CrystalBluefox

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Chapter 6 The Last Will of a Mutant Turtle -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- “I… have never been any good leader, despite what people used to say, even my brothers. I have tried to be a good big brother as well… but way too often I have been blinded by my own too straight illusions of what is right and what is wrong.” The old mutant turtle scratched the back of his neck. Despite his age, he still looked like a young turtle in his late forties, strong and determined. Maybe more determined than what he had felt like in years. His old gear had been put back on, th

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Chapter 4 A Doctor’s Conclusion -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- There is an immense headache as he wakes up. He can’t even remember when he last has slept, for not to speak about going to bed being completely smashed. Had it all just been one horrible nightmare? Then why does his heart feel so deeply burdened? And why does the smell of blood hang so heavily around him, like he is bathing in it? He looks around. It is not his place… it is Zoro’s. He is not even lying in a bed. Did he fall asleep on the floor instead? Then why did it feel so soft? He still f

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Chapter 7 That Certain Feeling -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- “Okay, now I, your wonderful and beautiful, high intelligent beloved cameraman Michelangelo,” Mike told as he filmed the dojo, showing the camera’s some-when-to-be-audience how the room was decorated, for then to stop and film his two brothers, who were training hand to hand “will let you in on our secret super cool ninjitsu training. Starring my two brothers; Hamato Leonardo-san and Hamato Donatello-san.” “Would you quit pronouncing us in that tone already?” Donatello said, bare

The Last Will of a Mutant Turtle A TMNT fanfiction by Crystalbluefox -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Chapter 1 Life is not Fair -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- The day when Michelangelo lost his arm in a battle, Donatello did all what he could to build him a well functional robotic arm, after treating to his high fever. Mike smiled again as he presented them his new arm, but it was only months later after putting on the finishing touches here and there, that Donatello seriously was satisfied with his work. Their youngest brother then bragged about how cool he looked like now, being part a robot. But the screams