Chapter 1: A Very Bad Morning
A few days went by bringing new changes among the Hamato household or lair to be accurate, both good and bad. Most guessed the good side in that they made a friend in this, a mutant like them, and even developed a decent relationship with the brothers, especially the leader in blue. Now, this particular morning there was this one turtle who usually sleeps a few minutes after the alam unintentionally went against it.
¨Augh!..I hate this stupid alarm!¨ The annoying beeping sound creases as his fist smashes it, breaking it into pieces.
¨Well that's one way..god I didn't sleep well.¨ He took a moment to yawn and stretched out his body in one single spot for hours, smacking his lips as he forced himself onto his feet, as if you wanted to if it wasn't for a craving for hot bean juice.
As they exited the comfort of his room to the living room where he was met with a normal setting with a new adjustment of a new member joining the crew, as she was located in the kitchen, cooking something smelt..surprisingly good. He noticed his older brother prompfully willing to give his assistance, which he found annoying.
¨So this how you do it, Kim?¨ said Leonardo who was having a little trouble knitting dough for a special Colombian breakfast Kim wanted to treat the boys. ¨I don´t know if I am doing it right.¨
¨Haha! No worries you're doing great, this arepas will turn out deliciosos.¨ She creased her stirring of the dish filling that contained chopped up spinach, carrots, and of course a lot of ground chorizo when she noticed the red-masked turtle.
“¡Buen día Ralph!.. Did you sleep well?” He didn't respond but brought a semi dry mug from the dish drainer to the coffee maker. Already made, so all he had to do was pour the brown liquid into his cup, along with a fair amount of cream and sugar.
¨Uh..Raph Kim was talking to you?¨
“I slept fine! Can a guy enjoy his coffee in peace?” His tone shifted to a harsher one that consequently split some of his coffee.
¨Oooh I guess some turtle woke up from the wrong side of the bed.¨Mikey teased then crowded behind Leo as Raph growled at him.
¨It's okay Raph. I will help you clean up.¨ Kimberly picked up a towel from the counter and wiped the area clean.
¨T-thanks.¨
He muttered then took his mug of hot joe to the booth while reading the local paper, ignoring the obvious worried glance from the water monitor. She moved closer to the leader in blue with a claw hovering over her mouth.
¨You think something is eating Raph?¨
¨ Yeah..but I wouldn't worry about it too much, he will eventually get over it.¨ He answered, brushing his hands off after finishing and knitting the dough.
“But if he doesn´t?”
“ He will..don’t worry, Ralph will be fine,” Leo said, confidently placing a supportive hand on Kim's shoulder.
“I guess.” She agreed with him as if she had an opinion on the matter, after all, she had only been on the team for a few days.
As the arepa fried on the stove with the watchful eyes of Kimberly, they were chatting among the booth with his brothers Mikey and Donnie arguing on the topic of whether the purple turtle should add rocket launches on his skateboard, claiming it would make him more radical in theory. Donnie thought it was a stupid idea.
“Think about it bro..if that big brains of yours, build it, I´ĺl leave you alone for the whole week.”
¨Mhm..that would be nice..but I am still not making it, so you can have your unmatchable dream of being a skateboard champion.” Donnie said, continuing fixing the toaster, as Mikey pouted disappointedly that shortly changed when Kim brought a streaming hot plate of arepas with chopped papaya.
“Las arepas están listas, cene en!”
“Uhh..come again?” The orange turtle raised his brow confusedly as he was about to collect one.
“It means enjoy your breakfast.” She didn’t have to tell him twice as he ruthlessly bit into the soft cheesy treat with a satisfying humming, that was confirmed by his brothers’ same reaction.
“Mhm..mhm! this gotta be one of the best Mexican foods I tasted.¨
“Haha! you mean colombian?.. But gracies.¨ She smiled as the brothers enjoyed her food with enthusiasm in their expression, except for one who rather filled his body with caffeine.
¨Hey..uh Raph would you like to try one?¨ She offered him one that was the biggest one out of eight, and he just stared at it for a moment then pushed it away.
“Not in the mood.”
“You sure?..maybe a little food can brighten your-- She paused her sentence when he abruptly stood up without any warning then went back to his room with a loud thud, from his door.
¨Whoa!..Well, we told you so.¨ Mikey said, mockingly, that earned a smack from Leo.
¨Knock it off, bro!¨
¨I guess he doesn´t want one..Mikey!¨ Kimberly scowled at Mikey who took the arepas from her claw, and ate it.
¨What? If he not eating then I will happily take over.¨
¨Ugh finally I can enjoy my salvation without any brothers or lizard girls ruining it.¨ Little more relieved to be back in his room that perfectly blocks out the wonderful chaos known as his siblings, or the door at least.
¨Maybe some tunes..just maybe.¨ He picked up his walkman then tossed himself on his never made up bed, inserting the earphones into his ears before pressing play. Tapping his fingers rhythmically on his plastron, when the music enters his brain.
¨Ahhh..much better.¨ His grinning grew as a familiar rock band started playing that always made pleasurable shivers down his spine from its gruesome lyrics.
*Am your worst nightmare, that you will never see coming.
Even your the poor souls of your wife and young didn't see coming
Am your regret ..your monster..I am Monster!¨*
Sweet music to his ears but that wasn't the best part of it, no. The best part is the radical drumming in the background, aiding his interest in the percussion instrument. Imaging himself as the drummer, performing solo for a wailing crowd of people who would cheer him on, or better yet his brothers. Though they are more led with that drastic notion of a hot head couldn't have a profession similarly. Moreover it's only a theory.
Later around the time his surprisingly functioning clock hands striked two thirty, Ralph decided to test out his own drumming skills by banging his metal sais on any surface of his room he could find, his bed frame, the brick walls, or even terrorizing Mikeyś shell with it. Speaking of the little orange devil, there was a vigorous knocking on his door.
¨Oh great..what the same hill does he want.¨ Gaining some patience from not connecting his brother's head with his butt, he set his music on the bed then stormed his way to the door.
“Raph!..Are ya in there?”
“What do you want, Mikey?” He said, after exhaling sharply.
“Well..I uh..was wondering if you do me a favor?”
“A flavor!..ugh fine. What the damn flavor so you can leave me alone?” Raph was expecting it to be idiotic from some like his younger brother, who promptly made it clear.
“Well since you're asking..I was wondering if you like some pie.”
“What pie?” Raphael asked, confusedly. The poor turtle didn't realize the consequences of his response to Mikey's odd request, or the mischievous smirk resting on his freckled face. Suddenly he saw the orange masked turtle carrying a pie tin directly to his face with a swishing sound on impact.
“Prank Ya!..haha!” His laughing was the only thing heard with no sound coming from the red masked turtle.
“Haha..uh Raph?..you good?..it was only a prank, dude.” His brother still didn't reply, making everything around them dead quiet. He gulped when he noticed his brother's fists clenched and could sense the heat of rage radiating off his body like a nuclear bomb.
“Am..hehe..sorry.”
“You're dead!”
Knowing the meaning behind his cold deadpan threat, Mikey started running the other direction thinking he could avoid the danger approaching but he would be wronged. Ralph merly catches up to him as they enter the living room, where he kicks him aggressively to the floor then pinning him against the coach with a big thud.
“Ow!” Mikey exclaimed, from the pain thumping on his head but soon turned to fear as his brother held his pointy Sai, aiming at his neck.
“Ralph Stop it! It was only a prank, dude!..I am sorry.” Mikey pleaded this time sincerely but unfortunately Ralpheal didn't seem to care, and the pointy end of the sword breaker only grazed his neck when Leo tackled him down.
“Rapheal!..Calm down, it's us, your brothers.”
“Ah!..Leo?..let go of me!” The red masked turtle exclaimed as Kimberly and Donnie came to Mikey's aid, giving him a hand up.
“You okay Mikey?” Kim asked, concerned about her friends' well-being.
“Am fine..didn't pee myself or nothing, ouch!”
“Be grateful that Ralph didn't terminate you off this planet, little brother.” Donnie rolled his eyes as he smacked his head for being stupid. Leo let go of Raph when he came down a bunch, glancing at his family breathing heavily as the adrenaline pumped through his veins.
¨Whatever.¨ was the only thing he said before passing the old rat man who heard the commotion, wondering what was going on.
¨Childern! What seems to be the problem with Rapheal?¨
¨Well our brother Michelangelo threw a pie at Ralph, and nearly assassinated him.¨ Leo explained since the other three couldn´t find the right words, from shuttering. Splinter sights and shakes his head then looks at his youngest.
¨Michelangelo, there is a time in place for your amusing antics, you should been wise to not tease your brother knowing his mind is not focus.¨
¨I know I know..I'm an idiot!¨ said Mikey.
“I suppose you make amends with Rapheal, after he calms down completely.”
¨If he calm down..man am still shaking from it.¨
¨Augh!..I hate this stupid alarm!¨ The annoying beeping sound creases as his fist smashes it, breaking it into pieces.
¨Well that's one way..god I didn't sleep well.¨ He took a moment to yawn and stretched out his body in one single spot for hours, smacking his lips as he forced himself onto his feet, as if you wanted to if it wasn't for a craving for hot bean juice.
As they exited the comfort of his room to the living room where he was met with a normal setting with a new adjustment of a new member joining the crew, as she was located in the kitchen, cooking something smelt..surprisingly good. He noticed his older brother prompfully willing to give his assistance, which he found annoying.
¨So this how you do it, Kim?¨ said Leonardo who was having a little trouble knitting dough for a special Colombian breakfast Kim wanted to treat the boys. ¨I don´t know if I am doing it right.¨
¨Haha! No worries you're doing great, this arepas will turn out deliciosos.¨ She creased her stirring of the dish filling that contained chopped up spinach, carrots, and of course a lot of ground chorizo when she noticed the red-masked turtle.
“¡Buen día Ralph!.. Did you sleep well?” He didn't respond but brought a semi dry mug from the dish drainer to the coffee maker. Already made, so all he had to do was pour the brown liquid into his cup, along with a fair amount of cream and sugar.
¨Uh..Raph Kim was talking to you?¨
“I slept fine! Can a guy enjoy his coffee in peace?” His tone shifted to a harsher one that consequently split some of his coffee.
¨Oooh I guess some turtle woke up from the wrong side of the bed.¨Mikey teased then crowded behind Leo as Raph growled at him.
¨It's okay Raph. I will help you clean up.¨ Kimberly picked up a towel from the counter and wiped the area clean.
¨T-thanks.¨
He muttered then took his mug of hot joe to the booth while reading the local paper, ignoring the obvious worried glance from the water monitor. She moved closer to the leader in blue with a claw hovering over her mouth.
¨You think something is eating Raph?¨
¨ Yeah..but I wouldn't worry about it too much, he will eventually get over it.¨ He answered, brushing his hands off after finishing and knitting the dough.
“But if he doesn´t?”
“ He will..don’t worry, Ralph will be fine,” Leo said, confidently placing a supportive hand on Kim's shoulder.
“I guess.” She agreed with him as if she had an opinion on the matter, after all, she had only been on the team for a few days.
As the arepa fried on the stove with the watchful eyes of Kimberly, they were chatting among the booth with his brothers Mikey and Donnie arguing on the topic of whether the purple turtle should add rocket launches on his skateboard, claiming it would make him more radical in theory. Donnie thought it was a stupid idea.
“Think about it bro..if that big brains of yours, build it, I´ĺl leave you alone for the whole week.”
¨Mhm..that would be nice..but I am still not making it, so you can have your unmatchable dream of being a skateboard champion.” Donnie said, continuing fixing the toaster, as Mikey pouted disappointedly that shortly changed when Kim brought a streaming hot plate of arepas with chopped papaya.
“Las arepas están listas, cene en!”
“Uhh..come again?” The orange turtle raised his brow confusedly as he was about to collect one.
“It means enjoy your breakfast.” She didn’t have to tell him twice as he ruthlessly bit into the soft cheesy treat with a satisfying humming, that was confirmed by his brothers’ same reaction.
“Mhm..mhm! this gotta be one of the best Mexican foods I tasted.¨
“Haha! you mean colombian?.. But gracies.¨ She smiled as the brothers enjoyed her food with enthusiasm in their expression, except for one who rather filled his body with caffeine.
¨Hey..uh Raph would you like to try one?¨ She offered him one that was the biggest one out of eight, and he just stared at it for a moment then pushed it away.
“Not in the mood.”
“You sure?..maybe a little food can brighten your-- She paused her sentence when he abruptly stood up without any warning then went back to his room with a loud thud, from his door.
¨Whoa!..Well, we told you so.¨ Mikey said, mockingly, that earned a smack from Leo.
¨Knock it off, bro!¨
¨I guess he doesn´t want one..Mikey!¨ Kimberly scowled at Mikey who took the arepas from her claw, and ate it.
¨What? If he not eating then I will happily take over.¨
¨Ugh finally I can enjoy my salvation without any brothers or lizard girls ruining it.¨ Little more relieved to be back in his room that perfectly blocks out the wonderful chaos known as his siblings, or the door at least.
¨Maybe some tunes..just maybe.¨ He picked up his walkman then tossed himself on his never made up bed, inserting the earphones into his ears before pressing play. Tapping his fingers rhythmically on his plastron, when the music enters his brain.
¨Ahhh..much better.¨ His grinning grew as a familiar rock band started playing that always made pleasurable shivers down his spine from its gruesome lyrics.
*Am your worst nightmare, that you will never see coming.
Even your the poor souls of your wife and young didn't see coming
Am your regret ..your monster..I am Monster!¨*
Sweet music to his ears but that wasn't the best part of it, no. The best part is the radical drumming in the background, aiding his interest in the percussion instrument. Imaging himself as the drummer, performing solo for a wailing crowd of people who would cheer him on, or better yet his brothers. Though they are more led with that drastic notion of a hot head couldn't have a profession similarly. Moreover it's only a theory.
Later around the time his surprisingly functioning clock hands striked two thirty, Ralph decided to test out his own drumming skills by banging his metal sais on any surface of his room he could find, his bed frame, the brick walls, or even terrorizing Mikeyś shell with it. Speaking of the little orange devil, there was a vigorous knocking on his door.
¨Oh great..what the same hill does he want.¨ Gaining some patience from not connecting his brother's head with his butt, he set his music on the bed then stormed his way to the door.
“Raph!..Are ya in there?”
“What do you want, Mikey?” He said, after exhaling sharply.
“Well..I uh..was wondering if you do me a favor?”
“A flavor!..ugh fine. What the damn flavor so you can leave me alone?” Raph was expecting it to be idiotic from some like his younger brother, who promptly made it clear.
“Well since you're asking..I was wondering if you like some pie.”
“What pie?” Raphael asked, confusedly. The poor turtle didn't realize the consequences of his response to Mikey's odd request, or the mischievous smirk resting on his freckled face. Suddenly he saw the orange masked turtle carrying a pie tin directly to his face with a swishing sound on impact.
“Prank Ya!..haha!” His laughing was the only thing heard with no sound coming from the red masked turtle.
“Haha..uh Raph?..you good?..it was only a prank, dude.” His brother still didn't reply, making everything around them dead quiet. He gulped when he noticed his brother's fists clenched and could sense the heat of rage radiating off his body like a nuclear bomb.
“Am..hehe..sorry.”
“You're dead!”
Knowing the meaning behind his cold deadpan threat, Mikey started running the other direction thinking he could avoid the danger approaching but he would be wronged. Ralph merly catches up to him as they enter the living room, where he kicks him aggressively to the floor then pinning him against the coach with a big thud.
“Ow!” Mikey exclaimed, from the pain thumping on his head but soon turned to fear as his brother held his pointy Sai, aiming at his neck.
“Ralph Stop it! It was only a prank, dude!..I am sorry.” Mikey pleaded this time sincerely but unfortunately Ralpheal didn't seem to care, and the pointy end of the sword breaker only grazed his neck when Leo tackled him down.
“Rapheal!..Calm down, it's us, your brothers.”
“Ah!..Leo?..let go of me!” The red masked turtle exclaimed as Kimberly and Donnie came to Mikey's aid, giving him a hand up.
“You okay Mikey?” Kim asked, concerned about her friends' well-being.
“Am fine..didn't pee myself or nothing, ouch!”
“Be grateful that Ralph didn't terminate you off this planet, little brother.” Donnie rolled his eyes as he smacked his head for being stupid. Leo let go of Raph when he came down a bunch, glancing at his family breathing heavily as the adrenaline pumped through his veins.
¨Whatever.¨ was the only thing he said before passing the old rat man who heard the commotion, wondering what was going on.
¨Childern! What seems to be the problem with Rapheal?¨
¨Well our brother Michelangelo threw a pie at Ralph, and nearly assassinated him.¨ Leo explained since the other three couldn´t find the right words, from shuttering. Splinter sights and shakes his head then looks at his youngest.
¨Michelangelo, there is a time in place for your amusing antics, you should been wise to not tease your brother knowing his mind is not focus.¨
¨I know I know..I'm an idiot!¨ said Mikey.
“I suppose you make amends with Rapheal, after he calms down completely.”
¨If he calm down..man am still shaking from it.¨
