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Hamato Elisabetta Sirani

-Tot days

When Splinter finds an abandoned child in an alley way he takes it upon himself to bring her into the Hamato family.

(Takes place during their tot days! This story will be broken up into different sections based on different parts of their lives. It’ll progressively tackle deeper subjects and deeper meanings in life. It starts out really fluffy but it’ll get there lol.)

Year thirteen

"HAMATO ELISABETTA SIRANI!" The voice yelled loudly.

Her father.

Well, not really.

He wasn’t her real father.

Sirani couldn't hear him. Or rather, she didn't want to.

She wanted to be left in the afterglow of destruction.

She wanted to feel nothing.

She wanted to be swallowed up in fire.

She wanted to finally let herself be brought under by violent waves.

She placed her hands over her ears, crumpling to the cement road.

"You gotta stop!" Another voice yelled, faintly sounding like her older brother.

Leo.

"Please! You need to stop!"

Mikey.

"You're hurting people!"

Raph.

"You're gonna destroy New York!"

Donnie.

The tears never stopped falling.

Not even for a second,

"Then let it fall."

Day one

Rain poured down from the rooftops as if it was dropped from buckets. The shadows grew more as the sun continued to lower itself in the horizon. Not a single person wanted to be out in a storm like this.

Unfortunately, someone had to be.

"I told the boys! I told them!" Splinter grumbled to himself as he dug through the garbage cans in the alley. "I told them to let me know when we were low on supplies! But NOoooooo it's too hard!" He shook his head, whiskers twitching with irritation.

He wouldn't have to be out in the pouring rain looking for any form of nutrition if Leo had looked over their supplies like he'd been asked. He wouldn't have to be out in the cold searching for bandaids if Mikey hadn't thought skating down the stairs was a good idea!

How did that boy even get his hands on one? He barely knew how to walk! Sure, he could toddle for a couple feet but that didn't count!

If it were up to him he'd have all their skateboards locked up.

His grumbling was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. They were loud and fast... like someone was running.

How was he able to hear that over the storm-

Wait...

If he could hear them running...

And it was getting louder...

Then that must mean they were getting closer...

They were getting closer!

The rat jumped behind a garbage can quickly, breath quickening.

He listened intently.

Why would someone be running in a storm like this? Were they also fixing the mistakes of their children?

He peeked around the corner when the footsteps stopped.

Someone he couldn't quite make out was standing on the sidewalk, drenched to the bone.

He sunk further into the shadows when they turned their head to scan the trashy area.

Were they looking for him?

Did they finally get discovered?

Would he and his children finally end up being taken to a zoo or experimented on by scientists? Become mocked by the public?

But the person didn't seem like they were looking for someone.

They weren't rummaging through trash.

They were... placing something in it?

He managed to make out the rectangular shape of a box as the person placed it amongst the garbage bags.

He waited to see what they'd do next.

They didn't do anything. They just left a lingering touch and straightened back up. They glanced back out at the street and drew whatever article of clothing they had tighter to their body.

It was almost as if they were waiting for something. Or deciding.

But deciding on what?

Splinter inched forward curiously, accidentally knocking over an empty bottle with his tail.

He jumped when it shattered against the cement ground and whipped around to see how the unseen person would react to something breaking out of seemingly no where.

They were gone.

Just an sidewalk, a worried rat, and a... crying box?

Why was the box crying?

Was this a trap?

Was it Baron Draxum?

The foot?

Did his past finally catch up to him?

The crying grew louder and Splinter couldn't stop himself from inching forward. He had to know what was in there!

How lucky would he be if there also happened to be some food and bandaids in there.

Carefully, he took off the now soaked cardboard lid.

It wasn't a trap.

It wasn't supplies either.

And it definitely wasn't baron draxum.

It was a baby.

A tiny human baby, wrapped in a little pink onesie. Her soft brown hair was plastered to her forehead with rain.

She couldn't be much younger than Mikey.

Splinter took a step back.

Did that person MEAN to leave this child in a dark, cold alley?! Did they know someone would find it?!

The baby cried again, shivering.

Splinter couldn't help himself.

He reached down into the box and picked her up carefully.

It was then that he noticed the packages of dry formula and bottle that had been in there with her.

Whoever left her...

They'd done it on purpose.

The poor rat man didn't know what to do.

He couldn't bring her to the police! He was a rat!

He couldn't follow after that person! They were already gone!

However... Splinter happened to be an expert at adopting creatures that weren't his.

He held the child closer, trying to give her his warmth.

What was one more child for the Hamato family going to do? Nothing bad, in Splinters opinion.

He had experience with human children before. If anything this should be easier than raising four mutant turtle boys.

They might appreciate some new company as well.

It was decided.

The child was officially a Hamato now.

He grabbed the box with the formula and bottle and headed back for the sewer lid, the fussing child in his hands.

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The lair was stuck in the same chaos there was when he had left.

"Dad said no skating!" Donnie yelled, trying to catch Mikey as he zipped past him while lying belly down on the board.

Mikey giggled, not even bothering to stop . He swerved to the right to avoid hitting Leo.

"you need to learn how to walk right!" His purple masked brother protested. He nearly tripped over his own feet. "You're using the board as a crutch!"

"Mikey you ran over my foot!" Raph yelled, clutching his toes. "DAD!"

"Dad's not here, Raph!" Leo yelled, watching Mikey zoom past. "But it's my turn on the skateboard!" He joined Donnie in his chase after their brother via crawling.

Only Donnie really knew how to walk right at this age.

Well, Donnie and Raph that is. Raph could walk since he was a year older than Leo and two years older than Mikey. Donnie could walk because he was determined to beat Leo at something. He'd even taken it upon himself to read a how-to-walk article on the internet.

Mikey and Leo were still wobbly and couldn't run without their legs getting carried away and leading them face first into the ground.

Mikey was the only one that wasn't very good with his words yet as well.

He sure could shout and scream though.

Splinter shook his head at his children. "It is no ones turn on the skateboard!" He adjusted his grip on the little girl and gave the boys a stern look. "I have told you time and time again that it is too dangerous for you!

They immediately stopped what they were doing.

Mikey rolled off the board and looked at the ground sheepishly.

The rat snatched the device from the ground. "I want change. Not guilt" He set it on the 'do not touch' shelf much to the dismay of his children.

Leo's attention was drawn from the loss of his entertainment to whatever it was that Splinter was carrying. The way he held it was so careful. Like it was delicate. It had to be something special.

"What's that?" He pointed at the pink bundle. "Is it a toy?"

"bandaids?" His box turtle brother asked hopefully as he pointing at his still hurting knee.

"A science expiriment?" Donnie inquired, adjusting his rectangle glasses.

Raph joined in before Splinter could even open his mouth. "Food?"

"No, this is not food!" Splinter rolled his eyes. "This, my children, is the newest member of the family." He set the baby down in Soft shelled ones arms, curious to see how his boys would react.

The boys eyes went wide and no one spoke.

It was silent for a minute.

Maybe two.

They stared at the sleeping baby in confusion.

Wonder.

Curiosity.

The brothers huddled around to stare at it.

Splinter was satisfied. They were intrigued. Not mad. Not jealous.

So far, so good.

Finally Donnie sat down, poking the girls face. "You mean as a pet?" He frowned up at his father. What was he meant to do with this creature? Was he supposed to feed and water it like a plant? Was it like those frogs he saw high school students dismember in biology on tv?

"No, she is your sister." The rat nodded. "Now get acquainted while I go get her food ready."

The boys watched the kid with silent interest.

All but Mikey that is.

The boy hadn't really understood what Splinter meant so he went back to plotting to get the board back.

Leo watched Splinter until he was out of the room, turning his attention to the baby in his brothers arms. "Sister? She doesn't really... look like us." He glanced at his own green skin and back at the baby's porcelain face. "Is she even a turtle?" He asked as Donnie sat on the floor next to him.

"Doesn't look like a turtle to me." Raph frowned. "There's no shell!" He pulled down the blanket she was wrapped in to get a better look.

"I bet she's a bird!" Leo grinned. "She's gotta be a bird if she came from outside!"

Maybe she’d teach him how to fly! Maybe she’d teach him how to soar and build nests!

Donnie rolled his eyes at his aliterate siblings. "Birds have feathers, Leo."

Were they seriously this dumb? Did they not know what a bird was?

"Birds don't need feathers!" Leo protested. "Raph and I saw a featherless chicken on the tv this morning and it was EXACTLY this color." He poked the baby's arm and held one of her fingers.

Why did she have so many?

They were… small.

Donnie set his mouth in a straight line. "Leo, this is obviously a human baby."

"Human?" Raph questioned.

"You know... those people that are built like us but without shells and a different color on Sesame Street? They have five fingers?" He attempted at jogging their memories. "Like Mr. Noodle?"

"She's Mr. Noodle?!" Leo gasped. "Who turned him into a child?!" He snatched the girl from his arms quickly and held her out. "MR. NOODLE! I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"

"She's NOT Mr. Noodle!" Donnie yelled.

The baby opened her eyes sleepily, awakened by the noise.

One was a soft honey brown.

The other was like the sky that the boys had only seen once before when Splinter took them outside.

"Woahhhhh..." Raph marveled. "Definetely not Mr. Noodle!"

Was it possible for people to have two different colored eyes?

Did all humans have that?

The ones on Sesame Street didn’t…

"What gave you that idea." Donnie rolled his eyes.

He couldn’t help but be intrigued by the different colors. How in all of science was this possible? He hadn’t ever heard of anything like this before!

"Well, turtle or not, we're keeping her!" Leo held the small girl up proudly. "Welcome to the family!" He pointed out across the room dramatically. "Everything the light touches... or rather doesn't touch... is yours!"

Splinter nearly had a heart attack when he saw how the confused child was being held. "Blue! You don't hold children like that!" He rushed from the kitchen and took the girl from him.

"How am I supposed to hold her?" Leo pouted. "She didn't tell me I was doing it wrong!"

The rat father barely could keep his face palm on the inside. "She is a baby, blue. She does not talk yet." He cradled the baby so the boys could see how to do it. "It is like this. See? You hold her head like so and she is safe in your arms."

"Like a burrito!" Raph reached up excitedly. "Can I try?"

Splinter set the child in his arms carefully.

Raph adjusted his hold to copy what his father had done. "Like this?"

"Very good, Red!" Splinter patted his head.

"Move over!" Leo yelled at his brother. "I wanna try!"

"Me to!" The smallest yelled, losing interest in the board. He didn't really know what they were talking about. All he knew was that if his brothers wanted it then he should want it to.

"I'm the one that figured out she's human!" Donnie joined. "I deserve to hold her!"

"You will all get a chance to hold her!" Splinter shut down their bickering immediately. "After all, she's spending her life with us. It is up to us as her family to help her grow."

The boys nodded confidently.

They had a responsibility for this tiny child now.

Raph was excited to have a sibling who wouldn’t shoot down his ideas. Someone who would marvel at everything he did. Someone he could teach. Someone new to play with. There were so many more games they could play now that they had five people! He’d help her ride a bike, learn how to read, learn how to fight, and he’d help her become a member of their small family.

Donnie was less enthralled. Would he have to share? Would he have to babysit? Would this new sister make fun of his science? What if she was just like Leo? What if she started competitions with him that he couldn’t win?

Leo still didn’t fully understand that this child was his sister now; that she’d be staying forever. He was too excited to realize that. He’d be able to prank her! He had someone new to bother when he and Donnie got into fights!

Mikey still didn’t know what was going on. He just guessed that this would be the way they rolled from now on.

Neat.

"What's her name?" Leo asked, patting the baby's now dried brown hair.

She gripped his hand softly, confused by the green color.

Splinter pondered on what he should say. The child hadn't been given a name. There was nothing in the box that would even suggest one.

But, his sons were named after great renaissance painters.

Maybe he should follow that tradition.

One of his mothers favorite artists was a woman by the name of Elisabetta Sirani.

He took his one idea and ran with it.

"Her name is Sirani." He nodded proudly. "Elisabetta Sirani."

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