TMNT: One Small Turtle: Grey and Orange

This is part of my AU fic
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When they first found Michelangelo after fighting the Kraang Splinter placed the small turtle’s age around seven months. It had been nine months, he was about a year and half old now. The three older turtles all took turns teaching Mikey. Today’s lesson was taught by Donnie, the topic? Colors.

Mikey sat cross legged across from his brother doing his best to sit straight up the way Leo taught him. Donnie held up the first flash card, “what color is this?” Donnie asked.

Mikey scrunched up his face, “Waphie,” he said.

“No Mikey, what color is it?” Donnie repeated.

“Whaphie!”

“Mikey what color does Raph wear?”

“Wed,”

“Red,”

“Wed,”

“R-ed,” Donnie said placing emphasis on the letter R.

“Wa-r-ed?”

“Better,” Donnie said smiling.

“How about this color?”

“Lee-o,” Mikey said drawing out the letter E.

“Mikey,” Donnie said firmly.

Mikey crossed his little arms and pouted, “broo.”

“Blue,” Donnie said sounding it out

“Ba-la-roo.”

“You’re getting there. How about this color?”

“Lello.”

“Yellow,” Donnie corrected.

“Lello,” Mikey said with confidence.

Donnie pinched at his nose, and he sighed, “Mikey try again, and no playing games.”

“Yell-o,” he sounded out his word. Donnie sighed, this went on for the rest of the colors,

“Try this color,” Donnie said stressing the work.

“Donnie!” Mikey said pointing to his brother.

“Purple,” Donnie said.

“Pwerple.”

Donnie did is best to correct his brother, but in the end he decided purple was too hard for his little brother to say, “any questions?” Donnie asked.

“Ca-wer,” Mikey said pointing to the ground.

“Grey. Well grey is more a shade and not color, it’s colorless” Donnie said.

Mikey tilted his head to one side the he started to cry.

“Uh, Mikey’s wrong?” Donnie said panicking.

“Mikey grey!” he wailed.  

“Mikey...uh,” Donnie did not know how to follow that up.

“Mikey grey!” he cried again.

“Why?” Donnie asked.

“Lee-o broo. Waphie wed. Donnie pwerple.”

“Mikey, you’re not grey,” Donnie said gently pulling is brother into his lap.

“Grey no color,” he whimpered pulling Donnie’s mask into his mouth.

“You mean a mask?” Donnie asked pulling his mask from his brother’s mouth. Mikey nodded.

“Is everything okay Donatello?” Splinter said entering the dojo.

“Mikey grey,” the small turtle responded.

“What do you mean Michelangelo? You are green, my son.” Splinter said.

“Lee-o broo. Waphie wed. Donnie pwerple,” Mikey told his father.

Splinter smiled, “would you like your own color my son?” Splinter asked. Mikey nodded, “You stay here with Donatello I will be right back. Donatello could you please get Leonardo and Raphael as well?” Splinter walked into his room.

Leo and Raph joined them in the dojo. Splinter walked out of his room and into the dojo. Donnie was trying to pull his mask tails from Mikey’s mouth. “You ready Michelangelo?” Splinter said picking up his son.

“Mikey no grey!” he said clapping hands together.

Splinter set Michelangelo down facing his brothers and then he knelt down behind him. He reached into the pocket of his kimono and pulled out a mask out and showed his son, “can you tell me what color this is?”

“Owange,” Mikey said smiling.

“Very good my son,” Splinter said placing the mask over his son’s head and tying it in place.

“Now Mikey, you are orange,” Donnie said smiling.