Letters from across the ocean: Unlikely Friendship part 1
Title: An unlikely Friendship (Part of the Letters across the Ocean series)
Chapter: 1
By: Star Lin
Characters Mamoru and Splinter
Disclaimer: I don’t own the TMNT or Sailor Moon. I’m borrowing them from their respective owners.
Notes: This came about from a weird dream I had a couple of weeks ago. I think it had to do with watching the first 5 season of the 2k3 TMNT and searching out Mamoru/Darien AMV from Sailor Moon. It’s a what-if story base around the idea that Mamoru wasn’t without some kind of family.
Darien waited a few second until his mother and father own door clicked shut. He quietly slipped from his bed, still mad about missing most of July 4th fireworks because he was too young to stay up. He moved over to the window, peeking out through the partly open curtain, and hoping to catch any fireworks that might still be going on. He watched the people below, spotting one of the local boys with his parents. It so wasn’t fair and just because he was four, almost five, that he couldn’t stay up see it.
He rested his chin on his folded arms and frowned at the last group that seem to be hugging the wall. The figures were wearing cloaks, four of them seem to be about his height or smaller, and the taller one would have come up to his dad’s chest. The taller figure stopped at the alleyway and then herded the three that had been following him into the alleyway. The figure lifted his hand, the boy guessed, to wake the fourth small cloaked figure. He wondered if it was some of the homeless people but why go down a dead end alley?
He lean a little closer to the window, barely even breathing as he strain to see where they were going. He watched the figure lean down, sitting the small figure down, and then lifted the manhole cover in the alley. Why were they living in the sewers? It seemed really sad, kind of like the Princess he would dream about that was trapped in her castle. Maybe he could do something for them since he didn’t know how to get the princess out of her castle.
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It was a couple of weeks later that he found his chance to do something. He hadn’t seen the kids again but he saw the adult come up from the sewer, so he began to work on his plan. The young boy was up and rummaging through the old clothes that would be given to the homeless shelter that day. He did the same with the old toys that he didn’t play with anymore. He chewed on his lip and went back to his room. There was an old blanket that he would use when he got scared but he didn’t get scared that often. It was a big sacrifice but his mother always said that sacrifice had to be made sometimes. So nodding to himself, he placed it with all the other items, and placed them in a plastic bag.
He thought about writing a note to the adult but held off on it for now. He then went to check on his parents. He listened at their door but didn’t hear a sound. He was sure that they were asleep, and with bag in hand, he snuck out the door. He hoped that his parents would still be asleep by the time he got back. It was still dark outside but late enough that the thugs that prowl the street weren’t out at this moment. He slipped a stone into the doorway, allowing the door to look like it was closed but not fully catch. It was a tick he had heard some of the older kids used when sneaking out to smoke pot. ‘Why would you want to smoke a pot?’ He could only guess that he would find out when he got older.
Taking a quick look at the road and not seeing any cars, he ran across the street, and into the alley. ‘We’re to put this?’ he thought. He walked down the alley and stopped at the manhole. He frowned, not sure where to put this. He could leave it next to the bind but it might get thrown in the garbage. He wasn’t sure if he could get the manhole cover up to drop the sack down there. It was then that he heard the movement from the manhole, sound of the lid being raised. He turned, seeing the lid lift a little, and left the bag where it was. Not sure what else to do, he quickly ran over to the bind, and hided as best he could.
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Splinter had paused as the scent as he began to lift the manhole cover, listening to the sound of movement away from this doorway between the sewers and that of the surface. He motion to his son to stay still, causally lifting the cover the rest of the way, and took in the alleyway. The bag was the first thing to catch his eyes, the rat reaching to open the bag, and his eyes widen at the sight of clothes and toys. His ears then picked up the shuffle of shoes and he turn to see small shoes sticking out from beside the garbage bind.
Not wanting his son involved in what might take place, he slid the cover back into place, and taking the bag in hand, he hoped up onto the fire escape. He waited a moment and then the small figure moved from his hiding place, quickly making his way over to the manhole. Splinter was startled at such a young human child being out on his own. Where were the child’s parents at? He watched the as he study the cover and then head back across the street to a brownstone.
He dropped down to the ground, quickly making his way over to the manhole and slipped the cover open. He could see his son hiding in the shadows of the tunnel. “Master Splinter?” he asked, as the rat joined his turtle son.
“I am alright, Donatello,” Splinter said. “I found somethings that I think you and your brothers will like.” Taking his son hand, he began to lead the way back. He would have to make sure not to take this route again. Yet, it warmed his heart that such kindness could be found in the smallest of humans.
Chapter: 1
By: Star Lin
Characters Mamoru and Splinter
Disclaimer: I don’t own the TMNT or Sailor Moon. I’m borrowing them from their respective owners.
Notes: This came about from a weird dream I had a couple of weeks ago. I think it had to do with watching the first 5 season of the 2k3 TMNT and searching out Mamoru/Darien AMV from Sailor Moon. It’s a what-if story base around the idea that Mamoru wasn’t without some kind of family.
Darien waited a few second until his mother and father own door clicked shut. He quietly slipped from his bed, still mad about missing most of July 4th fireworks because he was too young to stay up. He moved over to the window, peeking out through the partly open curtain, and hoping to catch any fireworks that might still be going on. He watched the people below, spotting one of the local boys with his parents. It so wasn’t fair and just because he was four, almost five, that he couldn’t stay up see it.
He rested his chin on his folded arms and frowned at the last group that seem to be hugging the wall. The figures were wearing cloaks, four of them seem to be about his height or smaller, and the taller one would have come up to his dad’s chest. The taller figure stopped at the alleyway and then herded the three that had been following him into the alleyway. The figure lifted his hand, the boy guessed, to wake the fourth small cloaked figure. He wondered if it was some of the homeless people but why go down a dead end alley?
He lean a little closer to the window, barely even breathing as he strain to see where they were going. He watched the figure lean down, sitting the small figure down, and then lifted the manhole cover in the alley. Why were they living in the sewers? It seemed really sad, kind of like the Princess he would dream about that was trapped in her castle. Maybe he could do something for them since he didn’t know how to get the princess out of her castle.
******
It was a couple of weeks later that he found his chance to do something. He hadn’t seen the kids again but he saw the adult come up from the sewer, so he began to work on his plan. The young boy was up and rummaging through the old clothes that would be given to the homeless shelter that day. He did the same with the old toys that he didn’t play with anymore. He chewed on his lip and went back to his room. There was an old blanket that he would use when he got scared but he didn’t get scared that often. It was a big sacrifice but his mother always said that sacrifice had to be made sometimes. So nodding to himself, he placed it with all the other items, and placed them in a plastic bag.
He thought about writing a note to the adult but held off on it for now. He then went to check on his parents. He listened at their door but didn’t hear a sound. He was sure that they were asleep, and with bag in hand, he snuck out the door. He hoped that his parents would still be asleep by the time he got back. It was still dark outside but late enough that the thugs that prowl the street weren’t out at this moment. He slipped a stone into the doorway, allowing the door to look like it was closed but not fully catch. It was a tick he had heard some of the older kids used when sneaking out to smoke pot. ‘Why would you want to smoke a pot?’ He could only guess that he would find out when he got older.
Taking a quick look at the road and not seeing any cars, he ran across the street, and into the alley. ‘We’re to put this?’ he thought. He walked down the alley and stopped at the manhole. He frowned, not sure where to put this. He could leave it next to the bind but it might get thrown in the garbage. He wasn’t sure if he could get the manhole cover up to drop the sack down there. It was then that he heard the movement from the manhole, sound of the lid being raised. He turned, seeing the lid lift a little, and left the bag where it was. Not sure what else to do, he quickly ran over to the bind, and hided as best he could.
******
Splinter had paused as the scent as he began to lift the manhole cover, listening to the sound of movement away from this doorway between the sewers and that of the surface. He motion to his son to stay still, causally lifting the cover the rest of the way, and took in the alleyway. The bag was the first thing to catch his eyes, the rat reaching to open the bag, and his eyes widen at the sight of clothes and toys. His ears then picked up the shuffle of shoes and he turn to see small shoes sticking out from beside the garbage bind.
Not wanting his son involved in what might take place, he slid the cover back into place, and taking the bag in hand, he hoped up onto the fire escape. He waited a moment and then the small figure moved from his hiding place, quickly making his way over to the manhole. Splinter was startled at such a young human child being out on his own. Where were the child’s parents at? He watched the as he study the cover and then head back across the street to a brownstone.
He dropped down to the ground, quickly making his way over to the manhole and slipped the cover open. He could see his son hiding in the shadows of the tunnel. “Master Splinter?” he asked, as the rat joined his turtle son.
“I am alright, Donatello,” Splinter said. “I found somethings that I think you and your brothers will like.” Taking his son hand, he began to lead the way back. He would have to make sure not to take this route again. Yet, it warmed his heart that such kindness could be found in the smallest of humans.