His Majesty's
DOG
Chapter One: Tramp
When he had first joined the Purple Dragons, his gang had named him Black Hayate. Since then, there had been many times in Hayate's life when he'd been sure he was going to die. Every time he was certain it was the last, and every time he just barely managed to escape with his hide…whether or not it was intact was another matter, entirely.
Gripping his lead pipe, he backed up against the wall as the monsters edged closer, their weapons glittering in the moonlight. The sai were the scariest, or perhaps that was just because they were in the hands of Red, and Red scared him shitless. Probably because he was the most ferocious creature Hayate had ever come across. And Hayate had come across Red many times.
"Well, well, always glad to see a familiah face," the turtle smirked. Apparently, Red recognized him, too.
"I aim to please," Hayate replied, holding the pipe like a broad sword and knowing it wouldn't do him any good. His eyes darted, looking for an escape route, but there was none to be had. Blue made sure of that, while Orange cracked jokes in the background and generally acted liked a retard. Hayate had fought them so many times he was almost used to it.
"I should put ya out of yer misery," Red snorted, advancing slowly, and the sais glinted in the dark. "You're gettin' ta be a pest, showin' up all the time like this. I'm gettin' kinda sick of it."
"Well then, why don't you surrender?" Hayate quipped, earning himself a slash to the throat. He ducked, and rapped Red's shins with the pipe. Hard. The turtle snarled and spun faster than Hayate would have believed possible, heel catching him in the temple and throwing him against a wall. The Dragon shook it off and gained his feet quickly, weaving through Orange's nunchukus, leapt over Purple's staff and brought his foot down on Red.
At least he tried to, before Red dodged to the side and nicked his rib with those devilish weapons of his. Hayate staggered and whirled, swinging the pipe at what he hoped to be Red's head, but hit nothing but air. Instinctively, he rolled forward and just barely avoided being crushed as Red came down with terrifying force where his head used to be.
"Having trouble there, Raph?" Orange snickered from the sidelines. "Need a hand beating a widdle kid?"
"Shut up Mikey!" Red barked and lunged forward, clipping Hayate's brow with the handle of one of his sais. Suddenly Hayate's vision went black for a second and he reeled back, then flip-flopped onto his hands and kicked up with both feet, cracking Red under the chin.
"Raph!" cried Blue, but Red let out a furious roar and was abruptly all over the Dragon—raining down punches, kicks, thrusts, slashes, stabs—and his sais sang through the air in their deadly dance, a pair of silver streaks in the night. Hayate tried to block, even managed a strike to Red's side, but it only served to enrage the beast more and soon the pipe had been knocked from his hands entirely.
Hayate felt something crack in his wrist as Red hurled him to the ground, and he finally lay still, curled painfully on his side and panting hard. Ice pressed against his throat and he realized it was those awful sais, their owner crouched over him with murder in his eyes. Hayate took a painful breath and looked away, his gaze falling on one of his comrades slumped against the wall beneath a streak of blood…
"No, Raph," ordered a voice—Blue's, Hayate thought—and Red snarled wordlessly. "It's done."
"It ain't over, Leo," was the harsh reply. "Not till he's good and dead—"
"I said no, Raphael!" Blue snapped, restrained anger in his voice. "You beat him enough, and he's unarmed!"
Then Red's weight was hauled from Hayate's chest, and he coughed, tasting blood on his tongue. Slowly, he pushed himself to his elbows and glanced at the two arguing turtles. Just like that it seemed he'd been forgotten. Pulling his feet under him he readied for a jump, when something tapped his shoulder. Turing his head he found the bo staff resting against his cheek, with Purple on the other end.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the turtle chided. "Just sit tight and be a good boy for your betters till the police get here."
"Stuff it, freak," Hayate spat, wrenched the staff from Purple's hands, and rammed it between his eyes. The reptile let out a yelp and stumbled back as Hayate jumped up and faced the other three.
"Great, Fearless, now look what ya've done; he's got a weapon again. Happy?" Red groused.
"I'll admit you're pretty good, kid," Blue said. "But this ends now."
All Hayate remembered was Blue rushing for him, and then everything went black.
This just wasn't his day.
.xXx.
Hayate awoke slowly and moaned softly, hearing sirens. Lifting his head, he was just in time to see a near-by man-hole cover drop into place. He could see the pigs' lights now, and tried to get up, but everything hurt. Biting back a whimper he pushed himself to his knees and crawled for the man-hole, his hand brushing over Tommy's pistol. Tommy wouldn't need it anymore, having been the first to fall, and without thinking Hayate shoved it in his pants and scrabbled at the steel cover. His wrist ached like a bitch, shooting lances up his arm every time he moved it, but he finally lowered himself into New York's stinking sewers and pulled the top over him just as the first cop appeared in the alley.
The stench down there was so thick Hayate could taste it, and he shuddered at the slickness of the ladder, surprised he didn't fall before he reached the bottom. There were voices up ahead, boisterous and triumphant, and fading quickly. Hayate quickly limped after them, careful to keep to the shadows and to remain silent.
They had failed. It was supposed to be such an easy mission, but then somebody decided to rape the store clerk, and that had brought the freaks down on them. It was supposed to go off without a hitch, an easy haul, no problem. But they had failed, and what's worse, they'd been beaten. Hun was going to be angry, and with Hayate as the only survivor, he'd receive the full brunt of it.
He knew he'd be a dead man if he returned to the hideout now; not after what happened. It made his insides crawl and shiver just thinking about it, and that was why he was following the turtles. If he could report their location to Hun this little mess would be forgotten completely.
Thankfully, their lair wasn't too far, and as Hayate rounded the corner he spotted Red disappearing through a door; a very large, very high-tech door of enforced steel and impassability. There was no way he was getting through there, but then again, he didn't have to. He'd leave that to the ninjas.
Mission completed, Hayate slipped away to look for the nearest ladder when he ran straight into one of the prettiest red-heads he'd ever seen. She was about a head taller than he was, her crimson hair pulled back in a loose braid, and a look of utter shock in her blue eyes.
They stared at one another in surprise, but Hayate gained his composure first and flashed her a cheeky grin.
"You know, you have beautiful eyes."
"You're…you're a…" she stammered, her eyes darting to the little Chinese dragon wrapped around his upper arm, and he knew she was about to scream. Moving fast, he pinned her to the wall, one hand over her mouth and the other fist raised as if to strike.
"Look lady, one sound and I swear I'll knock your teeth out," he hissed softly, his eyes glinting with what he hoped to be violent savagery. "Let's just back up real quiet…"
It was then that she bit him, and then started screaming at the tops of her lungs. Almost immediately, the turtle's door swung open and all four appeared in the tunnel, spotting him at once.
"Crud," Hayate muttered. This really wasn't his day.
"Let her go NOW!" Blue ordered in cold fury, drawing his katana with a vicious shhhhhnk. Hayate froze for a second, entranced by those twin killers and his own fear, before he reached for the gun and pressed it against the woman's temple.
"Back off, or I'll blow her fucking brains out," he said quietly. That got their attention. They stopped dead in their tracks in stark terror, and for a moment it was a stand-still. Neither side moved a muscle, nerves pulled tight and tension thick in the air.
"Drop your weapons," Hayate said, his voice still soft and calm. It was scaring him to death. They obeyed at once, and set their weapons on the ground, watching his every movement. Hayate backed up slowly, never loosening his grip on the woman, gaze fixed on the turtles as they slowly matched him step for step.
"No. No, stay there," he ordered sharply, getting a little panicky. "You stay right there."
"Please, you don't want to do this," said a new voice as what could only be described as a giant rat came into view. This was the first time Hayate had seen him, and for a moment he paused to assess this new thing.
Ehh, I've seen weirder, he thought, and that was that. He glared at the rat and shook his head.
"The hell I don't," he answered, putting in as much brutish malice as he could. "Just don't move and I won't hurt her."
"No…! You can't—!" Orange cried desperately, starting forward in a panic and Hayate swung the pistol towards him, aiming for the ground at his feet, and pulled the trigger.
Click.
Hayate froze in absolute horror. Oh god, NO…
With a grimace of complete dread and dismay, he pulled the trigger again.
Click. Click.
Finally Hayate flipped open the cartridge, and found what he knew he would find. No bullets. Not a God.
Damned.
One.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Howling in unadulterated outrage, and frustrated beyond reason, he flung the gun as hard as he could in the turtles' general direction, shoving the woman after it. Then he turned and ran.
But he didn't see the cat. It must have come up behind him, and had just rubbed up against his ankles when he'd whirled around. His feet got caught and he stumbled, trying not to step on it, twisted and landed hard on his back.
"Nnnnn…" he moaned and sat up to find the tip of Blue's katana inches from his nose. Blankly, his eyes traveled up the length of the blade, up Blue's arm and finally came to rest on the turtle's face. Disgruntled, he leaned back on his elbows and let out an exasperated sigh.
"This just isn't my bloody day," he groused to no one in particular.
"Guess so," Purple agreed before he struck Hayate cold.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT. But neither do you. Nya-nya.
This idea just popped in my head at three in the morning and it wouldn't leave me alone so I just HAD to write it. I've always loved the Turtles anyway, so yeah. But I feel silly admitting it. Sometimes I wonder just how old I am….
Calfuray