More on the alphabet squad and/or adoptive father Resi raising little Saru? Maybe one day he gets lost and thinks he's been abandoned and Mikoto finds him, takes him back to the bar cause outside its raining and he can't just leave the kid. Saru spends a few hours there until S4 shows up demanding the return of their little prince.
Going with this as part of the AU where tiny Fushimi has Strain
powers and gets rescued from Niki by Scepter 4, the Gold King gives
Fushimi like a bracelet or something to keep his powers in check but
Munakata decides to take responsibility for him just in case. Of
course the whole alphabet squad loves him and Fushimi is basically
Scepter 4’s little prince, everyone’s always wanting to take care of
him and play with him and spend time with him. Awashima likes to
bring him anko sweets to eat and pat his head and Munakata’s always
inviting Fushimi to come into his office to play puzzles. Fushimi’s
still a bit shy and wary about all this though, like he can’t forget
Niki so easily and he has a tendency to absently play with his
bracelet because he knows that’s what’s keeping his powers in check
and part of him is certain that if he lost the bracelet and his
powers went wild again everyone would hate him and abandon him. So
then maybe one day he does end up losing the bracelet, like Hidaka
thinks it would be cute to take the kid out on patrol but then they
get into an unexpected situation with a dangerous Strain. Doumyouji’s
driving and immediately turns the van to go defeat the Strain,
Hidaka’s like wait but what about Saruhiko and Doumyouji just figures
this is a good chance for little Saru to see them all looking cool.
The Strain ends up being more dangerous than expected, say the
alphabet boys have Fushimi stay in the van where they think it’s safe
but then the Strain tries to destroy the van just figuring that this
will cut off communications, not knowing Fushimi’s there. The
alphabet boys immediately go running towards the van, all worried for
Fushimi, but they’re too slow and the van goes flying. Fushimi
manages to jump out but in protecting himself he takes off his
bracelet and maybe sends like some kind of giant power towards both
the Strain and the alphabet boys, knocking everyone out. Certain he’s
just made everyone hate him Fushimi runs off, all alone and
He’s wandering around outside when it starts raining and Fushimi has
to take refuge under the nearest overhang, which just so happens to
be the doorway to Bar Homra. He’s sitting there curled up all
miserable and shaking when Mikoto comes walking up the steps to the
door. Fushimi shrinks back, scared, and Mikoto stares down at him for
a moment in confusion. Maybe Munakata’s made Fushimi his own tiny
uniform though and Mikoto’s aware that Munakata’s raising a kid so
he’s able to figure out pretty quickly who this kid is. He asks
Fushimi where his caretaker is, probably wondering how the hell
Munakata lost sight of his kid so easily, and Fushimi kinda starts to
stammer and hiccup because it’s a reminder of how much he screwed
everything up and how he’s surely been abandoned. Mikoto finally just
sighs and picks Fushimi up with one hand, carrying him in the bar and
dumping him on the couch as he goes to ask Kusanagi if they have any
towels because the kid’s soaked. Kusanagi takes one look at Fushimi
and is just like Mikoto you can’t just kidnap random kids especially
not ones in Scepter 4 uniforms. Mikoto shrugs and says the kid was
sitting on the steps. As he and Kusanagi are discussing Totsuka comes
down the steps and is all intrigued by this cute new kid Mikoto
picked up, he’s all ready to ask Fushimi if he’d like to try out some
new hobbies together. Fushimi is all shy and confused, like he
doesn’t know about Homra so he has no idea who any of these people
are or why they’re giving him hot chocolate and covering him in
Kusanagi meanwhile contacts Awashima and once the rain stops Munakata
and a couple alphabet boys are immediately at Homra, Munakata just
walks right in like he owns the place and Mikoto’s leaning on the
counter all hey, aren’t you the guy who always talks about how it’s
rude not to knock. Munakata gives him this thin smile and states that
he didn’t know the Red clan were such barbarians that they would
stoop to kidnapping. Mikoto says that he just found the kid,
Munakata’s the one who lost him and Munakata says that was an
unfortunate accident but he would like his child back now. Fushimi
meanwhile is listening to the whole thing, hiding behind Kusanagi’s
legs and all nervous because he’s sure that he’s in trouble. Mikoto
turns to Fushimi and asks what he wants to do, does he want to go
back with Munakata, and Fushimi quietly asks if Munakata’s upset with
him. Munakata gives him this gentle smile and says on the contrary,
he was terribly worried and everyone’s been waiting for Fushimi to
come home. He holds out a hand to Fushimi and Fushimi shyly takes it,
Munakata beams and says it’s time for them to go home. Fushimi kinda
glances up at Mikoto as he leaves and Mikoto can’t stop himself from
giving Fushimi a bit of a smile and telling him to go on home with
his family now, Fushimi nods his head in thanks and hurries off to be
doted on again at Scepter 4.
For the April for April monthly prompt courtesy of @tmntflashfic, I present a collection of snippets and drabble prompts for everyone’s viewing; regarding canon events and how April coped and grew with each one. Because April’s character was just too multifaceted to restrict to a single story.
May the next incarnation of TMNT utilize this amazing girl better than 2012 did.
That’s no longer relevant.
April looks at books she hasn’t read in ages, clothes too
flimsy and light for combat, and makeup and jewels she never has time to use.
Most of these things she hasn’t spared a glance at in months.
Her sword and fan lay on her desk, along with her jumpsuit
and armor. They’re waiting for her to finish up, and then for her to don them
and escape into the night. Her friends wait for her there, and she just needs
to finish cleaning out her room so she can join them.
April moves items that used to mean everything to her into a
box for give-away, and closes the lid on what her younger self had imagined to
He can’t do that to us.
“He can’t do that to us, right?” April asks, shooting a look
at the four brothers as master Splinter shuts the dojo doors. With him out of
the room, her frustration is free to be expressed. “I mean. More specifically,
can’t do that to me. He’s not my dad. He
can’t ground me, right?”
“I think he just did,” Donnie says with an awkward,
apologetic smile. Leo shrugs, and maintains a similar expression; while Raph
just grumbles along with Mikey.
April throws her hands up in the air, and slumps onto the
lair couch morosely. “I blame all of you. I wanted to see that
“Me too,” Mikey sighs in agreement, flopping dramatically
onto the couch with her.
“And yet, you were the one who let slip we were going to
it,” Leo points out, sitting down with less drama than Mikey, but with an air
of disappointment regardless.
“I forgot, alright? Besides, can you blame
me for getting excited? The original version of Akira, playing in a theater,
like, not even twenty blocks from here!”
…the most magical moments in reading occur not when I encounter something unknown but when I happen upon myself, when I read a sentence that perfectly describes something I have known or felt all along. I am reminded then that I am really no different from anyone else.
Perhaps that is the secret motive behind every library: to stumble upon ourselves in the lives and lands and tongues of others. And the more foreign the setting, the more poignant the event seems. For a strange thing occurs then: A distance widens and then it is crossed.
How many times, and in ways that did not seem to require my consent, have I suddenly and in my own bed found myself to be Russian or French or Japanese? How many times have I been a peasant or an aristocrat? How many times have I been a woman? I have been free and without liberty, gay, disabled, old, loved and loathed.
All great art allows us this: a glimpse across the limits of our self. These occurrences aren’t merely amusing or disorientating or interesting experiments in “virtual reality.” They are moments of genuine expansion. They are at the heart of our humanity. Our future depends on them. We couldn’t have gotten here without them.