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anythingdrabbleTitle: Rising Tide
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters/Pairings: Splinter, Leonard, Michelangelo
Word Count: 400
Rating: G/K
Summary: Splinter does one of the things he does best, observes in silence.
"Sensei," Leonardo spoke humbly, "may I trouble you for your thoughts?"
Splinter blinked in surprise and slowly turned to his eldest. He had not known his sons when they had actually been hatched. For all he knew, for fact, Michelangelo could have, in fact, been the oldest, but Leonardo had always carried himself with a responsibility and dedication that those Splinter considered his youngest brothers lacked entirely and that even Donatello could not match. He could still hear the sons of Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello as they competed on the waves underneath the moonlight to see who could ride the highest on the late night tide. All three sounded so unlike the concern with which their leading brother spoke.
"I was merely thinking," the old rat said, resting his hands on his staff as his tail whisked about underneath his purple robes, "what may one day become of you, my sons, when I am no longer -- "
"Please, Sensei," Leonardo, for once, actually interrupted him, but Splinter could not be angry with him for he saw the look upon his face and recognized it instantly. It was one he had worn many times over his years himself. Death may be imminent, but it did not mean that he had to hold their attention. "Do we have to?" Leonardo actually used "the face" on him, as Splinter had come to call it, when he reopened his eyes. They were full of begging tears, crying out for the mercy of not having to consider his father's death on this lovely, summer night.
"A Ninja does not beg," Splinter instructed him to which Leonardo instantly brought himself up straight and tall, "but very well." He turned back to watching the others, although it seemed that Michelangelo had gone underneath the water. "For the record, as it were, my son, though, I do believe you will all be fine, mostly thanks to your leadership, Leonardo." It was a heavy weight to have to put on anyone, let alone one so young, but he knew it to be necessity.
Before either could react, however, Michelangelo appeared again, springing up out of the water, somersaulting with his board somehow still attached to his feet (Splinter did sometimes marvel at how adept they were with these surfboards), and heading straight for them.
"MIKEY, NO!"
Leo tried to block him, but failed.
"COWABUNGA!"
Though completely soaked, Splinter laughed loudly.
The End
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters/Pairings: Splinter, Leonard, Michelangelo
Word Count: 400
Rating: G/K
Summary: Splinter does one of the things he does best, observes in silence.
"Sensei," Leonardo spoke humbly, "may I trouble you for your thoughts?"
Splinter blinked in surprise and slowly turned to his eldest. He had not known his sons when they had actually been hatched. For all he knew, for fact, Michelangelo could have, in fact, been the oldest, but Leonardo had always carried himself with a responsibility and dedication that those Splinter considered his youngest brothers lacked entirely and that even Donatello could not match. He could still hear the sons of Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello as they competed on the waves underneath the moonlight to see who could ride the highest on the late night tide. All three sounded so unlike the concern with which their leading brother spoke.
"I was merely thinking," the old rat said, resting his hands on his staff as his tail whisked about underneath his purple robes, "what may one day become of you, my sons, when I am no longer -- "
"Please, Sensei," Leonardo, for once, actually interrupted him, but Splinter could not be angry with him for he saw the look upon his face and recognized it instantly. It was one he had worn many times over his years himself. Death may be imminent, but it did not mean that he had to hold their attention. "Do we have to?" Leonardo actually used "the face" on him, as Splinter had come to call it, when he reopened his eyes. They were full of begging tears, crying out for the mercy of not having to consider his father's death on this lovely, summer night.
"A Ninja does not beg," Splinter instructed him to which Leonardo instantly brought himself up straight and tall, "but very well." He turned back to watching the others, although it seemed that Michelangelo had gone underneath the water. "For the record, as it were, my son, though, I do believe you will all be fine, mostly thanks to your leadership, Leonardo." It was a heavy weight to have to put on anyone, let alone one so young, but he knew it to be necessity.
Before either could react, however, Michelangelo appeared again, springing up out of the water, somersaulting with his board somehow still attached to his feet (Splinter did sometimes marvel at how adept they were with these surfboards), and heading straight for them.
"MIKEY, NO!"
Leo tried to block him, but failed.
"COWABUNGA!"
Though completely soaked, Splinter laughed loudly.
The End
