Angelo emerged from the bathroom cleaner and more relaxed than he had been in the last two years. Since the death of his older brother Donatello, things were never easy, everything was missing, everything failed and it didn't take long for the Krang to find them, destroying the base where they had been the longest and best.
A shiver ran down his spine, the feeling of eyes fixed on him was very strong. He tried to ignore her knowing that he was one of the children, probably Raphael, who was watching him.
Not that it bothered him, the protective brother syndrome was strong in those dressed in red apparently, but he also didn't want to make the Donnie of this place wait any longer; Even though he wasn't his brother in purple, he still respected him.
— Stop there — well, the boy was quite direct, not like his older brother who always approached slowly and respectfully. It was curious to think that this attitude did not change even with the apocalypse upon us.
He turned to face the one in red and for a second he was tempted to look up, he had grown a lot in the twenty-odd years of war but his older brother was three times his size. This Raphael was so different.
"Your brother is waiting for me," he told her softly. "I wouldn't want to be late," he adds with a smile that, he hopes, is conciliatory; because of the frown on the other's face it is not.
— I don't want you to get any closer to any of my brothers — little Raphael stands in front of him with a threatening look — you already ate, you already bathed, it's time for you to go — the youngest puts a finger on the plastron of Angelo and pushes him although his strength is not enough to make the older man move from his position - I don't care if my little brother is disappointed for not being able to investigate you, I prefer to see you far from here - in any other circumstance Angelo would have been upset with the aggressive attitude of the youngest, the supreme pizza from heaven knew that they had encountered people like this during the many years of transporting survivors from one place to another and not all of them were in the plan to accept orders from a group of mutants, and he would have simply turned off the fire of his attacker with a simple display of his mystical powers, he did it several times when some hothead wanted to be clever with one of his older brothers, but this time he abstained, he understood where the young man's anger came from, just as that his dear brother, this boy hid his fear behind an aggressive attitude, Raphael was a threat in him, a stranger in his house with a hidden past and a half-told story, even he himself would distrust someone like that.
"I know that my word shouldn't mean anything to you," he says in a more serious tone than the conciliatory one he tried moments ago, "but I can swear on the honor of my family that I have no bad intentions toward you." tone sounds sincere - I didn't lie when I said that I don't know why I'm here or the fact that, for now, I have nowhere to go - he sighs tiredly - I don't intend to stay with you beyond the time necessary to get some answer and to be able to organize my life from now on - he feels a painful tightness in his chest when he thinks about the future he could have in this strange world, he is alone, without his family, without anyone he knows, not even a home and even though there was He tried not to think about it in the time he had been in this place, the realization of his loneliness came to him suddenly and he felt destroyed inside - I have nothing but gratitude for you so I ask you to trust me for a while until can disappear from their lives and...
— And shit — Mikey's voice comes from somewhere behind them and they both focus on the orange one who suddenly appears — we won't let someone lost like you be abandoned — he approaches them stomping and gives him a look sign his brother in red - you are under my care now and that is something that my brother Raphael must understand now - he hangs on the older man's arm and begins to lead him away from the hotheaded young man - if you excuse me, brother, I will take Luo somewhere "less conflictive," he finishes, dragging the older man towards the room, leaving Raph with a confused look on his face and with the words in his mouth.
He walks arm in arm with Angelo at a steady pace until they reach the living room. On the way they run into Leonardo who stops talking about what he was going to say when he sees his younger brother's face and lets them pass confused. He doesn't understand what's happening but He manages to read the atmosphere, catching the obvious sign that Michealangelo is not in the mood for an interrogation. Donatello emerges from his laboratory just in time to see his younger brother leave his guest on the couch that was already prepared with blankets and pillows.
—Lou has toI have to rest and so do you Donnie - he responds, pushing the older turtle until he falls sitting on the sofa - tomorrow there will be time for all your questions and tests but we are tired - he abruptly adjusts a pillow on the back of the sofa - so let's go to bed - Donatello was going to protest but his older brother put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head, Mikey was partly right and Leonardo preferred to keep things peaceful, at least until they could get answers without his stubborn little brother being there. so defensive. When Mike adopted someone into his care he was very overprotective and Lou seemed to fall into that category.
— Mikey is right, it has been an exhausting night and, of all of them, Lou must be the one who feels the most exhausted — Leo says, looking at the older man who returns a grateful smile. Behind him he hears Raphael snorting - I know they promised you, Don - he quickly adds before brother in purple can complain - and I'm sure that our visitor is going to keep that promise first thing tomorrow morning - Angelo nods enthusiastically towards the scientist from the group and Donatello slumps his shoulders in resignation.
—Count on that Don-tron—he raises a thumb towards the one in purple who looks back at him with a raised, undrawn eyebrow. Angelo mentally hits himself as he realizes how easily the nickname left his lips and he can hear next to him sigh at his younger counterpart; he just hoped everyone would let him pass, at least for that night.
"Well," the genius exclaims, "but I hope you know that I have even more questions." With that statement he turns around and heads to his laboratory, with a bow Leonardo quickly follows him. Raphael remains in the older man's field of vision with his arms crossed and an obvious aura of distrust and Angelo feels his heart tighten when he sees in him that trait so characteristic of his own older brother, although his temperament seems to be more aggressive. That of his own Raph, that feeling of protection that the youngest emanates is too similar to that which enveloped his beloved brother. He blinks several times to avoid tears.
Mikey appears in his field of vision covering the image of the hothead.
"I'll take care of him, you rest," he tells her in a low voice and begins to walk towards his older brother with a wide smile on his freckled face.
— Come on Raphie ~ — he hums — you should sleep too, you'll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that — she tells him, grabbing his arm and begins to pull him towards what, Angelo assumed, were the rooms. The one in red complains, trying to regain control of his body, but the youngest does not let him and manages to get him out of the main room. The oldest listens to them arguing but in the end silence surrounds him. Mikey passes by him a moment later, quite satisfied - ready, I don't think anyone else will be bothering tonight, you can sleep - the turtle from the future smiles gratefully at him and settles down between the blankets, he was more tired than he thought, opening a portal , dying and being resurrected is apparently exhausting work, and it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep.
In the laboratory Donatello walks from one side to the other murmuring all the theories that accumulate in his head, he does not notice that his older brother is leaning against the door looking at him with a frown and crossed arms.
"Spit it out, Donnie," he says, approaching him and putting a hand on the taller turtle's shoulder. "I can hear your thoughts from here," he tries to sound funny, trying to relax his youngest brother. The look that the other gave him told him that he had not achieved it - I say - he clears his throat - tell me what you think about all this.
Donatello takes a couple of deep breaths, expelling them forcefully, and sits down in one of the chairs in the laboratory. Leonardo sits on another in front of him.
— Evidently he is an adult version of one of us — he begins, taking out his notebook and reviewing his notes — Raphael is ruled out, without realizing it he called him by his name even though none of us have formally introduced ourselves — he taps his chin with the pensive pencil - I rule myself out because I don't feel any manic genius vibes in him - he says writing something down at the bottom of a page, Leo snorts in amusement in agreement with his younger brother - that leaves me and you and Mikey and it wasn't until I talk to the sensei who ruled out Mikey, I don't think he will ever learn to be so formal - he raises a non-existent eyebrow - so my logical conclusion is that he is a variant of you from some apocalyptic future that intrigues me too much and that I need all the possible information that I can't get now because it occurred to Mikey that our interesting visitor from another dimension needs to sleep. Who needs to sleep? What is needed is data and answers and... — Don got up from his chair at some point during his speech and began to walk around the room faster and faster as his conversation
It increased in speed and became more and more incomprehensible. Leonardo just sighs and stops his younger brother's march by putting his hands on her shoulders.
— Mikey's right about that, it's been an exhausting night and we all need sleep, including you, you won't get any more information today so you better go to bed and save all that energy to interrogate that older version of me — "it feels strange say it" thinks the turtle in blue — and get all the data you can about him — he sketches a smile that tries to be an accomplice so that his overstimulated little brother agrees to take a break.
— Yes, yes, you're right — Donatello stops his musings and sighs — I have to rest, tomorrow will be a busy day, thanks Leo — he smiles at his older brother and begins to walk towards his room shuffling his feet. Leonardo breathes gratefully, he thought he wouldn't be able to convince his genius brother, whenever something gets into his head he doesn't let it go until he gets answers no matter what the cost, so the fact that he has so easily agreed to get married is a victory. He will also take advantage of getting some sleep, he does not completely trust the strange visitor, even with Donatello's theory that he is an aged version of him, so he prefers to sacrifice rest to keep an eye on him.
He passes through the room and realizes that he is alone, Lou, the visitor, is covered up to his neck in blankets and fast asleep, that calms Leo a little, sleeping he won't be able to harm his family. He rubs his eyes and prepares to get some sleep.
A couple of hours later Leonardo wakes up to the loud sound of the earth crunching under his bed and a strong shake that moved several things on his shelf. He stands up quickly fearing an earthquake and shouting for the rest of the family, little by little he sees his sleepy brothers emerge from his rooms.
—What's wrong Leo? - asks a grumpy Raphael
—Didn't you feel that? —He asks confused before a golden glow coming from the room catches everyone's attention. Leo runs towards the central room but on the way the glow disappears, leaving a sensation of static in the air that, if he had hair, would have stood on end.
- That...? — She hears Donnie's voice before she sees his orange brother running past, she curses and runs after him to find him standing next to the older turtle caressing his shell and murmuring soothing words.
His brothers catch up with him and they all come across the same scene, Mikey squatting next to Lou and Lou with his eyes wide open, breathing heavily.
- What's happening? - asks the team leader, approaching the other two slowly.
"A nightmare," his brother responds softly without looking at him.
— I... I apologize — the older man murmurs and Leo can see the tears running down the stranger's face — I'm really sorry — his voice is broken and weak, terrified and Leo wonders what could have scared him in such a way, he doesn't know if he wants to. find out.
—Leo, can you make tea, please—his younger brother asks him and the eldest cannot deny the request made so gently; Although he doesn't want to leave them alone and needs an answer, he goes to the kitchen to prepare the requested drink. At least Raph and Don would stay by the youngest's side to protect him in case anything happened.
Upon returning with the drink he notices that Lou is calmer now, he is no longer crying and talks to Mikey in a low voice. He approaches and offers him the cup of tea which he receives with a grateful smile.
"I'm sorry about this, it's been years since a dream affected me so much," he says as if in response and takes a sip of the drink with a sigh.
Don is by his side and Leo can see how he can barely stand the torrent of questions that accumulate in his throat and he feels grateful for it, he knows well what nightmares can do to someone's mind and the last thing he wants is for them. someone pesters him with questions when he can barely think.
"We'd better go back to bed," he says once the oldest finishes his tea. "It's only been a couple of hours," he adds. Mikey, who has not left the older man, nods and gives the visitor a questioning look, who nods.
— Thank you very much — says Lou — I... I'm sorry for waking you up.
Raphael snorts and, without saying a word, returns to his room. Leo thanks whoever again that his brother hasn't picked a fight. It is well known that his mood is terrible if he is interrupted. the dream of him. He puts a hand on his younger brother's shoulder and squeezes lightly, Mikey nods and stands up saying goodbye to the older one.
"I'm a room away," he tells him, "if you need anything, look for me." The one in blue is surprised, once again, by the emotional maturity that his little brother sometimes shows and by the kindness he is capable of showing when he takes care of him. someone under your care. He internally hopes that the situation won't hurt his little brother if Lou turns out not be who Mikey thinks he is.
— We'll talk tomorrow — he says goodbye to the older turtle and his tone tries to show strength, don't try anything until we get answers and we can trust you, that's what he really wants to say, but he doesn't want to cause a disagreement with the younger one.
Lou nods sincerely and Leo can notice something of what Donnie said, maybe he wasn't wrong in calling him an older Leonardo. There is something about him that demonstrates leadership and responsibility, a weight on his shoulders that only those who have led in the face of danger possess. Once again he wonders if he really wants to know the stranger's full story; he feels that the untold story is more painful than he could imagine.
The morning reaches them without further setbacks and a delicious aroma floats through the air of the den, Leo wakes up slowly and his mind, still asleep, cannot fully locate itself, there is a strange sensation on his skin, a half-memory in his mind that He doesn't return to it until a few minutes have passed. He stands up quickly and puts on his full equipment. There is a stranger in the lair, a stranger with an unknown past who, apparently, caused a small earthquake due to a nightmare.
He walks towards the kitchen following the smell and can hear music, Mikey was in charge of meals at the den and, although he was a decent cook, he couldn't remember the last time he smelled something so delicious. He would compliment his brother a lot if his food tasted half as good as he smelled.
— And then you add a little more vanilla to the mix and voila — Lou's voice can be heard coming from the kitchen and Leo stops for a moment, it was a jovial and serene voice, not at all similar to the broken and weak voice of the The night before, he was apparently giving instructions and the one in blue assumed he was teaching someone something.
— I understand — Michaelangelo responds and the sound of something churning is heard — Is that okay? — Leo enters the kitchen finding both turtles focused on making a mixture in a bowl.
— Perfect — the older turtle responds and goes to the kitchen where a frying pan emits the delicious aroma that Leo felt before — and that is the recipe for some delicious pancakes — next to the kitchen a plate contains several pancakes, the older one places a new one and give instructions to the minor to prepare another one. Leo watches them and smiles at the domesticity of the scene, he did not feel any bad intention in the interaction of both turtles and clears his throat to get his attention.
"It smells very good," he says by way of greeting and the broad smile that his older brother gives him warms his heart.
— Lou is teaching me how to make pancakes — he says proudly — sit down, the water is ready — he runs to the kettle to serve his older brother's favorite drink, Lou greets him with a nod and returns to his work in the kitchen. frying pan, another pancake joins those already on the plate and the aroma of vanilla surrounds them peacefully.
— I'm glad you're learning something new — Leonardo tells his little brother when he hands him the cup of tea and she can see him glow with the compliment.
- Of course! "I will become a better chef than I am now," he exclaims happily and returns to the older man's side to continue cooking.
Raphael is the next to enter, he looks at the two turtles with suspicion and sits next to Leonardo, dragging the chair to be noticed, the oldest rolls his eyes at the attitude of his impetuous little brother but does not comment anything and continues drinking his morning tea , maybe later he will have a few words with his immediate brother but now he is enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of breakfast.
Two plates are placed in front of them and a few sauces are placed right next to them, they really smell good and your mouth waters when you smell them, you carefully pour some chocolate sauce on top of the pancakes and taste them letting out a sigh. before the delicious flavor. Mikey honestly deserves that praise.
— Good morning — Donnie's sleepy voice greets them and he sits down on the other side of the table, a cup of coffee appears in his hands, courtesy of Mikey, and a plate of pancakes follows seconds later — wow, they smell good — the woman murmurs. taller turtle before eagerly starting to eat.
"Only the best for my older brothers," Mikey answers, placing two other plates on the table accompanied by the same cups of tea, Lou settles next to Donatello and the youngest in the leftover space next to Rapha. "Lou offered to "Teach me everything he knows, he's a renowned chef," he tells them while pouring a
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