That Kid Genius

[[HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, I RETURN FROM CUBA. It was wonderful, the beach was great, I may have gotten a little tipsy on one or two occasions and I miss the ocean. To the twelve followers I seemed to have gained in the last week, I DUNNO WHERE YOU CAME FROM. BUT HI! So, Here’s a post vacation update. I return but I’m unsure how active I will be in the coming days. I’m still without internet, so any contact I can make with tumblr is what I can get while at the coffee shop. Not sure when this is going to change, but I’ll keep you posted. This also affects my other blog thatkidgenius.

It took a good while before he woke up, but when he finally did, Raphael rolled to his side on the mat, and squinted blearily at the silhouette of a figure beside him. “huh?” He blinked slowly, his mind hazy with sleep. “Why..what?”

"Wasn't that..." He said, finally. "I dreamt I got lost. Really lost. And everything was dark and there was no one around. There were just humans. And they were trying to put me in a tiny cage." He stifled a whimper. "A-and it didn't matter how loud I called for chichi or Leo or Mikey or you. I was alone." Donnie pulled the blankets low over his face. He felt safer that way. Though he knew it was a dream, the helplessness had felt all too real.

"I believe we got off on the wrong foot in our first meeting haven’t we?" He picks up the old can and underhands it back to the humanoid turtle.

"S-stay back! Y-you're not supposed to be down here!" Donnie straightened, trying to com across as sure and menacing. He was failing miserably.

It took a good while before he woke up, but when he finally did, Raphael rolled to his side on the mat, and squinted blearily at the silhouette of a figure beside him. “huh?” He blinked slowly, his mind hazy with sleep. “Why..what?”

Donnie paused for breath, cocking an eyeridge. “What do you think the answer is?”

The sly grin did little to encourage him. "We're going to need a Tin can, a fire cracker wick, aluminum foil and lots of sulphur." Don said. "If you can get your hands on those four items, then I'll reconsider my stance on your suicidal prank run."

What the... The stick faltered, lowered and then outright dropped as Donnie found himself face to face with amber eyes and a raging red mask. That was about the only thing he recognized. Everything else carried an air of familiarity gone wrong. Donnie blinked. The gears in his head where clearly turning. "But...you can't be Raphael," Donnie said. "You're old."

It was a gentle one, but a noogie is still a noogie—accompanied by a half-playful growl on Raph’s part. “Y’lil brat…”

"I guess he’s not that bad…" He murmured, in quiet consideration. "He thinks I don’t know, but sometimes I hear him follow me in the sewers when I go exploring through the tunnels by myself..."

The question was for formalities sake. At this point he was certain that they both knew the answer to this question.

Opening his mouth, Donnie tried to answer: any sort of response would do. Even a simple yes. But nothing came out and he shut his beak, quietly nodding instead. "You're....You don't look like the others." He finally managed. "The other Donatello's, I mean." He managed a small smile, but this massive version of himself was intimidating. "I've run into a few so far..."

It was a gentle one, but a noogie is still a noogie—accompanied by a half-playful growl on Raph’s part. “Y’lil brat…”

However, he couldn’t help but pause and blink at the question. “When’d I get nice?” Oh, yeah, he was kind of a bitch when he was a kid, huh? Raph tilted his head as he tried to muster an answer for the smaller terrapin. “Dunno, jus’ happened over time or somethin’? Never thought ‘bout it…”

It was a gentle one, but a noogie is still a noogie—accompanied by a half-playful growl on Raph’s part. “Y’lil brat…”

It was a gentle one, but a noogie is still a noogie—accompanied by a half-playful growl on Raph’s part. “Y’lil brat…”

-“Wh..what c..can, you..do with…ten bl..black. D..dots. You..can. One. One d..dot can..make..a…sun. Or..a..mo..moon… When the day is…done.” Raphael turned the page to reveal a rather old fashioned illustration of a fox, however his focused gaze immediately searched for the text he was supposed to read. “Two dots can make the..ey..eyes..of a..a…..f…ffffff…f.” Feeling one, then another tap on the back of his head, he turned in his seat and roared out furiously. “Quit that!!! Donnie!!”

 “Quit that!!! Donnie!!” "It was an accident," Said Donnie. It was a lie. "Besides, can't you read quieter? You're making it hard for me to concentrate!"

Large brown eyes blinked in awed surprise at the older version of himself. “Donnie grow up big?! Donnie Niichan~!!!” Excitedly the little terrapin began to circle his olderself, chubby little hands reaching out to experimentally touch the older boy.

"Do you remember what happened to the pretty purple crystal?" Donnie finally asked. Logic dictated that one should start at the source.  

"You didn't?" Donnie looked shocked. "Who did? How come you have it?" His attention flickered back to the cube. It was a memorizing mess of bright chrome and violet-lit channels, and the more Donnie stared at it, the more his fingers twitched with the need to examine it over and see what made it tick. He flexed his fingers and firmly held them behind his back, trying to distract himself. "So...how come you used it to get here?"

He trailed off for a moment, Then hooked a thumb back over to the enormous pack he was wearing. “When the battery on this thing dies, I need some sort of auxiliary power source…”

"Huh," He said. "If that's the case, wouldn't it work better on your-" He  peeked around at the strangers massive pack, eyes adjusting enough in the darkness to make out the barest hints of a... "Shell!" Donnie gaped, "You have a shell! You're a..." He paused, looking up at the figure. It was hard to see but he thought he could make out the familiar edges of something purple. "What's your name," Donnie asked keenly. Sometime told him he already knew the answer.