A/N Hello, again I'm really sorry for the slow updates and I'm sorry this chapter doesn't have that much in it, the next one should be a bit more interesting. I just wanted to get up what I have tonight while I have the chance. A huge thank to Musical ninja for helping me out and giving me ideas it was a huge help.
"BOY'S HURRY OR YOU'LL BE LATE." Came Yoshi's almost daily call.
Sighing Donatello shoved the last of his books into his back pack, before trudging downstairs. Mikey raced past him sliding down the banister hooting in delight, Hikari perched on his shoulder.
"Mikey!" He admonished as his brother nearly knocked Michiko of his shoulder, but his excitable brother paid no heed running out the door.
He sighed following suit; while he often scoffed at the notion of precognition something told him that today was not going to be a good day.
School was only a twenty minute walk away; they had that to be grateful for, their fathers beaten old 5 seater car could no longer transport all of them and their daemons like it once hand.
Ahead he could see Raphael laughing and jeering with his best friend Casey Jones. Someone Donatello could never understand the appeal of. The boy had the IQ of a door knob and the arrogance of a snob. But he could understand why Raph was fond of him. The pair were too peas in a pod. Even their daemons were similar a Staffie and a Rottweiler.
Michelangelo was animatedly chatting with one of his numerous friends Leatherhead (a nickname he presumed as he doubted the sanity of any parent naming their child Leatherhead, although Leatherhead definitely wasn't known for sanity.)
Himself and Leonardo walked together as usual, it was nice to be in his eldest brother's company he knew his brother had numerous friends he could walk with instead, but when asked his brother would smile and say "It's okay Donnie I see them enough in school, besides this our time." Normally the pair would walk in amicable silence, but today Leo had other plans.
"So Donatello, how's umm things?" He began awkwardly.
"Umm fine I guess"
"Good, Good. So how's that...thing you're working on.
"Great actually! I finally solved the connection problem I was having you see-
"That's great Don, you see the thing is Sensei has asked me to give you extra training so I was thinking maybe-
"WHOA! Wait What?!" He stopped dead in his tracks.
"Well you know you're a bit behind in training. Sensei has asked me to give you extra lessons." Leo tumbled his worlds.
"Why is he so insistent that I have to learn to fight? Why can't he just back off?" He ground out through gritted.
"Watch your tone Donatello." Warned his brother and Meiyo growled deeply.
"Why can't I have an opinion" he spat back.
"Spot acting like a spoilt brat."
"I will when you stop being Daddy's errand boy."
"Enough!" Leo roared and snatched his hand in a vice like grip "I don't know what's gotten into you and frankly I don't care. We owe Sensei everything. Without him we'd still be living on the streets. So you need to start showing a little more respect understood?" He hissed.
"Ow Yes! Let go!" He relented and Leo gave him one last calculating look before relinquishing his grip.
"Splinter junior." He muttered nastily.
"What was that?!"
"Nothing" he muttered.
The rest of the walk was horrible as both boys stewed bitterly, neither wanting to speak to the other. Their daemons remained silent in fear of breaking the uneasy truce.
Michiko literally sighed in relief when the pair parted ways at the school gates.
"Arsehole"
"Donnie!" Michiko gasped.
"What he is."
"You don't mean that." Donatello just snorted in response, he certainly felt that way currently.
Michiko remained firmly tucked into his collar, as the pair made their way their way through the packed school yard.
They didn't linger for long choosing to head to their first class; there was little else to do, it's not like they had any friends to talk to. Not that either them would know what to do if they ever had friends.
Instead they slipped through the packed corridors, head down to remain as invisible as possible. A particularly hard shove to his shoulder sent them sprawling, Donatello barely catching Michiko. His satchel flew open scattering his books on the floor. He hurriedly tried to gather them before people stood on them, getting his hand stomped on in the process.
He had gathered all but one of his books when a pair of trainers appeared in front of him. "Are you looking for this?"
Looking up Donatello gasped and staggered to his feet.
April O'Neil, by far the prettiest girl he'd ever seen stood in front of him, her fox daemon Revati besides her looking curiously at them.
"H-hello, um April, I mean hi" He stuttered helplessly almost dropping the books he just collected.
"Hi." She smiled and he grinned back, until she coughed gesturing to the book she holding out to him.
"Oh thank you." He chirped. Awkwardly taking his book back from her she smiled.
"You're welcome, Donnie. I'll see you in class." He could only stutter and gape at her retreating back.
"She knows my name." He whispered joyfully to Michiko who squealed happily.
"Phase one is complete."
"It's only taken 3 years but gah she knows my name."
He would never admit it but there was a definite spring in his step on his way to class.
Morning classes passed in their usual blur, while mathematics usually excited him, getting hold of new formulas and equations always did, lately all they had been doing is rehearsing the same stuff over and over again and he had finished within 15 minutes.
Science was much the same, leaving him to stare out of the window for the majority of the lesson until the bell rang for lunch.
Donatello hated lunchtime, as much as he insisted that he didn't need anyone other than Michiko, sitting on the fringes of Mikey's group of friends just emphasised that he was without any friends to call his own.
Taking his usual seat in the cafeteria he opened up his pack lunch, while some of Mikey's cooking concoctions were interesting for lack of better word he was glad to be tucking into some of Mikey's world class lasagne, but before he could even stick his fork in a hand landed heavily on his shoulder.
"Hey gap tooth!" came the obnoxious caterwaul that could come from one being.
Casey Jones. He'd been the bane of Donatello's existence since he and Raph became friends in middle school. For some reason the Puck head seemed to make it his mission to try and get a rise out of him, he was ashamed to say he often rose to his bait, for a Neanderthal he knew exactly what buttons to press.
His daemon Maia was no better the Rottweiler always tried to frighten Michiko usually pinning her with her giant paws.
"What do you want cave mouth?" he snarled and Michiko shifted into her Collie form, glaring at Maia.
"Me and Raph need some money."
"It's Raph and I genius, why are you coming to me?"
Casey shrugged "Leo already said no and Mikey blows all his on comics."
"What do you need it for? And what makes you think I've got any?" He snapped.
"Sorry that's on a need to know kinda basis and Dude you always have money, it's not like you even go anywhere to spend it."
That stung only because it hit so close to home, he stood. "Listen Cave mouth I'm not going to give you and Raph money just so you could waste on some stupid scheme like buying fake ID's."
"How did you know?"
"I didn't! I was guessing!"
"Whatever man, what is your problem? Why have you got to be a bummer about everything?" Casey punctuated his points poking Donatello roughly in the chest. Both daemons were snarling at each other although made no move.
"You're my problem! You idiot! Why can't you just leave me alone?" He shoved Casey shoulder and the punk's expression darkened.
" Raph was right you are just a pathetic nerd." With one final shove he sent Donatello sprawling back against the table, landing hard on something that snarled.
Something leathery...
Jumping back to his feet he could clearly see the snarling crocodile lashing out with its tail and jaws.
Before he could even fumble out an apology he was eclipsed by a massive shadow.
Leatherhead towered over him enraged.
"I-I -I'm really sorr-" was all could manage before a giant hand snagged his hair and slammed his head against the table.
His vision blurred and his ears rang but he was sure he could hear those around him shouting and screaming.
His head was jerked back before being slammed down once more this time there was nothing but darkness that greeted him.
