Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT; all I own is my alter ego
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Leonardo was the first to notice the changes in Donatello as his visits to the landfill became more and more frequent, and he ended up coming home more often empty handed, and smelling sweet like some of April's perfumes.
His first thought was that April and Donatello were having an affair behind Casey's back. That is until one night while he was gone, and April came to the lair looking for him, because a part that he ordered came in the mail. That was only a week ago, and he remembered how his younger brother entered the lair, smelling as if he'd been in contact with a young woman and a dreamy look on his features.
He wasn't surprised that not only he was suspicious of Donatello's behavior, but also Master Splinter and Raphael were as well, and he could tell that Michelangelo was catching on as well.
What baffled him the most was whenever Michelangelo would mention something about the newly found classical singer, Kathryn Thompson, their brainy brother would just smile, that dreamy look returning to his eyes as he touched his mouth gently.
Of course as soon as her name started to spread, she chose to retire. It was so sudden, yet while Michelangelo was upset about it, because she was the only classical singer he was WILLING to listen to, Donatello would just blush, and return to whatever he was doing.
Tonight happened just as any other night he'd disappear.
"I'm heading to the landfill," Donatello stated smiling.
"Okay, just be careful Donny," he stated.
"Leo, you know I will be," Don rolled his eyes before leaving the lair.
They followed him, only to see him pull out his trench coat and fedora, putting them on and going topside, but they followed him. He was mainly surprised that he stopped where a line of paparazzi were waiting for someone, or a group of people to exit the building.
"Is Donny nuts?" Raphael whispered harshly.
He couldn't help but agree with his hotheaded brother. What the heck was Donatello thinking, coming to where hundreds of people were?
The moment the back doors opened, and he saw Michelangelo gape, "That's…K-K-Kathryn T-Thompson."
The young woman walked down the steps, body guards pushing the paparazzi back, as she glanced to where Donatello was standing.
As soon as she turned the corner, Donatello followed her.
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He knew tonight was the end of that game of chase they'd been playing…now it was just a way to make their relationship stronger. He smiled seeing she was standing in front of the alley where they first met, her lavender eyes twinkling as he approached.
"So, where are we going tonight?" she asked, taking the arm he offered her.
"Do you want to walk around Central Park, before heading to your place?" he found himself grinning when she put her head on his shoulder.
"That sounds great," she purred gently.
"I can't believe you're retiring…" he murmured.
"I'm doing it not only for you," she stated.
"I know…you mentioned it every time we met…how you hated being a classical singer," he nodded.
She nodded, "My family is disowning me because I'm retiring at such a young age."
He frowned a bit; he couldn't help but feel as if they were being followed.
"Donatello, is everything alright?" Kathryn blinked, glancing up worriedly.
"We're being followed," he whispered. He could see her in the corner of his eye, furrowing her brow.
"What should we do love?" she asked.
He glanced around, searching for whoever was following them. He could feel himself panicking if his brother's found out…he of all of them knew that Michelangelo had a big crush on her, but he was happy that he found out after he and Kathryn had gotten together.
He could feel her press herself against him as they continued walking, her eyes darting around in worry. He held her close, "Its okay."
"What if those men came back?" she whispered.
"I doubt that," he affirmed.
"But who'd be following us?" he could sense the fear and urgency in her voice as they continued.
That is until he saw the familiar outline of Leonardo sitting on a light pole.
He found himself sighing, "My brothers."
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