate on her legging clad legs, and wiped crumbs from her shorts, before moving herself forwards and asking hopefully, "Did you know them yourself?"

"Indeed I did." Splinter nodded, and the four young ninjas looked back to their sensei as he took in a breath, closing his eyes to recalling his story.

"The Morikawa's were a long line weaponeers from Japan." He spoke thoughtfully, remembering the tales past down from generations, as well as his own experiences. "Though they mainly designed Ninjitsu type weapons. Ranging from beautiful black Katanas to sturdy sakura Rokushakubōs."

"The Hamato Clan as well as the Foot Clan, were some of their biggest buyers. They used to order custom made weapons from them, over many, many years." Splinter sat for a moment and smiled at a memory only he could see.

"In fact, when I was younger then you all, and still in my training years. I got my first custom made weapon from the Morikawa's shop. It was a beautiful maroon-tinted tantō blade, made by the elderly shop owner himself, who the others in the town called Old Morikawa-San."

The teens listened carefully as their sensei spoke of the family.

"His name was Kenzo. And the weapons he made were always designed with the user in mind, created specifically to play with their skills and strengths."

"When Miwa was born, around seventeen years ago, the shop was run by Old Morikawa-San's only child, Genki Morikawa. Who had been continuing to carry on his families tradition after his father's sudden retirement."

"He himself, made many of mine and Saki's blades as we grew to adulthood, and was a rather meticulously perfectionist when it came to weapons. But they were always of good quality. Genki-San also had a wife named Hana, who I heard was a kind school teacher, loved by all her pupils and everyone else she met. Though I never had the honour of meeting her myself." Splinter smiled sadly to himself before continuing on.

"But I saw on the news a couple of years after I left Japan with Miwa, that they had both died in a fire. One that spread and took out what looked to be the whole village they lived in, they believed it to be caused by a forest fire." The five teens looked shocked at that, before Splinter finished off, "But there was never any mention of other family members who may of perished in the flames, and Genki-San had no child of his own when I still lived in Japan."

The teens sat silent, pondering this for a moment.

"So, he could be their son? Since he looked younger then us. But, is it also possible that Daiki is a distant cousin of some sort then?" Leonardo inquired, a pondering look sent to his sensei.

"It may be possible, but I would not be able to confirm that, my son." Splinter commented, picking a gyoza up with his chopsticks.

Leonardo nodded to his father, "It's ok Splinter, it's just another piece of the puzzle we have to solve."

"So what?..." Mikey started quietly, only to have everyone train their eyes on him. "So what if he is that Genki dude's son or not? I...I think there's good in him, I think he's not all that bad? You know? And I think that...maybe we should try and help him?" Mikey finished uneasily, ready for someone if not everyone to start yelling at him.

"WHAT!?" Came the exclaims from all the teenagers in the room, as he had expected.

"He beat the shell outta us for no reason! How is that 'good' in your eyes? And in case you forgot, he's in the Foot, Idiot!" Raph blared at his brother, furious that he'd even consider trusting the Foot.

"Maybe he made a bad choice? Maybe he didn't know what he was getting himself into? I don't know? Sensei said once that people do stupid things when they're sad right?" Mikey said, looking to his father for reassurance.

Splinter however, was sat in thought over his son's feelings. On one hand he had to consider, Michelangelo had always had a strong intuition about others, but he could also be easily lead on by his more gullible side, the whole Bradford situation less then a week ago proved that. So could his thoughts toward this Foot soldier be true? Or was he just heading for more pain.

He hummed to himself before answering his son. "Indeed Michelangelo, people can make bad decisions when they are hurt. And if he did somehow have connections to Genki-San, then it would be understandable that he was in pain, at the news of his death."

Splinter answered his son, as watched as his youngest gave the others a smug tongue out, before pressing on with his words of caution. "But this Daiki, is involved in the Foot one way or another. If you believe he indeed has good in him, then I will not stop you from trying to help him if you believe it is the right thing to do. However, he is serving under your enemy, that is an error you cannot afford to make my son. Especially after your last 'friend' from the Foot." He said, placing a hand on his son's shoulder for comfort.

"But I have faith in any decision you make, Michelangelo." Mikey smiled at his sensei, nodding in understanding, and happy his father understood him. Before chowing into his food again.

The others however, looked at each other sceptically. Miwa looked away from her little brother annoyed, Raphael grunted and crossed his arms, and Leonardo had a feeling he'd have to watch over his little brother more closely now then ever.

Leo sighed, reaching out for his plate of gyoza, only to find it completely empty. His head shot up to see Mikey chowing down on his food, as well as, by the looks of it, everyone else's. The others followed Leo's line of sight to indeed find all their food in Mikey's mouth, suddenly smiling wildly at them.

Raphael though, was far from smiling. He was furious in fact, that his food was taken from him. He growled at Mikey, before pouncing on him. "Mikey! You ate all the pizza gyoza! We had three whole bags!!" He pounded on his brother's shell repeatedly, making sure the message was deeply embedded in his carapace.

"It's not my fault! The food was getting cold bro!" Mikey shouted out between the hits. The older teens in the pit sighed at the two turtle dogpile.

"Yeah? Well now you can go and get us some more, Mikey!" Raph said pulling said turtle up, to then push him towards the turnstiles. "AND DON'T EAT ANY OF IT ON YOUR WAY BACK!" Raph yelled after him.

"UGGHH, OK MOM!" Mikey shouted back annoyed, stomping his green feet past the turnstiles and into the tunnels.

Miwa watched him leave before turning back to the remaining family members. "Should someone go with him-"

"Eh, he'll be fine, it's his punishment for eating all the food!" Raph grunted out, cutting her off. He crossed his arms, and sulkily waited on his beanbag for Mikey to return, while the other's followed after Splinter when he offered some tea.

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The sun had gone down a couple of hours ago now, filling the sky with stars and darkening hues.

Daiki had gotten carried away once more with his bike. Instead of the quick ten minute check in before leaving as planned, he was actually in there for about two hours.

He was dressed slightly warmer for the colder night, a large dark purple hoodie, with black trousers, and a grey scarf around his neck. A soft breeze lifted the smells of the bitter cold to his reddened nose, as he made his track across the street towards the Noodle Shop.

He couldn't help but think of what he was going to do once he got back to the Foot headquarters, he was dying to try out some of his exploding shurikens. As long as Bradford didn't tell at him for the noise again.

As he made it to the restaurant, he saw a machine outside the shop and had a sudden rush of nostalgia as he walked over to the familiar box happily. It was a way of ordering food, quite popular in Tokyo. You'd pick your order and then pay for a ticket with said order already on it, and hand it too the chef. Though this one, instead of a ticket, looked to have braille tokens to give to the chef.

"Shefu wa mōmokudesu?" 'The chef is blind?'. He questioned quietly to himself, before a chuckle could be heard beside him.

"Indeed I am, But I don't let that stop me!" A gentle old voice joked, making Daiki jump a little at the surprise that the Noodle Man was outside the shop, more specifically, was right next to him.

"Shazai itashimasu 'My apologies' Sir, I didn't see you there." Daiki said with a slight bow, not intending to insult his elder.

Murakami-San chuckled once more and waved him off. He adjusted his black glasses and went passed the boy towards his shop. The old man seemed quite pleased to hear another Japanese person. And it wasn't like he needed to see Daiki was Asian to know he was from Japan, if not from his speech, then his accent definitely gave him away.

It was then, that Daiki realized that the man was actually preparing to close for the night.

"Oh! Gomen 'Sorry', I didn't realise how late it was..." Daiki apologized to the man for the inconvenience he may have almost caused, plus he was silently relieved that he wouldn't have to eat and waste his precious free time, which he had been dreading all night. Now he could go back and work on-

"Ah! Mattaku mondainaiits! 'No problem at all!'" It's freezing out, and I have some Oden cooking as we speak." The old man gestured inside his little shop. "Please I'd love the company!"

'Dang it!' Daiki thought stupidly, as he smiled nervously, thanking the man before entering the shop. Even though the man couldn't see his smile, he felt the need to do so.

Daiki first looked at the stool seats by the counter, then to the walls of the Japanese inspired restaurant. The smell of candles burning in the back of the restaurant hit him in a comforting way, and the feel of the shop all together, just felt homely. The man showed Daiki to the stools, where he took a seat.

"Arigatō." 'Thank you.'" Daiki said gratefully.

"Do itashi Mashite." 'You're Welcome.'" The man replied, returning a bow, "And please, call me Murakami!" He smiled, before continuing. "I was not aware of any Japanese teenagers in this part of town." He said as he moved around the counters, wiping his hands on a towel stored in his apron, before grabbing two bowls and making his way to the pot of Oden cooking, "Were you born here in America, Or did you move from Japan?"

"Oh, I... uh, moved here about two weeks ago now. From Tokyo." Daiki supplied for the man awkwardly, not sure how much he should be telling.

"Mmm Tokyo, I worked there for a time, but it was not for me." Filled with nostalgia, he dished up the Oden. "Did you come to America with anyone else?" He inquired calmly. The way he asked, was not intrusive, but more like an old family friend, who just wanted to catch up on lost time.

"Hai, I came with my... Uncle." Daiki said steadily, not wanting to seem suspicious to the old man. Although, that was not much of a lie. Bradford was as much a dysfunctional uncle as they came.

As Murakami-San nodded, placing a bowl in front of Daiki, he bowed respectfully to him, "I hope you enjoy it, It's a Murakami special." He huffed a soft laugh to himself, and Daiki couldn't help but smile at the kind old man. "I made changes to the original recipe to fit more to my tastes, cooking was always something I enjoyed growing up, and I loved to try out new combinations of foods. It has always been a dream of mine to connect people with my food." He spoke ambitiously, clearly havung a passion for cooking. "Food connects us to our origins, our traditions and our homes."

The blind man placed a old chubby hand on Daiki's shoulder. "And it's nice to have the familiar taste of home with you, wherever you are." He smiled warmly to the boy, patting him, before going to continue cleaning his restaurant.

Daiki smiled down at the Oden, this man reminded him so much of home, of his late grandfather, kind and sweet, but always up for a joke.

But mostly, he reminded him of something he lost shortly after his grandfather, something he'd never be able to get back, he reminded him of family. He smiled sadly at the bowl, saying his thanks once more, before grabbing his chopsticks and digging into the specially prepared Oden.

Daiki took only a bite out of his fishcake before his eyes lit up with sparkles. "Meccha oishii! 'This is super delicious!'" He sighed heavenly.

But before the old man could ask about his kansai dialect, the doors to the restaurant were abruptly flung open. So fast, that the bell chimed afterwards.

In said doorway, was a green figure, which bound into the sparse room like a firework gone off. "Yo! Murakami-San!" Mikey shouted excitedly as he saw the noodle man cleaning the counters. "I wouldn't happen to be able to order some more of thoses pizza gyozaaaaaa..." Michelangelo drew on his sentence as he saw a boy sat on a stoll at the corner of the counter.

Looking at him as if he was a giant green turtle or something, then Mikey realized, he was, and that he had just burst into the restaurant, not even looking to see if anyone else was in except for Murakami-San.

His green cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, but as he looked back at boy properly, taking in his angered eyes, Asian and mahogany in colour, and calculating... Mikey thought for a moment that he knew him.

Daiki, on the other hand, was glaring at the turtle angrily. He stood abruptly, knocking his stool down, and pointed at the turtle in front of him, "YOU!"

Mikey recognized his voice immediately and gasped, pointing at the ninja without his disguise. "Donnie!?"

"D-donnie?" Daiki said mildly confused, already drawing out his tantō, which he had concealed under his hoodie.

"Yeah bro! Remember? You like totally kicked our shells yesterday?" Mikey said quickly, hands up in a surrender motion.

"My name is Daiki." He corrected, annoyed, but silently amused.

Mikey on the other hand was now the confused one, "Wait, really? I swore your name was Don-" He shut up swiftly when Daiki lifted his blade, and pointed it at his neck.

"Don't take me as a fool, Turtle! Why are you here? Did you follow me? Are you here to hurt this innocent old man?!" Daiki shouted at the very stunned Mikey.

But before he could make him answer, Murakami stepped in front of Mikey, forcing Daiki back, "Tomaru! 'Stop!' He is a friend of mine! He saved my life only hours ago from some bad people! He is not here to harm me, I assure you."

Daiki stared at the old man, confused. "Saved you? What low lifes would beat up a blind guy?"

"Uh, Xever and Bradford is who dude! They totally kidnapped Murakami-San and tied him up! And just to lure me and my fam out too. But we totally kicked their butts though!" Mikey finished enthusiastically, pumping the air as he recalled their victory.

Daiki took in that information, and confirmed by the way Murakami guarded the turtle, that he was indeed telling the truth. He sheathed his tantō once more, sighing.

"Of course Bradford and Xever would go so low as too actually hurt a blind guy. Those guys really are morons." He said shaking his head, as he picked his stool back up.

Mikey took that as a sign to relax, and turned to Daiki in silent relief, "Yeah, their pretty much the worst dude, but we totally knocked them off the building! That's like the second time we flushed those fools!" He laughed to himself.

And even Daiki couldn't help the chuckle at his contagious laugh, "Well then, I for one can't wait to see how they get punished for failing to get you guys once again", Daiki said, now picking his chuckle up to a laugh, as Mikey joined him.

"Oh! Dude! Shredder is totally gunna go mad!" Mikey cried out in hysterics, leaning on a stoll as he imagined the faces of the two goons.

Daiki felt strangely comfortable with this turtle, and seeing that Mr Murakami was now smiling to himself and resuming his previous task of cleaning, he decided that it probably wouldn't be best to start a fight in the restaurant. "Well, I suppose it'd be rude of us to start a fight in Murakami-San's fine establishment, don't you, Turtle?" He asked, sitting back down on his stool cautiously, watching the turtle at all times.

"Oh! My name's Michelangelo dude." He corrected, holding his fist out for what looked like a fist bump.

"Michelangelo? I thought your name was Mikey?" Daiki questioned, eyeing the fist bump, but ignoring it.

"No dude, Mikey is my nickname, coz you know? Michelangelo is a mouthful" He snorted, sitting down at the counter with him, "And I'm not Italian by the way, just got an Italian name, you know, the painter dude from like the 90's or something?" He finished with a smile, to which Daiki felt his mouth tug into a grin at his goofy smile.

"Oh hey!" Mikey shouted, "Are you like missing a tooth or something there, coz-"

"Watch it." Daiki warned, eyes narrowed on him, silently daring him to continue.

"Sorry dude!" Mikey mumbled, putting his hands up defensively while chucking nervously.

They had been in there for several minutes now, talking every now and then in short and small conversations. Murakami had given Mikey his own bowl of Oden, and continued to work. Though once Daiki was finished with his meal, he insisted on helping the old man clean up, until his restaurant was ready for closure, to which Mikey and Daiki thanked him for their meals, and left the shop.

They stood outside the shop for a moment, awkwardly eyeing the other whole contemplating what they should do next.

In the silence, Mikey turned to Daiki, who looked back at him quickly and smirked. Placing a gloved hand on his tantō.

Mikey also smiled a little when he saw the small curve of Daiki's lips, only to look down at his hand and realize the reason for said smile and break out into a panicked run straight for the rooftops.

Leaping up the fire escape in mere seconds, he landed on the rooftop and pulled out his nunchakus, only to turn round and have Daiki there in a matter of seconds, tantō clashing with his chains.

"Hey dude! We just ate! And we were having such a nice time! You couldn't hold off for like, ten minutes or something??" Mikey whined out, caught off guard.

But Daiki just chuckled, "What? You thought having a nice meal with me was going to make us friends or something?" Daiki added casually.

"Ugh! Just don't use any of those smoke bombs dude, it's totally cheating!" Mikey huffed out.

"You got it!" Daiki said smugly as he slid his blade over the chain, swinging it upwards to try and slice at the turtle.

But he narrowly missed as Mikey swung his head backwards, into a full back-flip. Out of Daiki's arm range and safety back down a few feet away, where he launched off of one foot, swinging his chains around his head, while running.

Daiki ran forward at Mikey's leap, racing towards the frantic turtle, before dropping to his knees and kicking Mikey's legs out from under him, sending him falling face first into the concrete rooftop.

Only for Mikey to roll over, holding one of his chains firmly and smirk at Daiki as he suddenly pulled. Daiki only had enough time to follow the turtle's eyes down in time to see that Mikey's kusarigama blade was hooked around his boot. And said pull had sent him down hard to the floor, hitting his head, as he wasn't able to stop the fall quick enough.

The human blinked his eyes a couple of times to get rid of the stars, rubbing his aching head as he sat up, to be faced with the freckled turtle, stood over him, with one hand outstretched to him.

"I'm not bad right?" Mikey grinned smugly.

"I guess not?" Daiki said back, slightly impressed. He hesitated, before reaching his small human hand, into the large three fingered green one. Allowing him to help him stand. "For a reptile, your pretty fast."

"Ah yeah dawg! The power of ninja dude!" Mikey exclaimed loudly, proud of his quick victory. He bunched up his fist and held it out to Daiki, who rolled his eyes, but complied with a fist bump back. Mikey gapsed in surprise and beamed at him with huge baby blue eyes.

"I won't lie, Mikey. I'm surprised you caught me off guard so quickly?" Daiki huffed out, kicking at the ground nervously.

"Yeah dude! That's coz I'm just that awesome" Mikey answered smugly, swinging his nunchakus around only to hit himself in the face. "OW! Ugghhh, well, um you wanna go hangout somewhere?" He pouted, rubbing his now bruising jaw.

Daiki tried to stop himself from laughing. Failing to cover up a snort that left his mouth. "I guess we can. Just don't hit yourself in the face again" He chuckled. To which, Mikey grinned back, nodding.

As the turtle started to bound away like a kid at a funfair, Daiki smirked, and followed after him. "Just for a few minutes though!"

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- A few hours later -

"And that's why Raph won't go near cockroaches!" Mikey laughed menacingly as he retold his tale. Grinning as Daiki laughed along.

"So, what do you do for fun, Don?" Mikey suddenly asked as their laugher died down again, kicking his dangling legs from their current spot on top of a billboard, looking out at a secluded part of the city.

"Fun?" Daiki asked anxiously. "Well... I...uhh... I like to invent things?" He replied shyly, not used to someone being genuinely interested in his hobbies.

While also ignoring the fact that Mikey called him Donnie or anything else referring to the name Donnie for the nineteenth time tonight.

"OH! LIKE THOSE AWESOME SMOKE BOMBS?!" Mikey screamed in excitement, Daiki jumped, but laughed at his reaction.

"Yeah like those. I make a lot of weaponary for myself." He said proudly, and Mikey nodded along, looking at him in pure awe. "Though when I have the time, I like to study."

"Like what?" Mikey asked intrigued.

"I'm quite into metallurgy, chemical and mechanical engineering, computer science, and anything medical really! But my interest at the moment is mainly in chemical engineering." Daiki looked at him beaming, happy to finally share his interests to someone, but his smile soon dropped when he saw Mikey's confused face.

"Chemical engineering?" He questioned, somehow Mikey looked even blanker then before. "Chemical engineers develop and design chemical manufacturing processes-" Daiki started only to have Mikey interrupt him.

"Umm, English please?" The turtle cut him off awkwardly.

"Chemical engineers apply the principles of chemistry, biology, physics, and math to-" Daiki stopped yet again as a green finger suddenly met his lips.

"Dude, I said english?" Mikey joked, and moved his hand when the human tried swatting at him.

"I do alot of work with chemicals!" Daiki shouted suddenly, pinching his nose bridge out of frustration of not being understood.

"Oh! Gotcha bro! like mutagen!" Mikey clicked his fingers, being able to understand something Daiki just said.

"Muta-what?" Daiki stammered out confused.

"You know? The green glowy goo stuff that turns people into...well..." Mikey gestured to himself with a obvious look on his face.

"I-I've never heard of 'Mutagen'. Where does it come from?" Daiki asked, getting curious about the scientific process behind Mikey's mutation.

"Oh, there's like these dudes called the Krangg, who are like identical guys in suits, but they are actually slimy alien brain in robot bodies! And they make the mutagen... somehow? But they've been kidnapping scientists from all over the city for some reason? They even kidnpped our friend's Dad. But Me, my bros and sis are trying to stop them from mutating anyone else, and figure out why their kidnapping all the science-y dudes too." Mikey said all this simply. Smiling, as if he was just discussing the weather.

Daiki, however, was confused and honestly shocked by what he had just heard, "Aliens? In New York?" He asked cautiously, hoping he hadn't misheard all of what was just said.

"Uh-huh, Absolutely!" Mikey said, nodding his head violently.

Daiki sighed at his enthusiasm, "You really are something, Mikey." He said shaking his head. "I could look into these 'Aliens' if you want me too? See if I can help in anyway? If what you say is true and these 'Krangg' are indeed kidnapping people, then I believe it calls for more then just three turtles and some girl to track them down, right?"

"Yeah dude! We could totally use your awesome tech to take them down! They wouldn't know what hit them!" Mikey shouted, fist bumping the air.

Daiki chuckled, nodding in agreement.

It was then that he felt the urge to look at his phone, onlt to see the time. "Shoot! I have to get back! Sorry Mikey!" Daiki yelled, standing to dust himself off, before making for the fire escape, hating to leave in the middle of their conversation.

"No prob, D!" Mikey shouted back, before suddenly turning uncharacteristically nervous, rubbing the back of his head, "Umm maybe I'll see you again? Soon?" Mikey asked while twiddling his fingers.

Daiki slowed down in his run, and looked at him sceptically.

Michelangelo was supposed to be his enemy, he was taught and raised by that heartless, monster Hamato Yoshi himself!

But yet, here stood this strange mutant turtle, with nothing in his heart but pure and good intentions, smiling at him with the kindest expression anyone had given him in years.

Daiki knew the trouble he would be in if anyone ever found out, but maybe... it was worth the risk?

He smiled at the young turtle and nodded once. To which Mikey lit up, beaming goofily again.

Daiki started turning to continue on his way, but stopped mid-way, spinning back around and looking at Mikey tauntingly. "Hey, is D supposed to be short for Daiki or Donnie?"

Mikey smiled to himself, mischievously. "Um, I don't know?" He said after a little pause, smirking while balancing on his heels innocently.

Daiki rolled his eyes, grinning, and jumped down the fire escape, vanishing into the city night.

Mikey smiled to himself and silently fist bumped the air. Glad that his instincts about D were correct. He really was a cool dude like he thought! His brothers and sister were just overreacting, his ninja senses were always right!

It was then, that something dawned on him... He actually forgot to get the pizza gyoza for his family.

He hit himself in the head, mentally preparing for the upcoming lecture.

TMNT TMNT TMNT TMNT TMNT TMNT

Daiki was bowed silently with his hands on the floor in front of the Shredder, he tried his hardest to control the shaking in his body as the man grumbled above him.

The Shredder was beyond furious.

Though Daiki himself, may have been the first cause of said mood.

By coming back to base fifteen minutes late, and then requesting special permission to go searching for 'Some guys in suits, but not really, as they were actually alien brains in robot bodies' (He couldn't help it. The scientist in him was burning for answers to this strange description Mikey gave him).

All he received during his speech was a hard and disapproving glare. But before Shredder could voice his opinion on the matter, the two men who had been sent out hours earlier to get rid of the Hamato students, were once again grovelling at Shredder's feet, like scared kids after yet another failure.

"This is unacceptable." Shredder growled, pacing befire the three henchmen on the floor.

"My humble apologies, Master Shredder." Bradford whined out, like a child begging for forgiveness.

While Xever fought back a growl from his humiliating defeat, "I swear, next time, we will- "

"Enough!" Shredder's voice boomed through the room, Shutting them both up instantly. He turned to look at Daiki, who tried his hardest to avoid eye contact. Before shooting a glare at the two failed men in front of him.

"Morikawa. You are not to waste your time with distractions. Your mission was to find Hamato's students, destroy them and find Splinter, that is final."

Daiki in turn, bowed his head to the floor, respectfully. "I understand Master."

Shredder then made his way towards the two men, "As for you two. I have grown tired of your excuses." He bellowed as Bradford and Xever hurriedly moved to the sides of the walkway to let him through, "If you two can't, then I shall deal with Hamato Yoshi's disciples myself." Oroku Saki, without another word flooded out of the doors with malice in his words. Leaving the three Foot soldiers speechless, and more determined then ever to prove themselves to him.

Note from Me! : Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

Oop- well that happened lol.

I'm trying to do the actual story of the 2012, but with Daiki instead? Though it will change quite a bit obviously. :'D hopefully it works!

Any feedback or reviews would be great!

Just to know if people want more of this,

Thanks again! :D