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Got inspired by all of the Separated AUs on Tumblr and Twitter and decided to slowly begin forming one of my own.

Foot Clan Leo has definitely been a favorite of mine. So, I’ve not only worked hard at this art piece I’m actually really happy with but I’ve also written out a little excerpt of my AU down below. I hope you enjoy, lovely viewers!

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The brilliant lights of the buildings and the strange shadows they cast presented a wonderful cover from the sea of people down below. As it was always in the city that never sleeps, the citizens and sightseers talked and occasionally hollered at each other. Horns blared as impatient drivers attempted to make it quicker to their destination. All the while, without fail, the stars hung themselves over the expected chaos as the moon shined overhead. Two figures took advantage of the night’s natural cover to leap rooftop to rooftop in practiced expertise. For them, it was just another typical patrol night on their quest to find the last missing piece of their mission. The last piece that will finally, finally give the respect they deserved from their clan.

Or at least, that was what the Foot Apprentice had told her. Not that she really had any reason to doubt him. He’d been raised among the Foot since he was practically a baby. She had only been among them since she accepted their —his— offered hand during a hard time in her preteen years. Dirty and alone and angry and hungry —so, so hungry.

Shaking her head, she slowed down and came to a halt. The sharp sting of the cold breeze caused her to shiver. She brought up her arms to rub the feeling away. It’d been a long month already and not even the hideaway behind the Foot Shack felt comfortable or safe to be in anymore. Things were beginning to ramp up after years of mild activity. Never in all of her days as coming to be one of them, had she seen such agitation among her two leaders. Though they’ve certainly tried to hide it. She’d even overheard them discussing big names like Baron Draxum, Big Mama, and… the Hamatos. Granted, she had actually already known of the last one. As she and Apprentice had recently been in talk about the enemy clan with Lieutenant and Brute. As it was them who had the final piece to reawaken their long absent Master.

“Hey, it looks like I lost you there, Recruit.” She turned her head to watch as Apprentice did an impressive flip onto the roof and cockily approached her with an easy grin. However, she could see the thin crease of dark material between his brow ridges and the slight tenseness to his shoulders that read the true concern. It was a high honor to be personally chosen by the direct lineage of the great Master Shredder as a confidant. To be allowed close enough to learn more and be trusted behind his carefully crafted persona. It no longer even seemed strange to her that he was a yokai turtle. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Ugh…” She rolled her eyes and plopped down as close to the edge of the building as she dared. She swung a leg over the side and kept the other firmly tucked beneath her. The life of the city continued its pace below her watchful eye. “Just… overwhelmed, I guess. It almost seems surreal that we’re almost there, you know? That we’re actually getting things done. It’s— I can just feel that something is different. That people are just waiting for whatever it is.”

He hummed and his leg brushed against her upturned elbow as he struck a pose. The overconfident dork.

“Well, my dear, Recruit. Never fear! For the Apprentice is here.” He let out a chuckle. His sharp eyes never once letting off their surroundings, despite his faux nonchalance. “And remember that we’ve gotten this far in due to us. The Clan is practically helpless without our epic skills! Our fearless leaders would be crying their big boy pants if we weren’t there to help the ol’ geezers along with their walkers.”

Recruit snorted at the imagery, rolling her eyes before focusing in on the flash of a very familiar shade of pesky orange from the the corner of her eye.

THERE! Here eyes zeroed in on that dreaded masked yokai calmly walking among the New York nightlife, in nothing more than an oversized hoodie. An obnoxious orange, no less. The fool really needed to work on his disguise skills. For once, the box turtle didn’t seem to be there to interrupt or destroy their hard work. In fact, he hadn’t yet seemed to realize they were even there.

Now, where was the other half of his hero duo… Like clockwork Orange was being shadowed by the Yellow, Chaos Incarnate, herself.

Slowly raising an eyebrow, Recruit wondered what exactly they were up to. With a sharp elbow jab and the yelp behind her that indicated she had successfully reached her target, she directed her superior’s attention to the loathsome two. Any hurt feeling we’re swept away as they decided to rest their tiresome search to, instead, follow their long-time nemesis’. Even more strange was the fact that they were simply walking on the ground level as opposed to leaping the rooftops as they were typically known to do.

The duo separated at what looked to be an apartments building. Yellow’s home perhaps?

Apprentice split from her side, having decided to follow Orange and she, herself, debated on whether to stay put or risk a closer look at what Yellow was up to. Turns out she didn’t have to decide as she saw Yellow pop back into her line of vision onto the building’s roof, from the door leading to the stairwell. Again, she wondered why she didn’t just use the fire escape. It seemed more simple and, even better, less annoying normal people.

Yellow approached the rooftop’s pool, pulling out her phone. Huh.

It was ten minutes later when the adrenaline-inducing *ker-shnk* of Orange’s notable grapple hook latched onto something high over Yellow’s location and he zipped through the air in a blur of green and orange. The crazy box turtle let go of the rope at the peak of his arch and tucked into a rather impressive display of acrobatics before diving into the water with a huge splash. Recruit blinked.

Were they… practicing their cannonballs?!

Only the slightest shift from behind alerted her that the Apprentice had returned.

“Wow, I’ll give him an A for effort but everything else? Yeesh, kid needs to do some work on that. A little wobbly on the aerial stunts.” He let out a grunt as he stretched his arms, before resting them behind his head. His half-lidded gaze turned to her. “So… what do you say we crash a pool party?”

To say that the grin growing onto her face looked even the slightest bit sane, would be a lie. In fact, what she was feeling was downright feral. “YES!”

Description
Got inspired by all of the Separated AUs on Tumblr and Twitter and decided to slowly begin forming one of my own.

Foot Clan Leo has definitely been a favorite of mine. So, I’ve not only worked hard at this art piece I’m actually really happy with but I’ve also written out a little excerpt of my AU down below. I hope you enjoy, lovely viewers!

———
The brilliant lights of the buildings and the strange shadows they cast presented a wonderful cover from the sea of people down below. As it was always in the city that never sleeps, the citizens and sightseers talked and occasionally hollered at each other. Horns blared as impatient drivers attempted to make it quicker to their destination. All the while, without fail, the stars hung themselves over the expected chaos as the moon shined overhead. Two figures took advantage of the night’s natural cover to leap rooftop to rooftop in practiced expertise. For them, it was just another typical patrol night on their quest to find the last missing piece of their mission. The last piece that will finally, finally give the respect they deserved from their clan.

Or at least, that was what the Foot Apprentice had told her. Not that she really had any reason to doubt him. He’d been raised among the Foot since he was practically a baby. She had only been among them since she accepted their —his— offered hand during a hard time in her preteen years. Dirty and alone and angry and hungry —so, so hungry.

Shaking her head, she slowed down and came to a halt. The sharp sting of the cold breeze caused her to shiver. She brought up her arms to rub the feeling away. It’d been a long month already and not even the hideaway behind the Foot Shack felt comfortable or safe to be in anymore. Things were beginning to ramp up after years of mild activity. Never in all of her days as coming to be one of them, had she seen such agitation among her two leaders. Though they’ve certainly tried to hide it. She’d even overheard them discussing big names like Baron Draxum, Big Mama, and… the Hamatos. Granted, she had actually already known of the last one. As she and Apprentice had recently been in talk about the enemy clan with Lieutenant and Brute. As it was them who had the final piece to reawaken their long absent Master.

“Hey, it looks like I lost you there, Recruit.” She turned her head to watch as Apprentice did an impressive flip onto the roof and cockily approached her with an easy grin. However, she could see the thin crease of dark material between his brow ridges and the slight tenseness to his shoulders that read the true concern. It was a high honor to be personally chosen by the direct lineage of the great Master Shredder as a confidant. To be allowed close enough to learn more and be trusted behind his carefully crafted persona. It no longer even seemed strange to her that he was a yokai turtle. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Ugh…” She rolled her eyes and plopped down as close to the edge of the building as she dared. She swung a leg over the side and kept the other firmly tucked beneath her. The life of the city continued its pace below her watchful eye. “Just… overwhelmed, I guess. It almost seems surreal that we’re almost there, you know? That we’re actually getting things done. It’s— I can just feel that something is different. That people are just waiting for whatever it is.”

He hummed and his leg brushed against her upturned elbow as he struck a pose. The overconfident dork.

“Well, my dear, Recruit. Never fear! For the Apprentice is here.” He let out a chuckle. His sharp eyes never once letting off their surroundings, despite his faux nonchalance. “And remember that we’ve gotten this far in due to us. The Clan is practically helpless without our epic skills! Our fearless leaders would be crying their big boy pants if we weren’t there to help the ol’ geezers along with their walkers.”

Recruit snorted at the imagery, rolling her eyes before focusing in on the flash of a very familiar shade of pesky orange from the the corner of her eye.

THERE! Here eyes zeroed in on that dreaded masked yokai calmly walking among the New York nightlife, in nothing more than an oversized hoodie. An obnoxious orange, no less. The fool really needed to work on his disguise skills. For once, the box turtle didn’t seem to be there to interrupt or destroy their hard work. In fact, he hadn’t yet seemed to realize they were even there.

Now, where was the other half of his hero duo… Like clockwork Orange was being shadowed by the Yellow, Chaos Incarnate, herself.

Slowly raising an eyebrow, Recruit wondered what exactly they were up to. With a sharp elbow jab and the yelp behind her that indicated she had successfully reached her target, she directed her superior’s attention to the loathsome two. Any hurt feeling we’re swept away as they decided to rest their tiresome search to, instead, follow their long-time nemesis’. Even more strange was the fact that they were simply walking on the ground level as opposed to leaping the rooftops as they were typically known to do.

The duo separated at what looked to be an apartments building. Yellow’s home perhaps?

Apprentice split from her side, having decided to follow Orange and she, herself, debated on whether to stay put or risk a closer look at what Yellow was up to. Turns out she didn’t have to decide as she saw Yellow pop back into her line of vision onto the building’s roof, from the door leading to the stairwell. Again, she wondered why she didn’t just use the fire escape. It seemed more simple and, even better, less annoying normal people.

Yellow approached the rooftop’s pool, pulling out her phone. Huh.

It was ten minutes later when the adrenaline-inducing *ker-shnk* of Orange’s notable grapple hook latched onto something high over Yellow’s location and he zipped through the air in a blur of green and orange. The crazy box turtle let go of the rope at the peak of his arch and tucked into a rather impressive display of acrobatics before diving into the water with a huge splash. Recruit blinked.

Were they… practicing their cannonballs?!

Only the slightest shift from behind alerted her that the Apprentice had returned.

“Wow, I’ll give him an A for effort but everything else? Yeesh, kid needs to do some work on that. A little wobbly on the aerial stunts.” He let out a grunt as he stretched his arms, before resting them behind his head. His half-lidded gaze turned to her. “So… what do you say we crash a pool party?”

To say that the grin growing onto her face looked even the slightest bit sane, would be a lie. In fact, what she was feeling was downright feral. “YES!”