Mr and Mrs Hamato

Chapter 19 - Don't Throw It All Away

FutureBoy: Hey, commander. Dianne is staying over at my place. Don't worry about her too much, she's had a long day. Also, pass her message on. She wants everyone to know that she'll be back in about two days. PS, tell Uncle Tello not to worry too much. She will come around eventually.

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April's feet bounced, easily mirroring her nervousness. Dianne was a no-show all day and the Hamato family decided to respectfully give her much-needed space. At that expense, Donatello had a sudden burning need to disappear to his 'thinking spot' as he names it. "Donnie, I think you should just calm down for a sec," said the curly-haired brunette ducked just in time to avoid a flying toaster. "And maybe you should stop flinging metal cooking objects around the room?"

Out of a mountain of science, Donnie absentmindedly waved his sister away with a light shoo-shoo. "April, I can't just leave without my most favored gadget." The purple turtle stuck his head deeper into the pile of tools rather frustratedly. "AHA! I found it." In his hand, April could see a slender purple wristband. "What's that?" 

"This is a cloaking device." Stepping away from her, Donnie slapped the bracelet on and tapped on it a single time. A flash of purple, (what other color do you expect), shrouded him head to toe and when it disappeared, a young man with tan skin stood in his place. As much as Donnie took pride in his inventions, April who just got the shock of her life gave him a hard chop on his head as her cat-like reflexes kicked in. "OWWW! April, what the heck?!"

"DONNIE?! OH HAMATO'S ABOVE WHAT HAPPE- MMHPHHH!" Donnie slapped his hands over April's mouth while looking around frantically. "April, calm down. It's still me, Donatello!"

"mfmfhm!" The curly-haired woman mumbled into his hand before 'attacking' him.

"Wh-What? EWWW APRIL!" the purple tur- Human, pulled back his hands in disgust. "DID YOU LICK MY HAND?!"

"DONATE-" Before she could shout again the now-human turtle shushed her immediately, "FIRST OF, don't freak out! Second..." he continued now in a hushed tone, "how are you even surprised? I literally transformed in front of you." Honestly, April tried to refrain from choking Donnie to death, "Well, warn me next time. What did you think I would do if you suddenly decided to mutate into a human? If that is even remotely possible."

"Sister mine, mind you it's a 40/60 percent chance of mutating into a human. Still, my point goes. Why did you even lick my hand, April!? YOU LICKED MY HAND!" April laughed and shook her head to hopefully rid of the remaining shock. "Fine, fine. I'm sorry. But could you at least tell me why you're in a meat sack?" Surprisingly, said turtle did not go into speech mode, "Plot purposes," he replied vaguely while deactivating his new cloaking device.

"What plot?"

"Oh, you know, nothing your 3rd-dimensional brain can handle." Whatever that was, April refused to question Donnie on the weirdness he spewed, instead opting to rake her eyes over his lab. "Geez, Donnie. Your lab is a mess."

The purple turtle simply nodded while he dug around for something new to tinker with. In fact, April soon came to notice that there was a mass of different tinkering on the floor. Some were welded into odd shapes, some crafted into small sculptures of flowers and some remained unfinished, which in all took refuge littered across the floor. Oh dang, the symptoms were there.

"Hey, Don?" she asked and the purple ninja turtle replied with a hum. "When was the last time you slept?" For a moment, the hissing sound of soldering that he was doing paused. 

"Two days ago, dear sister." Ah, it's all coming together. Classic Donnie overthink, April sighed to herself. Instead of beating around the bush like she normally would, April chooses to metaphorically beat sense into her brother's head through the bush.