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The Long Walk	By : Breech_Loader Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Long Walk
Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and SonicFrank
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Harley: Okay, I know there was all this delay. Breech is now being introduced to the lair. I maintain my regret that her name is the same as my username. But even if it wasn’t she would still be a Self Insert. Fortunately my flaws are inserted too.
SonicFrank: Don’t you guys worry, Breech’s fantasy pairing wasn’t Donny anyway. In fact none of the turtles are, so… whatever. I mean, everybody finds mutant turtles hot sometimes, right?
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Chapter Eleven: The Easy Part
It was several days later - Master Splinter had wanted the lair to be presentable when Don first brought Breech there, and thanks to Mikey, this had taken some time. Breech waded through ankle-deep sewage, following Donatello in her hijab. Somehow, this felt awfully familiar... "So Donny, Raph blew up about something, and you're taking this opportunity to introduce me to Leo and Mikey?" she checked, trying not to breathe through her nose right then.
The turtle in front of her walked naturally. While it was putrid to her, the smell had become a kind of comfort to him. "That's the story," he replied, and pointed up at one of the sewage drains. "See that? I had Raph bend the second bar just a tad on the left, as a sign that we're on the right path. None of us need it anymore, but we were new to the lair just a few years ago. It vexes me to think how young we were back then."
"I really appreciate this, Don," Breech continued, "Well, not wading through sewage - I clean myself with my tongue, for gods’ sake - but you trusting me enough to come to your home. And also, not treating me like some trembling little maiden who can't handle more than one of your brothers at once."
"Trembling little maiden?" He smiled at the thought. "You? I think of the two of us, I'm the shy one. We're almost there. Are you ready?" He'd been wondering if she bathed herself with her tongue for some time now. That, and if catnip had any effect on her.
"Yeah, I'm pretty much ready," Breech told him, "Oh, and about your brother, Raphael? Well, from your description, he sounds pretty angry... but I can handle angry people too. Especially when they're not as fast as I am. So don't worry so much about that."
Donatello stopped in front of what appeared to be a normal wall, and turned to her, "It's not a physical conflict between the two of you that I'm worried about. It's just that your personalities are bound to clash, and it'll be one shell of a scene if there's nobody around to monitor it. You won't back down from a fight, and neither will he..."
"Sounds like fun," Breech smirked, looking at the wall, "It's enough to know I have your support, Don. I don't need your protection. But thanks for offering it, anyway."
His smile didn't fade, but he shook his head. "I'm afraid we've found our first disagreement, Breech. But nevertheless, we can settle it later. Agreed?" He placed his hand on the wall.
"Oh, okay," Breech conceded, hoping that Don wasn't going to turn out to be the overprotective type. She'd had enough of that - admittedly accompanied by other things - back at the old place, "Now, am I gonna get to meet your brothers or not?"
"Could I say no to a face like that?" All it took was a push, and the wall became a door. "I think not." Yellow, lively light shone upon them as the door slid open, and what lie behind it was a paradise. The lair was enormous! Dome-shaped, as if it were a station at some point in time, with two upper levels swirling around the wall. There was a fountain in the center, one so large she could wade through it in five steps. In the far left of the dome was a living room. She could see the gigantic flat-screen TV from where she was, as well as a couch. There was obviously more, but she couldn't see much from her angle. There was a kitchen to the right of said dome, but she couldn't see much of that, either. "Breech. Welcome home." He held the door open for her, as a true gentleman should.
"Wow, when you said you lived in a sewer, this sure wasn't what I had in my own personal mental images," Breech commented, her voice full of amazement, "And you told me you built most of this place? Wow. This... just wow. Hell, just visiting this place is gonna be like, ten googolplexes better than living in a drug factory. Even without the dealers. Like, wow..." She knew she was talking like some kind of 12 year old boy, but she couldn't help it. It was just so... like, wow... She pulled off her hijab and passed it to Don, who hung it up calmly.
He closed the door, and stood behind her as she watched. "Y'know, that was just the reaction I had hoped for." he smiled. "Isn't it great? It took me a long time, and more muscle cramps than I can remember, but I managed to turn this place into a home. I'm glad you like it." He was holding back. Alot. He could just grab her and give her the grand tour, but it'd be too much. It'd be best if he took his time. "That's funny. I thought Mikey and Leo would be-" He heard a crash come from the kitchen, "-oh. Well that pin-points Mikey." His hands were at his sides, and he shook his head. "So, where to first?"
"Hey, why don't I meet Mikey first?" Breech asked, "I mean, you think I'm gonna get on with him best, so I might as well find out right now-"
"Hello there, Breech," Leo commented calmly behind her. She'd been so occupied with the lair she hadn't noticed his Ninja Appear, "It's good to finally meet you. Don's hardly been able to stop talking about you, and how amazing you are."
Somehow, their youngest brother had caught a glimpse that they were there, because he came running frantically out of the kitchen. His grand entrance opposed Leo's in every sense of the word - loud, clumsy, and exponentially un-ninja like. The display on his face was that of excitement, as though he were expecting a new PlayStation. "She's here! She's here! Leo, Master Splinter! Quick! It's Streaky the Supercat! Get the maces, get the chains! Get the - oh. Hi Leo." He stopped before her, and was obviously unsure of what to do. His eyes shone as he looked at miracle that was Breech. "Hi! My name's Michelangelo! Oh, and that's Donny. Have you two met?"
Donatello shook his head, grinning. "See? I told you he's a clown." He then walked forward of her, stepped in-between the two turtles, and put an arm around both of them. "Breech, these two knuckle-heads are my brothers. See the family resemblance?"
"I'm the pretty one!" Mikey added in joke.
Breech looked between them, more startled by Leonardo's Ninja Appear trick than Michelangelo's noisy entrance. She tilted her head to one side, looking first at Leo. He looked pretty much like Don, except for his blue bandana, his slightly greener skin, and his build, a little broader than Don's. She could also tell from his expression, that right now he was weighing her up just as much as she was him, so for Don's sake she'd better make a good first impression, "I guess you're Leonardo, right?" she asked, "Don told me you're supposed to be the leader or something... although from what I've heard about your family..." she glanced at the excited Mikey, "That doesn't sound too easy."
Leo looked her over. There was little doubt that the feline had been mutated in some way similar to their own mutation. She looked fast, and athletic, and at least 70lbs lighter than him or any of his brothers. He'd judge her fighting skills when he saw them. He could also see how hard she was trying to make a good impression, "You're right, the three of them can be a real handful," he said eventually, with a stern smile, "It's good to meet you, Breech. I hope you're as wonderful as Don's made you out to be..." She sounded pretty genuine... although he doubted she'd be any easier to manage than his brothers. He hadn't made his final judgement yet though, wanting to see how she acted around his brothers for himself, before he did that. He offered a hand for Breech to shake, and she accepted.
Mikey turned to Donatello when he saw the handshake. "Think she'll skip the shake and go for the hug?"
A snorting laugh nearly escaped him, as this was too much for Don to handle. He couldn't help it; he had to laugh out loud, "I dunno. Why don't you ask her?" This was it. All she needed to see to know what Don's relationship with Mikey was. Patience, positivity, guidance, and interest were the four key elements to being a good role-model for his youngest brother.
"Oh, uh - okay!" Mikey turned to Breech. "Can I have a hug? Please please please? I bet you're really cuddly with all that fur! It looks like cashmere compared to Master Splinter's!" He looked to his sides as his brothers glared at him, then shrivelled up. "...what!?"
Breech turned to look at Mikey. He was very slightly smaller than Leo or Don - but still bigger than her - and wore an orange bandana. And if she hadn't met quite a few people on Speed she might have found herself overwhelmed. She suddenly realised that she already liked him a lot. He reminded her of the child she'd never been allowed to be, or have. She considered her actions carefully for a few seconds, while putting on a deliberately 'thoughtful' expression, "Well... I dunno..." she paused deliberately again, "Oh, hell, why not? I hugged Donny on our first date!" She gave the turtle a hug, whether he'd been expecting it or not.
Donatello watched on with a smile. This was just what he'd hoped for. Leo being nice, and Mikey being a nice kid. Inwardly, he was glad Breech could bring him so much joy. Michelangelo didn't have experiences like this often enough. Sure, neither had he, but his brotherly instinct to be responsible for Mikey's well-being made him feel this way.
The light-green turtle hugged back immediately, excitedly. Childishly. His innocence glimmered through his touch. "Ha! Hey Donny, thirty-four seconds. I counted! How long'd it take you, Slowpoke?"
Don crossed his arms, and grinned. "About six minutes. I'm afraid you have me beat, Little Brother."
"Score! Can I show her the living room and my game collection? Please?!" He turned to the newcomer now. The very pretty, friendly newcomer. "You wanna see my stuff, right?"
"You're sure he's not on something, right?" Breech asked Leo and Don jokingly.
"No, he's not 'on something'," Leo replied with a slight smile, glad that Breech wasn't overwhelmed by Mikey. He wasn't expecting her to get on this well with Raph, of course. The bigger question was how she dealt with him, "Though we're always a little concerned that he might be something."
Breech didn't ask what, with Michelangelo right there. She was a guest here. Mikey had already totally accepted her, and Leo seemed to be okay with her, if rather more distant, "Sure, Mike. Why don't you show me around? I bet you know this place just as well as Donny does."
Mikey retaliated gleefully. "He's right, y'know. I am something. I'm better than them! Don't listen to Leo. He's just jealous, cuz his Elvis impression is codswallop compared to mine! And I can kick his shell. Come on! I'll show you the living room first!" He considered grabbing her hand, but all of his brothers, including Splinter, scolded him for doing that back when April was new. When Donny explained it, though, it made sense to him why it'd make the person uncomfortable. So he took off on his own.
"Well, he's right about one thing," Don started. "But your Elvis impression is dynamite. His is just okay." Patting his brother on the shell in a teasing manner, he held back a laugh. It was obviously a joke. Leo had no interest in impersonations. It was at that moment that he realized something very, very important, and dear to his heart. Something he'd share and elaborate upon with Breech later on.
Even Leonardo couldn't help smiling at this, his most dependable brother deliberately teasing his ego. "Well, that puts you at third place, because I can surely kick yours, Little Brother.”
Breech was now following Mikey to be shown the lair. He took her around the tidy living room, now devoid of all mess, "So, what do you do when you're not doing your vigilante crime-fighting stuff, Mikey?" she asked him, "I don't think you're the type to train all day to prepare for night."
"If I'm not mistaken, you're saying I don't rub you as the boring type!" Mikey replied happily. "Well you're wrong! I am boring and I am not a comedian! That's all Leo's department, I just like to meditate." He pointed at the home entertainment system. The rather large home entertainment system. "Donny built us this big-screen TV, and everything that's attached to it! Stereos, video games, everything!"
Breech looked up. And up. It wasn't that her owners hadn't been incredibly wealthy. That happened a lot when you dealt drugs without taking them... "Man, that thing's twice as big as my room was!" she said eventually.
He spoke while he dug through his many, many video game disc-covers. "Yup! We're in New York! So it's Kong-Sized in case he ever pays a visit." Mikey sure was excited to show her these things. He was by far the most explicit of the siblings that she'd met.
"What're you looking for, Mikey?" Don asked as he reached the living room with Leo.
Breech bent over and started poking at the various controls, displaying a degree of ignorance when it came to the remote - specially designed by Don so as not to break when Raphael tried to smash it when his favourite show wasn't on. She watched TV, but she never got to choose the channel.
Michelangelo ignored Don's question for now, as he was apparently concentrating. "Aw, shell! I know I put it in here some - and Bingo was his name-o! Found it!" Rather than holding up a game disc as expected, the youngest of four held up what appeared to be a very thin, very cheap, but very colourful book. "It's my Streaky the Supercat Comic!"
Donatello rolled his eyes, smiling. "Oh boy. Here we go." Seeing Mikey so excited was heart-lifting. Having someone new to show his various collections of childish junk to would be good for him. Master Splinter might be against it, but Don was all for it. He took a seat on one of the sofas, simply observing. Monitoring. Studying.
Breech's smile froze up. She wasn't sure she was ready to let Mikey make cat jokes around her. Casey was good for talking to; he'd pretty much proven himself worthy. April really needed to wise up to how sensitive he could be when he wasn't breaking stuff or showing off. She wasn't sure she quite trusted Mikey with making fun about cats around her, "And who's this Streaky fellow?" she asked him. Leo noticed that her voice sounded more brittle than before. Clearly Cat jokes were an edgy topic for her, and he hoped his youngest brother wasn't going to ruin it all - and that Breech wasn't going to show herself up after showing how nice she could be.
Donatello, on the other hand, knew exactly where this was going. Mikey mentioned it to him before, but even if he hadn't, he'd know exactly what was coming. So he stared on with a smile, elbows on his knees as he leaned forward and gazed. If Breech were to look at him, his expression might calm her down.
The group's leader crossed his arms, awaiting the outcome. Breech and her brittle smile were focused on Mikey. She hadn't blown up just yet, but the bomb was definitely armed. She had enough self-control to wait for the punch line though, unlike Raphael.
Mikey chuckled excitedly as he skidded next to her, held the comic out, and opened its first page. Its contents were very obscure, even for a cartoon. She'd never had the chance to watch much kids-oriented television, but she knew right off the bat that what he was holding was ancient. "Look, see? Streaky's like you! He's a Supercat, and he kicks some serious bad-guy butt! Streaky has superpowers. He can fly, has eye lasers, and he's really strong! Donny told me you're like a Supercat because you're a ninja, you're really awesome, and you're a Babe!"
Donatello laughed behind them. "Guilty as charged, I'm afraid!"
Breech looked at the comic, and resisted the urge to bash Mikey over the head with something heavy - with some difficulty, "Yeah, well I may look like a cat, but I can assure you Mikey, that I'm all woman," she joked finally, and slapped him on the shell, "And if you keep confusing comic books with real life, you'll surely never be able to handle me."
"Huh?" Now Mikey was confused. "But-"
Donny interrupted, before this could escalate any lower. "What Mikey's trying to say, Breech, is that he thinks you're special. Anybody he can relate to someone as powerful and heroic as Streaky must be special. Right, Mikey?"
"Yeah! That's it on the dot!" He closed the comic book now. "Wanna see my movie collection?"
Leo had to admit he was slightly impressed. It was obvious Breech had wanted to blow up then, but she hadn't. Sure, she hadn't really understood Mikey's point straight away, but you were unlikely to be as good at reading intentions as Don, after years of servitude.
"Yeah, why not?" Breech said, loosening up again at Don's explanation, "Just as long as you don't have any romantic comedies. Those things suck so hard, and they are all the same. I had to see a few, and man, it was like, Teen Boy gets hot for Popular Girl, and Hilariously Succeeds. Or, Clumsy Teen Girl Gets A Makeover. And there's hardly ever any decent fight scenes, there's only people bitching about how miserable their lives are and how they're alone and they know nothing about miserable I could show them a thing or two about life sucking and being so totally alone..." she paused, "So, your movie collection, Mikey?"
Mikey dropped the comic book, as well as his jaw. "You. Are the raddest. Girl. Ever."
Breech just grinned again, "Now THAT is a compliment I can take," she told him, her grin almost as wide as her face.
This would be amusing. Admittedly, his little brother innocently almost hit a rough spot in his guest, but even she knew he meant well. Mikey would have all kinds of cool things to show her. And seeing Leo still calm made things much better. Supervision would be effective; however, if he wanted to successfully prove that Breech was deserving of acceptance, he'd have to let them see it for themselves, without him there as a blockade. So he stood up, and turned to Leo. "Think you can hold down the fort while I go run some tests?"
Mikey grabbed her arm, and pulled her to another drawer - cleverly hidden in the wall beside the TV. "Take a look for yourself!" His voice turned to a mock Scottish accent. "But be sure to cover yer eyes, young Lassie, as their glorious light might be too strong for yeh!"
"Well, I'll do the best," Leo agreed, "But you know how Mikey gets..." he watched Mikey distracting the - not too hard to distract - Breech, "And I'm impressed, she managed to hold it in when she was offended. I'll just sit here..." he sat down, "And make sure the whole thing doesn't go nuts."
Don placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thanks. If she asks for me, I'll be in my room." He looked over at her, as Mikey pulled a number of decorated disc covers out of the wall. "She's great, Leo. You'll be acting like Mikey in no time!" He patted him on the shoulder as he stepped away.
"I don't think I'll ever like her quite that much," Leo smiled at his brother, "But I'm working on it."
Breech prodded in the drawer. It was a while since she'd watched any movies, "Neat, you've got action-comedies in here... and hey, manga. I only saw that kinda thing a couple of times. You know manga's actually comic books adapted for movies? And... Batman movies... I loved that guy, just don't ever make me watch Schumacher's stuff, I think that was the first time I seriously wanted to kill myself... Aw, Disaster movies? Okay, so there's explosions, but it's kinda spoilt by all the bad research... Oh, and regular action movies? Great. The darker the better. Makes me feel better about my own life."
Mikey raised an eyebrow, but still had a snarky grin on his face. "Y'know, you sound alot like mister Don A. Tello right now. You sure you're not twins?"
"Well, I like action-sci-fi," Breech replied, "Although that's pretty unrealistic too - at least it takes place in the distant future."
"I know, right? Isn't the future great? I wish I lived in the future, so I could have laser nunchucks and an electric sponge or something. Hey, and a flying car! Wait, we already have that... A flying truck! Nope, we have that too." He turned around. "Hey Leo, is there anything Don hasn't invented yet!?"
"I don't know..." Leo replied, amused by Breech's eagerness to explore - a sign of what happened when an intelligent mind had nothing to focus on. Obviously she had been very isolated and restricted in what she'd been allowed to do. You couldn't fake that sort of behaviour, "He hasn't invented anything to keep you quiet just yet."
"Huh-ho!" He pointed at Leo, acknowledging the success of his comment. "That's funny, cause' he's yet to invent you a sense of humour!" He turned to Breech now, as the topic of inventions came up. "You should see all the things Don has planned for you! I was up in his room the other day, and it looked like he was planning a cocoon for you! Then I read that it was a sleeping bag, and I said, 'Aw, so she's not growing radical wings."
"Yeah... we've already talked about that," Breech said, a somewhat uncomfortable expression on her face, "The sleeping bag, not the wings," she smiled at Mikey, "Well, you got anything else to show me, Mikey?"
Mikey's grin went away, his warm smile returning instead. "Only a million three-hundred and six!" He started counting his fingers. "Or was it five? No yeah, six. Come on! I'll show you my obstacle course!"
"What, you've got an obstacle course right here in your home?" Breech asked, relieved to not have to talk about presents. The thought of them still made her feel uncomfortable, even though Don's tessen sharpener hadn't left her side since she'd got it.
"Nope. We have two!" He actually grabbed her wrist this time, but caught himself just as he was about to take off. Which made the situation extremely awkward, as it appeared he grabbed her wrist for no reason. He gave her a cheesy grin in response. "Uhhm. heh. Your pulse is good?"
Breech just tilted her head, her expression stoic. Mikey wasn't going to hit her around or scream at her for making a murder fast when it was supposed to be some sort of warning message to competition. So why should she have a problem with him grabbing her wrist? "Yeah. And?"
"Uh. Don finds that very attractive in women. Bet ya can't catch me. Bye!" And he took off.
"Whatever that was about..." Breech shrugged to herself, and followed Mikey's noisy trail, catching up with him in a matter of seconds, "So, your obstacle course," she said, "Is that for practicing the ability to concentrate on one thing for more than three seconds?"
There was a passageway that he ran through, between the kitchen and the living room, and just beyond it was a typical skate-coarse, complete with ten different ramps, loops, rails, and platforms. "Nope. They're just meant to be wickedly awesome!"
"Ah..." Breech picked up a skateboard, examining it, "Seriously, did Don design this place just for you?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you psychic? Cause' you guess the same thing right all the time!" He took the skateboard from her, quite rudely, and dropped it on the ground, green, two-toed foot upon it in ready stance. "Wanna see the most amazing, totally gnarly thing in the world?"
Breech raised an eyebrow, "I don't know; have you got a machine that builds machines that builds catapults around here somewhere?" she smirked.
"No!" Mikey shook his head in mock. "But I do have one bodacious Twister! Watch and be jealous, for it is I, Michelangelo, King of the Sewer, who shall beset and amaze you!" And with that, he took off. It's no surprise that he'd had all the time in the world to practice his boarding techniques - especially being trained as a ninja like she was. The tricks he pulled off from ramp-to-ramp were the expected, simple ones, and he shouted out every time he was airborne. But when he reached the highest ramp of all, the skilled boarder performed a much more complicated trick, twisting in mid-air like... a twister. This was when he yelled one she'd never heard before. "Cowa-BUNGAAA!!!" he landed perfectly, and made his way back to the beginning of the course.
Breech's expression changed from excited, to impressed. Learning to skateboard well took time. Learning to skateboard with that degree of skill took years of practice, a lack of reluctance to break something on a regular basis when learning, and an extremely durable spine, "Nice," she applauded him, "That's some good agility you've got going on that board, Mikey."
When he was on solid ground again, he stomped on the edge of the board, and caught it. Then he bowed. "Thank you! Thank you! I know you love me, but you just can't have me!" Then he stood straight again, tucked the skateboard under his arm, and placed his opposite hand on his side. "Donny taught me to skate when we were little hatchlings. I hate to admit it, but he might be better than me. And he hardly ever practices! Raph says he's the best, but he always falls on his dome when it comes to putting his shell where his mouth is. And I always laugh at him." Breech was really pretty, and he liked her smile.
"Nobody stays good without practice," Breech replied, leaning back casually, "I, for example, have four extra bones in my spine, but I still need to keep in shape if I want to be able to touch the back of my head with my feet, or dislocate both my shoulders to fit through small spaces."
One of his eyebrows rose at the thought of his new friend contorting herself the way she described, but once he realized how cool it must be to be able to do that, he grinned. "Yup, you're a Supercat, all right. Like Catwoman, with the agility of a cat, but the Babeness of a chick!" He paused, grin fading to a soft smile as he stared at her. The glimmer in his eyes hadn't changed. "Y'know, Don said the reason he hasn't been spending as much time playing with me is because of you. That made me miss him at first. But now I know why he likes you so much. So I won't be sad anymore when he's not around for me to bother." This was meant as a compliment. Anyone around him who was there to hear it, might have caught a subliminal message. But he was too innocently fun-loving to mean anything bad by it.
"Yeah, because the way things are going, it looks like I'll be coming here more often," Breech answered, "So you'll get to bother us both." She was starting to get the unnerving feeling that Mikey had a crush on her. But her heart belonged to Don. She'd have to do her best to not encourage Mikey too much.
Leo watched quietly from a distance, not entirely sure what to make of the whole thing. Breech was definitely making friends with Mikey. He wouldn't blame her if there were things she didn't feel like doing with the hyperactive turtle though, and while he might not know what they were straight away, it would be interesting to see what happened when Mikey did irritate her. Because sooner or later, he would. Breech was an adult, and she'd had an ugly past as well, and much as she was finding Mikey fun to be with, was unlikely to take life anything like as light-hearted as he did.
Mikey turned to his brother for back up. "Hey Leo, aren't I right about Don on the board? He hardly ever does it! But when he does, he's nasty! Like when he dances!" Immediately, his hands cover his mouth. He'd said something he wasn't supposed to. "Duh-I mean! When he prances! Yeah, he's good at that! Astounding, totally tubular at prancing!" His cheesy, embarrassed grin comes back.
Breech scratched at her neck again, not getting it, then reached down to her belt for her co- her collar? "Hey, where's my..." Where was her collar? She'd tied it on good and tight, so where was it? She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed its disappearance sooner. Well, it hadn't fallen off. And there was only one person who'd gotten close enough to remove it. "DOOOOOON!!!" she yelled suddenly, and her voice was almost as loud as Raph's when he got angry. She strode back into the main living quarters purposefully, "DON, DID YOU TOUCH MY STUFF?!" she yelled around.
Mikey looked over at Leo, whom didn't have a chance to reply, and raised his hands in confusion.
Leonardo, seizing control of the situation before it garnered Master Splinter's attention, phased behind her, and placed a stern, yet calming hand on her shoulder. "Don probably has his headphones on. Your best bet is the direct approach if you want to talk to him. His room is right over there." He pointed at the far-side of the lair, where a staircase led to an open door. "Here." Revealing her collar in his hand, he offered it to her. "I took it. I didn't want Mikey to see it. He doesn't know your situation, and he doesn't need to." He was lying. But he did it for Don, who would gladly cover for him, and had many times before when he snuck off to retrieve a rogue Raphael.
Breech was still seething as she snatched the collar, "You sure he doesn't need to know? Mikey's a nice guy, but the world sure ain't gonna be all smiles and sunshine for him just because he is. Life is a bitch. And it will continue to be a bitch whether you know it or not. And if you don't know it, you won't be ready when it really starts whaling on you."
Leonardo crossed his arms, but kept his composure, as expected. "What my youngest brother needs to know, and when he'll know it, is none of your concern. And it's not your place to teach him such a demoralizing lesson. You're here in our home as Donatello's guest. I suggest you monitor your tone, as he's depending on you not to make a fool out of him."
Breech hissed under her breath angrily, and continued to glare, "Well you'd better teach him that lesson soon," she said finally, "Because if you don't... life will."
Leonardo was not fazed, moved, or intimidated by her threatening behaviour. His stance didn't change, and neither did his tone. "For someone who speaks so vividly of being deprived of life, you sure have a way of claiming its acquaintance. One could almost assume you're lying." He made great emphasis on that, but made sure not to toss any accusations. "My brother brought you here to give you the life you were deprived of before. Keep calling it a bitch, and it might start biting."
It was strange; almost the complete opposite of how Raph would act. When Raphael lost his temper, it was like a massive explosion of pure rage. Now, Breech was clearly losing her temper. And it was more like an implosion, "I can assure you, Leonardo," she told him, "That I am not lying. And you will never understand just how much I am not lying," She tied the collar around her belt again angrily, "And I hope you never do."
"Agr-" He started, but was interrupted.
"Hey! Breech! I didn't get to show you my - huh?" Michelangelo saw her face. Her very angry face. And it wasn't cute anymore. It was almost vicious. Like she could tear into his flesh with her bare claws if he got too close. "Um... are you guys fighting...?"
"Not... just... yet," Breech hissed, her fur bristling. Her claws were already out. She looked up at Leonardo again, trying to control herself, "Don't push me, Leo. You have... all this stuff. Your life has been sheltered enough to produce somebody like Mikey. Well guess what? My life produced me." She took a deep breath, still bristling with anger.
"Uh. Leo. Something about those claws tells me she's not finding you very handsome right now..." Mikey commented with a slightly worried expression.
Leonardo still held his ground. He could draw a sword, or both, in a split second. He didn't need to instigate by drawing them now. "That's unfortunate. But it's not an excuse to lash your anger for your past out on me, or on my brother. If you care for Don at all, you'll turn around, and either leave, or go to his room, and let him deal with your mess."
"What are you talking about, Mikey?" Breech grinned, showing a lot of sharp teeth, "It's not Leo's looks that are putting me off," she slapped Leo on the shell in a fashion that almost looked friendly, "It's just his general arrogance and tendency to assume that he and only he knows what's best."
Leo's eyes squinted, but he still did nothing. "Mikey. Go get Donny. And tell him to retrieve his guest before she makes herself an unwelcome one."
"Um, but..." Mikey started, but didn't get to finish.
"Now." Leo demanded, though calmly.
"Hey, I'm being as nice as I can manage," Breech turned away and growled angrily, sounding like an angry big cat - which ironically, was what she was. She threw herself down on the couch, seething inwardly with anger that Leo had tried to call her out on her life. HER LIFE! He had a family! All the things she'd craved since she first opened her eyes! And he was supposed to be the leader, yet he was just allowing Mikey to remain ignorant about how cruel and hateful life could be?
But even as she sat there, her anger started to subside. What was so bad with staying innocent, anyway? Wasn't it preferable to first-hand experience? After all, you couldn't get it through by telling somebody, but you wouldn't want them to experience it first hand to know. Sure, Leo had allowed Mikey to live a surprisingly sheltered life, for being a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle who would never be accepted by the world above... but a sheltered life wasn't such a bad thing. Just as long as there would be somebody there to support you when the storm struck.
A few moments later, a turtle swiftly flipped onto the couch beside her. Though she expected Don, it turned out to be Mikey, whose first move was to place a finger at his lips and shush her to silence. He then gestured for her to lower her head beyond the couch's backrest, so they couldn't be seen. "What the shell was that all about?" He whispered, though loudly. "Leo told me to go get Don, but I didn't wanna tell 'im you guys were fighting! It’d have made him go all mad-scientist and stuff..."
But Breech had calmed down again. The sudden flash of hate and savagery was over as fast as it had come - which was almost scary in itself, "Excuse me, Mikey," she told him, "I just have to talk to Leo for a moment." She vaulted over the back of the couch and headed over to Leo. He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him before he could piss her off again, "Leo, I'm sorry. The world is a hateful, cruel, savage bitch... but Mikey's your brother, not mine, and it's not my place to warn him about it. Besides, I'd probably make him cry."
These words didn't faze him one bit, either. And he returned to his stance, arms crossed before his chest. "Apology accepted, Breech. But Mikey is more in-tune with the reality of life than you might think. Maybe, if you can stay calm long enough to not get thrown out, you can learn something from him. And the only one of us you have any chance of making cry, is Donatello, not Mikey. Speaking of whom, why don't you go upstairs and see what he's up to? He was very excited to have you here. You should spend some time with him before you have to go back to April's."
Breech raised an eyebrow, "Hey you can't tell me what to do. I'm going to talk to Don whether you like it or not," she said, half-joking, and turned away sharply. Then she paused, half turning back, "Uh... which room is his?"
Leonardo grinned at her, for the first time that night. She was feisty, and very clever. She'd provide a good adversary for moral debates. He was glad she didn't attack him. For Donny's sake. He simply pointed up. "That one."
"Right..." There were steps, but Breech didn't need them, just jumping up and landing on the next floor, before jumping again and landing outside his room. She was glad she'd managed to apologise to Leo before anybody had needed to ask her to. He was pushy, but she could get really bitchy she knew, and had her own anger issues. The last thing that was needed on her first visit here was a pissing contest with the 'designated driver' turtle.
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