the sun, the eclipse & the moon

prologue - the turtle, the bird & the spider

It was a simple night in New York city, a quiet gentle breeze drowned out by the loud bustling noises of cars and pedestrians. After all, this was the city that never slept. However, nothing was quite simple in New York, not at all.

In a world where things like mutants and yokai exist, Michelangelo Hamato knew better than to expect 'normal'.

So what happens when they stumble across an interdimensional portal, a masked superhero and a vigilante with dry sarcasm? They certainly weren't expecting romance, that's for sure.

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Michelangelo Hamato
[the turtle]

There were too many things happening. Just a few months, Mikey couldn't almost believe that they'd been so close to dying, so close to the point where if they extended their hand, they might as well be pressing on a transparent pane of magic that separated the living and dead. Just a few months ago, Mikey and their siblings were successful in defeating the Kraang, albeit with terrible consequences.

Mikey was worried their consequences were permanent. Their hands kept shaking, kept racking because the magic that flowed through them - when they attempted and had succeeded in saving Leo - was just too much. Draxum was finding a cure, but it all seemed hopeless.

Of course, Leo felt terrible that his little sibling had almost sacrificed themself trying to save him. That he was the reason Mikey's hands were cracking and glowing with uncontrollable power. Mikey always assured him it was never Leo's fault and if given the chance, they'd do it again.

While Mikey hated having to put off from doing their favourite hobbies, such as drawing in their sketchbooks and cooking, they'd found another new hobby. One that was more carefree and more accessible for their shaking hands.

Mikey found a new hobby in spray-painting.

Now, it started off a little small, nothing much. Mikey had found some spray cans lying around and curiously tried it out. They realized with happiness that it didn't require any precision nor practice.

So they started doing it more, painting more alleyways, putting up their artwork for any passerby who happened to see. Mikey found that if they ever felt like combusting from overstimulation, they'd simply put on their disguise (A black jacket with no sleeves, their protective mask and a dark beanie) and leave the lair with a bag of spray cans (They'd gotten more with Leo's permission). Obviously, it'd send Raph into a panic because Mikey always leaves without a note.

Today was no exception.

Mikey had left the lair around 8PM that night, because they'd woken up in a sweat. It was the same horrific dream. The dream where Mikey wasn't quick enough, wasn't powerful enough to open that portal. The dream where Mikey had failed to save Leo and had left their older brother at the mercy of the Kraang. They knew Leo would never blame them if he ever died sacrificing himself, but Mikey's brain was cruel enough to make them imagine Leo being dead, resentful and blaming Mikey for not being strong enough to save him. That it was their fault.

Mikey had gotten out of their bed, kicked into auto-pilot mode as they pulled on a black jacket and grabbed their duffle bag. They leave their room, silent as the night and pass by the vacant rooms of their siblings. Mikey makes sure to be extra quiet when they pass Aminah and Donnie's room, because both siblings had heightened senses so if Mikey were to make a sound, it'd set off an alarm in their brain.