April fought with all her might to stay in the den that night, even though she had an important exam the next day.

"The exam is not as important as meeting Angelo's brother" she defended herself every time one of the brothers or the sensei himself sent her home "I can say that I am sick and I will do it later" she continued arguing even though she was barely maintaining open eyes

And don't get her wrong, she loved all her turtle friends and became extremely fond of Lou, well Angelo, as she got to know him, coming to consider him an older brother where the other turtles were chaotic younger brothers. And now she had the chance to meet Angelo's older brother.

The fact that he was so damn attractive had nothing to do with it.
Jones was in the same boat, Raphael told him, in broad strokes, what the older Donatello did against three groups of enemies, how he was fast, lethal and accurate in each attack and how, in the last one, he surrendered, with total naturalness, a weapon with which to finish off what was left. It's true that he wasn't lethal, but that didn't take away from his genius.

I had to meet him.

The oldest Mikey, who everyone agreed to call Angelo, did not leave his brother's side and that was very understandable. The others, exhausted as they were, enjoyed in silence the soup that the eldest prepared and glanced at each other, Donatello upset that his two brothers had hidden things from him, Leonardo divided between the pride of having discovered something before his genius brother. and the concern for the sinister smile that Raphael gave to Casey and the older Donatello, a smile that did not bode well, Raphael taking too much pleasure in Leo's paranoia, in Donnie's confusion and annoyance although both things disappeared when the resident genius looked with deep admiration for his older counterpart. Even to the detriment of the girl he "liked" who was ignored without consideration by his staunchest admirer.

— Less than a week since I woke up in this simple place and I couldn't believe how much I missed your food, Angelo — a large three-fingered hand pats his little brother on the head a couple of times and he squeaks happily at the gesture. , which attracts the attention of everyone present. Although Angelo made some animal sounds before, they were always growls or hisses, but nothing that expressed happiness on that level. The surprise was greater when the oldest answered with a purr that filled the hearts of the young mutants with a curious warmth.

— Angelo has been with us for a little over a week, it seems like there wasn't much time between him showing up and you showing up — the oldest of the resident brothers rationalizes, leaving his empty plate on the side of the improvised table — What were you doing during that time? This weather? — although the question came from genuine curiosity, the rest of the brothers and their human friends couldn't help but groan at the idea of questioning the older and, most likely, dangerous mutant.

— Everything necessary that has to be done in a situation like mine... Leo — the look that the older purple gave to the young turtle dressed in blue was cold and devoid of any emotion — watch, look for resources, put together a shelter and plotting the enemy's position — it did not go unnoticed by the younger ones as the older Mikey clings tighter, if possible, to his brother's arm. They assumed that the elder Donatello's speech brought back reminiscences of life in the apocalypse, the paranoia, the constant fear, having to protect himself to protect those in his care. Analyze, discover, trace, measure... despite the time in which Leonardo and his brothers have fought in the name of the security of the city in which they live, they have never had to face the blind fear of being ambushed by beings they You cannot defeat, be one step away from making the slightest mistake that ends all the hope in the world. They don't have that weight, but they can imagine it seeing the fabric wrinkle under the fingers of the mutant with whom they have lived for a while and who, despite everything, has not stopped feeling that fear.

— Hey Donnie — young Mikey speaks, touching the arm of his immediate older brother to emphasize that he is the one he is talking to — What happened in the warehouse? - he asks and everyone immediately turns their head towards them - I couldn't make you come to your senses... - there is deep concern in the voice of the youngest of the group and that makes everyone's hearts feel heavy with the same worry. The older Donatello looks at his little brother with a raised eyebrow, which makes Angelo realize that Don hasn't lost the habit of drawing her despite the strangeness of the situation, and Angelo nods in understanding of the silent question. Yes, young Mikey was the one who was emanating that emotion and infecting everyone with it, despite the training that Angelo has subjected him to to control that side of his ability, it was not difficult to guess the reason for his lack of control. The thought that something bad could be happening to his older brother directly from him would make him forget any training and precautions regarding his newly acquired abilities.

— I... I don't know — the youngest genius keeps his eyes fixed on his hands and moves his fingers opening and closing his fist — when I touched that device a large amount of information went straight into my head. How it worked, how it was made, its materials, its programming... everything in graphics and plans in front of my eyes and I couldn't hear or feel anything else... it was strange but at the same time so interesting

— Technopathy is very interesting, I never thought I would meet a technopath — the deep voice of the older purple interrupts his younger counterpart.

— Techno... What? — Donnie looks at his family and the elders confused — that is impossible, it is something that does not exist, it is not science, it would be... magic

— Or mystics — the adult scientist responds — and from your reaction I would say that you did not possess that ability before tonight — he questions the minor — and Michelangelo's lack of control also tells me that he does not have much experience with his own abilities... Is there any relationship with our unexpected resurrection, dear Angelo?
All eyes are now on the youngest of the adults and he begins to hide his head in his shell, overwhelmed by the attention and questions.

— Well... it may or may not be that unlocking the mystical core of this universe has also unlocked the mystical abilities latent in this alternative version of the Hamato family... — explains the mystical warrior with a guilty smile and using the famous puppy gaze that saved him from several things in his youth.

— It didn't occur to you to think that, I don't know, it wasn't a good idea — the older purple squeezes Angelo's cheeks tightly while scolding him — surely you didn't measure risks or take precautions — the younger of the two tried to defend himself but the hands of His brother, massaging his cheeks, prevented him from doing so - I shouldn't have left you alone with Leo, he was always a bad influence on you - the oldest finishes saying and lets go and then quickly takes out a device from one of the pockets of the pants he was wearing and throws it straight into the hands of Donatello.

The moment he received the artifact, something similar to a bright purple communicator, the young genius rolled his eyes and started muttering things so fast that no one could understand what he was saying. Mikey moved to try to reach his brother like he did in the warehouse, but before he could do anything, the older Donatello took the device out of the young man's hands and he suddenly came to, although obviously confused.

"As I said, a technopath," he comments as if nothing had happened, "someone who is able to communicate with technology, understand it and replicate it by just touching it, an enviable ability, if I may say so," he proceeds to explain when he notices the questioning look of all the people. present — welcome to the fascinating world of the techno-mystical — he adds, moving his hand and creating a purple energy rocket that floats above their heads.

— But... I... I had never heard of something like this — says the young Donatello, observing the perfect shape of the floating weapon — I didn't even know that something like this could be possible — he understands perfectly what the older man has said, after taking the artifact that he Lanza knows everything he needs to know about how it works, its materials, the plans are recorded in his memory and, if he had access to the same materials, he could replicate it without problems.

—Considering that your universe did not have access to the mystics before my little brother, here, decided to change that...

— It was not one hundred percent intentional — the aforementioned complains, puffing out his cheeks and crossing his arms — I was in the middle of a meditation when the mystical core contacted me — he explains — I suppose there is a reason for that, I just don't know it yet. I am clear - the way of speaking, of defending himself and of looking at his older brother was so different from the serious and solemn tortoise that had been only the day before that everyone present, except the eldest Don, looked at him open-mouthed. If Angelo had behaved like this from the beginning Donnie had not been so mistaken and had not convinced his older brothers that he was a serious older Leonardo, the younger brother energy he showed at that moment would have left no doubt about his identity — I could try to contact the core again although the last time was a bit... disastrous.

"No way," Raph exclaims. "A couple of days ago we finished repairing all the cracks left by your last meditation," the one in red complains. "If you break something again, you'll fix it." He ends up frowning to make his point clear. spot.

"Interesting," adult Donnie murmurs, "I don't remember the last time you had a mystical loss of control." He directs his two-colored gaze at his little brother and gives him a sinister smile. "As soon as I set up a suitable laboratory, I will give you an exhaustive examination to determine why." why your mystics behaved like that - the tremor that ran through the youngest's body was evident to everyone and Leo covered his mouth with a hand to hide the giggle that escaped him, apparently Donnie's rejection of Donnie's medical procedures. Michelangelo was something universal.

— Oh no, I won't go through all this again, once in a lifetime is more than enough — the older orange tree moves away from his brother and takes advantage of a gap between April and Casey to slip away from his position at the improvised table — I don't mind. you will catch alive.

Less than a second later the older purple stands up and, raising one arm, summons a wide variety of weapons aimed at his younger brother.

— You don't have to be alive to take the exam — Angelo screams and runs away from the table while the younger ones also escape, scattering around the main room of the lair before Donatello fires his mystical weapons.

The younger Donnie stands in front of April to protect her from the attack while Leo throws himself on top of Mikey, covering his head with his hands. What it is Raphael and Casey both look with bright eyes and a huge smile on their faces at the fantastic weaponry that the purple elder summoned.

From the dojo, Master Splinter emerges attracted by the noise and screams, encountering the older Mikey who avoids him by floating above his head and hiding behind him.

— Well done abnormally tall rat man — says Purple pointing his weapons towards where the oldest is — hold my brother while I take care of him — the sensei moves his ears and looks at his children confused.

— Yoshi San, help — he hears the young man on his back begging but he can't respond before he hears a shot, barely being able to dodge an energy net directed towards him and that trapped the older orange man against the wall, leaving him stunned. .

—That was fantastic! — Raphael exclaims excitedly while the part of him Leonardo screams — That was unnecessarily dangerous! — Donnie helps April upright while Mikey, free from the weight of his older brother on top of him, approaches his older counterpart hanging, unconscious, on the wall.

— I like the reaction of the little red one more over there — Tello responds indifferently, ignoring the annoyed snort with which the aforementioned responded to the mention of his size — although I am very grateful to you, Azul, for welcoming my little brother into your home - Adds the oldest, sitting back down in the place he was and directing a soft look at his brother who was beginning to wake up still trapped in the net - I know that it has always been difficult for Angelo to be alone and, if things turned out the way I think they did , it must have been even more difficult for him - a dense silence fell in the room - I don't know how much time has passed since my death until this moment but I imagine that being alone with Leonardo fighting a war that we had already almost lost, Defending the few free zones we had left must have been very exhausting. I just hope my little brother's death wasn't as traumatic as mine was.

A collective gasp made the older man raise an eyebrow in confusion.

—Ángelo hasn't told you how he died, has he? - Donatello asked, taking a fried potato from the plate they shared at the table - Didn't you know that my little brother rose from the dead? He—he asks again once no one answers.

"He... didn't tell us anything about his death," Leo says in a low voice. "We assumed that he was only transported here with his strange powers and..." the young man in blue looked at his family and could distinguish the same expression of regret in all of them.

—It's a theory but... I remember dying, in a not very pleasant way, it must be said, and then waking up in this opaque version of New York. If it's a constant then the only way Angie got here is if she died there - even though everything in the older genius's posture indicated indifference and coldness Leo thought he noticed a hint of sadness and pain in the way she the oldest was talking about his brother, a look at Mikey's expressive face confirmed it. His little brother could feel the older purple's true emotions — how and why my stupid twin didn't protect him is something I plan to find out.

— Are you and Leonardo twins? — Donnie asks interested, he already had his notebook full of incomprehensible scribbles that were surely a long list of questions and theories that the presence of the older scientist brought to the young man's tireless head.

— Genetically no, impossible considering that we are of different races, Nardo is a red-eared slider while I am a prickly soft shell — the oldest answers the question — affectionately yes, over the years I had to give in to his insistence, although, In my defense, it was a very delicate situation we had at that time.

The younger purple's hand flew over the paper, writing down everything the older one said. Raphael and Casey looked at each other and laughed, looking at the enthusiasm that the genius turtle showed, even leaving his beloved aside. April just walked her gaze between the two purple mutants, noticing the similarities and the very obvious differences; She had to admit that she found the older man very attractive, in a curious way since she was human and he was a mutant, something in his posture, his movements and his shape in general was undeniably attractive, she imagined that if he were human he would avert his gaze from both women. like men, he noticed how Casey didn't take his eyes off him when the older man took off the jacket he was wearing and revealed his strong arms, but now the first impression passed and some of the charm was overshadowed by his propensity to the violence and the mad scientist air that emanated in waves from the older Donatello. So his heart put the newcomer in a distant family position from his turtle brothers.

While that wouldn't stop her eyes from feasting on the sight of the mutant's body, she wasn't blind either. May her little brothers forgive her for giving in to her temptation.

At some point Leonardo and Master Splinter had retired to the kitchen looking for some peace, the young man boiled water and served tea for both of them. As he sat in front of his teacher, the young man let out an exhausted sigh.

"I miss those times two weeks ago when everything was calm," he says and takes a sip of his drink, seeking peace in the liquid.

— I agree with you, Leonardo — the adult responds, keeping his hands wrapped around the cup and letting the heat of the ceramic transfer to his old bones — but I also feel grateful that Michelangelo has reunited with his brother. The pain of losing him was a bleeding wound in our guest's heart. I'm just worried that Donatello's appearance is an indication that a danger so great is approaching that we need the support of two formidable and powerful warriors like them.

Leonardo remains silent, he felt his spirit restless since the older Mikey told his story, after having seen him fighting and massacring the krang army he wondered how big the threat was that decimated his world and if there was a possibility of a danger. similar stalked them. Knowing that his teacher had the same feeling only increased his anxiety.

— My son — the solemn voice of the eldest took him out of the spiral of his thoughts — I know that your spirit is fearful and that the future seems uncertain and dangerous but trust in our family, your current brothers and those who come from the future, united We can face anything. Fate has put two warriors at our side why we must ensure a victory. I don't quite understand this mystical powers that both boys possess but I trust that they will know how to guide your little brother to be able to use his abilities and...

— Two little brothers — Leonardo sighs, drawing his teacher's attention — Donnie also awakened some kind of strange mystical power and... I'm scared — he couldn't admit it openly when Mikey began to show new abilities, perhaps Lou gave him confidence when she offered to teach him his little brother to control his powers but the new Donatello... if he was honest, his younger brother was already a kind of mad scientist barely controlled by his family and the difficult situation they were in to get the materials with which he could still make things. more dangerous but the older purple had no restraint, he had taken what he required without caring about the risks or who he robbed, he put together a mini arsenal in a short time and used it without fear against three enemy groups, not to mention that he hit Raphael, of all those present, a grenade launcher without hesitation. He didn't want his sweet little scientist brother to be trained by Angelo's manic older brother — Donatello appears to be dangerous...

— I don't think that one of Angelo's brothers is evil — the Japanese responds — and he is an adult version of our own Donatello, I know that both of them can get carried away by their desire for knowledge but they have their hearts in the right place. They both died defending the world and its people, Donatello used his ingenuity to make the lives of those poor people more bearable, he made an effort to help as much as possible. Someone evil wouldn't do that, your little brother wouldn't do that — Leo hesitated for a second but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt in the meantime.

— Even so, I will impose limits, Donnie is already sleepless enough to let him act