It was different, yet familiar.
 
Swift as the wind, they leaped towards their building. Landing with hardly a sound, the symbiote gripped the wall.

They climbed into the shadows, the symbiote clad body blending with its surroundings.

It was not Splinter's intention to move so far ahead from the group. Yet Kyousei had his body moved as swiftly as he did in his prime of his youth.

When he was...different then.

The screeching of tires alerted the arrival of the goons. They spied, observing henchmen and Foot Clan loading and offloading canisters of obsidian reflective goo to and fro. But they were more than alien slime. It was Kyousei's kin.

Their bond revealed more in-depth horrors than when the turtles first busted the heist. Stolen from a far away land, experimented, corrupted, and made to fight. Splinter could his tail shake, more spikes shooting from his arms, mouth starting to flow with saliva, tongue about to grow.

"Kyousei. Calm yourself." Splinter said mentally to his partner.

"Kin...taken...stolen...must...fight...rescue...ki.."

"No! We will wait for the others." Splinter could not blame the symbiote's frustration. Even as his features calm, he can feel the second skin ripple along his skin. Anxious, eagerness, scared, and nervous. All things Splinter knew all too well before a mission. "Spy first, strike later. Strike together."

"Will...do...Sensei..."

Splinter could feel the sickle and chain manifest within his hand and katana on his back. He could hear the footsteps of his sons and comrades in the distance. The symbiote began to cover his face.

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I will eventually write a full story about this but this will do for now. And probably think of their name.

Wonderfully drawn by  Blackbear

Link to their artist's here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60450953/

Masked version: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60467920/