Through An Artist's Soul - Book 2 - Raphael x OC x Leonardo

THE FOUR YOUNG KAPPAS AND THEIR ELDERLY SENSEI || CHAPTER 8

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Inspiration for this chapter was taken from TMNT 2003, Season 5, Episode 9 – Fathers and Sons. But I made quite a few changes to adapt to the story.

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"Now, let me tell you the story of the four young kappas and their elderly sensei."

Sitting there, waiting patiently with the ceramic white cup clutched between my hands. Gazing up into my Uncle's dark brown orbs. I waited again until he filled his cup to the brim of the white ceramic teacup. He sighed deeply and took a sip from his teacup. He licked his lips and then his dark brown eyes locked onto my form.

"My little kumquat, as you now realize, I do know Master Splinter and the four kappas named after the Italian Renaissance Masters, but how you and I met them is a different story," my Uncle answered me, and he took a sip of his cup.

He looked at me and gestured to me to take a sip from my cup. Hesitantly, I took a sip from my cup. I had a slight grimace on my face as I am not a major fan of green tea but to each their own. But how did I meet them? I can't remember them. I can't remember one day specifically while I was with my Uncle in Japan. Everything of that day was a messed blur.

"I will tell you their story how they got to Japan and how you and I got to meet them a long time ago..."

***BACK IN TIME***

New York Harbor was passed by a huge, metal cargo ship. Four young five-year-old turtles were found in the cargo hold. Inside an open crate, two of them played in the straw packing material. Another was using an orange crayon to draw on aged, worn paper. He was approached by the fourth turtle, who took the orange crayon. Despite both of them tugging, Raphael was able to free the crayon from his little brother's hold.

"Nah, ha, ha, ha-ha," Using the orange crayon in his hand, Raphael made fun of his little brother. After showing the crayon to Michelangelo, Raphael snapped it in two. Michelangelo started crying hysterically. Before Master Splinter raised a finger to his lips and shushed them all, Donatello and Leonardo kept playing in the straw. Master Splinter made a downward hand motion and then slid behind a container as there was a thumping sound. The little turtles hid behind the containers. A guard showed up, flashed about with a flashlight, and walked away.

Hamato Yoshi's ashes were in a white, blue patterned urn held by Master Splinter. He had a sombre expression in his onyx-colored eyes and was holding the delicate porcelain pot with the white and blue design in his paw hands. Setting the pot aside, he covered the urn with his paw hand. To fulfill Hamato Yoshi's last wish, they traveled so far to scatter his ashes in the place where he was born and close to the Ancient One's home. It took all of Master Splinter's ninjutsu abilities, but they succeeded in the end.

The large cargo ship finally docked in Japan with a metallic thud at the docks of Japan.

The Ancient One lived in Japan, near Mount Fuji. A young girl and the Ancient One were folding laundry. The young girl, who was trying to fold the blankets, was around the same age as the young turtles. She had freckles on her arms and face, and her hazel eyes sparkled, and she had two perfectly braided ebony-black pigtails. She also wore black, square-rimmed glasses. She showed her uncle her work while holding out the red blanket. He gave his niece a little chuckle. He shook his head at her. She handed him the red blanket, which he folded neatly and placed into the wicker basket.

"Aah!" With a shout, the Ancient One dragged his niece along with him. Of course, his niece got curious and tried to get a glimpse of the beings in front of her Uncle.