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The warmth of the light from the sun kissed Donatello's skin, wrapping him in a warm blanket that summer created. The mutant stretched his legs and wiggled his toes, enjoying the calming feeling stretching brought.
Donatello glanced at the papers and textbooks in front of him on the carpet of the dojo, the sun from the broken concrete in the roof shining down on him and the papers. He turned and locked his eyes on the petite figure of April O'Neil beside him.
The teenager continued to type away, a smile on her face. He had agreed to help her with some projects, and because of him, they had nearly finished the projects in an hour. Most of the research papers and the like they had finished were neatly stacked and ready to be turned in.
At first April had only focused working on her own, but with how slow it could be, she was happy to have Donatello help in any way he could. And even though some of the work was bland and vague, he enjoyed the time spent with the red head.
Donatello knew h
April gasped and sat up on the couch. Blue eyes adjusted to the darkness and she struggled to catch her breath. She struggled to move her limbs and found that she had been tucked in a purple blanket. Donatello's blanket...
The red head flashed back to her dream. The image of her kissing the ninja didn't leave her head, even if she rubbed at her eyes. The thing is...that hasn't been the first dream. There have been others where they're holding hands, walking together on the beach, holding one another...
April untangled herself out of the blanket and threw her legs over the side of the couch and buried her head into her hands. This had started when she had moved in with the guys. Maybe the stress has gone to her head? She had been hanging out a lot more with Donatello...but did she really like him like that?
The teenager sighed and dropped her hands. She supposed that could be the case. She was jealous of Karai when Donatello talked so kindly of her skills. She always reached out to him,
Leonardo shifted beneath the robes he wore and rubbed his fingers on the fabric. It was weird to be dressed in anything besides his mask. He gazed down at the kimono he wore. Well...sort of kimono. It used to belong to Splinter and had been very traditional...but it had been altered into a more westernized shirt and pants. Not just for the sake of where they were, but also so Leonardo could easily slip in and out of the attire.
The ninja glanced down the aisle formed by folding chairs and felt his mouth lightly drop. The time had come, it seemed. Splinter's tall frame came into view over the hill and to the top, a small figure by his side.
Splinter seemed to beam as the sun reached the horizon behind Leonardo. The warmth washed over the faces of his brothers that stood to his left, April, his sister-in-law, on his right, and over the figures of April's father, Mr. Murakami, friends they had made over the years and numerous Foot Clan members who remained loyal to Karai. They had all tur
TMNT-ColdSomething tickled April's conscious and slapped her out of the dream world. Did she have to go to the bathroom? No...that wasn't it. She blinked sleepily and wiped at the river of drool that escaped her lips and turned over in her bed.
The red head closed her eyes and willed herself to go back to sleep. She had been having a pleasant dream, too...but the longer she stayed awake the more she honestly forgot what it had been about.
The teenager tossed a few more times before sighing and kicked the covers off. She glanced over at the alarm clock on the make shift nightstand in her bedroom in the sewers and had to stop herself from groaning. It was only five in the morning. On a Saturday. Life was cruel.
April sat up and rubbed at her eyes. Well, if she couldn't get back to sleep, she might as well find something to do. She opened her door and peered into the dark hallway. She slid through the opening and clicked it shut gently, not wanting to wake her mutant friends who had had a long nig
April blinked, lost in thought. Something had been troubling her for the longest time, now. It was a poke in her side, ache in her head and a pain in her heart. Something was off. But as she looked at the beautiful blue, cloudless sky and how gorgeous everything looked around her, she couldn't figure out what was wrong.
April scrunched up her nose with annoyance. A headache was already forming and she wanted to go home and ignore the world. What was causing this awful mood? She hadn't been like this since...
The red head felt like she had been slapped awake and turned to the person who had been talking to her. The older boy she sat next to frowned, his dark brown eyes glinting with disapproval.
"Sorry, I was thinking."
"You do too much of that."
April frowned. "Is that a problem, Casey?" She crossed her arms and deepened her frown at the kid who's supposed to be her loving boyfriend. He slung his arm around around her shoulders. She could smell the overdose of
Slumber's Torture: C4: To Find An Answer
"My son," Splinter reached out for Donnie, grasping his trembling, green hand. That slightest show of affection flooded Donnie's thoughts, reminding him of when he and his brothers were young. He squeezed his father's hand back tightly, a lone tear trickled down his cheek. He remembered that, despite his brothers' mocking laughter, Splinter would hold him as they walked down the terrifyingly dark sewer tunnels. His fears were often based on nothing more than a creaking pipe, or a rat scurrying by, but his imagination would take over, sending him falling into the nightmarish aperture of his mind. His father would comfort him, washing away the rears, banishing the terrors until next time. He had always been there for Donatello, always there to protect, support, and care for him. And how did he repay him? Instead of returning the love, he abandoned him. He was not there to protect him when the Shredder came, nor was he there to support his father as he watched his family disintegrate befo
TMNT: I Mean It "Do I look okay?'
Donatello Hamato looked up at April O'Neil lovingly, taking in the smell of the cherry blossom perfume that adorned her skin. She had on a yellow coloured dress with a purple sash that complimented her narrow waist. Her hair was down and curled so that it rested on the nape of her neck. She stuggled to stand steadily in the high-heeled shoes she was wearing. In Donnie's opinion, she looked like an angel.
"Earth to Donatello." April waved her hands over the front of his face. "Hello? Care to answer my question now?"
He willed himself out of his daydreaming. "You look beautiful."
She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "You always say that."
"Then why did you ask me? If you wanted the honest truth, you should've asked Raph." Donnie set his goggles on his desk
TMNT DxA Whispers of the HeartApril felt a sudden chill fill her body soon after hearing that the Kraang were really after her. But……why? She kept asking herself that over and over. “Now that I think of it. The Kranng were after you at your school, right? It looks like they’ve been targeting you this whole time,” stated Leo, “So as far as I can tell, as long as you are on the surface where they can find you, you’re not safe.”
None of them had honestly ever considered that. What were they going to do? They couldn’t follow her throughout the day watching over her. No matter where she went, the Kraang were tracking her down. April’s safety was now in jeopardy. Master Splinter looked at her very concerned. He couldn’t believe he was about to say this, but for the time being, it just seemed to be the only option.
“April, will you come with me for a moment. I would like to have a word with you.” Master Splinter motioned h
Slumber's Torture: C2: Where Am I
“It was just a nightmare,” Donnie repeated. Oh, how he prayed it was just that. Just an insane figment of his insane imagination. It had too be. It was. It was just a nightmare.
Mikey ran up and squeezed him tight with both arms. Both of them. “It’s okay bro,” His voice sounded so young...so young and innocent. He had no clue what his brother had seen or experienced. But it was just a dream. It wasn’t true. “I have nightmares too. Usually about birthday parties,” Mikey shuddered, but there was humor in his voice. It made him seem complete and whole.
Raph crossed his arms, a position he seemed to always take. Donatello had long suspected that it was more a defense position than just adding to his tough guy act. He was defending himself, which only reminded Donnie of his older brother’s death. He had died defending himself, along with his family. “That wasn’t an ordinary nightmare,” He huffed.
Slumber's Torture: C3: Sea of Emotions
“Where am I?” Donnie repeated. “Where’s the real me? The me from here?” His voice grew louder, and he glanced back and forth between his brothers, although Leo couldn’t see him doing so. He no doubt sensed it, but he, nor any of their brothers, spoke a word. “Please,” He pleaded. “I have to know.”
It was Mikey who finally broke the silence. “No, you don’t bro,” His tone was laced with an amalgam of regret, sorrow, and oddly enough, fear. “Donnie,” He sighed. “Just don’t go there.”
“Why shouldn’t he?” Raph huffed, getting up from his leaning position on the wall. “He has the right to know,” Looking at Donnie, he sighed. Crossing his arms, and keeping them close to his chest, he exhaled deeply. “It’s all my fault...”
“Raphael!” Leo scowled. “What do you think you are doing?” Donnie could feel
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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