The now fifteen-year-old Digital let her fingers wander on her keyboard. She sighed as she read the stories she wrote as a child. She couldn't remember exactly what had happened to her as a child. Maybe for better, maybe for worse.

She looked to the locket that hung from her neck and opened the picture holding charm. There she saw the picture of her elder brother Cameron. She couldn't suppress the small smile that grew on her face. She couldn't really remember him. She couldn't remember his voice, or his laugh, or anything really.

Though, one memory still plagued her mind. She was glad that did, though it wasn't a good one. She was happy it was there because she could hear her brother's voice every time she thought of it. She had only been two. Her brother had been sixteen. It was a few weeks before Donnie had found her.

"Get out of here you little shit!" Her mother had yelled at her. Digital had backed up as far as she could, only backing into a wall. Her brother was currently passed out on the floor, father having smacked him in the head with a glass vodka bottle.

"I'm sorry!" Digital cried in fear as she held her hands above her head to shield herself from the empty, glass, wine bottle that her mother held.

The glass bottle impacted the small child's head. Digital's eyes had widened in pain before closing as she fell into a deep darkness.

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When she awoke, she found herself on the small rag pile she had dubbed her bed. She began to sit up, but she was gently pushed back down. "Stay down, Digi. I'm looking at your wound."

Digital obeyed her older brother, his features were barely seeable. Their room didn't have a light, but there was a window in the middle of the wall. It probably would have provided a little light if it had been day time, but, unfortunately, the time had been nearing midnight. Thought, the streetlight across the street provided the two with a little light.

"Your head looks a little bloody, but, other than that, it looks fine," He took out a flashlight from behind him and shined it in her eyes, her brother's jet black hair and bright blue eyes finally being illuminated. He observed her own light blue eyes. "I don't think you have a concussion."

It wasn't until he brought the flashlight close to his face did Digital notice the blood dripping down his face. She gasped. "Camwon, you head!"

He sighed and gathered his baby sister up in his arms. "Sh, Digi. I know my head. And remember, it's Cameron. Can you say that for me?"

Digital nodded as she began trying her hardest. "Cam…eron?"

Cameron smiled at her gently. "Yeah, Digi, you got it. Cameron. What do you do if mom and dad kill me?"

She looked up at her brother. "Wun to the neigbows and tew them what mommy and daddy do."

Cameron nodded as he gently placed his chin against Digital's head. "Good job."

Digital gripped some of Cameron's shirt in her tiny hand. "They won't kill you, will tey?"

Cameron sighed as he rocked Digital gently back and forth. "We've talked about this, Digital. I can't promise that. I haven't lied to you yet, and I won't lie now."

"Will tey kill me?" She asked innocently.

Cameron shook his head, his eyes turning hard. "Not as long as I'm alive," Cameron looked out the window as Digital's stomach began to rumble. "I should go look for some food, shouldn't I?"

Digital shook her head as she gripped Cameron's arm tightly. "No get huwt, big bwotha." She pleaded.

He smiled sadly at her as he kissed her head. "I won't, Digi. I promise," He stood up and lied Digital back down in the rags, covering her up with the heaviest cloth he could find in the pile. "Besides, a child with your intelligence needs food to grow big and strong."

Cameron moved to the door and opened it slowly. He looked over the railing of the second floor to look for his parents. Sure enough, they were passed out on the couch. Knowing them, they wouldn't awake until the late hours of the next day. He slowly shut the door and turned back towards Digital.

"They're asleep. You can sleep, and I'll wake you up if I find any food when I return." He said as he neared the window, not wanting to chance waking up his folks by going down the stairs.

Digital lifted her head up gently. "I wov you, Camwon."

There was her incorrect speech once more, but Cameron hadn't the heart to correct her this time. He smiled weakly at her. "Love you, too, Digi." And with that he slipped out the window.

And that's where her memory ends. She sighed as she continued to stare down at the black haired, blue eyed boy. She missed him, though she couldn't remember much of him. She used to always talk about him, but now….

Knock, knock.

"Sweetie, can I come in?" The sound of her father's voice came from the other side of the door. Digital had been acting off that day, and Donnie knew that that usually meant that she was thinking about her actual origins.

She nodded, though she knew her father couldn't see her. "Yes, Dad, you can come in."

Slowly the doorknob turned and the door pushed open. Behind the door revealed a twenty-eight-year-old Donatello. He walked over to his daughter, shutting the door first. He walked over to her and sat on her bed. "You ok, Digi?" He asked gently.

She nodded gently as she pushed up her black rimmed glasses and rubbed her eye with her right hand, and closed her laptop with her left hand. "Yeah, m'ok, Dad. Just thinking," She leaned her head against her father's shoulder. "Are you sure you know nothing about my brother besides the night you found me."

Donnie sighed as he kissed his daughter's head gently. "I'm sure, Digi. If I knew more, I'd tell you."

Digital could feel tears build up her eyes. She raised her right hand and began to make hand gestures with each word she spoke. Her voice sounded chocked up. "This is all so stupid, I just want to know about my brother, but no, the world can't let me do that!" She said quickly. She flopped her hand down onto her leg at her last word in frustration.

Donnie wrapped his arms around Digital. "Hey, calm down, Digi."

"No, Dad, I'm sick of not knowing who my brother was! What my life was like! I only have one memory to remember him bye, and that's all I'm supposed to have?!" She said as she pulled out of her father's grip.

Donnie couldn't be mad at her for using such a tone. She was upset because she didn't know where she had truly come from. She wanted to be able to remember her past so badly, but she couldn't. She sighed as she stood up. "I'm sorry, Dad. I…I need to go out for some air."

Donnie nodded gently. "Yeah, ok. Take your T-Phone in case something goes wrong."

Digital placed a hand on her hip, a small smile growing on her lips. "Dad, I've been training since I was five. I think I'll be ok."

Donnie shook his head with a smile on his face. "I know, but that's how my father was, and that's how I'll be."

Digital rolled her eyes with a small smile on her face. "Yeah, whatever you say, Dad." Digital grabbed her T-Phone and placed it in her pocket. She grabbed her watch and attached it to her wrist, much to her father's relief.

Digital walked to the exit of the lair but stopped when she heard her father's voice from behind. "Be back by midnight at the latest, please."

Digital stopped in her tracks and looked at her father from the corner of her bright blue eyes. "Yeah, Dad. I'll be back by then." And without sticking around to listen to any of his other words, Digital began to run down the sewer passages, pushing a button on her watch that made her armor appear on her person instead of her normal clothes. Her armor was one of a fine steel, that was colored of black, blue, and white. The black and blue colors made a long, connected, loop. The loop lines that crossed each other were blue and black, and the circles in between the loops were white. Her left pant leg was black while the other was blue. Her left sleeve was blue while the other was black. Her mouth was protected with a black mouth guard that hid her mouth up to her nose. The suit had retractable wheels on the soles of the feet that Digital popped out and began to skate down the sewers.

Her hair had been pulled up into two, black, pony tails. As she neared a manhole cover, she pressed the same button on her watch, immediately retracting her armor and her clothes appeared instead of the armor. She climbed up the ladder and moved the manhole cover. She stood on the surface of the ground and moved the manhole cover back in place.

She took in her surroundings, noticing she was near Mr. Murakami's noddle shop, and Casey and April's home. She looked at her options. She hadn't seen Murakami-san in a while. She'd go see him, and then get some mother-like advice from April. She made the short walk over to Mr. Murakami's shop and opened the door, the bell giving a gentle ding as she entered.

"Hello?" The elder, Japanese man asked.

She smiled gently. "Hello, Murakami-san."

The blind man smiled gently in Digital's direction from his position behind the counter. "Hello, Digital-san, what brings you here today?"

"Well," Digital said as she walked to the counter and sat at one of the seats, her dark blue dress bouncing as she took each step, "I guess things have been a bit rough today, and I just wanted to talk to someone who wasn't my dad or my uncles for a change."

Murakami laughed gently as he sat in a stool across from Digital. "I'm glad you stopped by. I haven't heard from you since you were much smaller."

Digital smiled gently as she looked back down to her locket. "Yeah," She laughed gently, "I don't think I've been here since I was nine."

Murakami chuckled. "Yes, you were a quiet and inquisitive child. You were always asking some type of question," Murakami chuckled. "Oh, I can remember the first time you came here."

"Fatha, whea aw we going?" Digital asked as her father carried her in the shadows.

Donnie laughed gently. "It's a surprise, Sweetie."

"Trust me, dudette, you'll love it." Mikey said as he jumped around Donnie and Digital. As the cold October wind blew, Digital buried her head in Donnie's chest. Despite the heavy coat that covered her arms, she was still very cold.

"I cold, Daddy."

Donnie kissed her head gently. "We're almost there, baby." Soon a noodle shop came into the five's sight, and the four turtles, and toddler entered.

Digital began to freak out. "No, Daddy! Man be awaid of you, and you and uncas get caught!" She yelled in pure terror.

Donnie placed a hand on the back of Digital's head. "Sh, calm down, baby. Murakami-san accepts us for who we are. He's also blind, but he knows that we look different. He'll be really happy to meet you."

"He no see?" Digital asked curiously.

"That's right, child, I cannot see." Digital jumped at the unknown voice. She snapped her head around violently, looking for the strange voice before her eyes landed on an older man with gray hair, and sunglasses. When she saw him, questions immediately flew into her mind.

"Why you no see?"

"Digital." Donnie reprimanded.

"No, no, it is quite alright, Donatello-san. After all, with questions comes wisdom," Murakami walked to Digital and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I was born without sight, my dear."

"Why?" Digital asked gently.

Murakami's lips were in one of a smile. "It's just how I was born. And I've been just fine without my sight. I don't need it."

Digital smiled gently. "Ok, Muwakami-san." Digital was gently placed on a chair as the boys sat in chairs next to her and asked for their usual.

Digital looked at Murakami in confusion. "How you cook if you no see?"

"Digital." Raphael began to reprimand as well.

"It is quite alright, Raphael," Murakami assured Raph. Murakami began to cook as he allowed food to fly in the air and land flawlessly in pans and boards. "Like I said before, Digital-san, my sight is not needed to do the things I love. Just because I am limited to four senses doesn't mean I am weaker than I would be with five."

"Oh." Digital said with much interest.

Murakami chuckled lightly as he continued to cook. "So, if I may ask, how did Digital-san come into your guys' position."

Digital froze slightly. She had been found in July. Only three months prior. The memory of the dreadful night still fresh in her mind. The four turtles immediately looked to her frozen frame. She could see the gun in front of her, the sound of a bullet hitting flesh, screams, and the mean images of her parents.

Murakami immediately felt the tension in the room and knew that that was a heavy topic. He could hear heavy, terrified breathing. "Digital, hey calm down, sweetie," Donnie picked Digital up gently. "We'll be back in a bit. I'm gonna go calm her down." The three brothers nodded and watched as Donnie left with his daughter.

"Did I say something wrong?" Murakami questioned.

"It's not your fault Murakami-san. It's just a…heavy topic for us to talk about around Digital." Leo said.

Murakami's lips turned to a frown as he continued to cook. "My deepest apologies, Leonardo-san."

Leo shook his head. "No, it is not your fault, Murakami-san. You deserve to know what happened after all you told Digital." Leo began to tell the story of how Digital came into their position. From the gun pointing directly at Digital's head by her own parents to her brother being shot.

Murakami's unseeing eyes saddened at the story as he served the food. "The poor child has had a rough past," His eyes perked up a bit, "but I have no doubt that you all will give her a happy future."

After a good ten minutes after Leo had told Digital's story, Donnie reentered the shop with a red, puffy eyed Digital. Mikey smiled sadly at his niece. "Hey, Digi, how are you feeling?" Digital held her hands out to Mikey, signifying she wanted Mikey to hold her. Mikey immediately took Digital into his arms, and she buried her face in his plastron. Mikey kissed the top of her head and sat down at the counter.

Murakami walked up to Digital. "My deepest apologies, Digital-san, for making you upset."

She kept her face hidden in Mikey's chest. "N-Not your f-fault. I no mad."

Mikey took his chopsticks and held a piece of pizza-gyoza up to Digital's mouth. "You hungry, Digi?"

Digital looked up from Mikey's chest and looked at the strange dumpling like food. "What is it?" She asked with a gentle sniff.

Mikey smiled gently at Digital's slight change in mood. "It's pizza gyoza. It's like pizza in a dumpling. Wanna try it?"

Digital sniffed lightly before nodding and opening her mouth. Mikey placed the small dumpling into Digital's mouth. Digital chewed the small dumpling, and her eyes widened gently.

She looked up at Mikey with her bright, glistening, blue eyes. "This is good, unca Mikey!"

Mr. Murakami laughed gently. "Why don't I make this free of charge since I cause such a fuss."

"Oh, no, Murakami-san, that's not necessary. You are a very generous man, but you still need money to keep the shop and buy food." Leo said.

Murakami shook his head. "No, no, I insist."

Digital moved away from Mikey and walked over to Murakami shyly. She gently tugged on his cooking smock. Murakami moved his unseeing eyes towards the small girl. "Yes, Digital-san?"

"You accept my famuwy?" She asked innocently.

Murakami smiled. "Yes, they saved my life not too long ago. Besides, who am I one to judge?"

Murakami laughed gently. "You were so inquisitive."

Digital laughed lightly. "So nothing's really changed then, besides the fact that I can actually work in a lab."

Murakami smiled lightly. "What has you so troubled?"

Digital sighed as the smile on her face fell. "I've just been thinking about my original origins. I guess I just miss my brother, and wonder what he was like. I really only have two memories of him. One being the night he was shot."

Murakami nodded sadly. "Ah, yes. I remember bringing up how you were found as a child, and it made you so upset."

Digital laughed sadly. "Yeah, I guess so," Digital checked her watch. It was 10:32pm. "I better get going. I still have other places I'd like to get to before midnight hits."

Murakami nodded and moved to go to the back of his shop. "Alright. Thanks for stopping by."

Digital smiled and walked out of the noodle shop. She sighed peacefully as she felt the cool breeze whip against her skin. The sky was a dark blue, close to black, white stars dotting the sky like polka dots against black paper. She sighed. She didn't quite want to go to April's house yet, so she began to climb a fire escape up to a rooftop.

Climbing up a fire escape was fairly routine to her, especially since she began to go on patrol with her father and uncles. When she reached the rooftop, she stood by the entrance to the building. There was always some type of small building at the top of the roof that lead into the main building.

She placed her right foot against the wall and crossed her arms as she looked across the city. The city always looked its prettiest when it was nighttime. There was no one yelling at each other about the way their car was parked, or that traffic was moving too slow. No car horns were honking at the car in front of them. And above all, the city always looked its best when lit up at night. The empire state building flashed colors of blue, purple, orange, red, green, pink, and yellow. She sighed gently as the slight April breeze blew her long, black, hair away from her frame.

She closed her blue orbs and took in a deep breath and let it out. She felt at peace for the first time that night. The tension flowed away from her mind and spirit.

Her eyes snapped open.

She wasn't alone.

Someone was there with her.

She quickly pressed the button on her watch which activated her armor, and put her long hair into two pigtails. She moved to the opposite side of the building and pointed her katana tip at the person who was there.

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