The Mutant in Blood (TMNT Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"My sons, it is with immense honor that I hand over my greatest weapons of choice to each of you. Whether it comes to your incredible strength or your pride in ninjutsu, I've been convinced that talent and skill comes from what I wish were my own flesh and blood. Take these with care and never abuse your power."

It was that time. Finally what we all waited for basically our whole lives. The years went by so fast now that I look back at it, but so slow when living through it all. 

With an inner smile so big that I almost grinned on the outside, I took the pair of sai which my sensei proudly handed over. Damn Raph, I thought to myself. Good things happen to those who wait, right?

  The sai were the most beautiful weapons that I've ever seen. The handle was red while of course the blade part itself was silver. To test out how exactly deadly it could be, I placed my finger on the sharpened point accidentally pricking my finger. But I wasn't mad. Not at all because who would be happy if they're weapon was dull and weak?? I smiled to myself as the tiny amount of blood trickled down my forefinger.   

Looking over at my three brothers, Michelangelo had a smile so big that my heart could have melted. But that was definitely not something that came easily. Not for me anyways. Donatello was as thrilled as Mikey but kept it to a minimum. His bo (which most people would consider a stick) was held in both of his hands while the nerdy turtle stared at it with complete awe. I could never take him seriously with that weapon of choice. Mikey was handed nunchakus, which he immediately started to mess with only seconds after he received them.

Last but not least, Leo with the twin katana. 

After all weapons were given, next came the masks. Red, blue, orange, and purple. Everyone can already guess who got what. I liked to save time by using common sense. Once everything was put together, we all sat in a triumphant silence. If that made any sense.

Honestly I couldn't help but look down at my mutated figure with its interesting features here and there. Sitting on my knees along with the other brothers, I looked at each arm impressed by the muscles formed over the years. I wasn't trying to toot my own horn or sound cocky but in case anybody wanted to know how a mutated teenage ninja looked then you're welcome. 

"Raphael, what are you laughing about?" Splinter asked with a concerned look.

"Huh? Oh, nothing Splintah,"  I replied still chuckling.

  The blood from earlier dried within minutes. Instead of washing it off with water which I would have to interrupt everything by getting up and leaving, I simply wiped it off with my tongue.   

Mikey, Donny and Leo all peered over at the clock that stood by the door of the training room. After looking at their warrior brother that is. Nosey dudes I'll tell ya. Usually around 7:00 we all dogged down pizza. No regrets, no regrets. Teenage boy problems, always eating everywhere we can and anything we can. I assure you that we're alright weight wise and body wise. If the ladies can do it when that time of the month rolls around while maintaining their gorgeous figures, us boys can do it too. 

"Awesome! It's almost time for pizzaaaaaa." Michelangelo jumped up after seeing the time being 6:55 pm with only a few more minutes left. You couldn't help but want to punch him at times. He was so damn stupid. Rolling my eyes but couldn't help and crack a smile, I stood up in a casual manner, side eyeing Leonardo. He still sat on his knees, focusing on the wall. There was obviously something of "great importance" right in front of him that me and the others clearly could not see.

"Whateva."

"Thank you so much Sensei! Thank you thank you! I thought that I would die before I ever got my nunchakus. Hehe. Funny word, bros."