BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, goes an alarm until it is hit and nearly crushed by the fist of a fifteen year old Asian boy.
Donatello muttered as he got up from his comfortable bed for school. He trudged to the shower where he cleaned himself up. He slothfully moved towards the mirror where he kept his glasses and hairbrush. He brushed his hair forward in what he used to call "Hamato Spikes" when he was a child, before he placed his glasses in front of his red-brown eyes. He sighed as he looked at one of the last scraps he had to remember his past life. It was a small drawing done by his baby brother of the four of them and their father, as well as their sister.
They had lost their father when they were five and had continued living on the streets together until Child Services had dragged them to a horrible orphanage. Michelangelo had kept wishing that their father, Master Splinter, would come back for them, but he had disappeared. No one, not even the smartest of the quintuplets, Donatello Hamato, knew where Hamato Yoshi, also known as Master Splinter, had gone. The children had been taken one by one, all leaving Donatello alone; holding onto the hope that someone would remember him and take him to his brothers and sister.
Donatello sighed as he put on his favorite purple t-shirt and his black pants. He then put on his favorite tennis shoes and looked at himself in the mirror. He tried to smile, but found that it was hard for him to do. He practiced a few Katas with his Bo staff, just like his father and siblings would expect of him, every morning. After a few minutes, he heard the usual sounds of his adoptive guardian, April O'Neil, starting breakfast.
April was a red headed scientist with a big heart. She had seen Donatello sitting in his corner of the orphanage with his picture of his family that his baby brother had drawn, crying. She had scooped up the six year old boy, as he had been then, and told the adults that she was taking him in as her nephew. They questioned why she would want such a strange tot for a nephew, but April was insistent. Later that month, Donatello was in the care of his "Aunt" April, and only four things could have made him happier, or more precisely, four people.
"Donatello! Breakfast!"
Donatello sighed as he placed his Bo staff away. He was just lucky that April encouraged his further learning of Martial Arts for self-defense. He often felt like it was his only tie to his family anymore. "Coming, Aunt April!" Donatello ran downstairs with the speed of a ninja and was quickly helping to set the table. Within months of adopting him, April had learned that her "Nephew" had actually been trained as a Ninja when he was a child, and that he was quite good, though still early in his training. Donatello wasn't aggressive, but the mental exercises did him good as he quickly accomplished anything given to him.