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TMNT: Incarceration Chp. 16

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A/N: My AU
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Chapter 16: Public Service

The sun shone down brightly upon the gray asphalt, making the afternoon surprisingly warm on this October day. It also made yard time much more enjoyable to the mutant teens.

A majority of the delinquents were either playing or watching a basketball game while a select few lifted weights. This left the sand-filled punching bag open and Donatello decided to take advantage of this to practice some katas.

From his spot on the weight bench, Raphael watched the genius train. Even though he didn’t show it, the hothead was intrigued and surprised at the power of Donnie’s blows and intense focus on his target. This was the first time Raph actually saw the purple-masked terrapin do something related to Ninjutsu that wasn’t spiritual and the emerald-eyed turtle became interested in learning some for himself.

After Raph finished his set, he replaced the weight on the stand with the others then stood up from the bench and approached the brown-eyed reptile. He watched with interest as Donnie delivered punch after punch and kick after kick to the brown sandbag. The intelligent mutant didn’t even sense the red-masked terrapin next to him, his gaze fixed intently on the training tool in front of him, imagining it was the two thieves who were the cause of this predicament.

Donatello was considered an even-tempered turtle by everyone that knew him. However, there were rare times when he would grow frustrated to the point of lashing out with words. In this case, though, the gap-toothed reptile would love nothing more than to find those ninjas and pummel them into the ground.

After two minutes had passed without Donnie’s knowledge of Raph’s presence, the hothead decided to get the genius’ attention.

“Yo, Donnie.”

As quick as lightning, Donatello turned to his left, still in ‘ninja-mode’ as he prepared to punch Raph. The emerald-eyed mutant jumped back slightly while holding his hands up defensively.

“Whoa, whoa! It’s only me, brainiac, chill!”

The red-eyed turtle realized this and lowered his stance. “Geez, Raph. Don’t you know to never sneak up on a ninja while he’s training?”

“I know that now” Raph said as he calmed. “But I was standing there for a couple of minutes. I’ve never seen you so focused before, even when you read.”

“Well, when you’re training in the martial arts, it takes all of your concentration, especially when you’re up against an enemy.”

“Do you fight others a lot?” the hothead questioned.

“Leonardo and I spar all the time as part of our own private training. Sometimes, our Father would ask us to spar with one of the students if they didn’t have a partner. But aside from the tournament, I don’t fight a lot of opponents.”

“Tournament?” Raph asked with a raised eye-ridge.

“Every summer, there’s this huge competition between my Father’s school and his rival’s school. Some students perform solo katas with or without weapons or acts of stealth for individual awards. However, the main event is the battle tournament. I’ve competed since I was six, but Leo started the year after we were adopted. He caught on to his training very easily.

“Different students are chosen for each type of competition based on their abilities. They’re also placed in different age groups and ranks. In each age group, there’s a battle tournament. Whichever school achieves the most victories in the tournaments and events is named the Ninjutsu school of the year and awarded with a golden plaque as well as funding money.”

“Wow, sounds big” the red-masked terrapin said.

“It’s the biggest event of the year for us” Donnie said. “It usually lasts for five days.”

“Dang” Raph said.

“Yep” the genius said.

A moment of silence passed between the two turtles until the hothead spoke up.

“Do…do you think you could teach me some of that stuff?”

Donnie seemed taken aback by the question. “You mean you wanna learn Ninjutsu?”

Raphael nodded in the affirmative. When the purple-masked reptile questioned why, the emerald-eyed mutant simply said, “I just wanna have a better defense in the future.”

Raising an eye-ridge, the fifteen-year-old terrapin gazed into Raph’s eyes, determining if he was telling the truth. The older reptile stood his ground, his green orbs unwavering as Donnie observed him. After another moment, the ninja sighed and spoke up.

“Alright, I’ll teach you some of the basics” Donatello said. “But you have to listen and obey everything I say. You also have to promise not to use any of these skills to harm anyone here. Raise your right hand.”

Confused at first, the red-clad juvenile did as the genius said, mirroring his movement.

“Repeat after me” Donnie began. “‘I, Raphael…’”

“I, Raphael…”

“‘Do hereby swear on the honor of the ninja…’”

“Do hereby swear on the honor of the ninja…”

“‘To not use my teachings to harm an innocent soul or anyone in Juvenile Hall.’”

“To not use my teachings to harm an innocent soul or anyone in Juvenile Hall.”

The brown-eyed terrapin nodded. “Good.”

Suddenly, the horn sounded throughout the area, indicating the end of yard-time. The delinquents all groaned and moved towards the door, except for Donnie and Raph.

“We’ll start our training at the next yard-time” the genius said. “Be ready.”

The hothead nodded and then the two mutant turtles went to join the other juveniles inside the building.



Raven eyes watched the monitors as they blinked between different locations within the Hall and out in the yard. However, one particular screen caught his attention and he zoomed in on the image.

Normally, Bishop wouldn’t even dare to single out and spy on any one juvenile, yet he found himself intrigued as he watched Donatello and Raphael converse during yard-time. Ever since the scuffle in the cafeteria the week before, the warden kept a close eye on the two terrapins and the grizzly bear to make sure they stayed out of trouble. But he found the genius and hothead to be more interesting than the rest of the teens that were forced to stay here.

From his observations, Bishop learned that Donnie was book-smart and not very sociable with others. He also had a gentle nature. However, underneath that nerdy and somewhat scrawny exterior seemed to beat the heart of a warrior; a caged tiger that was just waiting to be unleashed.

Now, Raph was completely opposite of Donnie. True, the red-masked terrapin was notably reserved, and when he did talk he was rather sarcastic, but he seemed to talk to the purple-banded turtle more and more as of late. Bishop also noticed how Raph would always lift weights and even beat up the punching bag, which gave him quite a physique. And then there was the obvious temper, which caused the reptile to lash out physically at times.

The warden had no clue why Donatello and Raphael intrigued him so. Perhaps it was the fact that they were two out of the only four mutant turtles in New York. Bishop had seen numerous kinds of mutants in his lifetime, even before he began working in the law, but never in his entire span of existence had he seen five-foot talking turtles. It was surprising, but the black-haired man never showed it. In fact, he was rather peeved with the idea of mutants in general.

Just about everyone in Juvenile Hall knew about Bishop’s dislike for mutants, but none of them could figure out why. The man was never one to talk about himself; though some guessed that the antipathy towards humanoid animals came from something that happened in his past. The ones who believed this would be correct, but Bishop would never admit it to anyone; even if they were his closest ally.

The warden was brought out of his thoughts by the loud horn that signaled the juveniles to return to the building. At the same time, his office phone began to ring. Turning in his desk chair, Bishop reached out and picked the phone up, thinking it was the chief of police with some news about another delinquent.

“Juvenile Hall; this is Warden Bishop.”

On the other end, a deep, gravelly voice began to speak.

“Yes, my name is Oroku Saki, the head of Foot Clan Academy. I believe that you are holding Hamato Donatello within your facility for his crime of theft, and I wish to retrieve some…information.”

The black-haired official raised his eyebrow in confusion. The tone of the stranger’s voice was dark and mysterious. He knit his brows together and began to speak in an official voice.

“Sir, I am not authorized to give out information regarding the juveniles within my facility unless you are directly related to them.”

“I am well aware of this” Saki said. “But I already know much about this young terrapin. He is the adopted son of the teacher of my rival Ninjutsu School and an intelligent creature beyond comprehension, as well as a greatly-trained ninja. Rest assured, I do not need that information from you.”

“Alright…” Bishop said with hesitation, “then why have you contacted me?”

“I would like to obtain some data concerning other teenagers being held in your facility” the stranger explained.

Confusion once more showed in the warden’s eyes. “Why?”

“I have a new program at my Academy that I wish to test with these adolescents” Saki replied. “I wish to do a great service to the public. Of course, if you assist me with this task and I succeed, you shall be paid handsomely for your participation.”

The words ‘paid handsomely’ clicked in the suited man’s mind and he smirked devilishly. If this Oroku Saki was willing to pay to take these misbehaved mutant juveniles off of his hands, then he wasn’t going to argue.

“Tell me what you need.”

TBC…
It took a while to decide what I wanted to do with the last scene. Now that I've decided, I feel really good about this.
Also, sorry about the long wait for this update.

Set in the 2012 universe.
T.J. belongs to me.
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