Okay...I'm just taking a crack at this. I was convinced to try to write, again, by a friend. I don't see why she wants me to write, but as long as i get good reviews, i guess i'll contiue this.

I, RozBen, do not own TMNT or its charaters; all rights go to their proper owners...which sucks ass.
Chapter 1: It rumbles in the distance.

Watching the dark sky and its twinkling stars, a lone samurai paused. It was nearly morning, so the sun should be coming up soon. His breath came out in whips, washing against his face as the wind blew towards him. His long ears had numbed a while ago, but were now painfully pulsing. Suppressing another shiver, he continued his walk. His thick winter cloak was wrapped tightly around him, but even then, he felt the bite of the air. His winter fur was standing on its end as the wind blew harder. He bowed his head against the wind, marching through the mud and grass.

It was early spring, the snow still melting. He had weathered worse, but still. The cold winds lingered from the harsh, unforgiving winter. It had been a long one at that. He was glad summer was well on its way. Warmer weather meant he could travel faster and there would not be a shortage of food.

The sun was coming up, glowing bright orange and casting blinding light along the earth. Its warmth spread along the land at a lazy pace, but already he felt a difference. Picking up his pace, he hoped to get into the next village by high noon. The winds were still harsh.

He had a meeting with an old friend tomorrow, wanting to celebrate his son's birthday. Usagi agreed, asking when it was. He did not know it was so early in the year and wished he had set off earlier like he had planned instead of waiting another week because of the weather. He planned on going into the next village, getting some much needed rest. He'd eat and relax until tomorrow, when he'd open a portal into the Battle Nexus. It has been three days since he was in the last village and he wanted nothing more than some hot food and a bath.

The Ultimate Damiyo was a great father, and hopfully his son would fall in his footsteps this time.

As he walked, his mind wondered. In the morning, he'd be attending the party with Leonardo's family, and Leonardo himself. His scolded himself for allowing himself to get so involved with the turtle, because it would only cause him an agony in the end; especially if Leonardo himself would find out. He cared for Leonardo. More than he should, he knew without a doubt.

He loved watching his friend pratice, and giving him solid advice, and he loved when Leonardo fallowed the advice without a second thought. He loved how Leonardo felt confortable enough around him to let his gaurd drop, though he himself has yet to. He is grateful when Leonardo lets him vent, without interupting, and then gives him advice. They pratice all the time, telling stories as they fight. The turtle is wise for his age.

He feels many things for this turtle, mostly confusion. He knows that he likes Leonardo more than he should. But they are nothing more than friends. So, if thinks of Leonardo as more than a friend...but they cannot be together as a couple, where does that leave him?

-X-

"Dudes! Has anyone seen Klunck?" Cried Mikey, running around frantically, looking everywhere the young cat could be. He began tearing apart the sofa, Donnie's bookshelf and the coffee table at the same time. He yanked the pillow from under Raph's head roughly and pushed his older brother onto the floor in his frantic search. "I can't find him anywhere!"

"Nobody'll be able ta fina you when i'm finished!" snarled Raph, having been woken up from his nap and tossed onto the floor. He sat up, looked around for his taget, then tackled his younger brother over the back of the sofa. Mikey let out a girlish scream as he tumbled bakwards, landing hard on his shell just inches from Donnie's feet. Don moved around them, with dry amusemnt, not bothering to acknologe his brother's cry for help.

"Do they have to start this early?" groaned Don as he walked into the kitchen.
"Early? Don, its past ten." Leo had his arms crossed, with a sour expression, as he watched his younger brothers throw punches and insults at one another.
"What?" cried Donnie, looking at the time. "Why didn't anyone wake me up?"
"You've been pulling all-nighters all week." Leo looked over his shoulder and shrugged.
"Mew." Don pulled some milk from the fridge and put it into a bowl, for the hungry cat.
"Mikey! Found him!" Leonardo called as he sat down, petting what had caused so much trouble, indirectly. He shook his head as he heard the argument get louder.

"You woke me cuz' a da damn cat?" shouted Raph, pissed and wanting to nail Mikey.
"He's not just some damn cat! He's a memeber of the family! If somthing happened to you, we'd help! Even against our better judemnet."
"Im' yer brother! Not a freaking cat! Get back here and face me like a turtle!"
"He's-"
"Alright! Enough!" shouted Leo, startling the cat. Klunck took a running jump off the table and shot across the living room, past Mikey and Raph, and up the stairs to Mikey's room.

Grumbling, Raph dropped onto the couch and picked up the remote. "I ain't the one shoutin' over da damn cat."
"You tackled me-!"
"Cuz' you dumped me on my shell!"
"Enough!" Leo shouted louder, shutting them both up. He came into the living room with crossed arms. "Enough already. You two have been at each others' throats for the past week. Either shut up or go to different rooms."
"Guess we're jus' a lil' stir crazy, bro. Sorry."
"Yeah, shread-head hasn't been driving us up the wall, and Hun hasn't made a move. Sorry, Leo."

"Yeah, well. Tomorrow, we head to Battle Nexus, remember? For the Damiyo's son's birthday celebration. So stop this constatnt fighting."
"That is right, my sons. Honor and decorum. Do not insult our friend, or disgrace our family.' Master Splinter came into the room, having finished his meditation.
"Yes, sensei." the four tutrles announced together.

Leonardo left the room to do his meditation, after making sure his brothers wouldn't start arguing again once his back was turned.

Once in his bedroom, he sat down with a small groan. Tommorrow, he'd meet up with Usagi. He was excited, rearing to go, but also reluctant. It wasn't that he and Usagi were on hard terms, in fact it was the exact opposite. They were so close, almost as close as brothers. It was that...just...he felt for Usagi. More so than he should. He knew his friend was straight. He had never showed any signs of liking the same sex and, in his time period, people got killed for that. He'd been crushing on his best friend for the past year or so. 'Damn, that is so sick. Usagi trusts me!' He thought angirly at himself.

He sat back, crossing his arms. He tried and tried, but no matter what he did, those dark imaginings refused to leave his mind. He had felt Usagi's fur on a few occasions, in the heat of battle, and he just wanted it under him, for his hands to explore. It was so soft, silky. He smelt like lillies and spice. 'I've turned into such a damn creeper if i know what he smells like!' he shook his head.

He wanted those eyes, those hauntingly beautiful eyes, the ones that saw into the deepest part of his soul, to widen as he...He slapped his forehead, skidding away from that train of thought as hurridly as he possible could. Usagi's eyes are a pale pink, the shade of a pink rose, but he often wore those contacts which change them to an aqua blue. 'He doesn't care much for his eye color...I don't see why not. They're beautiful and...arrguhh...this is going to be a long meditation.' he thought, straightening and trying to focus on his breathing.

I know its short, but its the first chapter.

Coming up,

the turtles meet up with Usagi

They have a lazy but intresting party

that night they are attacked and someone goes missing!

(Does anyone know what the Damiyo's son's name is?)