Chapter 1

The morning started pretty much as normal- well- normal for the past nine years. Mikey was busy in the kitchen frying eggs, pizza and whatever else he could find littered around. Donnie was in the lab, working on some new experiment, which sounded as if it evolved a flying car, while I was having an early morning sparing session by myself. Ten years ago- I cursed silently through each blow to my imaginary opponent- Leo would be here to spar with me. I told myself to shut up,, yet before I could stop it, the memories of my brother came flowing back. It was always the same on the anniversary of him leaving the lair. Ten years! I couldn't believe I'd been leading the team for that long. Leo would have been a better choice, but he left, so I had to take charge.

I stretched off, unable to focus for my next kata I decided to see what was on the TV. As I walked out of the dojo- I heard footsteps, fast approaching from the tunnels where the shell raiser, party wagon and the new all-terrain patrol buggy- christened shell roller by Mikey- were parked up. Pulling out my sias, I approached the doorway, crouching behind the wall, I prepared to strike.

I saw an oddly shaped foot in wrappings and leapt from my hiding place, sais already nearing the intruders face, yet to my surprise, a pair of gleaming swords clashed with my blades and as I caught the intruder's eye, I froze.

"Leo?" I bit back shock, not due to the new turtle looking like my absent brother- but because he looked like Leo did when he was around eleven.

The turtle paused, took in my face then pulled back his swords and bowed low.

"I am sorry, I faced many opponents in getting here- and do not fear-" he hastily looked up, "Not one followed me here."

"How can you be sure?" I questioned, realising that although this turtle looked a lot like Leo, wore blue like Leo and wielded swords like my brother- it wasn't him. There was no possible explanation.

"My father taught me about stealth and evading the enemy." He replied simply, sheathing his blades. I was about to follow suit when I saw the handles of the Katana. Gold hilt, red grip with black diamonds. I reached forward and took the hilt and before he could react, I pulled at the turtle's sword and not to my surprise; this revealed a small concealed knife.

I reached forward to grab the turtle by the throat, yet the kid snatched my hand in mid-air and twisted, forcing me to drop the knife and onto my knees.

"Please just hold on for a few seconds- allow me to explain myself."

I kicked out- hearing a satisfactory 'oof' as my foot collided with the turtle's shell.

"You don't need to explain." I twisted up, advancing on the kid again, "You've stolen my brother's swords!" I bellowed, feinting a strike to the head, then delivering one to the gut. This had no impact on the kid, who pressed down on a pressure point on my neck- forcing me to halt my attack, yet still remain upright.

"I told you- please listen to what I have to say!" the intruder released my pressure point and I rolled my neck to get some feeling back into it.

"Speak." I growled, still ready to fight.

"You're wearing a red bandana- no- hold back the sarcastic comments- which means you must be Uncle Raphael. You're mask symbolises anger, strength and the fire which burns inside you- your spirit." He paused.

I stared open mouthed at the boy-

"Did you just say-"

"Raph! What is going on! I can barely-" Donnie came up to Raph's side and looked down at the scene, "Who is this?" he asked, his eyes pinned on the swords.

"Purple bandana means intelligence and wisdom. You're Uncle Donatello."

"Yes I am." Donnie smiled proudly- glad that someone knew he was smart- then he realised what he had been called, "Wait- did you say-"

"And over there-" The turtle interrupted, gesturing to where Mikey had just emerged from the kitchen, "must be Uncle Michelangelo."

"Whatup?!" Mikey posed for a second before realising there was a forth turtle, "Who's this?"

I realised I needed to take control of the situation fast.

"So are you saying that-?"

"Yes." the turtle stated simply. "Leonardo is my father. I'm here because he needs your help."

DUNDUNDUN!

Leo has a son!

How's this happened?

Who's the mother?

What's the kid called?

How are the other's going to react?

What's Splinter going to say?

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LL99 OUT!