Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 5 (My Version)

Chapter 11 ~ Revision

~ Chapter 11 ~

After we returned to the lair, Donnie cooped himself up in his lab.  With him occupied, cooking up who knows what, the rest of us lounged around, waiting for answers.

Bandit took advantage of this time to ask us what happened on patrol.

I shrugged, "Dunno what to tell you, Bandit.  It seemed like a bunch of bizarre events happened all at once.  I mean, tire tracks, blood, poisoned knife, and burn marks?"  I shook my head.  "There's no rhyme or reason to it."

He nervously scratched the back of his neck, "I know this might be bad to ask, but does Nick have anything to do with it?"

That question took me by surprise.  I blinked, "Nick?"

Bandit nodded, "Yeah, Leo gave me the run down about her.  With her being mad and stuff, it could be related to her, right?"

I shrugged, "Probably, but I don't see anything adding up."

Bandit glanced down at the floor, clenched his fists and looked at me, "I've decided, I want to learn ninjutsu."

There was a pause before I could mustered any words, "Ninjutsu, huh?"

He nodded, staring at me with a determined face, "Leo offered, and I decided."  His eyes hardened, "I want to fight, take care of myself.  I don't want to be the pesky mutated  pet turtle that can't do anything.  I want to help you guys!"

I smiled, "Seems like a good motivation to me."  I glanced over my shoulder, towards the lab.  "Wonder how Don is doing..."

Bandit followed my gaze, "It seems like Donnie likes to keep to himself.  He's always in his lab."

I laughed lightly, "He's just a perfectionist, he won't come out until it's right."

He blinked in confusion, "But Mikey always says how lots of his inventions explode."

I opened my mouth, but quickly closed it.  "Well, nobody is perfect," I finally said.

Bandit smiled back at me, "I guess."

Raph trudged into the room, leaning against the counter, "Mikey go and get pizza?"

I shook my head, "It's past ten, Antonio's is closed."  I glanced at the fridge.  "I'm pretty sure there's some in the freezer."

Raph made a sour face, "It ain't good cold."

Bandit arched his eye ridge, "Have you ever tried it?"

His eyes hardened, "No."

"Then how do you know it isn't good?" He questioned.

Instead of answering, Raph rolled his eyes and grabbed Bandit, "Little on the curious side, aren't ya?"  Raph locked Bandit's head around his elbow and grinded his fist against the top of his head.

Bandit flailed around, trying to slip loose, "Raph!" He cried, "Stop it, that hurts!"

Raph grinned, and released him with a satisfied look in his eyes.  "I don't like cold food, lets just leave it at that."

Bandit stuck his tongue out and crossed his arms, "That still wasn't nice!"

I laughed, "He's just treating you like Mikey."  I explained.  "Think of it as how Raph expresses his feelings towards others."

Bandit pointed at Raph, "He has feelings?  Besides anger?"  His eyes grew wide, "No way!" He exclaimed, sarcastically.

Raph huffed, "Shut it," he grumbled.