Forget Me Never
Prologue
Little Donatello Hamato was many things: passive, intelligent far beyond his years, and a genin in ninjutsu. Being a coward was not one of them, as his older and physically stronger brother Raphael was accusing him of. Master Splinter had decided that they were old enough to start scavenging the local garbage bins topside, if they went in pairs. This time, it was Don's first time and Raph's second time. Well, at least to Don's knowledge. But the point is, Don was not afraid of the world of the Homo sapien sapien. It's just… Raph decided they should scavenge in more dangerous territory, where a plethora of gangs have been fighting. When Don had voiced his concerns, his brother had replied with a quick, "Quit bein' a cowad an' cum an!"
Well being called a coward, even by his own brethren, did not settle well in the olive-skinned turtle's stomach. So, after puffing out his chest to make him appear larger, he brushed past his bigger brother and hastily climbed up the rusty ladder. After pushing the sewer lid open and shoving it aside, Don peeked to see if the coast was clear. Unfortunately, Raph was sick and tired looking up at his little bro's butt and shoved him through the opening. Having landed with a girly "oomf," the genius turtle in purple was too embarrassed to look around properly and just glared at his emerald-skinned sibling. That is, until a shadow that was too big to be his covered him.
Slowly, Donatello gazed at a human. A boy, perhaps in his late teens, at most. And the human was wearing local gang member clothing. Had something to do with dragons… any who, Don looked up at the older boy, his chocolate eyes wide. So were the human's, his hazel eyes as big as saucers. What snaps them out of it, however, is Raph's voice wafting from the sewage opening, "Hey, Braniac, is da coast clear? I ain't gettin' any younga down here!"
Don's mistake was taking his eyes off the human to turn at the sewer, praying silently that his brother doesn't come up and he can safely slip away. He quickly turned back when he heard the unmistakable sound of a pocketknife being revealed. Fearing for the safety of his brother, Don tossed the lid back to its original place, and started backing up from the gangster. Until he hit the brick wall. The gangster asked, "What are you?" as he crept closer, the knife glinting in the evening light.
The human made a slicing movement, to scare Donatello into action, but as the action was being made, the turtle had raised his hands in defense, and were immediately sliced by the palms. He hissed in pain as the blood gushed from his injured appendages. The human stared at the crimson liquid that dripped off the blade. Donnie was trying not to cry, but his hands hurt so much! He was not a stranger to pain, but that doesn't mean he ever liked it. So it came to him as a complete surprise when the pain stopped when his golden-eyed brother crashed through the sewer and landed with a growl, "Gitda HELL away from Donnie!"
Teeth bared, eyes blazed, his brother was a sight. One angry turtle never meant good for the receiver of that anger. And that law was proven right in front of Donatello. A snarl had etched its way upon Raphael's young face as he pounced at his brother's assailment. The gang member twirled around just in time to have his left arm chomped down by a three foot tall turtle. Raph grabbed the knife from the uninjured arm, swung around and swept the kid behind the knees, which forced him to tumble to the ground.
The emerald green turtle landed on top of the torso of the teenager, the blood from the boy's arm already stained his teeth. The screams that erupted from the teenager's mouth were frightening to Don, but frighteningly fascinating to Raph. With a feral grin, Raphael took the boy's life with a quick slice to the jugular vein. When the body stopped convulsing ,was when Raphael stood and turned to his brother. And that was when Donatello Hamato realized that he was many things; passive, intelligent… and incestuous towards his hot-headed, emerald skinned, golden-eyed, red-clad, brave, crass, caring, and handsome older brother.