TMNT Hiding Horror (Season 4)

The Day

It was eight twenty-three am, and Takashi was just walking the streets with his cloak covering his body, looking for some cloths to wear.

Takashi looked at an alley and saw a cloths line with cloths this time.

He walked quietly over, looking for sizes that were close enough to fight him.

Black, seriously, why do I only find black cloths. No white.

He grabbed as much closed as he could, looked around and saw a basket full of needle and thread.

Takashi grabbed it, put his cloths in, and started walking in the detection of the abandon building, but something stopped him. A little boy tripped and was falling. Takashi dropped the basket and caught the boy.

The boy opened his eyes in surprise that he didn't hit the ground.

Takashi put the boy on his feet and relest his arms off of his waist.

Takashi looked at the boy, seeing that he had no hair, had brown raggs for cloths and a rope holding them up, his tan skin was dark, but his eyes were red-brown like his and this made Takashi care even more for the boy.

"Man anti?" translation: Who are you?

Takashi did a small smile at the boy.

"Ana Takashi." translation: I am Takashi.

"Ana Abd al-aziz." translation: I am Abd al-aziz (servent of the powerful is what the name means.)

Takashi frowned.

Why would somebody name their child that?

"Half anta bikhair?" translation: Are you okay?

The boy noded.

"Shukran jazīlan." translation: Thank you.

Then he ran off.

"Al'afw." translation: (it just something that you reply to a thank you in Arabic.)

Takashi said this to himself, having the boys eyes carved into his head.

He reminds me of my old self. Young and loved adventure.

Then Takashi picked up his basket and continued his direction to the building.

But that's not me anymore, I'm running.

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Takashi set the basket down and sat down in front of the basket.

Let's get to work.

Takashi grabbed, ripped sewed then repeated, measuring himself and sewed calmly, but brought a memory back to his head.