A/N:
Deja Voodoo is going on, but I wanted to write another brother
ficcy.
This is a chibiturtle ficlet, set in the 2003verse. Donnie
centric. Also, this
might not be my best work but I wanted to get
this idea out for awhile.
Namesake:
By: LOSTrocker
Donnie was very curious of his namesake. He
was very well aware that he and
his brothers were named after
famous artists.
He was starting to ponder if he
himself could be considered a
great artist. After all, he was very good at the
martial arts, why
not another form of art?
So, Don gathered up some art
supplies and a large amount of paper. He decided
he would try to
draw his family. By the end of it, Don came to realize that he
had
no future as
an artist. Leo, Mikey, and Raphie ended up looking like big
green
piles of blobs, and his father looked like a distorted dog.
Frustrated
with his work, or lack of, Donnie threw his drawing
away and started a new
one.
Several minutes later, and
tons of paper later, Donnie had come to terms that
he was not an
artist. He wasn't too happy with
that as
he had
wanted to live up to
his namesake.
Master Splinter could
sense something was wrong with Donnie, so he made his
way over to
him. "What is the matter my son?"
Donnie jumped at
Splinter's sudden appearance. He hated it when his father
did
that. It always took him off guard. Then he remembered that he still
had
half a drawing left on of the floor. He quickly covered it
with his small
green body.
"Nothing!" Donnie lied.
Splinter smiled. "It doesn't look like nothing, let me see. Please?"
Unable to say no to his father, Donnie
lifted himself up from the paper to
reveal his art work. He braced
himself for some heavy criticism.
Master Splinter took the
paper in his hand and studied it. It was very clear
that Donnie
was drawing their family. He found himself in the middle with
his
sons surrounding him. "Is that me?" he asked with a smile.
Donnie blushed and covered his face from embarrassment and
muttered a low
"Yes,"
"And let me see if I can see
if I can pick out my sons here." Master
Splinter announced.
"That's Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, and you."
He
finished.
Donnie removed his hands
from his eyes. "How can you tell daddy?" Donnie
asked, amazed
that his father could point out the right family member from
the
colorful mess.
"Trust me, us fathers know more than
you think." Splinter assured him.
"This is very good."
Donnie shook his head with disagreement. "I don't think
so. It's
nothing
as great to what the real Donatello has done." Donnie then
pointed
to the large stack of books, all focused on his namesake.
Splinter turned and
looked at the pile of books. It
seemed that Donnie had done some
research. "You are still young
my son, you must remember it took Donatello a
long time to master
his gift. One can not gain that ability overnight, just
like your
ninja skills it takes time and practice to mould."
"You think if I practiced everyday, then I could be as good
as him?"
Donnie asked.
"Of course," Splinter made known.
Donnie beamed. He got to work on another picture right
away. While Donnie
went to work, Master Splinter couldn't help
but ask: "Would you mind if I
kept this my son?"
"No,
go right ahead," Donnie assured him. "Don't worry though,
I'm
going to make an even better one!"
As much as he
encouraged his son, Donnie's work might not end up in some
great
museum but Splinter would find a good place for it non the less: on
the
refrigerator.
END