Amorphophallus Titanum (Jonatello) (completed)

Borger🍔

     Donnie glanced at the clock sitting on the wall in the back of the classroom, and nervously looked around the room. It was empty, as usual during this time. It's been a week now since.. since Leo snapped and told Splinter on accident. About the uhm.. you know what. Splinter was furious, knowing two of his sons had been drug addicts for who knows how long.

But this thought topic quickly switched when Casey poked his head inside, closing the door slowly. He clearly tried being quiet, to not disrupt the turtle in his silence, but the door squeaked and echoed loudly throughout the somewhat small room. He flinched, but Donnie chuckled and Casey smiled.

Casey walked over towards the window beside Donatello and sat on the windowsill, he still had his sleeveless tank top and biker shorts as he usually wore during gym. He still seemed to be sweating, clearly, and he held his water bottle so he took a sip of it.

"What's up, Jones?" Donnie asked, a slight smile remaining on his face.
"Other than the ceiling, light, second floor, attic, and such? Nothing much. You?"
"Smartass, and same as you."

Casey laughed, curving his back on the glass to rest, easing his shoulders.

"How'd you know I was here?" Donnie asked, turning his chair to face Casey.
"An orange bird from a tree told me."
"Is that so?"

Donatello stood up from his seat and walked over to the window next to Jones, looking down at the school's garden in the center of open hallways. They were on the third floor, the school only had four in total. A few students studied there, or made out, but Donnie examined the tree until he saw a tall birch tree with a waving green hand poking through the leaves. Donatello let out a laugh, and Jones put his hand on the turtles shoulder, so he looked over.

"Sit up here." Casey ordered, and Hamato did so. They bumped shoulders, but let it be.
"How are your grades, Jones?"
"Pretty bad, want to give me private tutor lessons? No homo though, bro." Casey joked, while winking. He struggled to keep a straight face during that, and Donnie nearly joked on his spit.
" 'No homo?' Then whats the fun in that?"

Jones shrugged, and the two started laughing their asses off. They didn't have a reason to laugh, the both of them. But they both seemed to enjoy each others company. They both didn't even need to talk or do anything to truly smile when together, the silence would have been just as fulfilling. Something about the other seemed attracting to them, like a magnet. Drawing them towards each other, as their hands held. Soon enough, drawing in for a short kiss. Hearing the orange turtle screaming from excitement outside, they both laughed before nervously looking away from each other.

    From the bathtub again, Leo lay underneath the water. Lost in a worrying vision. The sky was a dark brown again, and New York was in ruin. Leo felt ancient in this, like master Splinter but 20 years younger, still ancient. The robots from his previous visions, he recently found out, were called the Kraang, they were highly advanced aliens. And yet, somehow, for very smart creatures, we're absolutely dumb. But here, during this scenario, they all seemed advanced higher than before. Upgraded beyond what was Donatello's intelligence. A single ray fell from the sky, from a humongous giant sized ship. It disintegrated half of the remaining city, though after hearing glass shatter, Leo rose from the water in a flash, choking violently on consumed water, gasping for air. He eventually spat out the water and cleared his throat, getting out of the water and drying off with a paper towel. He had come up with a plan the day before, one part of it being to distract Splinter from remembering about Donnie's pills. And so far, it worked. Maybe he'd forget.

But one question still came up to him, with that past memory of the Oakigahara forest. Why did he not remember that before, and did his family know about that? If so, why wouldn't they tell him?

Leo fell to his knees and towered over the toilet, lifting the lid to prepare for sudden vomit.

Maybe he shouldn't choke on so much water next time!

(To be continued, in another story! 😉)
(AGHHH FINALLY DONE WITH THIS AND NOW TO WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING IMPATIENTLY TO WRITE!! TYSM FOR THE LOVE THOUGH BESTIES<33)