TMNT 2012 Next Generation/OC Characters

November 22nd 2020 

'How did I go from witnessing the best game of the season, to this,' Arnold Casey Jones, Jr thought to himself as he held his wife's hand as she was giving birth to their child.

 Casey was now 27-years-old, his black hair was a bit shorter now, just a bit past his ears, he still had his brown eyes and fair skin but his large gap, was now covered by dental bridges, and he is wearing a brown hooded leather jacket with a green shirt underneath and blue jeans. 

His wife, Gabrielle Jones, is a beautiful wavy ginger haired, 26-year-old woman- (Headcannon that Casey has a thing for redheads) -withfair-skin, and forest green eyes. 

Gabby was crying her eyes out as she continued to push but Casey could offer no comfort. In fact, he could barely stand straight. Everyone at that stupid parenting class said that birthing is a beautiful thing, a wonderful thing to be a part of and experience but from what Casey was witnessing, nothing was beautiful about it.

 He almost gagged at the sight of blood and fluids that was covered in the doctor's and nurses' hands. Blood was not something that usually grossed him out, he used to beat The Purple Dragons to the point they bled but for some reason, this kind of blood made him want to throw up and pass out but his wife's strong grip held him steady. 

He wanted to be a part of this. Really, he does. He is so excited to finally meet his kid and become a dad. He just wished they could skip pass the gross stuff. Not to mention, that this kid just had to come out at the worst timing ever. 

Unfortunately, Casey did not become a famous hockey player or even a bounty hunter. Why? Well, he always knew becoming famous would be a long shot. Only one in a million ever make it to the big leagues and no matter how good of a player he is, no one thought he was good enough for that.

 All those years of playing just got him into a pretty good collage. As for the bounty hunter thing: he saw no point in becoming one when he was already fighting crime in his own way. So, Casey, settled on just becoming a high school hockey coach. 

Sure, he wasn't a rich big shot, but he loved his job and the kids he coached. They were actually playing their biggest game of the year before his wife suddenly went into labor and he had to pass his team off to his co-coach so he could take her to the hospital. However, even though he was missing his team's game, he could not stop grinning from ear-to-ear on the way to the hospital as it finally sank in that he was going to become a dad and his kid was coming. 

If only he could focus on that feeling instead of the nausea that threatened to come out of his throat. "Alright, Gabby, I see the head. Just one more push!" The doctor encouraged and after taking a few pants, Gabrielle pushed with all her might and then- "Waah!" 

"It is a boy!" The doctor announced. "I knew it!" Gabby cheered, a bit weakly after her hours of labor, before she held out her arms and the doctor gladly handed her baby. "We did it, honey," She whispered tiredly as happy tears ran down her face than noted, "He looks just like you, Casey." 

He did. Like Casey, the babe was a boy with black hair and a freckled face but unlike Casey, he had forest green eyes like his mother. 

When Casey did not respond, Gabby frowned and turned her attention toward him, only to gap at the sight of an awfully pale looking Casey who also somehow had a shade of green in his sickly complexion.  "Casey? Honey? Are you ok?" 

Casey did not answer, he only swayed a bit as dizziness and nausea finally overpowered him. All that effort of trying to keep it together, drained as soon as the doctor announced it was a boy and he soon caved, allowing himself to faint on the cold hard floor surface.

 "Casey! Oh my God!" Gabby gasped, putting a hand over her mouth, completely worried about her husband but the doctor just looked amused. "Don't worry, hon. He'll be fine. This kinda thing happens all the time. I'm actually surprised he was able to keep it together as long as he did." 

...

Later, 

Casey groaned as he blinked open his eyes, only to find himself laying on an extra cot next to his wife who had her brows furrowed in concern as she held their sleeping babe. "Are you feeling better, honey?" 

Casey grunted as he sat up, "Y-Yeah, I'm-" but he got cut off when he noticed that he and Gabby were not alone. Casey's parents and sister were also in the room. 

His mother, Francis (Frankie) Jones, is an average height, slim woman with pixie cut black-gray hair, tan-skin, brown eyes and she is wearing a yellow shirt with a brown vest, a red necklace, blue jeans and glasses. 

His sister, Angel Marie Jones, is a short, slim young woman with long black hair that had two purple streaks in it, tan-skin, blue eyes with brown specks and she is wearing a black tank with purple jeans. 

Lastly, his father, Arnold Casey Jones, Sr, average height man with slick back black-gray hair, a beard, blue eyes, and he is wearing a black T-shirt with blue jeans, and a silver cross necklace. 

As soon as Arnold saw Casey awake, he gave him a slow clap. "Real father of the year there, JR. Fainting on your first day!" 

Casey pouted because of course, even after the birth of his grandson, his dad just could not help but to bust his marbles every chance he got. 

"At least I ain't 18!" Casey shot back."What'chu say?!" Arnold growled while pointing a warning finger, only for it to get slapped away by Frankie. "Stop it Arnie! You did the exact same thing when Casey was born, and you know it!" 

"I did not!" Arnold instantly denied and Frankie gave him a look. "Arnie, I had to help the nurse drag you on the bed-!" 

"You're nuts-!" 

"-Then when you finally woke up, you fainted again-!" 

"-Pfff! You're ass!" 

As the two kept bickering, Angel went over to Casey and Gabby, cupping the side of her mouth with a smirk. "How much do you two wanna bet they get us kicked outta here?" 

"I ain't making that bet. That's a sure loose," Casey said, knowing it was very much possible for their parents to get kicked out. Even though they have been divorced for decades, they still fight and bicker whenever they are in the same room, which is why Casey always made it a point to keep his parents separated as much as possible. 

Gabby giggled then grabbed her husband's hand. "Honey, did you tell her?" 

"Tell me what?" Angel asked and Casey scratched his head while shooting a nervous glance over at his father who was thankfully, still occupied arguing with his mother. "The baby's name."

 Angel raised a confused brow. "I thought if it was a boy, you were going to name him after you and dad?" 

"I said I was kinda thinking of naming him after me and dad," Casey corrected and Angel crossed her arms. "Whadda mean?" 

"Gabby and I decided to name him Casey Arnold Jones. CJ for short." 

Angel stared at her brother for a moment then snorted, "Dad's gonna kill ya."

 Casey rolled his eyes. "He's my son! I should be able to name him what I want! Speaking of..." He trailed off and looked at his wife's arms, at his son who was currently sucking on his toes.

 Casey grinned before reaching down and, as carefully as humanly possible, picked up his son. 

"Hi, CJ," He whispered softly, bouncing the babe in his arms. "Sorry for passing out on ya but hey, if you saw the things I saw, you'd do the same." CJ cooed up to Casey at that which made the newly father smile until-

"Alright, Frankie, whatever! I didn't come here to argue with ya, I came to see my grandson!" Arnold snapped before looking at Casey, his anger washing away and being replaced a eager smile as he held out his arms. "Let me see him." 

Casey passed his newborn son over to his father who was grinning from ear-to-ear. "Aw, hello little Arnie," He cooed and Casey frowned, looking at Gabby who gave a sympathetic shrug while Angel looked all too amused, knowing what he was in for. Casey then nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, Pops...his name's Casey." 

Arnold raised a brow. "We're callin' this one Casey too?" Casey shook his head. "N-No, Dad, I mean...his name is Casey...Arnold Jones..." 

Arnold gave a blank stare for a moment then suddenly, started shouting, "What?! Why wouldn't ya give him our name?!" Frankie, knowing where this was going, quickly took her grandson away from her ex-husband as he jabbed a finger to Casey's chest. "Ya ashamed of me or somethin'?! Somethin' wrong with the name Arnold?!" 

Casey rolled his eyes. "Dad, maybe Arnold was a cool name in your day but in mine, I got picked on for it! Sorry that I don't want my kid going through the same! And he is still named after you, just, you know, backwards!" 

"It's not the same! Arnold Casey Jones is a family name!"  

"Family name?!" Casey scoffed. "You hated your dad!" 

"Not the point!" 

As the two continued to fight, Gabby was shaking her head while Angel was videotaping, and Frankie was smiling down at her grandson. "Welcome to the family, little Casey. Sorry to say, you're gonna be stuck with us for a long time." 

...

May 1st 2024,

"So, what are we gonna call her, babe?" Casey asked, leaning over her to stare at the babe who had a cute freckled face, fair-skin, ginger hair and forest green eyes, just like her mother.

 "Hmmm...." Gabby hummed in thought. "Well...I was kinda thinking of Shadow. After my old band, The Shades." 

Casey smiled a bit at that, knowing how much his wife missed her old band and performing. "I like it. Shadow Cassandra Jones." 

 Gabby snorted, "You just have to have your name in every one of our kids, don't you?" 

"Hey, you said I could pick the middle name!" Casey reminded and Gabby sighed, "Ok, ok, Shadow Cassandra Jones, it is." 

"Can I see the baby now?!" A very impatient voice whined from the outside which made the two parents smile.

 "Oh boy," Casey laughed and just then, a 4-year-old boy with messy wavy black hair, fair-skin, freckled face, forest green eyes, and wearing a rangers jersey burst in through the door, followed by Casey's parents and sister. 

When CJ saw his parents and, more importantly, the baby, he tried to run toward them but was stopped by his grandpa who grabbed him by the collar. ""I want to hold him; I want to him!"

"Easy, tiger!" Arnold laughed. "Ya gotta wash those sticky paws first!" 

"My hands aren't sticky!" CJ argued. 

"Boy or girl?!" Angel asked, anxiously, ignoring the two and Casey smiled. "Girl." 

"Oh thank God!" Angel grinned, running over to them and looking down at the baby. "We have too many boys in this family!" 

"You can say that again," Frankie murmured as she glanced over at Arnold who was holding a squirming CJ over the sink, forcing him to wash his hands. "A girl?!" CJ exclaimed as soon as his grandfather let him go. "Aw, I didn't want a sister! I wanted a brother!" He complained while stomping his foot and crossing his arms with a pout. 

"Aw, come on, buddy, having a little sister is awesome. Just look at me and your aunt," Casey said, while wrapping his arm around Angel's shoulders, making her smile but CJ was still not convinced. "But girls are lame! All they want to do is play with dolls!" 

"You play with dolls," Frankie said. "They're not dolls, Nana! They're action figures! It's different!" CJ reminded, for what he felt like the millionth time, but Frankie raised a brow. "How is it different?" 

CJ rolled his eyes and exhaled in frustration, "You just don't get it!" 

"CJ," Casey started while lowering himself to his son's level. "Trust me, having a sister will be just as good as having a brother. She's gonna need you to protect her and watch out for her."

"And having a sister means you're going to have someone who looks up to you and counts on you for everything," Angel added while shooting a look at Casey and CJ's features started to soften a little. "Really?" 

"Yeah," Gabby said. "And plus, if you had a little brother, that would mean you would have to share your toys and clothes, and I don't think you would like that very much, right?" CJ considered then wildly shook his head. "No!" Gabby smiled. "Then maybe it's a good thing you have a sister instead." 

"Maybe..." CJ mumbled with a shrug and Casey smiled. "Do ya wanna hold her now?" CJ thought about it then nodded and Gabby patted a spot for him to sit next to her which he gladly complied.

 Once he was seated, Gabby helped him hold the baby in his small arms and gently instructed him, "Watch her head." Once she was confident that CJ had her, she let go and CJ looked down at his baby sister.

 The babe stared up at him with wide eyes before she tried to reach for him, causing him to break into a smile. He did not even get mad when she started to tug at his hair. "Outch!" He winced but fought through it, continuing to smile. "What's her name?" 

"Shadow," Gabby answered. "Hey, Shadow," CJ cooed. "My name's CJ. I'm your big brother. That means you have to do everything I say, ok?" Of course, Shadow did not answer, only continued to tug at his hair which made him cringe in pain, but he kept still and allowed her to do it, finding himself laughing. "She's strong!" 

Angel shook her head with amused smile. "He's going to have a quick reality check as soon as Shadow's able to talk," she told her brother who nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you were more my boss than I was yours," He joked, remembering how he would do everything his sister wanted because of his soft spot for her. "No one can say no to me," Angel teased then scowled, "Well, except mom." 

"She's still trying to get ya to move back to New York, huh?" Casey asked and Angel rolled her eyes. "Look, I miss you guys, but I like it in Japan. Joining The Foot has been awesome!" 

"Not to mention Tyler," Casey teased and Angel playfully punched his arm. "Come on, we're just friends!" Casey playfully rolled his eyes in return. "Sure. Whatever you say, sis." 

"Alright, CJ, that's enough," Gabby said while reaching to grab Shadow but CJ held her protectively. "No! I want to hold her still!" 

Arnold laughed. "You were just complaining about having a sister and now ya don't wanna let her go!" 

"I changed my mind!" CJ huffed then smiled down at Shadow. "Having a sister is cool." 

"Aw, let him hold her a little longer, Gabs. What can it hurt?" Casey said and Gabby nodded. "Ok, but just for a few more minutes. Remember, it's a school night, CJ and you'll have to go home soon." 

"I know Mommy," CJ pouted then hugged Shadow when she suddenly whined. "Don't worry, Shadow. You'll be home soon and then we can play all the time," He assured her and she began to settle again. 

August 26 2023

Being known as the Shredder's daughter was not a title easily forgotten.

For the longest time, I had owned it, even after learning the truth. It gave me power and immediate respect. It made it easy to claim loyalty during my rebellion against Shredder. Of course, they eventually found out the truth of my parentage and betrayed me.

It had been a mistake to begin with, rebuilding a clan solely out of revenge and spat against Shredder. All I saw was my goal, I did not really think of the consequences or the people that might get hurt. (One of the few things I had inherited from Shredder, though it hurts to admit)

After the whole fighting and betrayal, I honestly tried to leave the Foot Clan disbanded. I even considered joining my true family's clan but it did not take long for me to learn that their was no option, I had to rebuilt and take control of the Foot Clan because if I did not, then someone else would, someone perhaps even worse than Shredder, and with the Cultist still out there, wishing for my head, that was very likely to happen.

So, after I married Shinigami, she and I moved back to Japan to rebuild the Foot.

It was not an easy decision.

Though I had spent most of my life in Japan, New York was the only place I ever truly felt at home but I had to leave. Japan was still suffering for the effects of Shredder's reign and I had to make it right somehow, give the Foot a more honorable name...give myself one as well.

I no longer lived as Shredder's daughter but as Hamato Miwa, my true name that was given to me by my true parents and I also made a name for myself, "The Deadly Serpent"

Before long, I built a clan that accepted people who wanted a second chance at life, people who had no where to turn to and people who just had something to fight for. Everything seemed perfect but then...my advisor, Mori Toshiro, had voiced his concerns of my stalling on having an heir.

Motherhood was something I had never thought about. Not even considered. However, he was right, I do need an heir. Having an heir is the only way to secure the safety of the Foot. If something were to happen to me, I would need someone to take my place so that the Kabuto does not end up in the wrong hands.

Plus...

After my niece Hamato Irrilia was born, Shinigami got hit with severe baby fever and basically doted on every baby she passed on the street.

So, I started to search for suitor after suitor, each worse than the last. All of them either wanted my hand in marriage or to claim power over the Foot. Sure, perhaps it would have been easier to just get a donor but when you lead a clan, it is always wise to find potential allies and having a child together, is the best way to make an alliance between clans but of course, that was always such a hard thing to find.

Luckily, I knew of one person who I could trust, one person who did not need power nor wished for my hand but I saved him as a last resort because...well...let us just say we had a history and Shinigami was not happy about it but her desire to have a child got her to agree.

After the whole ordeal was over, I was soon pregnant and we announced the news to everyone. Everyone was excited and we even had a big celebration as well as boring formalities.

However...

Once again, I did not think of the consequences of my decision until it was too late...

Suddenly, I remembered why I never wanted to be a mother...

...

Lighting flashed as Hamato Miwa shrilled in pure agony.

She looked down, her vision blurred as a cold, sharp blade went through her stomach. She soon fell on her knees, gasping sharply and trembling violently, overcome by shock, and panic. She stared at the pool of blood that poured from her large bump where her baby lay inside then lifted her eyes at the person who had stabbed her.

She looked just in time to see the cruel grin of the Cultist as he growled, "In the name of Shredder." After that, before she knew it, he was quickly pulled off of her by a ninja wearing a dragon mask and black ninja garb.

He did not hesitate to snap the struggling Cultist's neck, killing him instantly before throwing him aside as he ran to her and started to put pressure on her wound. "You are going to be ok!"

"Miwa!" A voice cried and Miwa looked to see her wife, Shinigami, who had just finished fighting off the other Cultist, running toward them. She dropped next to her and took her face in her hands. "Look at me, darling!"

Now that Shinigami was by her side, The Ninja told her to keep pressure on her wound while he continued to fight. However, Miwa not focusing on any of that, she could not even feel the hard rain that started to fall on them. All she could focus on was her still bleeding stomach. "I-It's my fault," She stammered, "I-I killed them! I couldn't protect them, I couldn't-!"

"Shh..." Shinigami soothed. "Save your strength. This is not your fault."

Except it was. It really, really was. She had been careless. A fool to not think the Cultist would not come after her as soon as they found out she was pregnant with an heir. A heir was a threat to their chances of reclaiming the Foot, of course they would want to kill it as soon as possible, along with her and...they might have just succeeded. All because she dropped her guard, just for a second and out of nowhere, they attacked.

"Can you save them...?" She asked, shakily and Shinigami looked down at her belly, her expression focused. "I...I do not sense their spirit has departed."

"Then we have a chance!" The Ninja shouted as he came to them, now covered in the Cultist's blue blood. "We may have a chance to save the baby," He repeated. "But in order to do that, we will have to cut them out and if we do that then you might..." He trailed off, looking at Miwa and Shinigami's eyes widened. "Oh no! There must be another way!"

"Do it," Miwa said firmly and the two looked at her, Shinigami being quick to protest, "What?! Darling, no, you are not thinking clearly!"

"No, you're not thinking clearly! I'll die either way, Shini. We will never make it back in time for Donnie to fix this. I either bleed to death along with my baby or I die and my baby lives," She said stern then looked at him. "Do it."

The Ninja stared at her, looking like he was debating something before he gave a firm nod and knelt in front of her. His hand slowly went to grab the knife but just when he wrapped his hand around the handle, one was pointed at his throat. He looked from the corner of his eye, to see Shinigami giving him a murderous glare. "Do not dare go through with this otherwise I will-!"

"Shinigami!" Miwa shouted and Shinigami turned to her, face falling into sadness. "I will not let you die!"

"You would rather let our baby die?!" Miwa challenged and Shinigami froze.

"We do not have time for this, they're dying!" The man shouted. "Shini, please!" Miwa begged and Shinigami relented, slowly removing her blade as tears fell from her eyes. "Do not let them die."

"I was not planning on it," The Ninja promised and without missing a beat, he pulled out the knife, making Miwa scream as she arched her back in pain. "Keep your eyes on me, darling," Shinigami ordered in a comforting tone as she leaned over her and pinned her down to keep her still as The Ninja used the knife to cut her open.

Miwa was wailing non-stop as he dug his hands inside of her, moving around her organs while Shinigami kept talking to her, begging her to stay conscious and alive.

However, after a while, Miwa could not hear anything, not even the sounds of her own screams and her vision started to fade. Her body felt like it was draining and as her eyes began to flutter, struggling to stay awake, she looked down the alley to see the ghost of her mother.

With every blink, her mother came closer and closer until she was kneeling beside her. She said something that Miwa could quite not make out but the warm smile that her mother gave, told a silent promise that everything was going to be alright and just when her mother touched her shoulder-

"Waah!" The sound of a shrilling cry reached her ears and she jolted, feeling like she had just woken from a dream. Her mother was gone and when Miwa looked forward, she stared in disbelief when she saw a bloody covered infant in The Ninja's hands. "It's a boy."

Miwa could not resist the smile that crossed her lips, feeling such pride and relief as The Ninja quickly passed him off to Shinigami who wrapped the babe around her cape to keep him warm and protected from the harsh rain. "Oh, he is just darling..." She cooed while rocking him in her arms

Miwa smiled at her, tiredly but it was short-lived when she suddenly sat up, hissing in pain.

"Darling?"

"Something's wrong," She said and The Ninja looked back down at her stomach, tensing at what he saw. "There's another baby!" He yelled and the two women looked surprised but had no time to process before he dug his hands back inside her, making her grit her teeth as she gripped her fists.

She tried her best to hold back from screaming until she felt weight finally lift from her. She took a breath of relief that the whole ordeal was over but blinked in confusion when she did not hear a cry.

She turned her head at Shinigami who looked horrified which was such an uncharacteristic expression for the Angel of Death.

"What's wrong?" She asked, a bit nervously and when Shinigami did not answer, she lifted her head to see a very still, and silent bloody covered baby in The Ninja's shaky hands. Miwa's blood instantly ran cold. "Are they-?!"

She was cut off when Shinigami gently pushed her back down with her free hand. "Stay down, darling," She said, her voice shaky as well as The Ninja turned the baby over and began stimulating them. He rubbed and patted their back, trying to get them to breathe.

Miwa could only watch helplessly and tears fell from her eyes as she prayed. 'Please, I don't want my baby to die! Take my life instead! Mother, please help them!'

The Ninja, getting fed up and desperate, then began CPR and after a few dreadfully long minutes, finally, they let out a pitiful hiccup that soon turned into ear-piercing wails. "Waaah!" The sound was like music to Miwa's ears and she as well as Shinigami were smiling wildly as tears of relief fell from their eyes.

The Ninja turned the relentless wiggling babe back around, looking relieved as well as he lifted them up. "It's a girl..." He announced softly and Miwa shot a look at Shinigami. "Seems we both got what we wanted..."

Shinigami crackled and whipped her tears. "Seems so."

Now that both her babies were alright, Miwa began to feel the adrenaline drain from her body and she slowly started to go limp. Shinigami instantly noticed and called to her, "Miwa?" She tried to answer her but could not find the strength as her eyes finally closed.

"MIWA!"

...

A few days later,

At first, she could not make sense of where she was.

She could hear faint noises that began to pull her from her sleep but she could not yet open her eyes. All she could make aware of was the pain. Terrible pain. Like her insides had been ripped out and rearranged.

She tried to open her eyes, to move but couldn't and she had a sense that it was because she was dosed on drugs. At first, panic filled her mind, remembering all those times she had been drugged as Shredder's prisoner but then, the faint noises grew clearer and she realized that they were not noises but voices.

"How long do you think it will be until she wakes?" A voice asked and Miwa recognized it as her wife's voice.

Feeling slowly came back to her as well, just in time for her to feel a hand stroke through her hair and a familiar warmth spread through her. She did not even need to hear his voice to know who it was. "Tang Shen slept night and day after Miwa was born, and that without going through...emergency surgery. Going through something like this, can take a heavy toll."

Surgery? She had surgery? Well, that explained her pain but, what kind of surgery did she have and why? Did another mission go wrong? Were they attacked? Did she get badly injured somehow? What happened?

"I am just glad she agreed to be the one to do this instead of me. I may have been trained as an assassin and I can handle any kind of torture I am put through but that...seemed to be a whole other level," Her wife said, and Miwa could hear the cringe in her tone.

"Indeed. That is why I am grateful that I am a man."

'What?! What did being a man have to do with this?!' She wanted to ask but could not find her voice, still very weak but strength was slowly coming back to her.

"Waah!"

A sudden wail startled Miwa's thoughts and before she could start wondering what that was, her wife's voice answered for her, "Oh, it is alright, my little Spitfire."

"Spitfire?" She heard her father ask in an amused tone and her wife giggled. "Yes, she is my little spitfire. In the last few days, she has already proven that she is just like Miwa. Fiercely demanding and so, she is my spitfire."

Miwa wanted to throw a witty comment at that but again, her mouth still would not obey. "Have you decided on names yet?" Her father then asked. "Well...Miwa already knew what she wanted to name the baby if we had a son, but we did not think for a girl."

"Weren't you the one who wanted a daughter? Didn't you think of any names?"

"Yes, I did but...I am always terrible at naming things! I just can not decide and Miwa, does not want to name our children something that is meaningless."

"I can understand that" Her father agreed. "How do you think she will react once she learns that we had twins?" Her wife asked, a hint of nervousness in her tone.

Now, she remembered.

The Attack.

The Cultist.

The birth...

It was then that Miwa was finally able to open her eyes. Her wife gasped, "Is she waking up?"

"Miwa?"

Miwa cracked open her eyes, flinching slightly at the brightness of the room she was in before she opened her eyes fully, to see her father and wife sitting on either side of her bed.

She slowly sat up, grunting in pain at the action but she pushed through as she adjusted from finally being awake. "How long was I out?" She asked, her voice rough and dry, from lack of water.

"A week," Shinigami answered as Splinter handed her a cup of water which she gratefully accepted. She chugged the whole thing down before passing it back to him. "How is your pain, my daughter?"

"Terrible," Miwa groaned miserably and Splinter chuckled while rubbing her head. "Well, I am sure a nurse will be here shortly to give you medication." Miwa scowled in confusion. "How am I still alive? What happened after I blacked out?"

"After you passed out, your brothers found us and Donatello quickly, portaled us to the Utrome Hospital. They put you in a tub of mutation in order to heal you, like they did for Splinty," Shinigami explained and Miwa blinked a couple times. "And the Cultist? What happened to them?"

"We were able to chase them off but I fear, we have not seen the last of them." Miwa frowned at that as she tried to process everything that had happened. She could not believe she and her babies made it out alive.

Speaking of her babies...

Miwa looked at the pink bundle in Shinigami's arms and at the floating heat lamp pod that was beside her, where her other baby slept. "Are they ok?" She asked, her voice cracking a little as she remembered how she almost lost one of them.

"Yes. We had a bit of a scare but, despite being so young, they are both very strong. Just like their mummy."

"So...we had twins?"

"One boy and one cute little girl. The boy is the eldest, in case you were wondering," Shinigami responded as she came closer. "Do you wish to hold them?"

Hesitating briefly, Miwa nodded and Shinigami smiled as she passed her their daughter while Splinter went to give her their son. She held each baby on either arm, her son on her right and her daughter on her left.

Her son was a pretty big baby but not by much. He has black hair, tan-skin, Miwa's nose, and big almond shaped amber eyes. Her eyes started to fill with tears at the sight of him. Despite how hidden she is with her emotions, this whole experience has been a huge roller coaster ride that became more than she could handle. She is just so happy that he was here and he is just so beautiful. She will probably scold herself for it later but right now, she just could not care.

She then looked at her daughter, who looked much like her. Both of her babies looked like her but there was some feature difference with the boy, the girl however, was her exact image.

She has black hair, tan skin, Miwa's nose, and big bright almond shaped amber eyes. Her daughter was a bit smaller than her brother but she seemed to have more fire. The way she squirmed relentlessly in her bundle, just made her want to smile. She understood Shinigami's little nickname for her now.

"Do they not look just like you, Darling?" Shinigami mused with a warm smile. "They are defiantly yours."

"Yours too," Miwa corrected. "You both should be very proud. They are beautiful," Splinter said smiling down at the twins, making Miwa smile. "Where are my brothers?"

"Still in the waiting room. I will go let them know that you are awake but fair warning, if you do not have names for your children by the time I come back, Michelangelo might end up naming them for you," Splinter joked as he got up and walked out of the room.

Right.

She had no name for her daughter.

The room fell heavily silent as soon as Splinter left, with Miwa still staring at her babies with an unreadable expression as she held them close, so that she could feel their heart beats, assuring herself that they were still alive and well.

"That was pretty horrific, wasn't it?" Shinigami said after a while. 'Horrific is an understatement,' Miwa thought to herself as she began to rock her children. "Yeah, probably the most horrifying thing I have ever been through and I was raised by Shredder."

"Indeed," Shinigami agreed with a light laugh that did not quite reach her eyes. "I have never been so afraid in my life. I thought I had lost you...and them."

Miwa frowned, finally ripping her eyes away from her babies to look at her wife. "Do you understand now? Why it took me so long to agree to have a child of my own?"

Shinigami furrowed her brows and lowered her head. "Yes. I do..."

Miwa shook her head at herself. "My life is so dangerous Shini. What kind of mother would want this life for their children? The dangers they will have to face, the burdens they will have to carry, and all for the sake of the clan. You know, I used to be mad at my mother for trying to choose for me, for not wanting me to be a kunoichi but now...I get it. I understand now why she wanted to take me away."

"So, what do you want to do? You know I will follow you wherever, darling," Shinigami asked, gently with a supportive smile that made Miwa quirk her lips upward a bit before she sighed, "I don't know...Yes, what happened was terrifying but what happened was also a real reminder of why I need an heir. The Cultist will stop at nothing to take back the Foot! I have to make sure that never happens and the only way to secure that, is if I have someone to take my place when I am gone. Even though I don't want to, I feel like I have to train them and prepare them. It is the only way I know how to keep them safe. If I don't then they will be in far more danger...and so will the clan."

"Understandable," Shinigami agreed. "Anything else?" Miwa pondered for a moment. "Yes. Until they are grown, I want them to have somewhat of a normal life. I want them to go to school, make friends and experience things I never got to..."

Shinigami made a face but sighed, "If that is what you wish, my darling."

Miwa smiled, knowing how Shinigami felt about normality but her children will grow to have big responsibilities one day. Before that happens, she wants them to enjoy their youth as much as possible...something she never got the chance to do...

"So now that's all settled, can we decide on a name? We do not have much longer until Michelangelo comes in," Shinigami crackled and Miwa chuckled, "Yes and I think I know what I want to name her."

"Oh?"

"During my...labor...I think I saw my mother, Shini," Miwa whispered with a soft smile and Shinigami looked a bit surprised. "I don't know if it was my imagination from the pain but it felt real and she said something to me. I don't know what it was, I couldn't hear her, I could only see her and I prayed for her to save our babies...and she ended up saving all three of us..."

Shinigami gave a warm smile, knowing for a fact Miwa did not imagine it. One of the Angel of Death's many abilities is being able to see the dead and she indeed saw Tang Shen that night. At first, when she saw Shen, she feared it was because she was taking Miwa or her babies away but thankfully, she was there to save them and she will be forever grateful to her for that. She even made a mental note to herself to leave an offering at the shrine later.

"So, I am assuming you wish to name our daughter after your mother?"

"Not exactly," Miwa cringed. "I mean, that would be kind of weird, because of his name," She said while nodding down to her son. "But I do have another name in mind."

"What is it?" Shinigami asked and Miwa leaned to whisper it in her ear. "I love it!"

...

Later,

"Sooo~ What are their names, what are their names?!" Mikey asked anxiously, earning a rough nudge on the shoulder from Raph. "Well, if you let her speak!"

"I still can not believe you guys had twins?! I did not see that coming!" April exclaimed as she looked at the babes. "It is odd considering twins do not run in our family," Donnie added then looked at his father, questionably. "Does it?"

Splinter shook his head.

"Blah, blah, blah! Who cares?! What are the names?!" Mikey asked again, impatiently and Miwa smirked as she glanced at Shinigami who nodded. "You guys really want to know?"

When everyone gave a nod, Miwa first picked up her daughter and showed her off to her family. "This is our daughter; she is the youngest of the two and we just decided on a name before you guys came in."

"What is it?" Leo urged, curiously. "Her name is Hamato Amai. She is named after our mother's great ancestor, Tang Amaya but I shortened it to Amai so that it could also be her own name. Her name means, "Grace, cherry blossom, and brightness." I wanted to pick something that came from Mother and I thought the name Amai was perfect."

"It's a beautiful name, sis but why not just name her Shen?" Raph asked with a raised brow. "Because of what our son's name is."

Everyone threw each other confused glances as Miwa handed Amai to Shinigami, so that she could pick up her son. With a bit of hesitation, Miwa proudly announced, "This is our son and he is named after someone very special, and it is with great honor that his name is...Hamato Yoshi. "The greatest among the rest".

Splinter looked taken off guard as a touch expression crossed his face and a smile bloomed over his snout. "Miwa...I-I do not even know what to say," He chuckled at himself and went to hug her. "Thank you."

Miwa happily hugged him in return before she handed him his grandson who he gladly took in his arms. As everyone else began to dote on the babies, Leo approached his sister and Shinigami with a curious look on his face. "Where is he?"

Miwa frowned and answered honestly, "I don't know," She turned to her wife. "Shini?"

Shinigami rolled her eyes in utter annoyance. "He said he had to 'take care of something.'"

Miwa rolled her eyes as well but shrugged, not really all that surprised. However, Leo looked angry at this information. "It's fine, Leo," She promised. "Maybe he will come by later."

Her brother did not look convinced but decided to change the subject. "As soon as you are fully recovered, we should set up a meeting to discuss the Cultist situation....I also think Pimiko should be there."

Miwa flinched aback by the mention of her sister then scowled, sternly. "She doesn't want to be involved." Shinigami scoffed. "Well, the only reason we are dealing with the Cultist again is because of-"

"Shini!" Miwa scolded. "This was not her fault. How was she supposed to know this would happen?"

"Well, regardless," Leo spoke up, "If the Cultist came after you, they might come after her as well. We have to be more prepared for them and... whether she likes it or not, Mi... Pimiko is already involved."

Miwa frowned, looking conflicted but nodded in agreement. "I'll talk to her but I give no promises."

Leo just nodded.

"Guys look!" Mikey's sudden gasped, caused everyone's attention to turn and they all looked over to see Yoshi transforming into a mutant viper with white, gray razor sharp scales, jade green slitted eyes, and snakehead hands.

Shortly after him, Amai transformed too. She turned into a mutant cobra with black, white scales, jade green slitted eyes, snakehead hands, and a sharp blade at the end of her tail.

"Looks like they have inherited your mutant ability," Donnie noted and Miwa sighed. "Great. Motherhood is going to suck, isn't it?"

Shinigami giggled. "We will soon find out~"

...

That night,

Miwa was sleeping soundly next to her wife when something suddenly awoke her. She sat up and looked over at the pods that her children were sleeping in, to see a familiar ninja standing over them

He did not seem to have noticed her. So, she slowly stood and quietly walked over to stand next to him, wrapping her robe over her chest. "You can hold them, you know?" She sudden voice caused The Ninja to jump violently and he spun around to glare at her.

She laughed at his reaction. "You haven't gone rusty over the years, have you?" He narrowed his eyes at her then muttered, "I forgot you were a light sleeper."

"I have to be when I have hundreds of people trying to kill," Miwa shrugged and The Ninja did not respond to that, instead he dug something out of his pocket. "I made something for them."

Miwa looked surprised as he handed her a black box and when she opened it, she smiled at the two twin black necklaces that were inside. The necklaces were shaped as the yin and yang signs, with dragon cravings on them. "They're beautiful."

"I..." He hesitated while handing her another box. "Made something for you too." With a raised brow, Miwa took the box and gasped when she opened it. Inside, was a sliver shaped snake hair pin with red rhinestones in it. "I...why would you-?"

"I was told those rhinestones were made from the fiercest of fires," The Ninja mused. "The shape was hard to make but I managed, I thought it was suitable...for a queen." Miwa snorted. "I am no queen."

"Tell that to my people," The Ninja muttered and Miwa stared at him, aback then said in an amused tone, "Just don't tell Shinigami that." The Ninja nodded in understanding before looking back at the babes who were sleeping peacefully in their pods. "They look like you. That's good, hopefully they will take after you too."

"I don't want them to be anything like me," Miwa mumbled, looking over them with a shameful expression. "Shini and I decided, long before they were born that they will not know me as Karai. They can never know of my time with Shredder, the things that I have done and...the people I have hurt."

"You will never tell them?" The Ninja asked, curiously. "Maybe when they are older...but knowing would just put them in more danger. I have enemies who want me killed for betraying Shredder but I have even more enemies who want me dead for the things I have done as Karai. If anyone knew they were 'Oroku Karai's' children, they will have just as many targets on their backs as I do."

"Don't be too hard on yourself about it. We all did things we regret in that clan. I was way worse than you."

"But you left," Miwa pointed out. "Way sooner than I did. You weren't as blind as I was."

"I didn't exactly have a choice to leave," The Ninja said in a bitter and hateful tone that made Miwa give a remorseful expression that she could not suppress. Noticing it, he quickly cleared his throat and stated in a softer tone, "You changed. That's not something everyone can do. Even after I left, I didn't exactly do good things."

Miwa wanted to ask what sort of things he meant but decided not to push it. "So, Yoshi and Amai, huh?" He asked, changing the subject. "Yes. Sorry, maybe I should have included you."

"No. I like them. Oh and by the way, I don't know what you were planning to do with the last names but you don't have to add mine. I'm fine with being the last Hattori in my family."

"Well, Shinigami will be happy to hear that," Miwa smiled and The Ninja huffed a laugh before turning to leave. "I'll stay in touch."

(Irrilia belongs to Myrling)

(Thalos belongs to bludinkdragonz)

December 19th, 2022

Salamandria,

It was a peaceful day on Salamandria, the trainees were training, the soldiers were running laps, and the weaponry station was sparking. Everything was going well until a loud scream came from the nearby hospital, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

The Salamandrian people all looked at each other, wondering what on Earth could cause such a high-pitch, agonizing blood-cry scream. Was there a battle going on inside the hospital, they wondered and yes, indeed a battle was going on, a battle of a certain 25 year old mutant turtle, who was trying his best to fight through the pain as his Salamandrian wife crushed the bones of his hand  as she was getting ready to deliver their first child. 

"AHHH!" The owner of the loud scream, was the brave and daring warrior, protector of Earth...Hamato Raphael and the woman who was lying on the hospital bed beside him, grunting, sweating, and gritting her teeth in pain was his wife, the fiercest and fearless Lieutenant Y'Gythgba or as you may know her, Monalisa.

"Alright, Y'Gythgba, keep pushing," The doctor ordered.

"R-Raphael..." She whimpered to him in fear. Monalisa has been through many scary things in her time in the army but delivering a child seemed to scare her beyond reasoning. Not only was this her first time but neither she, nor Raphael or anyone really, knew what to expect. There has never been a child born from two different kinds of species before, not that anyone knew of any way. Countless things could go wrong and right now, every worse case scenario was going through her head.

Raphael was not doing much better, though right now he was in pain from his broken hand, inside he was panicking, and feeling incredibly helpless. His wife was scared and his child was about to be born. He hated feeling so powerless but there was nothing he could do. All he could do was be by her side, allow her to crush his hand into tiny pieces, comfort her and pray that his child comes out alright.

"I-It will be okay, Mona," He wheezed, looking at her through his tearful eyes. "J-Just breath and keep pushing!" Mona nodded and lifted up slightly to push with all her might. She noticed how the doctor seemed to frown as soon as she took a break.

Regret and fear filled her chest, wondering if she made a mistake coming here instead of taking Bishop's advice and going to the Utrome hospital. Sure, perhaps they did not know much about different species births either but they knew more about mutants than Salamandrians did. However, Monalisa so badly wished for her child to be born on her home planet and after some reassurance from Raphael, she decided to go through with it. Now, she wished she had not.

"Raphael...what if something is wrong? What if our baby does not make it?" Monalisa horsed as tears start to fall from her face. Raph smiled at her, though inside he was just as scared. "They'll be fine, Mona. I mean, they're our kid after all, right? They are sure to be fighter!"

Monalisa smiled at that and nodded as the doctor then said, "Alright, Y'Gythgba, one more time. Push!" Gathering all the fire and strength within her, Monalisa sat up again and pushed. She panted, doing it a couple more times then- "I see the head!" The doctor exclaimed, in disbelief as well as relief. "Keep pushing, Y'Gythgba!"

"You got this, babe, keep going!" Raphael cheered on, through his shrill of pain as his hand began to now turn purple. Monalisa did so and a few moments later, she felt the pain and pressure begin to lift, and a silent, *plop* sound but otherwise...it was silent. Both her's and Raphael's heart dropped for a second until finally, they heard a loud wail as the doctor lifted a small form in his hand, smiling widely. "Congratulations, Mr and Mrs. Hamato, you are now the proud parents of a beautiful baby girl!"

Both Mona and Raph had tears in their eyes, as their faces broke out into smiles as they laughed in relief. After cleaning the small babe, the doctor handed her to Mona and both she as well as Raph looked down at her, eyes in awes at the sight of her. No one knew what the baby would look like but they never expected to look as beautiful as she did.

The baby was a mutant, salamander hybrid. She looked like her father but her green scales were slightly lighter than his dark green scales, and she had Salamandrian pale green spots all over her body like Mona. Her shell was also fused with her body and she had a long Salamandrian tail. And once she opened her eyes, they were just like her mother's, big round orange colored Salamandrian eyes.

"Oh...Raphael..." Monalisa breathed, stroking a hand over the baby's face, making her smile. "She's so beautiful...." Raph stared wide-eyed for a long while before grinning. "Yeah...she's perfect." He brought his hand out and his heart felt warm as her tiny hand, wrapped around his finger. She squeezed and he flinched slightly at the unexpected strength. "Ouch!" He said playfully. "You got your mother's strength!"

Monalisa chuckled at him as the baby giggled then a thought came to mind. "Raphael...after everything, I just realized we never thought of a name." Raph blinked. "That's true..."

"Well? What should we name her?" Monalisa asked and Raph tried to think as he looked down at his daughter. "I don't know. I would like it to be something that comes from both of us..."

"Ramona?" Monalisa said, teasingly, remembering the couple nickname Michelangelo gave them. Raph cringed but smiled. "No. That's too cheesy." The two sat in silence, thinking long and hard than Monalisa gasped. "I know!"

"What?" Raph asked and Monalisa gave him a smirk. "Do you remember how we met?" Raph gave her a playful scoff. "How could I forget?" He then smirked while rubbing his chin."I'm still swore from that punch you gave me."

Monalisa amusingly rolled her eyes. "Yes but, how we met is when we went on our first adventure together. Do you remember what we were after?" Raph raised a brow. "The Irrilium but what does that have to do with our baby's name?"

Monalisa smiled. "There is this name I once heard during my travels in the army. A name that was created from Irrilium. It means, "Fighter, leader, and...the will of a blade,"....and so, I think our child should be named, Irrilia. After the Irrilium we fought side-by-side together for the first time and it is a fitting name for our future warrior."

Raph considered it. "Hamato Irrilia, huh?" He echoed as he met the eyes of his daughter and grinned warmly. "Yeah...I love it."

A clear throat than caught their attention. "Sorry to interrupt but...sir, perhaps we should take care of your hand?" The doctor said while pointing at Raphael's purplish, broken hand. He cringed while lifting up the limp hand. "Oh yeah...right."

Mona cringed in guilt. "I am so sorry, my love..."

January 21st, 2023

Raph sighed as he waited in the waiting room, his leg bouncing anxiously as he sat on the chair. He hated not being in the room with Mona while she was getting ready to deliver their second baby but...he did not exactly have much choice-

"Papa!"A tiny voice called and Raph looked down with a smile to see his 1-year-old daughter, looking up at him with a smile while tapping his knee, wanting to be picked up. Raph grinned while lifting the young turtle-salamandrian hybrid off the ground and on top of his bouncing knee, making her giggle.

Raph wasn't as scared as he first had been with Irrilia. A lot of more mutant births have been happening since his daughter was born. He was now a proud uncle actually. His sister, had her own set of twins not too long ago. However, that probably is not the best example because during the birth, she almost lost one of them... There was still so much they didn't know about mutant pregnancies but so far, they were always difficult, especially halflings.

Because Mona is an alien though, she is at less of a risk and she already gave birth to Irrilia without much trouble, so Raph wasn't worried but he was still nervous because still, you never know what could go wrong and he wasn't by his wife's side to make sure she will be alright.

"You excited to be a big sister, Princess?" He cooed at his daughter, trying to distract himself and Irrilia nodded. "What do you think we'll have? A boy or a girl?"

"Boy!" Irrilia chirped, making him laugh and just then a Salamandrian nurse came out, wearing a soft smile on her face as she held a bundle in her arms. "Mr. Hamato?" She called, gently and setting Irrilia down on the ground, he got up and awed at the small form in her arms. She grinned as she passed it to him. "Congratulations, you now have a cute baby boy."

Raph looked down at his son and was a bit taken aback by his appearance. Unlike Irrilia, his son did not look like a hybrid at all. He almost looked full Salamandrian, no turtle feature in sight. The only thing he seemed to inherit from him were his green eyes and unlike most Salamandrians, he did not have spots instead he only had teal green colored scales which was probably a mix from his green and Mona's blue scales.

Raph grinned as he looked down at him but it was short-lived. "But wait, what happened to Mona? Is she alright?" The Salamandrian gave an assuring smile. "Lieutenant Y'Gythgba is fine, she is just resting. She told me to bring your son out, knowing you would start to get impatient."

Raph let out a laugh at that, his wife knew him too well. "I will let you know when she wakes," The nurse promised before leaving as Raph went back to sit down, showing Irrilia her new brother. "Looks like you were right, Irrilia. You have a baby brother."

Irrilia stared wide-eyed at her brother, her mouth agasp before she broke out into a smile, and gently tapped his face, making the baby boy laugh. "Brof'er!" Raph grinned as he watched his two children. "What do you think we should name him?" He asked his daughter.

Irrilia blinked, thinking about it then giggling, "Barn'y!" Raph winced at that. That stupid show his daughter is obsessed with, drove him crazy, hearing those cheesy songs play over and over, getting stuck in his head all day long. Yeah, there was no way he was naming his son after that sorry excuse for a dinosaur.

Raph then thought about Irrilia's name, she was named after the symbol of his and Mona's love, the name that came from how they met but...what about where they met. Raph thought of that cold, icy planet, where he met Mona and both of them almost died. He remembered thinking how beautiful that planet looked from afar but never knew how amazing it would be once he entered.

And with that final thought, he knew what he wanted to name his son and knew that his wife would love it too. "Well, that is a good name, Illy but how about...Hamato Thalos." Irrilia beamed and clapped at the name, "Thal'os!" Raph smiled at her then looked down at his son who looked up at him while chewing on his tail. "Well, Thalos, welcome to the world."

July 7th, 2025

"Rokka! Rokka, rokka!"

Splinter watched as his friend, Sal/Commander G'Throkka paced just outside the door of Donatello's lab, anxiously.

He has never seen his friend so distraught but he could not blame him. This was the worst possible time for Monalisa to have her third child.

Long story short, the Kraang were back and they had brought a huge mutagen filled bomb that was made to mutate the whole planet all at once. One would think, after so long, the Kraang would have moved on and given up by now but, no.

They were just waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Just a couple hours after the boys, his daughter, and the others had left to stop the Kraang, Monalisa went into labor. He is thankful that April, Hé Nà, and Angel stood behind, otherwise he was unsure of what they would do.

April and Hé Nà were currently helping Mona with her labors while Angel was in the dojo, guarding the other children, keeping them hidden, and distracted from what was going on outside.

Meanwhile, Splinter was guarding the entrance, making sure no unwanted visitors came through while Sal was guarding Donnie's lab, making sure no one disturbed his lieutenant during her most vulnerable hour. His friend continued to pace and mutter in his native tongue, swearing and cursing the Kraang for putting his lieutenant in this situation. (Splinter does not need to understand to know his friend was swearing)

"Monalisa will be fine, G'Throkka and the boys will succeed. They have many times before," Splinter tried to comfort and G'Throkka slowed in his pacing, shaking his head. "It is not just that I fear, Yoshi. Yes, I worry for my Lieutenant's health and the destruction of your planet but I also worry what my people will do once they find out Y'Gythgba gave birth to her child on Earth."

Splinter's ears perked. He did not know much about Salamandria but just by the little information his friend had given him in the past, they were a judgemental, traditional and prideful race. He knew that they looked down on his son and shamed Monalisa for their marriage. He hated to think what they thought of his grandchild but not able to help his curiosity, he asked, "Why is that?"

Sal sighed and leaned his back against the door with crossed arms. "My people already shame Y'Gythgba for marrying and having children with an outworlder. I hate to imagine what things they will say once they learn that she did not have her third child on our planet. They already believe Y'Gythgba has turned her back on our ways and is not raising her children to be 'proper Salamandrian warriors' which is ridiculous! I had hoped with time, our people would become more accepting of Y'Gythgba and her choices but many still can not let go of their ways of tradition!"

"I know the feeling..." Splinter muttered, remembering his father. "I know it can be hard hearing others say foul things about your child but just know, Monalisa is always accepted and loved here."

Sal gave a ghost of a smile at that. "Thank you. It soothes my worries knowing she has all of you to watch out for her when I am not here." Splinter smiled in return and in that moment, they began to hear the lab doors unlock. Sal jumped and hurried out of the way as the two women stepped out.

"How is she?" Sal blurted, not able to wait another second and April chuckled. "She had another boy and he looks just like Raph." Sal rushed inside the lab with Splinter soon following, "April, guard the entrance for me, will you?" April nodded and watched as the two grandfathers went to Mona's bedside.

She was smiling but it did not quite reach her eyes which Sal noticed instantly. "How are you, Y'Gythgba?" He asked while putting a hand on her cheek, trying to comfort her. "Fine..." She answered a bit groggily from exhaustion. "I just wish Raphael was here. I wish I was out there helping him."

"I am sure he will be back soon," Splinter assured gently and that is when Sal asked, "May we see our grandson?" Mona nodded and gladly passed her son over to her Commander. Sal grinned while Splinter leaned over to get a close look, smiling warmly at the sight.

April had been right. This child did look a lot like Raphael with only a few differences. He had greenish-gray scales with a big green birthmark over his left eye, a dark green shell fused with his body, a long salamandrian tail, and green salamandrian eyes.

Splinter was very amused at the sight and laughed as Sal gave him a turn to hold him. "If I did not know any better, I would think I was holding my own son right now." Mona smiled. "I know. He resembles his father so much...I wish to name him something that resembles him as well."

Splinter hummed at that when one name came to mind. "What about Giovanni?" Mona titled her head. "Giovanni?" Splinter began to explain, "As you already know, I had named my children after the Italian renaissance and Giovanni had been one of them. Not only that but he was also Raphael Santi's father."

Monalisa considered the name then grinned. "I really love that, Splinter."

"I love it too," Sal said but then, "But Y'Gythgba, our people-"

"I know Commander," Mona sighed. "But they are already upset that I did not give Irrilia and Thalos proper salamandrian names. So, what is the harm if I give one of my children a name that comes from the planet they are raised on?"

Sal thought about it and nodded in agreement. "True. I just want you to be prepared for the judgement that comes your way after this."

"My focus is not on that right now. All I care about now, is Raphael returning to my side..."

...

"MONA!" Raph screamed as he slammed open the lab doors. He was bleeding and grunting in pain but forced himself to limp to her as she shot up in a sitting position. "Raphael!" She exclaimed, noticing how badly injured he was. Her husband had bandages over his head, arms, left leg and...he also had a bloody patch over his right eye...

He panted and sat in a chair, beside her, looking her over. "You okay?"

"I should be asking you that! What were you thinking?! You could have worsened your injuries!" She immediately scolded him. "Fuck that!" Raph snapped back. "I don't care if I had lost an arm, I still would have run all the way here!"

Monalisa sighed and her features softened as she looked at her husband, knowing he had been so afraid during that whole battle and learning that he was not here, by his wife when she was in need of him most, was enough to finally push him over the edge. Gently, she grabbed his face and leaned her head against his. "Oh, Raphael...We're okay, we are all alright. We won. Everyone is safe now."

Raph sniffed, trying to fight back the tears as he pressed his head against her's. He could have lost everything. He almost had. The whole world was almost destroyed and he, as well as his wife, children, his entire family could have been destroyed with it. This was not like back when they were young, he has so much more to lose now. They only had one shot to win and thankfully, they did but...he had been so close at death's door. How was he even still alive?!

His mind came to a pause when he heard a sudden cooing sound and that is when Raph finally looked down at Mona's arms, to see a small hybrid babe staring back at him curiously.

Monalisa noticed his gaze and smiled. "Raphael, meet your new son...Giovanni."

Raph blinked and looked at her. "Giovanni?" Monalisa nodded. "Yes, your father suggested it to me. He just looks so much like you, I wanted to name him something that resembles you. Do you like it?" Raph considered it and grinned. "Yeah, I love it." He then went to pick up his new son, holding him close, chuckling wetly as Giovanni tried to grab his face. "He does look like me, doesn't he?"

"Yes...which means he will probably take after you as well," Mona chuckled. "And what's so wrong with me?" Raph asked, playfully acting to be insulted.

Mona laughed and cupped his cheek. "Absolutely nothing, my love. Nothing at all..."

August 20th, 2027

Raph smiled a bit amused as he stared down at his fourth child. Another son. He is a hybrid just like Irrilia and Giovanni. He has midnight blue scales, with green spots, orange salamandrian eyes, a long salamandrian tail and...an soft black shell.

"I worry about his shell..." Raph looked at his wife to see her uneasy gaze. "The doctor said it is extremely fragile and can cause serious harm if it gets wounded." Raph's smile wavered at that but he tried to put on a brave face for his wife. "Hey, lets not worry about that right now. First, we need to figure out what to name the kid!"

Monalisa smiled a bit amused and exhaled as she laid back on the hospital bed. "Honestly...I have no idea. Irrilia, Thalos and Giovanni were so easy. Irrilia and Thalos are named of our remembrance of our love for each other and Giovanni I named after the Italian renaissance like you but for this one, I believe we are going to have to think of something different."

Raph nodded in agreement. "It can't be something random or meaningless, that's for sure. Hey, what about your parents?"

"My parents? No. That will not work."

"Why not?" Raph asked with a raised brow as Monalisa began to explain, "Raphael, on my planet, a Salamandrian's name is our greatest honor, one that can not be shared. Not even to our children."

"Well, you aren't on Salamandria."

Monalisa smiled. "I know but my parents were so into the Salamandria way, that I don't think they would see naming our child after one of them an honor but more of an insult." She then added with a chuckle, "Besides, remember how long it took you to be able to pronounce my name? Try pronouncing my parents' without stuttering."

"Oh come on, I've gotten good at my Salamandrian. Try me. What were your parents' names?" Taking her husband up on his challenge, she answered, "G'Arai'uk and Y'Eyonga."

Raph stilled as his eyes widened but too stubborn to back down, he moved his mouth, preparing to try to pronounce her parents' names. "G-G'A-Ga- no...um...Y-Y-Eya-" His wife's soft laughter got him to stop and he pouted. "Well, I'm sure I can learn it!"

Shaking her head while still lightly laughing, Monalisa looked to her husband and cupped his face. "I appreciate the thought, my love but naming a child after ourselves or our parents is just not our way on my planet."

"It wouldn't be the first time you went against their ways," Raph pointed out. "I know but I do not wish to go against my parents." Raph understood that as Mona then asked, "What about your father?"

"Taken. Remember?" Monalisa gasped. "Oh right, how could I forget about Yoshi. Umm..." She then sighed and hummed in thought as she stared at her son. "I just do not know Raphael...I just think he is beautiful. His scales and spots remind me of that painting you once showed me...what was it called again? The Starry Night?"

Raph nodded. "Yeah, painted by Vincent Van Gogh. My dad said it was one of my mom's favorite paintings when he showed her the Italian renaissance." Monalisa beamed. "Then I believe we found the perfect name!" Raph raised a brow. "What?"

"Vincent, after the painter and since it is something that your mother loved, it would be a way to honor her memory." Raph thought about it. His wife was right, the name Vincent did suit him well and naming him Vincent after Shen's favorite painter would make him feel like he was honoring her memory in some way.

It was not that long ago when he finally had the courage to tell his wife about that night...

How he and his brothers are still haunted by that night...

He wanted so badly to save Shen but he had failed, and all because he nor his brothers took the risk to tell her about her fate. Raph wanted to take the risk, and he tried to, but he did not make it in time. He could still see her dead body and hear his father's screams, like he was dying.

It was not until Raph almost lost Mona to Lord Dregg that he understood what his father felt that night. The thought of never seeing her again almost killed him. To think that he himself put his father through that pain, because they were too worried about losing their own future...it just made him sick to his stomach.

He regrets all the eye-rolls and annoyances he felt when his father used to use his loss to lecture him. Perhaps, naming his son Vincent, would be like saying sorry for all those times and giving an apology to Shen that he wishes he could give to her himself...

"Raphael? Are you alright?" Mona asked in concern when she noticed how sad Raph's face started to look. "Y-Yeah, I just..." He smiled softly. "I think Vincent is a perfect name, Mona..."

Later,

When they returned home, Raph had immediately gone to New York to show off his new son and once his family were done doting on him, he decided to pay a visit in the dojo. He kneeled in front of the shrine and looked at the portrait, his eyes locked on the woman in the photo as memories of that day resurfaced.

"Are you aliens or Yokai?"

"I do not know who I will choose, I must do what is right for my daughter."

"Follow your heart Shen, you know who the better man is!"

"Tang Shen!"

"Shen, wait!"

"SHEEEEEEEN!!!!!"

Raph winced to himself as he tried to shake the memory. He knew her only for a day yet still...he felt like he knew her all his life. Just from one meeting, he knew what kind of woman Shen was.

She was not just a mother or some woman caught in a rivalry between two brothers.

No.

She was more than that.

She was a fighter. A brave, fierce woman who always followed her own heart and would fight tooth and nail for her family....much like his Mona. (The thought made Raphael smile to himself.)

She was also caring, compassionate and accepted them, ugly turtle creatures she had only just met, into her home and fed them cucumbers. He still laughed when he thought of that.

He also remembered when he was a boy, staring at pictures of her, wondering what she would have been like if he had the chance to meet her and if she would accept them, ugly mutants as her sons.

And she had. She accepted them and whatever he imagined her to be as a child...she turned out to be even greater than that.

"You got another grandchild," He said to the picture, smirking slightly. "Hamato Vincent. We named him after your favorite artist" He lifted his son to look at the picture. "Say hi to your Gram-Gram, Vinny." Little Vincent giggled as he reached for the photo.

'Gram-Gram' is the name Irrilia gave to Shen when she first asked who the woman in the picture with her grandfather was and he remembered it being a very tense, awkward conversation they had to explain to his six-year-old daughter but he remembered the tension immediately leaving as soon as she said, 'Gram-Gram'.

Sad but happy smiles had passed among the Hamato family. Ever since then, the name 'Gram-Gram' justsort of stuck between all the children, and they spoke of her like she was some ancient warrior. The way she sacrificed herself just so they could all be here today, and it warmed his as well as his family's hearts.

"You love Gram-Gram?" Raph cooed and beamed when his son laughed again. He lifting Vincent over his head, making him giggle madly and as he did, a sudden warm breeze passed through tree, toward his face-"Anatawa Hitorijanai"

Raph's eyes widened and he gasped as he whirled around but saw no one. He could have sworn, he had just heard Shen's voice but then again, that could have easily been his imagination.

The cooing that came from his son brought him out of it and he smiled down at him before he began to leave the dojo, only to pause. He glanced back at the photo one last time and said softly, "I wish you could have been here...Mother."

With that, he left, not knowing that above the tree, a woman of shining, proud, gold-brown eyes was watching him. "My brave kappa...I am always and forever here with you..."

May 1st, 2030

"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT! NO MORE KIDS! I am putting my foot down! Five is more than enough!" Raph exclaimed as Monalisa laughed.

All their children gathered on the bed next to her as they stared at their new and final member. A little Salamandrian that looked so much like Monalisa but with way more turtle quirks. She has greenish-blue scales with green spots, shell plates that went from her neck to the end of her salamandrain tail, and green eyes. 

"I finally have a baby sister!" Irrilia cheered excitedly and Thalos huffed while crossing his arms. "Yeah. Only took four tries."

"She looks just like you, Mama!" Giovanni noted. Monalisa smiled warmly. "You believe so?"

"What'cha gonna call her?" Vincent then asked and Monalisa hesitated. "Well..."

"I already have a name," Raph announced and all their eyes looked to him. "You do?" Raph grinned and said proudly, "Y'Ryunea." Monalisa blinked. "Y'Ryunea?"

"Yeah, for our last kid, I thought it only fair that one of them gets a name that comes from your home planet and Sal helped me come up with a bunch. Y'Ryuneawas my favorite."

"Because it was easier for you to say?" Irrilia sassed with a smirk, causing her brothers to sneaker which earned her a halfhearted glare from her father. "No!" He turned and smiled at his wife. "It's because it has the same meaning as your name, Y'Gythgba and since this kid looks so much like you, I think it suits her."

"What does Mama's name mean?" Giovanni asked curiously and Monalisa smiled as she answered, "Warrior of the stars" She gave her husband a warm look. "I love it, Raphael."

"Welcome to the family, Y'Ryunea!" Vincent said and Y'Ryuneagiggled.

Tatsu was an assassin that worked for The Yakuza before he became Shredder's Second in Command.

2. He was secret friends with Saki. Saki was convinced that Tatsu was not like the other Yakuza, but Yuuta would not hear a word of it and forbade Saki from seeing him again. Saki, of course, ignored his father and kept seeing Tatsu who showed him his world, which was the beginning of Saki's dark path.

3. Tatsu was the one who helped Saki find out the truth of his heritage.

4. After destroying The Hamato Clan, Tatsu and Saki then killed the leader of the Yakuza, making the assassin members into Foot soldiers.

5. Tatsu was the only one other than Shredder who knew Karai was Hamato Yoshi's daughter. He disapproved of his friend's actions, knowing it would one day bring trouble, but Shredder refused to listen.

6. Tatsu had four sons of his own. His eldest son was rebellious and was in love with Karai which he, (and Shredder), greatly disapproved of. His second son was born blind, just like him and Tatsu hated it, finding it and him to be a burden. His third son was just like him in many ways and the only one Tatsu was truly proud of. His youngest son...had many issues...

7. Tatsu is sexist. He thinks girls are too weak and emotional to be ninjas which is why he was not at all pleased when Shredder asked him to teach his daughters, especially Karai.

8. Tatsu had always planned to overthrow Shredder since it became clear that he could care less about The Foot Clan and once he died, he had the perfect opportunity but of course, Karai, once again, ruined his plans.

9. Tatsu led The Foot in Japan while Shredder was busy fighting his old enemy in New York.

10. Tatsu was mocked and abused by the Yakuza all his life, and in return, he became an abuser himself. He lost his wife, sons and half of the respect of his students as a result. Did he care? No, he did not.

Casey Arnold (CJ) Jones

Quick Summary: Casey Arnold (CJ) Jones. As you can guess, CJ is the son of the famous Casey Jones. His mom his Gabrielle Jones. Not wanting him to suffer the same kind of name calling and teasing, Casey decided to spare his son and name him Casey instead of Arnold which Grandpa Arnie was not happy with! CJ is a lot like his father but is a little more...mature. He also loves hockey and eventually becomes vigilante like his father which Gabby was not at all happy with.

Shadow Cassandra Jones

Quick Summary: Jennika is the daughter of April and Donatello. Like her father, she was born highly intelligent but unlike him, she was also born autistic. Most would not notice it, because a lot of people think that people who have autism act differently but though Jenny may act like anyone else, she is highly sensitive to a lot of things, such as - sounds, smell, touch, social situations and sometimes she struggles to understand others' emotions but above all, Jenny is a caring and smart girl who loves her family.

(AI ART WARNING!)

HAMATO GIOVANNI

Quick summary: Giovanni is a is like his father, Raphael. Hot-tempered, passionate, and loves to fight. Gio was born during a big battle with the Kraang, who planned to once again mutate the whole Earth but luckily, his father and uncles were able to stop it before they ended up in a Mutant Apocalypse or something. (What AI did not get) Gio is a 13-year-old mutant turtle, salamandrian hybrid with greenish-gray scales, a green birthmark over his left eye, a dark green shell fused with his body, a long salamander tail, and green salamander eyes. He wears black hakama pants with a red sash and a red bandana that covers the top of his head to his eyes.

HAMATO VINCENT

Quick summary: Hamato Vincent, (Who is named after his grandmother Tang Shen's s favorite artist) is a kind, spunky and playful boy who always tries to keep up with his older brothers but...because of his frailty, that can be difficult. Vincent was unfortunately born with a soft shell, that can easily get seriously hurt if not careful. If his shell cracks, he can either become paralyze or die. Vincent is a 11-year-old hybrid just like Irrilia and Giovanni. He has midnight blue scales with green spots, orange salamander eyes, a long salamander tail and a soft black shell. He wears green overalls and a shield armor over his shell.

 HAMATO Y'RYUNEA

Hamato Yoshi 2nd

(Please ignore the hand and weird extra body parts around the tail. I tried to edit it out as best I could. This was the best I got from AI with Yoshi's mutant form, it looks so similar to Karai's but for some reason, it had a extra body down the middle and claw hands. I tried to say snake heads as hands but the AI was just not getting it so...Lol. I seriously need to look into art classes. LOL!)

Quick Summary: As you can guess, Yoshi is named after his Grandfather Hamato Yoshi/Splinter and like his grandfather, Yoshi was born with a purpose as many children in ninja families are. He was destined to lead The Foot Clan one day, but he did not want the role. However, according to his mother, that was not an option. Someone had to protect The Foot and The Kabuto at all costs because if he doesn't, a new Shredder could rise and start another war. Yoshi hated it. He hated having so much expected of him, he hated living under his mother's shadow and being constantly compared to...HIM. He understood why his mother needed an heir but that did not stop his resentment toward her.

Hamato Amai

It was a long time ago. She was no more than three years old when she first discovered it. She remembers getting up in the morning, wearing messy braided pigtails and purple pajamas with a black kitten pattern; her twin brother sleeping next to her, snoring away. 

She scowled at the noise and was tempted to pinch his nose to wake him up but decided against it as she crawled out of bed. She could hear her Kaasan cooking in the kitchen as she slid open her bedroom door but she did not hear her mother and her usual chatter, meaning she might have gone off to work early again. 

Seeing an opportunity to be the adorable little mischievous she knows she is, she went to her mothers’ room and began to snoop around. The room was huge. The walls were painted blackish-purple and there was a big king size mattress that had black and purple bedding. It also had two black bedside tables; black curtains; black wooden desk with a mirror on it; a tree branch that grew cherry blossoms every spring; and a lantern shaped light pendant that also acts as a heat lamp for her mother when it is winter. 

The bedroom design was no doubt all her Kaasan’s work (All the house design was her Kaasan’s work) and it was indeed a beautiful room. It even had a balcony and two walk-in closets.

One of the closets she has already looked through and just at first glance, she knew it belonged to her Kaasan. There were dozens of expensive clothes, shoes, hats, gloves, and even sunglasses inside. There was also a random jewelry case too which was weird since she thought her Kaasan always hung all her necklaces and earrings so that way they would not get tangled up with each other. She considered opening it but remembering that her Kassan used to be an assassin, thought better of it. 

She knew never to open locked items that belonged to her Kaasan. She had made that mistake once before and it was probably the only time her Kaasan ever got truly mad at her. She had opened a locked cabinet in her mothers’ office and it turned out that cabinet had been her Kaasan’s and it was filled with all kinds of poisons. Her Kaasan had walked in just when she picked up one of the vials, wondering what it was and she had freaked out, scared that her daughter would accidentally spill it on herself. 

So, after her near death experience, she makes sure not to open anything that belonged to her Kaasan ever again but…what about her Mother?

She goes to open the other closet and at first, was a little disappointed at what she found. It was just a normal walk-in closet, filled with clothes and all kinds of weapons but as her eyes traveled down the swords, she noticed a slight opening on the floor. Curious, she kneels down and removes the floorboard, to see inside was a shoe box. She sets the floorboard aside before picking up the box and opening it.

It was a box of old photos but…they were weird. She saw pictures of who she could tell were her mother when she was young but she did not see her uncles or Jiji. There were three other people she recognized and that was her Kaasan, her great Aunt Mei and Cousin Kenji. Everyone else she did not recognize at all. 

She had no idea who the two teen boys with the alfro or the gold chains were; not the bald, blind man who looked quite intimidating; not the other children that were weaning black ninja garbs and definitely, not the last photo, of the scary man with the scared face. 

He was standing behind his mother who looked to be in her teens with his hands on her shoulders. They both were looking at the camera with serious, scary expressions but her mother looked like she wished to be anywhere else. Why did they look so miserable? Who is this guy?

She looks back inside the box and notices a journal. She opens it but she can not yet read. Though she is a very smart girl and could read most words, she can not yet read sentences, so she puts it back. However, at the bottom of the box, she notices a key. 

She picks it up, wondering what it could be for then remembers her mother’s shrine. Her mother had a shrine that she kept in the dojo, with a picture of her Gram-Gram, Jiji, and herself when she was a baby on top. However, at the bottom of the shrine, were two cabinets that her mother always kept mysteriously locked. 

She has tried numerous times to open it but never could because she could never find the key…until maybe now.

Sprinting out of the room, she goes to their family-size dojo at the other end of the hall and slowly slides open the doors to make sure no one was there. Across the room, she sees the shrine and goes over to it, looking over her shoulder one last time before sticking the key in. 

She could not describe the excitement she felt when the key actually turned. Slowly, she opens the doors and once she does, her jaw nearly falls to the floor at what she had found. 

Within the shrine, was a weird shaped looking skull. Or she thinks it is a skull. It sure looks like a skull. The bottom half did, anyway and it had sockets where eyes on an alive person would be but the top half was misshapen, and it looked almost metal, with three metal parts sticking out, almost like a crown. 

Unable to resist, she takes the skull out and looks it over curiously, trying to figure out if it is a real skull or some kind of artifact. 

That is when she is caught. 

“Amai,” A calm, leveled but secretly furious voice had her frozen on the spot. She knew that voice very well. She turns to see her mother, standing tall before her and glaring down at her sternly. 

Her mother is a tall Chinese- Japanese woman with long black hair that she wore in a high ponytail, bangs, light-skin and almond shaped bright amber eyes which she had inherited. She is also wearing a black sleeveless body-length suit with a hood, and a long green scarf that she uses to cover half her face when on missions. 

“What are you doing?” Her mother asks and though she was trying to remain calm, Amai knew she was furious. “Nothing.” She tried to hide the skull behind her but she knew that was stupid.Her mother had already seen and it is not like her small form, could hide the large thing behind her back anyway.

 Her mother hardens her glare, making her tense but her mother says nothing, just holds out her hand expectantly and Amai bites down on her lower lip nervously before handing over the weird skull. She watches as her mother puts it back in the shrine before locking it and turning back to her sternly. “You are not to touch or go through my things again, do you understand?”

“I was just looking, Mama!” She lies. They both knew it was a lie. If she had just wanted to look at whatever was inside, she would not have snuck around or taken it out in the first place but it was just so hard to resist. 

However, her mother was clearly not amused as she repeated, firmer, “I don’t care. You are not allowed to touch or even look at my things again!” 

“What even is it anyway?” Amai asks curiously and she is caught off guard by her mother’s reaction. She did not expect her mother to still at the question. It seemed like a normal question to ask when you find something that looks awfully similar to a human skull in your mother’s shrine but for some reason, it causes her mother to go quiet. 

Her mother is a born warrior who rarely shows much emotion but right now, her mother is completely silent and motionless, almost like a statue. The only thing that changes is her eyes, which kept shifting from amber to jade green slits. 

Amai used to love seeing that, though she could do the same with her own eyes, watching her mother do it when she is trying to intimidate someone or scare them into giving her what she wants is always so cool but right now…it was scary. 

It was like her mother was trying to battle something as her gaze stayed trained on the opposite wall, not daring to look down at her concerned daughter. Her reaction only lasts a few seconds before she regains her composure and eyes turn back to normal. 

If it was anyone else, they probably would not have noticed her mother acting strange at all but she did. It was rare to see her mother this way. Only once does she remember seeing her mother like this and that was when an old friend of her’s disappeared. 

Only something big could cause her mother to break but…what was big about that skull?

“Go play, Amai,” Her mother finally says, in a quiet tone after clearing her throat. Her eyes were still not looking at her daughter but to the side, as if ashamed to meet her eyes after her few seconds of weakness.

 “And do not let me catch you doing this again.” She adds and Amai does not say a word, she just leaves, not even hesitating after her mother dismisses her.  

She let out a ‘phew’ of relief, glad she would not be facing any punishment but as she was about to walk down the hall, to go talk to her Kaasan or finally wake up her sleepy-head brother, something caused her to look back. 

She sees her mother kneeling in front of the shrine, muttering something under her breath and Amai swears that she saw one or two tears roll down her mother’s cheeks. Suddenly, she finds herself regretting ever opening that cabinet. 

After that day, she never dared to ask about the skull or even the weird pictures again, not wanting to see her mother cry like that ever, ever again. Her mother is the strongest person she knows, to see her act like that…it was terrifying. 

Yoshi: Are we really doing this? Amai: Yes, Yoyo! Yoshi: This is really dumb. Amai: Stop whining and just introduce yourself already! Yoshi: *Sigh!* Fine! Hey, weirdos, I'm Hamato Yoshi. Not the rat one, his grandson. Amai: Hey everyone, my name is Hamato Amai! Yoshi and Amai: And we're twins! Yoshi: Our parents are Hamato Miwa and Kamiyama Shinigami Amai: Yes, we have two moms! As for our dad, he...well... Yoshi: We have no clue who he is at this point in time. Hopefully we won't ever. Amai: Yoshi! Amai: Anyway, we just wanted to come and share a bit about ourselves with you all. Yoshi: Wanted? *Scoff* I was forced here. Amai: As you can see, Yoshi is the anti-social type. He likes to keep to himself a lot and do his own thing. He also has a mischievous side and a dark sense of humor. Yoshi: And Amai is the annoying, trouble-making type! She always likes to find trouble or create it when she is bored, and she just loves to drag me along with her! To her credit, she is always good at getting out of trouble too. Once in a while, I have to save her ass though. Amai: Oh, shut up! Yoshi is also chunin of our clan, The Foot Clan! He is destined to be the next leader when Mama steps down someday. Yoshi, sarcastic remark: Yay...what fun... Amai, cringes: But he does not really want the role which causes a lot of arguments between him and our mother. Yoshi: My relationship with my mom has its ups and downs. I won't get into details right now. All I will say is that she is a good mom, but her choices sometimes suck. Amai: As for me, I will say my relationship with mama is pretty good. We buttheads sometimes but mostly because she is very strict and extra overprotective of me for some reason. Yoshi: As for our Kaasan, (which is mother in Japanese for those of you who don't know) she can be a little annoying and embarrassing with her doting sometimes, but she is very supportive and always looks after all of us. Amai: Kaasan and I do everything together! We're very close! She even teaches me the dark-arts! Mama was worried about me learning it at first and has strict rules of when or where I can use it, but Kaasan always lets me have fun with it. Yoshi: I'm not really into the dark-arts as Amai is but I did learn a few things, just in case I would need it for battle. Amai: We can also turn into mutant snakes like our mom. However, I turn into a cobra while Yoshi turns into a viper, like our mom. Some people call us Viper and Cobra. Yoshi: Lame... Amai: We have nine cousins. My favorite cousin is Y'Ryunea. Uncle Raph's youngest daughter. Yoshi: Mine is Jennika. Uncle Tello's daughter. Amai: You will meet them soon.