Pairing: Mikey/One of his brothers.


Worth Your Love

Chapter 2: Changing Chains

It was like a limb was missing, you can feel it, know it should be there. Only to be faced with the reality when you look, and see it's truly gone.

That's how it felt without their brother.

Every time they expected a reply, turned, mouth-opened to speak, and found, and heard nothing. Made that missing limb throb sharply with a deep unhealable pain.

Mikey wasn't with them.

He was back home, with the them then, six months into the past.

Their Mikey, was trapped. Trapped on a ship, most likely being tortured for information at best, at worst, dead. Neither scenario they wanted to think about, more so then the fact that if (not if, when, never if.) they succeed in their mission, there is still a good chance they will lose their baby brother.

It hurt to think about.

~.~

Zeno is the only one who knew his real name, the large Triceraton promising to keep it secret, and sacred. Along with every story of his brothers, Papa, friends, and his home.

Mikey found a comfort in that.

A strength.

A hope

~.~

It's his fifth year, and Taiga is standing next to his Master's throne, nervous in a way he had only felt during his first years here. Suddenly the door opened, and Mozar came in leading two guards. Chained, and walking between them, was Zeno.

Taiga does not fidget, or rush over when his old friend is forced onto his knees when brought before Zanramon, though he very much wanted to.

"Zeno, you have been brought before me for your crimes of treason." Zanramon said after a long moment.

The look on the prisoner's face told all what he thought of that, thankful he stayed silent.

"Do you have anything to say in your defense?" The Emperor asked.

"I stand by my words." Zanramon said.

"….Very well, I hereby sentence you to death, effective immediately."

"Master."

Taiga doesn't flinch when eyes turned to him, but it's close, especially when he felt the low anger coming from his Master.

"….Will you not spare Zeno?" Taiga braved on, "he has been nothing, but loyal up to this point."

"And what would you have me do?"

The low anger had simmered down to something like curiosity, and a little amusment. Taiga is quiet, very much aware off everyone in the room watching him, including Zeno.

"Zeno is a strong, and a great warrior. It would be a shame, to execute him, when he could be of better use in the Tri-Arena. Fighting for yours, and the people's entertainment."

There is a tense silence as every waited for the Emperor's answer, when he does speak, it's with something like amusement, and a little fondness. "It seems my little Taiga has a soft spot for you, Zeno."

Zeno said nothing, just continued to stare at the Emperor.

"I suppose I can amuse him this once, instead of being executed, you will fight in the Arena until you die, or I say otherwise."

That day, Taiga learned something very important. Zanramon was very fond of him, and that could be used to his advantage.

Taiga had just spread his legs, ready for his Master, when there was a knock on the door.

"This had better be good," Zanramon growled as he got out of bed, not even bothering to cover up. "What!?" He snarled when the door opened.

The guard, startled, and surprised by the Emperor's appearance, hesitated. A growl however, sprung him into action. "We have intruders Emperor, the terrapins from before."

Zanramon's darken expression turned into one of surprise.

"Mozar is pursuing them as we speak," the guard continued.

"Join him." Zanramon ordered.

"Yes, Emperor."

Zanramon closed the door, and Taiga is there, dressed, and holding out the Trisection's robe. "Shall I join the pursuit Master?" Taiga asked as his Master dressed.

"No," was his answer as Zanramon went to his desk, Taiga followed.

After sitting down, the Triceraton brought up the security cameras, zooming in on the second screen when he spotted the intruders. Silently, they watched the three terrapins fight, and run from Mozar, and his men, Taiga taking note of how his Master had starting leaning forward, something beyond curiosity in his eyes. Eventually the three became trapped into the air-lock. A foolish move on their part, as Mozar ordered from the other door to be opened, and the intruders be dumped out into the black void of space. Slowly.

There was panic, as expected, however it quickly turned to calmness as the eldest instructed them.

"Sendou Jutsu," Taiga thought, something swelled in him at remembering, it has been so long since he's felt it, that he had forgotten its name, and he pushed away before it could consume him.

"Master," Taiga finally spoke up, "may I make a suggestion?"

"What is it?" His Master said, not looking away from the screen.

"Why not stop the execution?"

Zanramon does turn, expression unreadable, but no anger. "And why should I do that?"

"They are obviously very skilled fighters, surely it would be better to have them perish in the Arena then this. If nothing else, they will make excellent entertainment for the people."

"They are indeed skilled," Zanramon hummed, "however, I am curious if your mercy is because they look like you, or because you know them."

"Master has known me to be merciful before."

"Zeno is an expected, and understandable exception." Zanramon is thoughtfully silent after that, finally he leaned back against his chair. "Perhaps you are right, and they do intrigue me none the less. Maybe if they survive the Arena, they could be of use to me."

The execution was delayed, and Taiga's brothers were taken to the Tri-Arena.

~.~

When he was told what he was expected to do, Mikey freaked out. So much so, that he had a panic attack. Zeno was surprisingly patient, and gentle as he helped the terrapin through it, and even let the turtle fall asleep on him when he cried himself to exhaustion.

"I would advise you not to escape, for your punishment will not be pleasant," Zeno said when he caught Mikey trying to escape the next day, "not from me." He then added when Mikey stared wide-eyed up at him, "But the Emperor, he is not what one would call kind."

Mikey tried to escape several times, and he is caught each time, thankfully by Zeno. He is caught by the Emperor, only once, the Triceraton didn't punish him, mostly more amused then upset. He did give Mikey a warning though. Zeno punished him by making work in the kitchen for the whole day.

A month later, the youngest of the Hamato clan changed his plan, and began his training.

Taiga gasped, his hands twisting into the sheets as his Master fucked into him, the grip on him pulled him back hard, and fast into the thrusts. Zanramon growled deep in his throat as he got closer, pushing in harder, and deeper.

"Master," Taiga mewled.

A snarl, one finally push, and the terrapin was being filled with cum. Panting, Taiga laid there on his front, not even making a sound when Zanramon pulled out.

"Clean up," he was ordered, "the fight with the terrapins will begin soon."

"Yes, Master."

Still shaky, Taiga moved from the bed as his Master went into the Triceraton's private bath. As the Emperor cleaned up, Taiga went over to the wash table in the corner specifically for him. Using the washrag, Taiga reached between his legs, and cleaned himself with practice ease.

He then left the room, and across to his own personal one to get ready. He took a bath, knowing he had enough time for it. Afterward, he got ready. He took out his outfit, it was pretty much a dress. White, and upper thigh length, with two slits at the side that did a little peek-a-boo when he walked, the back was open for his shell, and a hole for his tail, the straps went up, around his neck, and tied off in a bow with the tails almost reaching the middle of his carapace.

He put on his golden leg wraps, wrapping his middle toes then up in crisscross patterns and tying them off into bows at his thighs. His right arm was for his specially designed arm band. Finally, his paint, a bronze color that brought out his eyes, painted around, and elegantly swirled at the ends.

He looked exotic, alluring, something he knew his Master enjoyed when he prided him around. Telling all that this creature, belonged to the Emperor, and all you could do was look.

Done, Taiga headed back to his Master's room, and was waiting just as his Master came out the bathroom, he helped his Master get dressed, then they were leaving the room to the Arena, Taiga a step behind his Master, two guards slipping quietly behind them. When they arrive, Mozar greeted them, eyes lingering on Taiga, before all three turned their attention to the starting game.

~.~

"I think I preferred the air-lock," Leo thought with a grimace as he and his brothers stepped out, and into the arena.

Overhead, the announcer introduced them, "Fellow saurians, subjects of the Empire. We had new contestants for today's games. For the first time ever in the Tri-Arena, I give you: The Adolescent Alien Warrior Terrapins."

To the turtles surprise, instead of booing, there were curious murmurs, which none of them could make out. The murmuring is silenced, and the three turn toward the source.

"Warriors," said the large Triceraton, obviously the leader, and voice booming, "you will perish for your treachery. However, I grant you the chance to win your freedom, through the glory of battle."

The crowd cheered at this, the surprise, and shock of aliens that were the same race as their beloved Taiga was replaced with the chance of watching what they hoped to be a good fight. On the other hand, the three turtles were not listening, or even paying attention to them, or the large Triceraton.

Their eyes were focused on one person, and one person only.

Sitting next to the leader's throne, in a smaller chair, and staring straight at them was a turtle like them. And though it's been a long time, dressed very differently, and with an expression that was so wrong. They would know him anywhere, know a brother.

Michelangelo.

~.~

With no memories, or screens separating them, Taiga expected…..something upon seeing his brothers.

Alive, and real.

He felt, nothing.

It was odd, and a bit worrisome, especially after he stopped them from being sucked out the air-lock, his curiosity about them, and that small feeling of hope he had felt.

There was still nothing when the other gate opened, and the Spasmosaur started to come through. And his brothers, obviously rattled by seeing him, prepared themselves, bodies going tight and fearful upon seeing the beast.

His brothers win.

Something that greatly amused his Master, "They fight better than expected, perhaps you were right after all Taiga."

"Pure luck, sire." Mozar scoffed.

"Is that jealousy I detect Admiral?" Taiga teased, turning a little to look at him.

Mozar huffed, and grumbled, Zanramon chuckled. Taiga smiled just a bit, before turning to pour his master a drink, pausing when he heard a guard gain the Admiral's attention.

"The Fugitoid, and two primates, I don't know how they got past security."

"They must be here to rescue their mutant comrades. A mistake."

Taiga continued pouring the drink, then handed it to his Master, well aware of his brothers being taken away from the booing crowd, and back to their cell.

~.~

"…..That was Mikey."

Leo looked away from the stone wall, to his youngest sibling. Donnie had curled up in a corner after they had been shoved in, and had said not a word. None of them had.

All three lost in thought.

They had found their baby brother.

"That was really Mikey." Donnie's voice trembled a little, but there was hope too. Then his brows furrowed in confusion, "But, why is he here? Up there?"

"You speak of Honorable Taiga." Came the deep voice of their prison neighbor, Zeno.

"Taiga?" Leo spoke up.

"It is what the Emperor, and everyone else calls him, it means river in our language."

"His name is Michelangelo," this came from Raph, his tone soft, with a hidden layer of danger.

"I am aware of it, and as did he, once. However, I am afraid, time has made him forget."

"The Emperor, I'm assuming was the guy Mikey, and Mozar were next too. What is he to Mikey?" Donnie questioned, it was a hesitated question, as though he knew the answer but was afraid to hear it aloud.

"Don't be fooled, Taiga is nothing more than a Slave to the Emperor at best, and a toy to use, and toss away once done with, at worst."

Something cold, and terrible washed over the turtles, slowly like a simmer. It's replaced with anger, determination, and a plan.

They were escaping, with the black generator piece, and more importantly, with their baby brother.

~.~

Taiga had just finished pouring his Master's another cup, when the Fugitoid is brought in, and shoved at his feet.

"Professor Honeycutt, welcome." Zanramon grinned.

Taiga found himself paying little mind to the two, as his brothers are once again brought out. They look in his direction, Taiga blinked, and looked away, placing the jug in its place, and sitting down. When Zeno joined the ring, Taiga smiled a little.

The turtles are obviously shocked, and the battle seem more one-sided then anything, though Zeno was obviously holding back just a bit. When Zeno had Leo pinned down, and ready to deliver the final blow, Taiga knew it was going to be over.

His heart was suddenly pounding in his chest.

Zeno hesitated.

Zanramon noticed, "Do it Zeno," he ordered as he stood, "finish them. And you will have earned your freedom."

Taiga got out of his seat, stood next to his Master, and mouth open to say something, anything; before his brain could catch up. However, he didn't have to do any of that, for Zeno's large hammer was suddenly flying through the air, and hitting his Master's throne.

The chanting crowd went quiet, all staring wide at the hammer stuck in the mostly destroyed throne. Slowly, Taiga looked away from the weapon to the one who had thrown it.

"You dare!" Zanramon snarled.

"These are honorable beings." Zeno said, indicating to the three turtles, "We are here because we wish the Heart of Darkness destroyed. But you would use it like some cowardly Kraang!"

"Destroy him!"

It's chaos after that, guards emerging, and surrounding the turtles, and Zeno who quickly fought them off, much to the crowd's enjoyment . On instinct, Taiga slipped into the shadows, while Mozar moved closer to the Emperor.

Meanwhile, Donnie hotwired one of the flying cameras while his brothers, and Zeno watched his back, once done he, and his brothers climb aboard, and head straight for their brother, Emperor and the Fugitoid.

"Surprise!" Leo grinned when they came face to face with a startled Mozar, all three jumping up, and over him, heading straight for the Emperor.

The plan was to take him hostage so they could get out of here, that plan was thrown out the window when Raph who had been the first to get close, was thrown back, and nearly into Leo.

"Mikey," Donnie said softly, hands freezing at the last second for his staff.

Their brother stood protectively in front of the Triceraton leader, weapon drawn and poised. For a brief moment, Donnie wondered where his brother could have kept them, before more pressing matters took his attention.

Namely, Taiga.

"Mikey." Raph said, something tight in his voice as his green eyes stared at his brother.

Taiga said nothing, eyes narrowing just slightly when Raph took a step forward.

"Taiga," Zanramon ordered, "get rid of them."

Taiga came at them, fast. Leo barely had time to bring up his katanas to block, and push his brother back, and away. Taiga came at him again, this time going low, and knocking Leo off his feet, the older turtle is able to twist his body into doing a flip, and landing right back on his feet.

"Wah!" Leo yelped as he ducked, vaguely aware of his two brothers keeping Mozar at bay, and the Emperor watching it all with glee.

"Mikey, please stop!" Leo ducked, and blocked again, "I don't want to fight you!"

He doesn't get an answer, just another attack to which he blocked, and ended up with their weapons locked. His brother tried to push him back again, only this time Leo wasn't moving. He was going to get through to his brother, his brother was coming with them. No, ifs, ands, or buts, about it.

"Taiga!"

It was Zeno, the guards had been defeated, and didn't look like the reinforcements were arriving anytime soon. Taiga doesn't move, or even do anything to acknowledge the Trice ration, eyes locked onto his brother. Yet, Zeno kept on speaking. " Taiga, no, Michelangelo. Stay your hand. He, and the others are not your enemy, but your brothers. The same ones you have told me countless stories of, the ones you have always admired. Who have given you hope and strength once when your own became lost. They are fighting, and willing to continue fighting for you."

Taiga pushed at his brother, body shifting in a familiar way to Leo. The eldest, also shifted his stance, preparing. Zeno spoke again.

"You believed once that they would bring home, do so again."

…..There is was, the small spark in those wrong, so, so, wrong blue eyes. It was something, and it gave Leo hope. With a grunt, Leo shifted, and pushed hard, causing his brother to stumble, and allow him to move back.

"Mikey," He said to him, katana dropping to the ground. Taiga started at them, then up back at Leo. Eyes going just a little wide, when the other turtle starting taking steps toward him.

This was a big risk, a very big risk, but it was worth it. Anything to get his brother back was. When he stopped, he was inches from his brother, who looked very much confused, and very much lost.

Leo smiled, soft, gentle, and only for his baby brother. "Little Brother," he held out his hand, "it's time to go."

There was much in that moment, much said, and unsaid. And all circled back to Taiga, who slowly took hold of his big brother's hand.


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