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Of Hearts and Shells: 50 Shades of Green	By : prplraven Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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April landed on her shell again, and she was getting irritated about it. Donnie held a hand out and helped her to her feet. She groaned. “Do shells bruise, or is that just my internal organs continually getting thrashed?” This was the fifth time she’d overbalanced, and they had only been training for a few minutes.
“God, Donnie, don’t break her!” Raph mockingly admonished from across the room.
Donatello rolled his eyes and ignored his brother, though Mr. O’Neil’s warning still rang fresh in his ears from the previous night. “Okay, well… normal sparring is out for now until you can get your balance back, so let’s try going over some of the basic movements first.” He guided her into the stances of a simple kata, a step followed by a lunge, followed by a 90-degree pivot. She managed the first two moves, but the extra weight and inflexibility of her shell unbalanced her, and she fell forward with an “Oof!”
He reversed his pivot to see her on the floor. He knew she didn’t want his pity, but it didn’t keep him from feeling it. He held out his hand to pull her to her feet. “Okay, again… this time, mirror me,” he said, turning to face her to begin the move again. Step, lunge, step, turn… This time she made the corner, but overbalanced to the side in attempting the leg-sweep. She let out a yelp as she teetered sideways, but Donnie caught hold of her shell before she went down. She smiled abashedly but gratefully at him, and readied herself again, determination in her eyes… as well as something else he couldn’t quite read.
On the next attempt, she missed her footing on the pivot again. She tripped and fell headlong into him. He managed to catch her, but it threw him out of his stance and they both stumbled. “I think I see the problem here,” he declared. “Looks like you’re leaning too much and overcompensating. “Here… put your feet together, and close your eyes. Cross your arms.” He took a hold of her shell with both hands. “And just trust me. I won’t let you fall.”
“I know you won’t,” she replied, but that didn’t keep her from gasping a bit as he began rocking her from side to side, then forward and backward and around in a complete circle.
“Concentrate; feel where your balance points are.” He repeated the sequence again, widening the diameter of the arc he moved her in. Then he let go of her shell, and merely bounced her in another direction as she tipped back and forth. After a few minutes of tilting her around, he smirked to himself and let her fall backward, stepping around behind her to catch her. She shrieked as she fell outside of the radius he’d established and opened her eyes in panic. He caught her low, and gave her an upside-down grin. “Told you I’d catch you.” He set her upright.
“You’re mean!” she chided with a giggle.
“ I know, I’m sorry,” he smiled, smitten with her laugh. “Ready to try again?”
She nodded. “Let’s go!” She stared into his eyes as they began. Those eyes were… capturing. Donnie couldn’t loose himself from them… nor did he want to. They performed the entire kata with a locked gaze, April bending further forward on the turns and placing her feet more securely, keeping her balance at last. Wordlessly, they moved into the next series, not looking forward as they should, but still into each other’s eyes. This one required a twisting leap, which they both executed without breaking from each other.
Mikey, sparring with Leo in the other half of the dojo, looked over as he blocked Leo’s katanas with the chain of one of his nunchaku. He grinned. “Hey, Leo?”
“Yeah?” he said, irritated that he couldn’t break through Mikey’s defense, even when he wasn’t paying attention.
“Do turtles do mating dances?”
“Not as far as I know…”
Mike nodded to his right. “Then, what’s that?”
Leo blinked and looked up, releasing the force on Mikey’s nun-chuck. “Well, whaddya know…” He had to smile warmly, watching their brother and April performing mirrored katas at speed without breaking eye-contact. Their synchrony was striking in its perfection. Lunges, steps, flips, somersaults, thrusts, leg-sweeps, breaks, punches… all in perfect time with each other. Though nothing touched but their gaze, they may as well have been doing a tango.
After several minutes, their series came to an end, but they remained enrapt with each other. Breathing hard, but far from exhausted, they simply stared at one another for a moment. Then Donnie suggested, “Staves?”
April gave him a rather mischievous nod. “Staves.” They walked, still in step, to the weapons rack. April picked up Donnie’s bo, he picked up her training staff, and they handed them to each other, all the while still staring into the other’s eyes. Donatello put a finger on what he’d seen in her look now… it was desire, and he knew she was seeing the same in his eyes.
Their first move against each other, a basic strike, ended with the barest tap of their weapons. Where their previous spar had been a ruthless battle, this one was a ballet; delicate, intricate, tender. Both were pulling the force of their strikes; if their weapons touched at all, they made only a whisper compared to their former thunderclaps. The game had become close strikes with no impact; a display of trust and control. April came at him with a backhand spin and a powerful overhead blow that stopped an inch from his skull and angled down past his beak. He returned the gesture by dodging her next parry and flipping past her to avoid contacting her face with his thrust. His horizontal spin and her vertical, both whirling blurs, intersected, but never touched.
“Donatello!” The shout disrupted his concentration so much that Donnie let go of his bo and it went clattering into a corner. April stopped mid-move as well.
“Sensei!” Donnie bowed, and his partner did likewise.
Splinter returned the bow. “I had called you to halt, but it appears you did not hear me.”
“Oh! Uhh, sorry, Master.”
The rat-mutant held up a palm forgivingly. “Interesting techniques the two of you were using.”
Donnie blushed a bit, feeling like they’d been caught cheating. “Uh… We were just…” He went to collect his bo, searching for a reasonable excuse.
Splinter held up a hand to interrupt. “Restraint is also a discipline. There are times when you must control yourself to keep from injuring others. It is good that you and April are practicing this. But for now, I have another exercise in mind. Donatello and April, against Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo.”
Leo objected. “Isn’t that a bit unfair, sensei? Two against three? Or anybody versus Raph…”
“Life is rarely fair, Leonardo. Hajime!”
Don felt thrown for a loop, but April looked into his eyes again, and all in the world was well. They bowed to their opponents and began. The two of them backflipped in tandem to the center of the training mat, back to back, putting themselves in the middle of the triangle of Raph, Leo, and Mikey. As one, they took a defensive stance, staves pointed outward at an angle.
Mikey’s eyebrows raised in apprehension. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”
“What’re you so scared of?” Raph mocked. “It’s just Donnie and April… You’ve taken Donnie down before.”
“You don’t understand, dude… this isn’t ‘Donnie’ and ‘April’… “ he separated them with hand gestures, ”… it’s ‘Donnie AND April!’ ”
“What?! You never make any sense!”
Leo huffed. “Less talking, more attacking! Go!” He leapt forward toward the pair, facing April…
…and was struck in the face by a backward jab from Donnie’s bo. It was so out of the blue, he figured Donnie had done it by accident. But then it happened to Raph too; as Raphael charged in, grappling Donnie’s bo with his sai, April spun her rattan staff backward over her head, connecting with Raph’s hard enough to make him see stars. Raph looked dumbfounded, then furious.
Mikey stayed off to the side, waiting for an opening, swinging one nun-chuck and muttering to himself, “Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…”
Leo stepped back into form, aiming a single blade at April. She caught it on her staff, not pushing against, but cushioning the blow and letting the blade ease partway into the wood. When it was firmly set, she spun it, taking the sword out of Leo’s hand. It eventually spun loose and clanked against a wall. He blinked dumbly at her, guarding with his remaining katana.
Raphael made a charge at Donnie, whose forehand spin should have been easy to block—had it been an overhand spin. Before Raph reached him, Don planted the bo into the ground and pole-vaulted over his enraged brother; it was one of April’s signature moves. Raph spun to face Don as he landed, but then hit the floor as April’s staff took out his ankles, and Leo suddenly found himself faced with Donnie as he landed. Confused by the change of opponents, he took two jabs to the plastron.
Mikey thought he saw his chance and ran into the fray. “…ohgodohgodOHGODOHGODOHGOD!!” He thought he had a good shot at taking Donatello down, but Don ducked into a leg sweep as Michelangelo approached, revealing April swinging around on her staff like a pole dancer. She planted both feet into his chest, and he flew backwards into the wall behind him. “Oh god…” he groaned painfully, unpeeling from the wall and hitting the floor.
“How’re they DOING THIS?!” Raph shouted, charging at April, at the same time Leo charged at Donatello. They were rewarded with matching blows to the stomach from the turtle they weren’t facing.
“They have attained a synergy,” Splinter answered above the din of their clashing weapons. “They move as one, they act as one, they think as one. Each anticipates the other’s movements. You are not fighting two opponents, but one, with the combined skill of two. This makes their power greater than the two alone.”
“Totally called it…” Mikey gasped from the floor, raising a finger. Splinter gave him a nod of assent.
Almost by means of demonstration, Don and April whirled their staves, April’s overhead and Donnie’s vertical, the two circular blurs intersecting without ever disrupting one another. Then in one motion, Donnie leveled his bo at Leo in a charging position, while April dropped into a crouching stance, staff in a defensive posture toward Raph.
“So how’re we supposed to beat ‘em?” Raph began circling, only to have Donnie step into April’s defense stance as he reached her side. She stepped up into the charging stance to take Donatello’s place. “This is so weird…”
“What’s the matter, guys?” Don and April spoke with one voice. They even slowly tilted their heads in the same direction. “Scaaaaared?”
Leo let out a shocked, “Ahh!” as Raph pointed a sai at the two of them. “…And that was just fuckin’ creepy!”
“Try to drive them apart… that might sever their connection,” Leo proposed. He and Raphael jumped, landing between the synergized pair, attacking swiftly and forcing the two away from each other before either could counter.
“That’s not going to work,“ they both said.
“Stop that!!” Raph hollered, attempting to twist Donnie’s bo to the breaking point, but only managing to circle with him. Leo seemed to be having similar trouble, swinging at April, but being blocked and subtly turned around.
“You know why?” they said together.
“Because now….” said Donatello.
“…you’ve gotten…” April continued.
“…BETWEEN US!” Both of them dipped beneath their staves, landing powerful kicks to the chests of Leo and Raph. The two brothers flew backward, their shells slamming together as they met in the middle of the arena. Their opponents leapt in tandem, landing with staves ready to strike should Raph or Leo try to get up.
“Yame!” Splinter called, signaling the end of the match. “Donatello, April, well done. Such synergy is rarely achieved, even in the best-trained ninja.”
“Thank you, Master,” they said in unison, bowing, staves straight by their sides.
“But do stop that. It is creepy.”
“Sorry!” April apologized, breaking away from their paired speech. As Splinter retreated to his room, the two of them retreated into each other’s eyes once again. April made a subtle nod toward the turnstiles. Donnie grinned and nodded. They ran together toward the steps that led out of the lair.
Donatello had just rounded the corner of the wall, when Raph called out, “Yo, Donnie! Hold up a sec…”
Don stuck his head back around the wall questioningly. Raph met him at the top of the steps, and muttered, “If you guys are looking for a little… ya know, privacy… there’s an empty subway car down by the 145^thStreet Station. I’ve been… upgrading it a bit, for comfort.”
Don gave him a grin and a thumbs up. “Thanks, Raph!” Raph waved nonchalantly, heading back down the steps.
They were lucky they even made it as far as the subway car; their lovemaking started right outside the door to the lair, kissing and nuzzling. Then one of them would chase the other for a few yards, whereupon the pursued would be pounced upon and surrender, and the kissing and nuzzling would start all over again.
The car’s one working light buzzed on as Donnie slid the door open and shut it again behind them. Raphael had indeed spruced the train car up considerably, having removed the old seats and dragged in a bunch of mismatched abandoned furniture: an armchair, a sofa (that must’ve been a challenge…), and a surprisingly decent-looking sheeted Queen-size mattress on the floor.
“Why does Raph have that in here?” April wondered aloud. Their synergy was still feeding him her thoughts, but talking normally was much more habitual… sometimes the silence felt weird.
Donnie shrugged. “Try sharing a house with three brothers. Even having your own room sometimes isn’t privacy enough.” He wondered what exactly Raph had been doing on this mattress, but he pushed the thought aside, instead imagining what he and April would be doing on it in a few minutes.
She caught his eyes with hers again. God help me, Donnie, I want you in me right now, she thought to him. No part of him needed further encouragement, and his schlong revealed itself from beneath his shell, swelling quickly. He thought of asking her if she as ready for him but he already knew that she was; it was just common courtesy to check. Always the gentleman, she thought back, and his adoration for her poured over her mind. Then he thought, I wonder if it counts as auto-erotica if you have sex with someone you’re sharing a mind with?, and April burst out in giggles. He reddened a bit. This is really not the venue to use for private thoughts, is it?
Really not, she thought back, and she blushed as well as the mental image of a pop star she had the hots for floated unbidden to the surface of her thoughts, and then a thought of Casey, which really made her turn red. It’s all right, he comforted, letting his slight jealousy pass (after all, it wasn’t Casey who was here with her). He stroked her cheek with a hand. Both of them dropped to their knees on the mattress. Just think of it as… intimacy. But both of them were suddenly thinking of another kind of intimacy. April lay back onto her shell and spread her legs for him. A stray thought wondered what she looked like beneath her shell, and Donnie was happy to oblige her, giving the clenched bud of her cloaca a close look. Wait a minute—I have a tail?! she noticed. Her utter shock was too much for him, and he laughed aloud. I guess we didn’t get that far, did we, last time? I suppose we overlooked a little detail. And then it hit him that it was a pun, De tail, and then they were both cracking up. He sought her eyes as their laughter died down, and they were swept away in the roiling tide of emotions.
He bent forward again to kiss her, and love and desire surged over them both. She reached up to cradle his head in her hands, and once again, he was hit with her unique scent. The pheromone rush drove their lust into high gear. He rushed to line up his bulging cock with her entrance, slowing a bit at her concern that it might hurt. He pushed in, and suddenly he was getting feedback from pleasure centers he didn’t have. He gasped and pushed further, now understanding her insistently slow motions the previous time. Ram it in, Donnie… do it! her thought came. He couldn’t deny her, though the painful pleasure nearly knocked him out. How did women not die every time they did this?! He pulled back and thrust in again, feeling himself, feeling her, and feeling her feeling him. Together they let out a moan. He moved in and out of her, with the bizarre sensation that he was moving in and out of himself.
He found himself caught in her eyes again, the pleasure lust-lidding them. He could fall forever into those dark eyes; he could see stars, galaxies within them. They were infinite, and yet, he could see himself reflected in them. It made him feel even more like a part of her, and he reveled in it. Something welled deep within him.
She stroked one three-fingered hand over his shoulder. It was, naturally, no surprise for him where that hand was headed; he knew every intention, and his anticipation for her touch only increased. She intuited the very best spot to touch and stroked the sweet spot under his shell, sending thrills through them both, then pinched the tender tissue. It was agony, and it was ecstasy! They emitted the same scream, wracked with wave after wave of pleasure coursing through them. She quivered beneath him. He arched as far as his shell would allow, releasing his massive load into her once more, still being hit with ripples of pleasure from her orgasm. They rested a moment, breathing heavily, but relaxing at last. Both gave a pleasured yelp as he pulled free from her and collapsed back on his shell. Donnie wondered offhand if it was weird to have screamed one’s own name during sex. April’s mirth answered his thought, excusing it for special circumstances. She made a note to clean the sheets for Raph, as they would be left quite wet. Should be sure to thank him for letting us use this place, she mentally mumbled to herself. He reached out to give her a caress through their connection.
Donatello sank into exhaustion, realizing it was the exhaustion of them both combined. He curled up against the back of April’s shell, laying his head against it. He had only intended to rest his eyes for a minute, but the intention to stay awake when fatigued never holds up against the beckoning of sleep, and in a moment, slumber had him.
Donnie woke from a horrible dream which he could no longer remember, and into crushing depression and loneliness. He felt as if he had been beaten, raped, and thrown in a dumpster to die. The single fluorescent light in the subway car was still on, flickering, but Donatello’s feeling was that he’d been thrown into a dark pit, so deep that he had no hope of escaping it. Tears of despair leaked from his eyes… Why? This was so irrational… He looked around; April was still there by his side, curled up asleep inside her shell. He reached out with his mind, and couldn’t find her.
That must have been it; their synergistic connection had broken when they’d fallen asleep. And the despair, then, was the sudden lack of April in his mind. Half of him was missing. He clung desperately to her shell, needing her presence, though he didn’t dare wake her… she would be subjected to the same soon enough.
She eventually woke as well, emerging from her shell with a distraught look. She began weeping almost immediately. “It’s all right, I have you,” he comforted. “I’m right here.”
“Donnie… I feel so lost..” she said morosely. She clung to him as though death was the alternative. “Where are you? I can’t feel you any more!” She started to panic.
He was there to save her. “I’ve got you… we’re okay. Our synergy broke… I think we’re just coming down from it.”
“This isn’t right, I want to die without you with me!” she wailed.
“I’m still with you, sweetheart, right here.” He spun her slightly so they faced each other. He looked her in the eyes, and the painful loneliness eased slightly for both of them. Clutching her to him, he stroked her hair. She threw her arms around his neck, holding him for dear life.
“Splinter…” she said tearfully. “Master Splinter knows about these things… maybe he can help us.”
The rat mutant paced in front of them. “Synergies are very rare occurrences, even with the most highly-trained of ninja,” he explained. “The bond between the souls of those involved must be very firm… in other words, very similar to one another, for the synergy to take place at all. The pair must be engaged with each other on all levels: mentally, spiritually, and physically. Once initially established, it can easily be found again.”
“Well, that explains how we got there,” Donatello reasoned, holding his chin in one finger.
“So how do you sever the connection? Is there a way it’s supposed to be done?” April asked.
Splinter nodded. “Similar to coming out of a meditative state, a synergized pair must go through steps of separation, or else risk the debilitations you describe feeling. It is a slower way of pulling away from each other, as if shutting the doors in both minds that have been opened. The deeper the connection the more time it takes to draw back from it.”
“…and therefore falling asleep while still connected was really dumb. Had we only known…”
“Indeed, Donatello. Though, indeed, it did not occur to me to instruct you in how to leave your synergy. The fault lies with me. Synergies that are disrupted too soon have resulted in one or both participants ending their own lives.” He turned, staring toward the back wall of his study. “They were unable to cope with the loss of the bond.”
“You sound like you knew them personally,” April said sympathetically.
Splinter nodded once in a small motion. “It was many years ago, in Japan. Fujiama Keto, and his wife to be, Hayashibara Setsuko. He was a friend of mine, from the same dojo, and a neighbor. While locked in synergy, something occurred in Setsuko’s brain, a seizure, which tore them out of their synergistic state. They never managed to bond again, and within weeks, Setsuko took her own life. Keto, having lost her, succumbed to his despair soon after. He… allowed himself to starve.”
April and Donatello exchanged looks, leaning into one another from their seated positions on the floor. “Sensei… how terrible!” Donnie whispered.
The two stared at each other, no longing in their eyes this time, but with shock and something akin to horror. “In other words, we should never, ever do that again,” April declared.
“Not necessarily,” Splinter contradicted. “Setsuko and Keto’s fate was simply misfortune. I tell you of it as a cautionary tale. As with any art, synergy can be practiced and perfected. However, it must be done with care, lest injury or worse occur. A strengthened connection might even lead to experiencing full thoughts from one another. Experienced synergists can manage to hold their connection for twenty minutes or longer.”
April blinked back at their sensei. Donatello drew in a startled breath.
“Master, what if… one of the synergists is already sort of… psychic?”
Splinter whirled back around. He read the expression on April’s face thoroughly. “How long were the two of you bonded?”
Donnie calculated. “Well, we started training around one, and the synergy started when we were about half an hour in… It was about 4:30 when we got back, and if we slept for, say, an hour and a half… I’d guess at between an hour and a half and two hours.” Don grinned happily at his assessment, then sobered at Splinter’s stunned expression.
“Two hours!” he gaped. “Never have I heard of—And the depth of the connection?”
“Erm…” Donnie looked upward, blushing.
April reddened as well, twiddling her fingers. “Deep,” she decided.
“Really deep,” Don echoed.
“Very deep.”
“Really very deep.”
The ninja master stared at them, amazed. “Then…” he said at last, “here is what I recommend you do: practice your synergy as a skill. Learn to step into and out of it as you would meditation, spending at least a fourth of the time on pulling back from each other’s mind. Do not spend more time in synergy than twenty minutes or half an hour at a time until you have mastered exiting. And be very careful. Be on alert that your connection will not be broken, and be aware of the withdrawal symptoms. Is that clear?”
“Hai, sensei!” they both repeated (separately), bowing.
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