Donatello
"The subject cried when he tried the food. Time of shortage?"
"The guy has marks other than scars, at least as far as I can see. Is it because of his turtle breed?"
"The subject has his own hair, black and unevenly cut. How did he get it?"
"Three-fingered hand covered in dirty, old bandages. Some scars may be seen on the parts that are not covered."
"His clothes are oriental style, Kimono perhaps?"
"Despite his initial hostility he is actually quite calm. "I will continue to observe"
Donatello leaves his notebook on the table, he always carried one but he had rarely used it so he had plenty of pages available, he thought this was the ideal time to use it. This new mutant was, so to speak, more intriguing than anyone I have known in the time in which they have surfaced, it has so many unknown variables that in itself it is a mystery that he wants to delve into in depth. So he began to detail every detail that caught his attention and then focus on trying to clear up the doubts one by one.
He focuses his attention on the creature in front of him, just as his older brothers doubt that Lou is his real name and why he didn't give them his real name is another of the mysteries he must clear up; Leo's idea that he could be an alternative version of one of them is not completely ruled out from his list of possibilities, but he still cannot find any detail that could link him to any of them: he does not have eyes of any specific color and the tone of its scales is different, apparently the breed of turtle is also different although without a thorough examination it is difficult to determine which one, he would like to take a closer look but the stranger was immersed in a low voice conversation with his younger brother and it would not be appropriate interrupt them, not after the emotional moment he had minutes ago.
The fact that he seemed to immediately get along with Michealangelo might be something to take into account if it weren't for his little brother's propensity to adopt strangers and assimilate them as friends and/or family moments after meeting them, it simply spoke more about Mikey than the strange. Although he would have it in mind depending on how events unfolded.
He feels the gaze of his orange brother and that of the subject on him, apparently at some point during their rambling the two had stopped talking and were now looking at him with a smile.
—What is that huge brain of yours thinking so much? - the older turtle asks him with a smile full of melancholy. Don has two new things to write down on his list, one: that the creature in front of him knows him enough to know that he is the smart one of the group, without discrediting his friends. brothers but he knows that he is the one who takes the title, and two: knowing that makes him sad. He frowns.
— I think you are a huge enigma and I am still wondering if you are a danger to my family — his answer came out harsher than he intended but he did not regret that, it was better to make it clear what his thoughts were on the matter and that, Although he was welcomed into his home, it was only to keep him under surveillance.
— You can ask whatever you want — the stranger responds — I will try to answer as sincerely as possible — and that offer caught the purple turtle off guard, who could only remain speechless for a moment before composing himself and opening his notebook again.
— You'll regret this — Mikey tells the older man before standing up and going to the refrigerator — while I'll prepare dinner, don't be too bad Dee — he warns and leaves them alone.
The forced guest chuckles and sits back in his chair, looking at the scientist with a non-existent eyebrow raised. Donatello focuses on his eyes for a moment and looks away when he notices the intensity and deep sadness they emanate.
—When and how did you mutate? — A direct question that would help resolve at least a quarter of his doubts — be as specific as possible — he adds.
He receives a look of disbelief from the older man and a disapproving snort from his younger brother but he doesn't care, he has permission to ask so he will do it.
— I was mutated when I was just a baby — he answers thoughtfully — I'm not really sure how it happened, they told me the story a long time ago — Don writes down in his notebook, looking at the older man to try to find some sign that he's lying — I think I forgot , I had other things to occupy myself with. I apologize for not being able to be more specific.
What did that mean? Did it have something to do with how tired he looked? What is so important that we forget his origin story? Donnie taps his pencil on his lips in thought, his list of questions only increasing.
Well, next.
- Good how old are you? How tall are you? — basic but important facts — How do you have hair? What kind of turtle are you? —He writes down each point in his notebook.
The stranger laughs and his eyes they shine fun.
— I'm... 39? Maybe — again he seems to be unclear about the information, that intrigued Donatello — regarding my height, I don't know either — the oldest bites his lip in embarrassment — I also don't remember when was the last time we measured ourselves or something like that... — more data to write down — oh — he touches the ends of his hair — dad said it had something to do with my human genes and DNA and mystical powers... — Mystical powers? Mystical powers! — and I'm an ornate box turtle — he finishes answering with a proud smile. The purple turtle was feverishly writing down the answers and the other long list of questions that arose from them in his notebook, so he didn't notice when the oldest stood up and lowered his kimono from his shoulders to the middle of his back so that he could see its shell — See? — Both Donnie and Mikey fix their gaze on the older turtle's back and notice several things: its shell has a nice yellow pattern similar to a square, although he can't quite determine the shape because he can't see it completely, there are countless similar scars lines that sprout from his arms to his shoulders and that coincide with those that can be seen on his hands and fingers, a piece of shell is missing on the right shoulder... although the most striking thing was a burn scar that surrounded his neck and that It was barely visible under the threadbare scarf of indeterminate color he wore and the ends of his hair. So many scars...
Lou noticed the discomfort that the marks on his body caused to the younger turtles and quickly covered himself, both he and his family and allies were covered in many scars and wounds so he had become desensitized to seeing them but he assumed that for the others he still It was shocking to see them.
There was an awkward silence in the room, only broken by Raphael's entrance, who only raised a non-existent eyebrow when he saw them so quiet.
Donatello cleared his throat, trying to recover his sight and returned to the questions, well, the information or it would calm down.
- Do you have family? —He asked in a low voice and almost mentally hit himself when he saw how the other visibly tensed.
— I... — the silence extends and Don can notice how the older man's gaze is lost in a very distant place and time. Even his brothers remain silent, enveloped in the atmosphere that suddenly became very dense and sad.
It is not until the kitchen begins to fill with smoke and a spicy smell that everyone seems to wake up from that melancholic state.
— In the name of heaven's supreme pizza, what are you doing? — the exasperated voice of the older turtle made them jump in their positions; They looked at him confused by the abrupt change in mood while the one called Luo walked steadily towards Mikey. Raphael stood up just a second later, afraid that the stranger was going to hurt his younger brother, but he just turned off the kitchen fire and took the smoking pan — I was in hell, literally, so I don't pretend die today poisoned - he says, giving a hard look to the youngest in the house and the fact is that, while they were trying to survive, food was one of the most important things and the ones he took the most seriously, not only to try to keep the children alive. refugees and get some nutrients but it was also a way to comfort the people, eating together was a ritual that kept morale high and served as a reminder of the purpose of the battle, they were fighting for better days. Food had great meaning to him.
— I... I'm sorry... — the young voice of the orange turtle brought him out of his musings and he could see a flash of regret in his big blue eyes. Angelo bit his lip and left the pan on the counter to put both hands on the youngest's shoulders.
Well, Donatello got, in an unorthodox way, the answer to one of his questions, Raph for his part huffed in annoyance and stood next to Mikey.
"I hope something like this doesn't happen again," he tells her bitterly. "You're a prisoner and I won't allow you to hurt any of my brothers," he threatens. Angelo can't help but smile, a Raphael will always be protective of his family no matter the place or the time, right?
"I promise not to hurt any of your brothers," he answers sincerely, "and you have authorization to stop me in case something happens," he adds with a smile on his lips.
The atmosphere seems to relax after the statement and the youngest of those present joins his hands in applause to get everyone's attention.
— I have to cook something, I just got distracted But I assure you that I am a good cook - he exclaims happily and his two brothers roll their eyes. It is true that the youngest of the family is the one in charge of almost all his meals but they were not always good meals although the effort was appreciated - maybe you can "Help me," he asks, using the puppy eyes that always worked.
— I'll be happy to help — the older turtle accepts the offer — he was also in charge of cooking so I have a lot of experience — he takes the forgotten pan and goes to wash it. Turning on the water and it actually working causes a feeling of nostalgia that he tries to hide but that does not go unnoticed by others. Don writes something else in his notebook, another question that will need an answer later.
"I had family," says the eldest a few moments later, placing a new pancake on the tower he was forming on a plate. "Brothers, uncles, parents and friends," he adds without looking at anyone and trying to hide the pain behind his words. "They... them." I lost everyone.
He feels a hand on his arm and looks next to him where the orange turtle is trying to silently comfort him. He thanks with a sad smile.
— I think that was the last one — he turns off the fire and leaves the used things in the laundry room.
"I hope they are not poisoned," declares the one in the red mask from his position at the table. Angelo raises a non-existent eyebrow.
— I would never do something as mean as poisoning food, no matter how delicious the poison is — he exclaims irritably — so you can eat with confidence Raphie — he adds, leaving a plate of pancakes in front of the annoying young man. Don looks at him with his mouth open, but hides it before the older man leaves a similar plate in front of him. Now he knows with certainty that the strange visitor is a variable of one of them. They never told him their names but the stranger recognized Raphael and That just meant that, at some point, he was with someone similar to them. Now all that was left was to discover who he was, although he had suspicions about him.
The only thing certain is that he was not a Raphael, so he surreptitiously crossed the name off the list.
Raph also seemed to notice something but didn't say anything and Donnie was grateful, he needed to keep the older man's attention on other things while he continued discovering things.
— Something smells very good — a deep voice spoke from the entrance to the kitchen and everyone turned their gaze to find a huge, elegantly dressed rat man who was observing them with a serene face, his tall figure framed by the door had an authoritative and confident air. and Angelo couldn't feel any negative feelings coming from the person in front of him although he couldn't be trusted either, the rat man, it was evident, knew how to keep his feelings hidden quite well. Angelo hadn't been the family empath for years at all.
— Luo cooked — Mikey responded cheerfully and placed some pancakes on a plate, offering them to the eldest — you can try them, they're good.
— So your name is Luo — the rat man said addressing the older turtle — my son Leonardo told me the circumstances of your appearance and, although I am always trying to remind them that it is not okay to bring strangers home, I am glad that you are here — the young turtles in the room trembled discreetly at the reminder that they were supposed to keep their home a secret. Angelo looked at the little ones and couldn't hide a smile, they looked adorable like that, embarrassed. They reminded him, a little, of his own brothers.
— Thank you very much for welcoming me into your home — he responded with a soft smile on his lips — I didn't have a place to stay and your children were very kind to invite me — let's leave out the fact that, in reality, I was there to be watched — I hope I'm not a inconvenience.
While the elders were talking Donatello opened his eyes wide when he realized something, Luo was a version of them from some other universe and, if the way he spoke said something, he already knew who it was.
He was a Leonardo! Of course, even their names began with the same letter. How did he not discover it before? Ah, his brother in blue would be so shocked when I tell him that. The excitement made him hum loudly and all eyes were directed towards him but he ignored them, concentrating on writing down his latest discovery in his notebook. Now he just needed some solid proof and he would reveal one of the mysteries of the night. Ah, everything could get more and more excited.
Mikey, sitting next to Donnie, couldn't help but take a look at his older brother's notebook before he covered it with his hand. Did Donnie think the visitor was a Leo? He snorted in amusement and he threw food into his mouth before telling him his theory, to him it was more than clear that he was an orange brother, another Mikey coming from maybe where. His instinct was never wrong but he would wait for the others to figure it out before telling them, it will be so fun to see the look on his face when he sees how cool it is.It was his older self.
— I would like you to accompany me to the laboratory to do some tests — Donatello's voice breaks the silence at the table, at some point Leonardo had joined them and he looks at his brother in purple with a raised eyebrow — not just scientific tests — the family technician quickly defends himself - I also want to see your state of health and stuff - he murmurs at the end with red cheeks and Angelo can't help but chuckle when he sees the similarities with his own Donatello.
— If you lend me a shower and some clean clothes, I'll let you do whatever tests you want — the oldest offers and Leonardo lets out a tired sigh when he knows what the adult turtle is getting into.
— Deal — Don stands up, almost knocking over the table in the process, and grabs Angelo's arm to start dragging him towards the bathroom — we don't have clothes... actually, but I can give you some big towels if you want to cover yourself with something, as you can see we don't wear clothes - before Donnie dragged the older man out of the kitchen the rat catches his attention.
— I can lend you one of my yukatas — he offers — and I hope you can forgive my son Donatello, he is a great enthusiast of knowledge.
— That's very clear to me — Angelo caresses the boy in purple's head with a smile — I appreciate his offer, I got used to always wearing clothes so I would feel quite uncomfortable walking around naked — he excuses himself before being dragged out of the kitchen.
— Well, I'll leave you in the bathroom while I prepare my laboratory — Don speaks while he guides the older man through the lair, it's the door at the back — he makes a sign to indicate which door he's talking about — don't be late and leave Angelo in front to a simple wooden door that the oldest assumes is the bathroom.
The first thing he does when he closes the door behind him is look at himself in the mirror. He had not seen his face for years except in the few pools of water he could find, but he knew that he looked worn out and much older than his real age, but now, Seeing himself for the first time in perhaps how long, he can notice that he looks more similar to what his brothers showed at his age, or at least Leo, Donnie and Rapha didn't get to be that old.
He feels the unshed tears begin to spill down his face now that he didn't have to stand his ground in front of this young version of his family, the shock of his last moments, knowing that the war was lost and not being sure if his sacrifice helped or not. not to save the future and send Junior to the past, not knowing what happened to his older brother in the end... everything came to him suddenly and he couldn't help but cry all the years of sadness, loss and stored pain.
He felt a knock on the door and, before he could respond, it slowly opened, revealing a freckled face with an orange band. Mikey quickly entered and closed behind him, carrying a pair of huge towels in his arms.
— My brothers never put towels back in the bathroom so I assumed there weren't any — he says in a low and cautious voice looking at the older turtle's tear-filled face — Do you need a hug? —He asks, leaving the towels on a nearby piece of furniture and opening his arms as an invitation. Angelo nods and falls to his knees in front of the boy, burying his face in the little one's shoulder, sobbing. It had been very hard to be faced with living versions of his missing brothers and sisters. Despite how different they were, his heart had been aching the entire time.
— Thank you very much, I needed it — Angelo's voice sounds quite broken due to crying but he really felt better.
— I know, it's something that we MiguelÁngel share, isn't it? — A mischievous smile appears on the younger one's beak and the older one can't help but giggle.
— I shouldn't be surprised but... how did you know? - asks the oldest.
— Sometimes it happens that I can see or know things that others can't... — the boy responds with a shrug — my brothers never take me seriously when I tell them but many times I'm right — The youngest's smile is shy — from the first moment I felt that you were like me, your energy similar to mine... I don't know how to explain it well - he finishes saying. Angelo understands, it is not easy to explain when you have a characteristic that is different from others, he knew well how hard it was for his brothers to understand the magnitude of his powers and how little he could understand about them. Many times he just did what he felt was right; Not even Donatello, with all his wisdom, could delve into them and during the war they had little time to think too much, they were only grateful for what he could do.
— Maybe I can help you better understand that ability — he offers the younger one, leaving a
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