Little Turtle
At the age of 11, Luigi started losing his eyesight and became blind within one year.
Luigi is 24 now and lives with his twin brother Mario.
On his way home from university, Luigi reached their backyard and stopped in his tracks as he heard Mario... 'cursing'?
"Mario, are you alright?!" the younger twin shouted, ready to open the gate, as he stopped.
"Lu, you're home already? Wait, wait, wait, don't come in! There is a huge animal somewhere!" Mario sounded nervous.
Luigi paused. "A huge animal?"
"Y-yeah! Maybe you'd better take another walk until I get everything under control!"
That was weird, Luigi thought, but okay. He could come back later... at that, he closed the fence, ready to head anywhere else but stopped in his tracks, when he felt a warm breeze at the back of his head and neck...
Luigi's hands shook ever so slightly. This was no breeze. Someone or something stood behind him, breathing in his neck.
"H-hey." the young man started. "A-Are you the one m-my brother is talking about?" He turned around, slowly, his knees shaking like jelly.
"Do you mind if I take a look of you? ...I mean not look - look, I obviously can't see you, but I mean -" he held up his hands. "I can 'look' at you with my hands... if that's alright with you, that is..."
A short silence, then a snuffle can be heard, and for Luigi, it feels like permission. The young man smiled and reached out.
Something warm and soft brushed against his fingertips, and he gasped.
"Ah. There you are."
('How to train you Koopa King' lol)
Mario was searching for anything he could use as a weapon... how could this be?!
He was cleaning the living room - what he hated, but was forced to do since he lived with his blind brother.
The last time Mario decided to clean the floor 'later' , Luigi almost broke his arm.
Inside their home, Lu was swift on his feet. He knew where everything was, knew how many steps between every single piece of furniture were. And that day, he walked fast as always and fell hard over a box Mario left there on the floor. Thank the stars nothing worse happened, but Lu was forced to wear a cast for weeks nonetheless.
While cleaning, Mario took a look out of the window, and there he saw it.
A giant... Teenage... Mutant... Ninja... Turtle... thingy in the middle of their small piece of lawn. Mario freaked out and ran into the kitchen - looking for a knife or anything else he could use, while having his cellphone tugged between ear and shoulder.
The line beeping...
Mario cursed.
Then... did he just hear Luigis' voice?!! From the backyard???!!!
He had to get him away from there! So he yells at him to take another walk.
The line is still beeping....
Mario grabbed the knife and ran back into the living room. Taking another look at the garden, he panicked when he saw his baby-bro in the claws of this THING! Fighting for... his life? .... squishing the face of this... creature... thing...
Mario burst out of the door, screaming in horror.
"LU!!! NO!!!!!"
Luigi carefully touched the face in front of him. It was not human, that he could say at first touch. It was huge. Soft. He couldn't stop himself, and he squished the huge muzzle. The creature didn't flinch. Then he heard his brother behind him, screaming in horror.
"It's fine, Mario! He's nice. And I'm almost done here! Luigi stroked over the big creatures nose and felt something... smoll and even softer than the rest of the face... A scar?
"Ah!" Luigis face lit up. Could it be? After all these years... how! Why?
"Is that YOU, my little Turtle?!"
"'Little Turtle'?" Mario asked, dumbfounded.
And the line was still beeping...
Luigi turned the direction he thought Mario to be. He beamed.
"I told you about him! Don't you remember? Back when I fell down the street drain!"
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Luigi was 12 and just lost his eyesight completely. He had a very hard time and ran from home after an argument with his parents. Of course, he got lost immediately. The rain was pouring, and he fell down a barely secured street drain.
Down there, he crouched against the wall, trying to ignore the pain in his head from his fall, crying his eyes out. The other moment, Luigi heard another sound... whining?
The boy held his breath, trying to listen over the loud splashing water. Again.
"Hello?" Luigi crawled in the direction of the sound. "Do you need help? Are you lost too?" The next thing he felt was something hard. A... shell? A Turtle? "Are you hurt?" Luigi pet it carefully, searching for anything that might feel like injuries. He felt the animal shiver and whine under his fingers. "Don't worry, my little Turtle. I'll take care of you." There was a deep scratch close to the 'nose' and an open wound on its leg. The boy took off his scarf and tied it around the wound, then he took the animal on his lap. Under his hand, he felt... horns? And... hair??? Also, the little 'Turtle' was bigger than expected... odd.
Luigi talked to the little creature for hours, rocking them both until they fell asleep.
Hours later, Luigi was found by some workers. He must have slept for some time now, and when he woke, the turtle was gone...
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"I told you about him back then!" Luigi explained.
Mario looked at him in disbelief. "Mum and Dad always said you hit your head down there! Or you were too old for an imaginary friend... HOW do you know it's him?"
At that, Luigi went silent. "I just know it..." Then the younger twin felt something tug his hand...
Mario gasped loudly. The giant 'turtle' opened Luigi's hand and laid something inside.
Luigi felt some sort of cloth.
"Lu!" Mario shouted, excited. "That's it! That's the scarf you lost back then!"
Someone picked up the phone...
"Animal Control. What can I do for you?"
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