Changes -- Love and Tears Part 12

I looked at Marai. I hardly knew what to make of her... So many twists and turns... She sat in the front seat, her white teeth contrasting with her chocolate skin as her face was pulled back into an expression of anxiety. She was wringing her hands nervously, her brow knitted, her eyes staring straight ahead.
"Marai, tell me how you got turned into a human." I said.
She turned and looked at me, those dark, soul-less, brown eyes digging into my very soul it felt. "You mean, turned back into a human." she said softly "And the answer is, I have no idea. As my pregnancy with Dezzera progressed I lost more and more of my turtle features. By the sixth month, I was fully human. That's when I went to see my sister. I guess I must of really sounded like a maniac. I was talking freely to her about what had happened. I don't know how you felt when you were freed from that demon's evil presence, Leonardo, but my feelings were probably ten fold yours...."
I thought about the bliss I had felt when the demon had died. It was hard to imagine that there could be a happier or more intense emotion than that. But if there was, I knew Marai had probably felt it when that demoness was killed. After all, she had been in the torturous mental shackles of that loathsome creature much longer than I had. "But no matter what you were saying, that still gave your sister no right to put you in that place." I said, referring to the mental institution.
"I know." she said, the softness in her voice was gone now, replacing it was contempt "I should have never gone to her, she always hated me. Plus, she's kind of a bitch. She told me she was going to kill Dezzera. I spent all that time in the institution thinking that she already was dead!" She was almost crying now.
I reached up and put a hand on Marai's shoulder. She looked at it and sighed shakily. She looked at me with those eyes again. 'Dead eyes...' I thought to myself. They somewhat were in a way. Empty, vacant, as if they had forgotten how to convey true emotion. Who knows? Maybe they had. They were really the eyes of the dead... The Undead. The dead returned. Marai... her body snatched away, forced to watch as things spun into an uncontrollable whirlwind, then jolted back only to have the loose ends of that tempest still snapping at her cheeks. Those desolate eyes chilled me through and through. She had a deepness about her that scared me. I slowly removed my hand from her shoulder, feeling like I'd invaded her somehow. She stared out the front of the van again.
"Dezzera is very much alive." April said, trying to lighten the conversation, no doubt "She's such a good little baby. She's only what now? Two or three months? and she already sleeps through the night with no problem!"
"We all adjust to our surroundings." Marai said quietly. I was puzzled by that comment, and no doubt April was too, but I decided to change the subject.
"So?" I asked, "How were you originally mutated?"
A visible shudder spread over her body. In those empty, hollow eyes of hers, I saw a spark of intense emotion...fear. "I... I don't wanna talk about it. It's too painful."
I decided not to push it. If she didn't want to talk about it, she didn't want to talk about it. Plus, April was pulling up by the apartment house.
I watched her get out of the van before pulling the sliding door open and discreetly making my way with the girls to the door of the apartment house.

***

"Aw, such a cute wittle wuggums. Yes you are, yes you are!" I grinned and struggled desperately to keep from laughing as I watched Raphael coo to Dezzera from my vantage point in the doorway. He apparently heard me anyway, despite my efforts to be secretive... darn ninjas. He turned with the small baby cradled in his arms, without looking up at me he said "Hey Mona."
"Hey Raph." I said, walking over to him "That a new language you're learning?"
"Yes, and I'm getting very fluent." Raph said back, then he said to Dezz "Oh Dezzy Dezzy, you're just an ugel-bumoms, yes, jus a lil eeby geeby."
I smiled "How come you never sweet talk me like that?"
He looked up at me and laughed. "You want me to, wittle wisa? wittle Mony Wisa?"
I laughed. "Can I have her?" I asked.
"Sure, my arms are falling asleep, she's one heavy lil babe." He carefully transferred her to my arms.
I looked down at the infant, her eyelids were heavy, she was falling asleep. I walked over to the couch, rocking her slightly as slumber claimed her. I sat down. Raph trailed behind me and sat down next to me. I looked over at him. "So, you seem pretty good at this kind of stuff. You ever wish we coulda had one of these for our own?" I asked him.
"Truthfully, no. They're great when they're this little. But they're a major pain in the aa- butt, when they get older." I was glad he was censoring himself around the baby.
"How would you know?"
"Because I was one to Splinter, a thorn in his side... in fact I still am. I am a pain the posterior."
"You got a Ph.D. in that department?"
"Dang straight."
I laughed. It woke Dezz up. She started whimpering. I gave him a look and said "Way to go, buddy, you woke up Dezz."
I stood up and started rocking Dezzera slightly to calm her. Once she had quieted, Raph asked "So, what about you?"
"What about me?" I said, confused as to what he was saying.
"Would you ever want a kid?"
"No way. I had to baby-sit my little sisters waaaayyy too much as a teenager to want a kid."
Raph smiled "I thought all women had natural maternal urges."
"Not me, I musta been absent the day they handed those out" I replied with a smirk.
I looked up as I heard the door opening. I saw April enter, followed by Leonardo. He was leading in a tall, stocky black woman whom I assumed was Marai.
Marai's eyes were shifting around the room, searching nervously. I knew what she was looking for. I stood up from the couch and walked over to her, feeling Raph following me. I wordlessly shifted Dezzera into her arms. "Thanks." she said "I'm Marai."
"Mona Lisa." I said. I stepped back trying to fade into the background. I had no clue what to do. I took another step back and ran into Raph. Raph wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind.
As I watched Marai, I couldn't help but feel something was wrong with her. Something with her expressions... something insincere. Then it hit me. Her eyes! While her body and face performed one emotion, her eyes stayed emotionless, empty. Like the eyes of a blind person.
As I watched the reunion though, I felt I had no place to ask about it, especially not at this time.

***

I knocked on the door of Rose's apartment.
"Come in, Donatello." I heard Rose's soft voice from the other side of the door. She sounded distracted. I wondered how she knew it was me.
I opened the door and was amazed at what I saw. A pincushion was floating behind Rose as she worked on swathing a dummy in fabric.
"How're you doing that Rose?" I asked, amazed.
"Va?" she asked as she turned around, then she saw the pincushion. "oops" she said through the pin she had in her teeth, and quickly it dropped into her hand. She stuck the pin into it. "Sorry, I know you hate it when I do that stuff around you." she said with a sheepish smile.
"What exactly were you doing?" I asked, still a little bit dumbfounded.
"Oh, just a little PK. Nothing too serious, it's just easier when I can have the pincushion near me when I'm working."
"PK?" I asked.
"Psychcokinesis. It's nothing too big, really. Most people can do it if they try hard enough."
"I couldn't." I told her "And so, in my opinion, that makes it amazing."
"You could do this if you tried." I was skeptical. "Here, let's try something. Sit down." She pulled out a chair at the table and we both sat down. She shredded a piece of paper and set the scraps on the table. "Now tell it to move."
I looked at the scraps of paper on the table in front of me. I tried to tell them to move, but I knew they wouldn't.
"C'mon, Donnie" Rose said "You're not even trying!"
"I am trying!" I told her "I just can't do this!"
"Donnie, you can do this! It's the easiest Psychcokinesis trick in the book! And don't tell me you can't do it! The smarter someone is, the easier PK is for them, and we both know you're no dummy."
I rolled my eyes. She shot me an miffed look that told me I was wearing on her nerves.
"Ok," I sighed, "Tell me exactly how to do it."
"You have to relax. Clear your mind, like you're going to meditate. Then just focus on one of the paper scraps and tell it to move. Will it to move. Imagine it moving in your mind, and it will. But most importantly, Don, you have to believe it will work!" I frowned "Like this." Rose said, and she stared at the table. The scraps quickly rearranged themselves into a heart shape. I was amazed, no matter how many times I'd seen her do things like that, it still shocks me. Rose smiled and shuffled the scraps around on the tabletop. "Now you try." she said.
"OK," I said "I'll try." I cleared my mind, focusing in on one of the paper scraps. I tried hard to believe that it actually would move. 'MOVE' I mentally yelled at it 'MOVE!' I was so stunned when it did that I practically fell over in my chair. I gaped at it, amazed. The little slip of paper had moved. Only fluttered slightly, but still...
I looked over at Rose, she was smiling that soft smile of hers. "D-did you do that?" I asked, still dumbfounded.
Rose shook her head no "You did." I looked back at the piece of paper. I picked up and examined it. It was just a normal piece of paper, no strings, no tricks, no magic dust... nothing. Yet, I had moved it without touching it.
"Donnie, you have some real potential. If you ever wanted to develop it..." I heard Rose's soft voice say. I guess I looked pretty dazed and confused, for she said "Donnie, hun. Don't try to explain it. You'll only frustrate yourself."
I looked over at her, "I guess so. I didn't come to see you so we could talk about PK, though."
She gave me a questioning gaze "I thought you just came to see me."
"That too," I said, breaking into a smile "but, Rose we need to talk."
"About what?"
About..." I thought of how to best put it. "Rose, something's bothering you. You seem so withdrawn. I want to help you, but I need to know what's going on."
Rose's head dropped. "I don't wanna talk about it." she mumbled.
I sighed. I couldn't let her get out of it that easily. It had taken me nearly forever to get the courage to do this. I wasn't going to let her bail.
"I'm sorry, Rose, but that's not an acceptable answer. I love you too much to just let you continue to hurt yourself like this."
"I-I dunno, Don. I think it's my dad, Otto. I still really haven't gotten over his death. He was so much to me, you know. He was my only constant for the longest time. His death left such a gaping hole in my life... I just don't know, Donnie."
I tried to think of what to say... how to comfort her, to make it all right. Then Splinter's words came back to me 'What she really needs is someone just to listen to her, not to solve her problems'
I looked over and Rose and drew her into my arms. She was completely still and silent. I hated that. I hated feeling so helpless.
"It's okay to cry, you know." I told her, and she did.

***

[Mica's Farmhouse, Upstate New York]
I sighed as I sat down at the kitchen table. I had been rearranging and cleaning all day. The farmhouse was in okay condition, but man was it dusty! Jeez! I think it was all worth it when Mica would come in after I'd finished and she'd start exalting, though. She'd spin around in circles like a lil bird, exclaiming how much she liked it, and then she'd give me a big kiss.
I was bushed, I sat back in the chair, relaxing. I reached over and flipped on the CD player. Apparently Mica had left one of her CDs in there. I was feeling too lazy to change it.
I had talked to Raphael this afternoon on the phone. I was beginning to feel very homesick... I didn't like being away from my home and my brothers this long. Mona and Raph were getting married in about two weeks. Micansana and I were supposed to come up in a few days. We'd probably head up on Monday. Raph had also told me about Marai. I was a tad bit wary of her, but I was anxious to meet her all the same. I also wanted to see the new baby, Dezzera. According to the others, she was just ky-yoooot!
We'd been at the farmhouse for three days now. Mica's parents had taken their car and headed back to their home early this morning. Since then, Mica had been in a dizzy little frenzy. Cleaning and fixing. Up down, in out, and into and around everything. She seemed a ball of energy that couldn't stay still. I was exhausted and still I heard her puttering around in the room next to the kitchen... and she had gotten up earlier than I had!
Tonight would be our first night alone together in the big house... I shoved the thoughts from my mind and filled it up by listening to the music.

"I don't believe in hatred anymore
I hate to think of how I felt before
When anger overwhelms your very soul
it hard to realize you'll ever know
Looooove like we do..."

Mica came in and sat down. She listened to the music. "Edie Brickell. I see you do have some taste in music, Mike."
I smiled at her "I know, I know, you hate my Metallica."
"No, I can stand your Metallica, I'm even learning to somewhat like it, amazingly enough. It's that Primus shit that I hate."
"Hey, Primus rocks! Don't diss da Primus."
"Oh C'mon Mikey, with a album called 'Pork Soda' and songs like 'Glass Sandwich' and 'The Air Is Getting Slippery'"
I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out at her "Shu-Up you annoying."
Mica giggled "I know I am." I leaned back on two legs of my chair, relaxing and listening to the music.

"She glows around you like the moon
She smiles at her reflection in a spoon
She reads expensive magazines
She sees herself in everything
Ooooh, you can't judge her for that
She knows where her head is at"

Mica looked over at me. She smiled softly and started singing along with the song, slightly changing the words "I'm tangled up in you, I'm laced up in your shoe, I've got a ladder to the sky, I've got a mad look in my eye." She gave me a look that definitely was deranged.
I smiled at her. I heard her foot coming over to my chair only seconds too late to stop her. She pulled the legs out from under me and I fell back onto the floor, bumping my head. Mica pounced on me, straddling my plastron. She leaned down 'till our beaks were almost touching and said "Aw, poor Mikey, hurt your wittle head? I kiss it and make it all better."
As she kissed me full on the lips I was shocked. Was this the same Mica who had been so depressed just a few weeks ago? Why was she being so aggressive? Her touch soon melted my concerns though, and I thoroughly enjoyed the long passionate kiss. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard.
There was something I needed to ask her though. I still remembered the way she'd pushed me away in the hotel room. It still stung to think about that. "Mica," I began "Are you sure you're ready?"
"I'm very ready, Mike. I love you dearly and I've made my decision."
I smirked "So then, it all depends on when you're ready? When I'm ready doesn't matter, huh?" I said jokingly.
Mica frowned. She stood up and sighed "Fine then, be that way." she said and she turned away from me.
I quickly realized she had taken me seriously. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her from behind. She was rigid and cold, she had a mix of anger and sorrow on her face. "I'm sorry, my lil hula gal, I's just joking."
Her frown faded a little, but she was still tensed up, I started rocking her back and forth slightly. "You know, Mica, I know why we're perfect for each other."
"Really? Why?" Mica asked, I thought I could hear just a tad of a sarcastic tinge in her voice, but I ignored it.
"Because we know just the right buttons to push on each other to majorly piss each other off... and we know what buttons to push to calm each other down."
She smiled slightly "Really?"
"Yup, like one right... here." I poked her in the shoulder "and another here" I poked her in the middle of her plastron. She started giggling. She turned in my embrace and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me lightly on the top of my beak. I grinned at her "I take it this means I'm forgiven?"
She nodded. "So now what do we do?" she asked with a silly smile.
"I don't know. I thought you knew." I told her.
"Why would you think I knew?"
"Because you were a human teenager. Well, at least at one time you were."
Mica laughed. She took her arms from their resting place around my neck and latched her hands onto my plastron. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she whispered in my ear "Mikey, hun, my life ain't Melrose Place, this is my first time too."
Mica let out a short "eep" of surprise as I scooped her off her feet. I carried her into the bedroom. I set her down on the bed. "I think this is where we start." I told her, and I bent down and kissed her.
She pulled me down on the bed next to her and kissed me hard. I responded greatly, moving my lips in an odd 'dance' with hers. The funny thing was, I didn't even have to think about my movements, it just happened.
I couldn't believe it, it was actually finally going to happen. I was in bed with her, we were kissing, and... Was I imagining it? I think she was making random passes at my crotch. After checking and seeing that her eyes were shut, I kissed my way down her neck and took a peek.
Sure enough, her right hand was roaming around between our bodies. Like a child's game of Hot/Cold, her hand would come agonizingly close, brushing against the ultra-sensitive hardness there. Then it would wander cluelessly off into space.
I boldly thrust my torso closer to hers. Thus, diminishing the space between us and increasing the contact.
I wanted this. Waves of excitement rippled through my body. I really, really wanted this. How long had I waited for this moment? It seemed like forever.
I moaned into her neck as her hand found it's target and she began fondling it. I sucked hard on the nape of her neck, feeling the blood being pulled to her skin's surface as I sucked. I moved my mouth over onto her shoulder. My upper teeth found the edge of her carapace, and I scraped them across it. Mica let out a short choking sound and her hand tightened, nails digging in painfully. She relaxed her grip.
It was hard to consider other's feelings when I had such a hard-on, but I tried anyway. I wanted to make sure I hadn't hurt her. "Is something wrong?"
"No" she breathed shakily "That just feels so good!"
"What?" I asked with a sly grin "This?" I scraped my teeth along the edge of her shell again.
"Oh gawd yes" she breathed passionately and she moved her hands up to my shoulders. I moved my mouth over hers again, closing my eyes. She responded, kissing me deeply.
I rolled over so I was on top of her. The pressure on my plastron sent a whole new series of reaction through me. It was so much at once, it was overwhelming, bigger than us almost, yet still graspable somehow.
I was so hard now it almost hurt. I had waited so long for this. I pushed deep into her. Mica let out a small squeak, her eyes were as big as mine. I lost myself in the emotions and the feeling, the encompassing sphere of pure sensation. I pulled my body up and began thrusting slowly, then faster and faster, building rhythm. With each push a burst of sensation ran through me, a building anxiety until I couldn't take it anymore. I thrust deep into her and released. It was a sensation so wonderful that I couldn't really explain it. When it was over, I rolled over next to her, exhausted. Mica snuggled up next to me, her form as hot and sweaty as my own.
She looked up at me and sighed. "Mikey," she whispered "I love you."
I smiled. "Me too." I told her softly before I rose my hand to cover her eyes. When I pulled my hand away, her eyes were closed, deep in slumber. I closed my eyes and fell asleep, content and fulfilled.

END PART 12

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