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The Hamato Chronicles-Book 1; Homecoming	By : mama-ghostie-61542 Category: S through Z > TMNT - Movies Views: 584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: TMNT, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and all characters therein are the sole property of Mr. Eastman and Mr. Laird. I make absolutely no money at this. That said--Adult+ for scenes of war, torture, PTSD, violence, and Marlowe's potty mouth.

Chapter List
- 1-Home Sweet Home
- 2-Reunion
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Chapter 1; Home Sweet Home
Hamato Yoshi refused to tell his sons why they were staying in a lair they moved away from almost 15 years ago for just one night. Not one of the boys remembered exactly where they lived when their big sister, Marlowe, left for the Marine Corps.
Splinter sat in the dojo, barely meditating, waiting for his daughter to call his shell cell. At 4a.m., said apparatus vibrated against his leg.
"Marlowe," he whispered into the phone.
"Pop, let me in," she smiled and then hung up, knowing her father would check to be sure she was alone.
He stepped lighter than his 50 plus years let on. He opened the door and saw his human daughter, whom he had adopted when she was 10.
Flashback
A 30 year old Yoshi had just moved to NYC and had started to rebuild his life when he found a tiny little girl shivering in the pile of trash around the dumpster in the alley by his dojo.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," he whispered as the girl sunk back into the refuse. "My name is Yoshi. What's yours?"
Her black eyes were terrified and her dark hair was matted. She shook her head and whispered, "I don't remember anymore. Sir only called me burden."
"Would you like to come with me? Warm, safe bed, hot food, warm baths and clothes, school, and attention whenever you want it."
"Mister Yoshi, you had me at warm and safe. But don't come too close. I have bugs," she sighed as she itched the back of her head.
"We will need to cut these mats off anyway, so we can deal with them then."
The Lady who ran the apothecary two doors down gave him some gel to apply after he cut her hair and advised him to burn their clothes and her matted hair. She, then, gave Yoshi some tea tree shampoo and said to wash their hair with it to prevent infestation. Next, she gave him a few outfits her own granddaughter had outgrown.
After they had her all cleaned up and bug free, he noticed the coppery hue to her skin and wondered which American Indian Nation she belonged to. Research would prove her to be Lakota.
As the winter wore on, Marlowe Jean, as she was now named, became a fixture at the dojo, learning everything he could teach her; both about ninjitsu and the years of catching up to get her ready for school in the fall.
Marlowe always rode the bus to the dojo after school and waited on her 'Pop', more often than not, she did homework, trained or did small chores for extra money in her allowance. Then, they would return to Yoshi's apartment together and fix supper. Next, was doing and/or finishing her homework and bed.
It was late fall when they were coming home and saw that their building was on fire. Yoshi quickly grabbed Marlowe's hand and they immediately went back to the dojo.
When they got inside, Yoshi started muttering and mumbling about being followed.
"Pop," Marlowe stated calmly.
Yoshi didn't answer; he just kept mumbling and pulling at his hair.
"DAD," the diminutive girl yelled.
Yoshi nearly jumped out of his skin. Turning quickly, he saw the fear on his daughters face. He grabbed her up in a large hug and whispered, "We're safe. We are safe."
"Safe from what, Pop?"
Yoshi then told her about his past.
Marlowe cried, her heart breaking for Tang Shen and Miwa, for the mother and little sister she would never get to meet and for the heartache so apparent on her dad's face.
Six months later the dojo was destroyed. They hadn't found a new apartment yet, so they went the one place Yoshi was sure they could disappear; the sewers.
Two months after they moved to the sewers, while Yoshi was out doing the shopping, he saw a bowl with four tiny baby turtles in it and asked what the shopkeeper was going to do with them. Yoshi paled when he was informed they were destined for soup. On his way out the door, Yoshi palmed the four small beings.
Once he was outside and away, he placed them in his jacket pocket and whispered to the squirming creatures, "Hold on, little ones; we are going home."
It was on his return trip to their new home that Yoshi tripped over a rat and fell into the glowing ooze. All 5 of them were covered in the stuff. Yoshi had Marlowe go and get Father Peter Corelli, who had that distinct NYC Italian accent ((Think Stallone)), a HUGE heart ((Think Father Mulcahy)), and a supreme dislike of war in ANY form ((Think DeForrest Kelley's Bones melded with Hawkeye Pierce and you are close)). When she reached the church, Marlowe ran inside, yelling for Father Corelli, or Uncle Pete, as she called him.
Peter Corelli had never heard his goddaughter yell like that and it sent a shiver down his backbone; the same way the sound of choppers did in 'Nam. He took off running from his office to the vestibule, where Marlowe was on her knees. "Lowe, what's wrong," he said as he scooped her into his arms.
"It's Pop. He fell into some goo and now he's glowing and, and," she trailed off as tears spilled down her cheeks.
Cupping her face in both hands, he calmly said, "Let me grab my kit. I want you to take me to him, okay," he said as he hurried back to his office to pick up his old medic kit that he kept put together to treat the homeless in the city. Having been a field medic in the Marine Corps in Vietnam, he knew how to do field work. And, he had kept up on his First Responder's license, just in case. His short stint at a battalion aid station made him realize just how severe the situation was. Father Corelli had met Splinter when he came to the dojo asking if Yoshi could help him with the holes in his training.
"Marlowe," he said as he hugged her again upon reaching the vestibule where he left her. "Come on."
When they got to the manhole, he looked at her funny.
"You remember the dojo was destroyed? We had to hide. Safest place is here."
He nodded and started to help her pull the cover off and climb down.
"How did it happen, Lowe," he asked.
"Pop said he tripped over a rat and fell into a green, gooey puddle. He had four baby turtles in his pocket at the time, and was carrying our groceries. He looked like he was in pain and was changing when I left,"
Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of a six foot tall talking rat. The Italian-American Vietnam veteran turned Catholic Priest was shocked to see what had happened to his best friend. "Splints, what the hell!? What?! How!?"
Splinter was on his knees on the floor, in obvious pain. Panting, he replied, "Marlowe."
"She told me ya fell and you was changing. She didn't say a word about changing into a huge rat. Here, let me," he started before being cut off by Splinter.
"NO! No, not unless you are covered and can't get any of this on you. I could never forgive myself if you got hurt."
Corelli sighed. "Hey," he perked up, his mind obviously working. "Marlowe, I have some heavy gloves and a hazmat suit in my kit. Get them out. There are some heavy kitchen gloves in there too, so you can start washing the turtles," he said as she handed him the suit. Once he had it on, he whispered, "Come on, Splints; let's get you cleaned up."
Yoshi refused to allow Marlowe to help clean the turtles up. To his amazement, all four were boys. Yoshi estimated the boys to be from a spring clutch, making them about three months old. While this was going on, Corelli took Marlowe and went up to the local big box store, with his bank card, to pick up the required items to raise 4 three month olds.
When they returned, it took six trips to get everything into their home. The rest of the day was spent helping to arrange the new baby things.
Marlowe helped to name the boys. Yoshi picked their first names, Tang Shen's four favorite Renaissance artists; while Marlowe picked out middle names. Corelli offered to return the next day and baptize the boys. Yoshi readily accepted the offer.
It took a little bit of research but Marlowe picked a perfect name for each one. The oldest was named Leonardo Elden, which meant defender. Raphael became Raphael Warner; 'Warner' meaning protector. Donatello soon gained the middle name of 'Na'at', which is Yucatec Maya for intelligent as he was the first to start trying to roll around. Michelangelo was the hardest to name, however. In the end, though, he was named Michelangelo Ki'imak; which meant happy in the same language as Donnie's. Mikey was always smiling and happy.
Father Corelli returned the next day and blessed all four boys. Leonardo slept right through it. Raphael peed on him, while Donatello studied him. Michelangelo giggled and squirmed.
Time moved on as it is wont to do, and before Yoshi knew it, Marlowe had her GED and was leaving for the Marines to have a steady job. The boys were 5, at the time and oh how they cried.
End Flashback
Here she stood. His daughter, the Marine, had finally come home after three back to back deployments in Iraq and Afghanistan.
He had long noted that the boys never wondered where the money for food and extra little things had come from. And though Splinter had been miserly with it, the insurance money had run out long ago and they had been forced to rely on Marlowe's pay. Yoshi hoped they would be able to live off of the dividends from Marlowe's shrewd investing.
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