WARNING: TCEST! Don't like it? DONT READ IT!

DISCLAIMER: I do no own the turtles. If I did, there would be so much more Donnie

He watched as the bucket of Orange paint tipped, spilling its contents all over the unprepared turtle, fits of giggles erupting from the shadows shortly after. The faint silhouette of Michelangelo could be seen through the darkness, and he was sure that the Red clad turtle could see him too.

"HAHAHAHAHA! YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE!" Mikey teased, causing the older turtle's rage to boil to the surface.

He sighed. When will you learn Michelangelo.

"MIKEY!" Raph screamed, tearing through the lair as his little brother fled, both laughing and screaming in fright. It wasn't long till the red branded turtle caught up with the young prankster, giving him a particularly painful looking noogie. Raph then took off to the showers to wash off the orange paint before it began to stain his emerald green skin.

the skin I love.

"Mikey? Where's Raph?" The blue clad turtle asked as he made his way into the living area, his grey pools scanning over the destroyed room. "Did you dump paint on his head again?" In response, the younger turtle burst out laughing again. "I'll take that as a yes then." Leo said with amusement tinting his voice. "How many times is he going to fall for that?"

"I don't know 'bro. He's never been the smart one. that's D-" The little turtle cut himself off, a look of confusion crossing his face.

his heart began to beat faster in his plastron. No. Its only been three years! i would expect their memories starting to return at the ten year mark! not now! please not no-

"Your job." Mikey finished with a smile, sticking his tongue out at his oldest brother. "Its your job to be the smart one." both turtles laughed, the slight confusion completely forgotten as they laughed together, completely unaware of their observer.

Oh how it hurt to see his brothers play, laugh and fight everyday, and not be with them... Not enjoy those moments with them like a true family... No, he had to watch them from afar, like some crazy stalker... And he hated it...

Never before had Don ever though he could resent something as much as he hated this... The stupid emotions that caused the whole situation... Why couldn't he just block them out?... Because at this point... He would give anything to live through the pain of loving them, just to have his family and friends remember him... Just to live through their experiences together as a family once again...

Oh how much he hated himself...

He turned from the screen, throwing the cold coffee filled mug across the room, winching as the sound of glass shattering echoed throughout his new home. It had been three years since he had performed the mind trick to make his brothers forget that he ever existed, and he had done nothing but suffer in silence... He had not spoken more than a few sentences in that time, and even those were only small ramblings about his inventions...

Don suspected that he had gone slightly crazy, not having anyone to talk to or confide in. He also suspected that his voice box was temporarily out of commission since he hadn't used it in a while, but none of that mattered... Its not like he had anyone to talk to anyway... Its not like he was needed... He was just there... A being of sorrow that roamed the earth, his only purpose to protect his brothers.

There had been a few occasions where he had hopped in on his brothers lives, unbeknownst to them. Back when they had been a full team, Don had been the one to take down security in certain places to make sure they went unnoticed. Whether that be by their enemy or by any other human being. So naturally, None of his brothers thought about how to disassemble security systems, deciding instead to work around them, which was a big no no when it came to fighting.

Don couldn't count the number of times that he had listened in on the plans his brothers created against the foot, and he had decided to step in. All of the security systems he had hacked into and the number of videos he had deleted to keep his brothers presence's in the dark.

But that never bothered him... No, in fact... It gave him reassurance that he could still be of use to his family, crazy or not... He could help them, even if they didn't know it, and still feel proud of himself.

There had also been times that he had gone out to the surface and trailed his brothers, using his knowledge of them to stay off their radar. During those few times that his brothers had been ambushed, he had silently stepped in, taking a few of the straglers, lessining the burden for his brothers in any way he could. It wasn't much, but it was the only thing he could do... The only thing that gave his life meaning.

Don watched as the coffee that had grown cold long ago slowly dripped down the wall, creating a mess that he would inevitably have to clean up later. With an angered growl, he stood and made his way to the makeshift dojo. Lately he had been needing to blow off the steam hat never seemed to leave his system. Was this how Raph felt when his anger built up?

Gripping his bô tightly in his pale olive coloured hands as he went through the various katas Maser Splinter had taught his brothers earlier, Making sure that he would keep up with them, even if it cost him his much needed sleep.

Between inventing new security measures to secretly install into his old lairs systems, training vigorously to keep up with his brothers, watching and listening in for any of his brothers plans against their enemies, and hacking into his enemies' systems to be sure that they were not trying to ambush or attack his siblings, Don had very little time for the useless things such as eating and sleeping.

It was no shock to anyone that when Don lived with his family, he was constantly reminded to take breaks to eat and sleep. If they hadn't done that, Don was sure that he would have collapsed from exhaustion time and time again... Just like he often found himself doing now. As much as he hated it, sleep was something that the body required and could take within any given moment if you were tired enough, and Don often found himself at war with his own body about what was best for him.

How ironic it was, that a little over three years ago, he would have thought that someone being at war with their own body was obscured and could be considered crazy... But now he found himself in that kind of war every damn day. It was seriously egging on his nerves.

Once he was sure that he had completed the kata correctly and had it down to memory, Don placed his bô onto his back, sliding it into his belt. He knew he needed some more mechanical equipment, so he had been planning to go out tonight to pick up the stuff. Neither of his brothers or his father had mentioned anything about going out tonight. Usually Don would just bring his shell cell, which was connected to the cameras in the lair, and listen in on their conversations. Just in case something changed.

But tonight Don just felt like walking his problems away. To just go through the junkyard without his mind being split in between searching and listen to his brothers every word. He just wanted to feel free... He could have that moment... Couldn't he?

Once everything that he needed was placed into his trusty duffel bag, Don set out into the sewers and to the junkyard. Completely unaware of the Three others who had though a simple trip to the junkyard was pretty appealing too.

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