Reverse Rebirth

In the Ninja Tribunal arc, the guys give it all they have to defeat....the original Shredder...and die because of it. But Lord Simultaneous comes to a brokenhearted Splinter's aid, and revives the turtles! Only....they don't look the same....

(Yes, it's in English...^^)

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"La forza del destino è un majesty crudele e divine….poichè le strade trasversali del destino diminuiscono per sempre sopra, in un mondo ha converso su ombra imbarazzare e su divisione di moon e del sole…
L'OH, aye, tis una cosa meravigliosa per avere una mano piccola da tenere al lato di voi per comodità."*

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*"The force of destiny is a cruel, divine majesty....as the crossroads of fate dwindle forever on, in a world converged on puzzling shadow and divison of moon and sun...
Oh, aye, tis a wonderful thing indeed to have a little hand to hold beside you for comfort."

"While you were sleeping,
I sat by your bed.
I watched you
as you smiled through your dreams.

I traced your perfect shell ear,
Touched every curl
On your little head.

I tried to sleep
But the sound of your breathing
Drew me back to your room.

I couldn't resist
The magic which tugged
At my heartstrings
And brought me to your side.

I settled on the floor
Once again.
Back against the wall,
Holding your tiny hand in mine.

While you were sleeping
I fell in love with you all over again."

"No...."

Splinter rushed over to Torah's side, heart pounding. Fingers trembling, he felt for a pulse.

Nothing.

Splinter bit his lip, and closed his eyes as his head bent in sorrowful tribute.

The Shredder was slain. His sons had become their dragon avatars....and had fought viciously for New York.

And, with Master Yoshi's help, won.

The world back to normal.

The people safe.

But, at what cost?

Splinter sighed. His sons would be terribly sad....after all, they just felt the tremendous relief of beholding their friends to be ALIVE after all.

What type of sick world was this? One that gave life...and took it away so abruptly, like the waves reaching out like a thousand friendly helping

hands, and a thousand clawed assasin.

Splinter frowned as he looked at the ground. Rain was pouring down quite a bit after a few minutes of glorious sunlight....sunlight of promise and

new hope.

So, what was with the rain? Splinter's fists tightened as he stood.

Odd....where were his sons? Why didn't they catch up yet?

And...why was his gut feeling so uneasy?

A penetrating shadow cast itself over Splinter's heart. Something was wrong. That something was unknown...but it left him feeling quite

apphrensive.

A scent floated on the breeze that gently ruffled through the fur on Splinter's cloak and forehead. Splinter's head snapped up.

New hope filled him...it was Donatello's periwinkle scent! And it was beyond that clearing!

Splinter rushed forward in the driving rain that was stinging his eyes.

He knew his son' scents as well as his own face.

Ah! There was Raphael's cinnamon scent....Leonardo's clean vanilla scent...and Michelangelo's scent of...mozzarella cheese, occasionally...and

very noticeable, crisp basil.

As Splinter rushed around the bend of trees, he skidded so fast to a stop that he slid forward quiet a few inches on the muddy ground.

And his heart stopped.

"No..."

There, on the ground, lay the sons of Splinter. Raph was gripping the emerald grass, Mikey's mouth was open in a silent gasp, as Leo was

facedown on the grass.

And Don's mouth was still opened in a silent cry of pain.

Splinter finally let out the scream that building in his throat.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

No....It cannot be!

IT CANNOT BE!"

Splinter's numb legs finally dashed forward, completely breathless.

"Not my sons! NOT MY SONS!"

As he rushed to their side, feeling so utterly dizzy that the world was spinning in an absentminded frenzy....

His nightmare had come true.

A gasp had slipped from Splinter's lips.

"My children.....

.....they....have all....been...."

He had stepped into a living hell.

First, the tribunal had taken his beloved Master and father....

..and now his...

As the true horror of the situation broke out over him, he gasped, choking as a fresh stream of tears burned in his eyes.

He would've screamed...

...if there were any voice left inside of him to do so.

A fair of feet quite suddenly brushed against the cool wet grass, making a gentle swishing sound.

Splinter was beyond caring if it were a human who would scream and report his form to the authorities....or a rival who wanted to murder him in

cold blood.

"Splinter, is it?"

Even as the hot salt water fell onto his clenched fists, and a tiny drop of crimson appeared on his lips from biting it so hard, he started.

....What?

Splinter jerked around so quickly, he cricked his neck. Ignoring the discomfort, he staggered up.

" L-Lord...Simultaneous..."

The white cloaked figure stood there, silent as he gazed at the limp figures on the ground.

"...if I had come earlier...." he muttered, shaking his head.

Splinter blankly stared at him before blankly gazing at the green and red grass. Lord Simultaneous went on.

"Y'know, I was supposed to arrive earlier..." he said reluctantly, turning to the side.

"....it's...just as my fault as it is anyone else's, Splinter," he said quietly.

Splinter turned to look at him again, eyes empty and distraught before their eyelids closing tightly over them. With a shaking sob, he buried his

face in his hands.

"I-I-It matters not...." The words were severly distorted as Splinter slammed his fist against the ground repeatably.

"M-My sons...."

"My sons...."

He choked again.

And Lord Simultaneous simply stood there in the pouring rain, as Splinter bitterly wept in the frigid chill.

Finally, the grumpy-faced man's eyes softened.

"Y'know.....the Time Scepter has a mind of it's own. I thought you knew that," he said, quietly.

Splinter said nothing. The treelimbs brushed violently as several leaves spiraled down.

Lord Simultaneous sighed. He was never good at this mushy business...

"And...." he paused. "The scepter...is telling me what I must do. What IT wants to do."

Splinter said nothing. Lord Simultaneous rolled his eyes.

"What I'm saying here is that I revived the Daimo's son," he said irratably. "And....

....I can do the same for your sons."

Splinter froze as he bolted up, his dark eyes full of flabbergasted sorrow and desperate hope.

"I-you-can you-"

"Er, yeah." Lord Simultaneous twirled the scepter uncomfortably. "They...uh....might be a little funny....bit off color for a...while, but what the

scepter wants, it gets."

Lord Simultaneous twitched an eyebrow. "Hey, if you would pref-"

"No." Splinter was breathless, imploring. He silently looked to the side, fists no longer clenched, face set.

"I....very much wish...for my sons to stay alive," he said quietly, turning so Lord Simultaneous would not see his face.

"Otherwise....

...nothing really matters much, anymore."

Lord Simultaneous nodded, face businesslike.

"Very well, then. Now..."

The glittering scepter was risen into the dark sky.

And, as Splinter stared, awestruck, an pyramid of light exploded into an indigo sky.

Splinter's hand flew instinctively to his face to protect him from the flash.....

As quickly had it had come, it was over.

Splinter dashed to the smoking area of land, as Lord Simultaneous was twiddling his fingers.

"Er....about that, Splinter? Remember when I told you they might not..."

His voice died on his lips. Splinter merely stared, heart accelerating like mad as he hesitantly drew closer to the feebly stirring figures on the

ground.

April slammed her foot on the brakes.

Yep...here they were!

Odd....how it was Splinter contacting them instead of the others....he'd never been particulary technology savvy....and by particulary, I mean, "not

at all...."

The original Shredder was DEAD.

Finally. April breathed a sigh of relief. Splinter had sounded strange on the shellcell....he merely wanted to see both Casey and April right away.

That was all he said.

"Aw....Cheer up, babe." Casey gave April's arm a squeeze. She had a troubled frown upon her face.

Something....didn't feel right. Casey put an arm around her shoulder when they'd finished climbing down the water drainage latter, and began

their journey to the secret entrance of the turtles' home.

"They're probably all just tired," commented Casey, as they found the hidden access code and typed in the odd tune they used quite often.

Ding!

And the doors slid open with a creaking thud.

Still disconcerted, the two entered somewhat cautiously.

"Master S!" exclaimed Casey jovially. "You did it! You guys actually did it!"

Splinter was standing quietly near an old portrait and crate, something in his arms. He had a quiet, thoughtful expression upon his face.

"Casey. April." was all he said, with a wan smile.

Casey's smile faded. April stepped forward, concern etched in every corner of her face.

"Master Splinter...?" asked April, looking as if she were uncertain whether to step forward or to step back.

Splinter did not move. Casey scratched his head, puzzled.

Something was wrong. Seriously minutes rolled by with aching slowness.

"I would like you....to meet someone," was all he simply said, as he very slowly turned.

Casey and April curiously leaned forwards. There was something in the box as well....

Emerald and dark blue eyes grew enormous- April continued to stare, as Casey fell sideways onto the floor.

"Meet...my sons," said Splinter simply.

Whew! I'm tired. I hope you liked it! I'll update soon...