This is a continuance of Growing up Fast. It would be wise to read that one first.
Again written with dondena, though containing the story was my idea.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Turtles regular or mutated.
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Taking a deep breath, Donatello hugged his two daughters close. It was dusk and it was the only time he took them out. Even at five months he was still really protective of them. He looked down at the two tiny turtles he held. Benedetta was wide awake and was staring up at him while her sister was fast asleep. Even though they had started as human egg cells, they looked more like him and his brothers. The only main differences were the hands. Where he and his bros had three fingers on each hand, the girls had four digits on each hand.
Benedetta had the same green skin tone as Donatello and his brothers if not slightly lighter green skin and Donatello's brown eyes. She was also slightly bigger and was the more energetic twin while Carina was smaller and more delicate. Carina was the one of the two that had the more drastic coloring. Her skin was a light sea green while her big eyes were a maroon. She was the quieter one and preferred the silence while her twin loved loud noise.
Donatello looked up from his children where they suckled their pacifiers in the carelessness of sleep. Benedetta had finally fallen asleep. Shifting them into the double Gerrypack that he had made to strap onto his plastron he flipped the enforced lid over them. It allowed them to breathe but also protected them if he ever had to fight. But in all the time that he had been bringing them to the surface nothing had ever happened. Plus normally Tanya went with him and carried the twins while Donatello kept a lookout. Tonight though, it was just him because Tanya had to work late.
He began to make his way back when he began to feel uneasy. It was the same feeling from before. Back when he ran into….
He spun around and drew his bo and took a defensive stance. "Alright, I know your there. Show your face now." Donatello ordered, glaring into the shadows like before.
"Hello Donatello." The feminine voice sent chills down his spine.
Donatello was tired of these run ins with the human and spun around to try to get a fix on the source of the voice. He heaved a sigh of disgust and then let out a groan. "What do you want?" Donatello's voice was seething.
Sir let out a giggle. Even though Donatello couldn't see him, he pinpointed the area that Sir was lurking. "I wanted to see you one more time. To see how you are doing. " There was a pause but in that pause there was the unmistakable fact that even though Donatello couldn't see him, he was sure that the man was grinning his head off.
Donatello raised an eyeridge and began to back away. He was still nervous and unsure about this human.
"Where are you going, Donatello? I want to see the twins. I know you had them." Sir said.
Time seemed to stop as all kinds of thoughts ran through his mind. Thoughts from Sir kidnapping or even killing the girls had Donatello's muscles tense up rock hard. His defensive stance turned aggressive. "I warned you to stay away from me and my family, yet you keep showing up. This is the last warning. Go now and stay away or I will be forced to use drastic measures."
"Ah come on now Donatello…you should be thanking me. I gave you the means to have the twins." Sir's curiosity pushed him to take another step forward towards the already agitated turtle.
With a growl mixed with a snarl, the usually mild mannered turtle didn't hesitate in using his bo staff. He shot the end out into the shadows where he saw the shape of the human. The end of the staff hit the human in the left knee. With a shocked and pained groan, the human fell to his knees. Then with a flourish twist of his hands the bo swung through the air. High over his head he paused it. "They're girls…and thank you." Donatello said with a rare tone of snarkiness, and then using his bo staff as a bat, he slammed the wood into Sir's head.
There was a 'thump' as Sir's body hit the ground. Although the thought of what Sir looked like crossed his mind, Donatello didn't even use the moment to discover that. Instead he turned and fled to the nearest manhole. He gracefully moved from the roofs to the darkened alley where the manhole was waiting to let him head down into the sewers again. He lifted the lid and slid through the manhole, sliding the cover all the way with a kur-thunk.