Alright here is chapter one. Each chapter update will be around a month or so update so that I can edit correctly.

So please point out anything that might be wrong so I can fix it. Thank you! Enjoy


Chapter two

Michelangelo felt the tug at his body. The feeling of hands prying into something wet, pulling at his clothing to drag him free of the sticky, wet cocoon he was tightly bound in. He didn't want to leave the world where 'his family' were having so much fun being so tightly bound in unison.

Michelangelo's eyes opened without his desire as they looked up to stare into Leonardo's glowing blue eyes. A smile lifted the corners of his brothers beak, it had been years since Leonardo smiled so lovingly at him. Michelangelo felt his brother's arms easily lifted Michelangelo's body up before the younger turtle gave a startled call as he couldn't walk right. Though the younger, now awake, turtle looked down at the clothing Michelangelo was now adorned with. Even though it was only cloth it felt like metal had been piled heavily onto his body.

"Michelangelo?" The casual use of his name brought his eyes to his brother again. "Come on, we need to get you home." Leonardo's hands felt like flower petals against Michelangelo's skin as he wrapped the weakened arm over the sturdy shoulders.

"What..." Michelangelo's throat felt parched, his eyes slowly tilted to closing again as he felt how exhausted he was, but the small rumbling from his stomach made him realize his time in the cocoon was longer than he anticipated. He scanned around the room, they were back in the graduating hall, finding empty cacoons scattered around like a spiders feeding ground. He shivered as he drew into his brother finding that he had been one in here, in those things.

Leonardo gave a soft snort of a laughter before Michelangelo gasped turning his full attention to his brother again. Leonardo seemed different. Leonardo was acting as if Michelangelo wasn't... wasn't what? Leonardo never showed this side to Michelangelo not even when they announced that Michelangelo might be killed one day if he ever became a dusk.

Other families would have cried, held him close... Michelangelo sighed before he looked down at his feet. He really wished he understood Leonardo better.

Michelangelo had always enjoyed running around the halls, through the mystic protals, but he had always feared the trouble being so free willed would cause. He had been told, so many times he forgot how many in one day how troublesome it was for others around him and how it made him 'odd' in their eyes. His eyes now, so down cast that the floor could have been nonexistent as the world around. He had not listened to Leonardo talking, to the passing scenery, but when he felt his legs hitting something making him fall forward splashing around in water before turning around looking at his ever annoyed brother he took the time to see again.

"Have you even heard a word I was telling you?" Leonardo throw a bar of soap at Michelangelo who dodge a bit of panic now settling into his face and body. "I'll repeat it then," Michelangelo's eyes grew an inch. Leonardo repeating what he had said was fear in duced horror.

" I said, 'We'll be spending a lot more time together, maybe, so that you can learn the rightful colors. To stand against the Dusks as not only my brother but my fellow fighter.' Now, I'll bring you a towel so you can shower and change before you come out to get some food..." Leonardo turned around suddenly his face growing bright red, "NOT IN FRONT OF ME!"

Michelangelo blinked before looking down at his bare chest, it wasn't Leonardo's first time seeing him shirtless... Leonardo had always been stoic about wearing proper uniform or being alone when ready for showers and the like. He gave a sigh at his eldest brother apologizing before he closed the shower curtain watching his brothers shadow turn slightly at the noise.

"As I was saying before," Leonardo coughed a few times clearing his throat. "You will also be taught the proper conduct that suits our class. Weapons and magic training will begin and also you will be doing the basic grunt work for a while."

"Leonardo," Michelangelo said after he had stripped of all his clothing, "What about my new clothing?" he held them in his arm before Leonardo spluttered obviously not having thought of the 'wet' clothing.

Leonardo went silent before Michelangelo heard something crinkle and he looked up to see a basket being tossed over the bar into his face. He yelped in surprise before falling back down causing the water to ripple flowing over the edge of the tub before he felt his head pounding. Leonardo... Leonardo...

"Are you okay, Michelangelo?" Leonardo asked moving a bit back, "Uh... if you're still among those awake... put your clothing in the basket and I'll take it out when I bring back your towel." Leonardo nervously said stepping to the door in a slight rush to escape the room.

Michelangelo waited for the door to close to laugh as he pulled the basket off his head to look at the ceiling pushing forth his magic to dim the lights making the ceiling turn into a starlight scene. His smile grew sad as he felt a few tears falling down his face. He had lost a small amount of freedom when he graduated.

"How long ago was that?" Michelangelo said standing up pulling the curtain back and stepping out of the bath to properly place the clothing and basket in the place Leonardo always placed his own clothing when he had showered.

His eyes closed as he turned back to the shower seeing the water shimmering slightly orange before turning pitch black while a small sphere rose from the water making his eyes wide all the while he pulled back trying to find something to cover himself up with. He was in the nude and now of all times was no time for one of his friends to summon him or be summoned to him!

"Is this thing on?" Charles's nose appeared in the water before it zoomed out, "Hey... Why are you naked?" Charles chuckled out before the orb spun around and a low whistle came from his lips before the orb was back on Michelangelo who was covering up with one of his wet garments pressed to his nether regions.

"Do you NOT know how to buzz?" he asked walking forward whispering all the while. "Keep your voice down so my brother doesn't hear you! I am NOT going to be put in confines because of your idiocy." Michelangelo gave a soft sigh before walking into the water and dropped the shirt to the ground where it hit with a squelch sound making Michelangelo's stomach slightly turn.

"So..." Charles' eyes didn't leave Michelangelo as Michelangelo moved to the middle of the room sized bathtub.

"Are you rich?"

Of all the things his friend could say... that was not the first that was among them. He turned his eyes up, the orange illuminating his face and slick body a bit, before he picked up the sponge and began to wash, "If you must ask, yes in a way I am."

Again Charles gave a whisper as the orb began to shift into a familiar human form before a small splash was heard where Charles blinked even giving a small chuckle to see Michelangelo's face grow slack and he turned around, "What are you doing! Did you over charge it!"

"I think so... sorry, huh... how do I get back?" of all the things he ever heard his classmate say about the magical essence and law this had to take the cake. To make a portal and not know how to keep the magic at a minimal, separate the transportation of it all... could he be that stupid?

"You need to do the same spell." Michelangelo pointed out turning around his cheeks a bit pink. "And turn it into a transportation spell. That is what you did last time."

Charles smiled as he nodded his red flower and eyes glowing a bit brighter. Michelangelo had always known Charles would be a good fighter but he didn't want his friend to be in his bathroom, soaking wet, with his usual dressings, red due to his class, to be skin tight against his body.

Michelangelo turned his head again one hand above his chest resting on his shoulder while trying to hide as much of himself as he could. His other hand was below the water keeping 'that' area from view even though the dark kept that as it was.

"You okay?" Michelangelo's neck snapped up his head flying over to look at his friends looming muscular build. His blackish brown short cut hair dripping with water and his mussle pulled in a worried line. "Ah, sorry again for just popping in on you when you were bathing... I didn't... you know... mean to peep or anything."

"I... I know." Michelangelo turned his body a bit, "Just... leave before my brother comes in and starts spouting out his normal nonsense."

"Well, I would, but I didn't cast that spell. I touched the orb and ... over charged it, but I didn't cast it." Michelangelo should have figured! Charles had always received minimal marks in magic casting. He couldn't use a simple wind charm let alone a complicated energy consuming portal. Even he had problems keeping one stable for longer than five minutes.

"I'll cast you one, but... could you turn around, this is embarrassing being naked." Charles chuckled before leaning in a bit, "What are... you ...doing?" Michelangelo spluttered as Charles raised one of Michelangelo's arms.

"You're a lot thinner than your brother." if his mouth could have dislocated from his jaw Michelangelo knew it would be at the bottom of the pool. How could his friend insinuate he was more... feminine then his brother who wore such revealing clothing! "It's kinda cute in the way you're blushing."

"And you're going to end up falling to the dusks!" Michelangelo turned back around yanking his hand out of Charles's grip before he began to cast. His skin slightly glowing, his flower over against the wall shining illuminating the room brighter, and his necklace rose slightly against his chest before he saw the portal rising up from the water. He pictured one of the most public places but opted against it and thought of where his friend must have came from.

Two options hit him: Charles house or Emily's. Either way his friend would be in safe hands.

"Michelangelo," Leonardo's voice came from the door as it slowly began to open. Michelangelo's concentration stopped making the water return normal with a bit of a splash. His head whipped around looking at the door open wider before he grabbed Charles, who blinked, before pushing him to stand in front of Michelangelo's chest.

"Go under the water!" Michelangelo said eyes huge with fear. "DON'T come up until I drag you up!"

Charles looked over at the door nodding, he understood the situation. He might slack on the moral code often but with one as high in the ranks and a black cloth Dawn soon to enter the room where his baby brother was showering, naked, with another person in the bath... yeah, that was against the rules and an early death for both parties whether they were participating or not.
Charles took a deep breath as he went under the water, his hands reaching out grabbing Michelangelo's legs, who blushed as Charles meshed his face against his lower plastron, an area Michelangelo knew very well was going to infuriate his brother if he saw this scene.

Leonardo's head popped out the door before he looked over blinking before turning his head, "Close the curtain, Michelangelo, showering is suppose to be private not for the world to see! What if a Dusk were to walk in here? Or some of the other blacks." He walked in lifting up the clothing, sighing at his brother's mess, before placing it in the basket. "And why are the lights off? It's bad to shower without the magical glow."

"L-Leonardo, I just wanted them off." Michelangelo turned his head the grip from Charles arms tightening and he felt something rush through him as his friend nuzzled his face into his crotch, he might be a turtle and with his sexual organs inside hidden but that didn't mean that a bit of pressure right there combined with how... awkward... wouldn't make him feel like that.

A sin. That was what was happening now with Charles. This emotion was a sin to feel without the elders blessings for his mate or given a mate if the elders deemed it was demanded of him.

"Are you okay?" Leonardo moved slightly closer to look at his brother wondering if something might be bothering him.

"I'm fine, just... can you leave so I... can bathe?" Leonardo blushed turning around mumbling 'Yes yes' in a fast manner, a towel left on the table with fresh white clothing from his school days, before he was out the door with it closing with a small click.

Michelangelo sighed relaxing his muscles before he felt his body being lifted into the air, a loud gasp from lungs to inhale air, and he looked down gripping his friend's arms to support himself as Charles said with each deep pant, "You're very skinny and light."

Michelangelo blushed harder as he slightly struggled to get free, "Well Thank You for pointing that out!"

He struggled harder, "Let me -!" he felt Charles slowly lower him as Charles face rubbed against his plastron and his arms sliding up the sensitive skin on his flesh sides holding his shell and plastron together from falling off.

"Something wrong?" Charles set Michelangelo down who turned panting a bit at the strange feeling, not unwelcomed but not wanted again. "Ah... Michelangelo?"

"Next time... don't cling to me." Michelangelo turned around feeling more like a girl stuck in a sinful situation. "And visit through the front door, this ... is sinful."

Charles shook his head the fur splattering water in all directions, "Yeah, will do." he yawned a bit, "Well, you sending me home or am I heading out through the front door?"

Michelangelo hissed in anger before rechanneling the spell. His friend at most times was annoying and rather brash but he did feel a small chuckle in the back of his throat because he also was one who was like Michelangelo. Different.

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The clothing, he never noticed before, always showed how thin he was. It was Leonardo who always shopped for him because his brother rejected any idea that Michelangelo wore color thus it was black or white. He sighed walking out of the bathroom spotting the dishes on the table with fresh food.

Leonardo sat already in his chair looking at his flower like he did every night. Michelangelo sat down, bowing his head thanking the light for his food and his brother for preparing it.

"Michelangelo?" Leonardo asked as Michelangelo was halfway through dinner.

"Yes, brother?" Michelangelo set his chopsticks down looking up at his brother.

"Who was in the bath with you?" Michelangelo's face paled as he looked at his brother a weak grin followed by a chuckle came from him as he turned his head to the left.

"I don't know what you're talking about." he stuttered out even as the glare from Leonardo grew at how annoyed he was from the obvious lie. Michelangelo moved back a bit so he had room to run as Leonardo also moved slightly. The sound of his brother getting up made his arms tighten gripping his knees along with the fabric clenched in his hands.

"Michelangelo," Leonardo's voice was stern as he walked across the small table to his brother, "why were you taking a bath with another person?"

Michelangelo bit his lip eyes searching the floor trying to piece together his words so that he could perfectly explain the situation and the conditions that often happened around why Charles usually came and talked to him. Charles always did this, always contacted him...

"Michelangelo." Leonard's voice dropped down, the murderous tone so evident that Michelangelo's scales slowly stood on end and he lifted his eyes his head not moving the down position. His eyes rested on the middle of Leonardo's chest. "Did you two do anything while I was not in there."

Michelangelo's eyes widened as his jaw slowly fell down as his head snapped up shaking 'No' in a wild movement. His heart pounded in his chest as Leonardo squatted down, Michelangelo's head and eyes following, "Do they do this often?"

"No!" Michelangelo didn't mean to shout, his eyes closing expecting his brother to yell at him about the proper tone to use inside a building. "I mean... no, this is the first time he's tried... a spell like that... he just charged it too much making it a transpor...tation... spell." Michelangelo turned his head down for the third time eyes squeezed close his body tense before Leonardo's presence left in front of him. The slamming of a door made Michelangelo jump falling out of the chair and he looked at the door before taking deep heavy breaths to calm his heart.

What... happened?

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The mirror, crystallized water, shown in front of him slightly see through to see the vibrant view of the marble floors and the five star pillars that climbed high in the library. He had came through the portal created after the urgent message from Emily involving Charles. He had been surprised to hear from Emily, he had gotten wind only two days after he woke up she had been transferred to a different district in the Fall land.

Now, the crystallized water slowly melting into a orb he lifted up a vial as crystal water filled it up before he put it back into his bag. He took a deep breath and started walking around tentatively. He couldn't hear anything but his heart started beating as many students of various ages looked at him.

Yes, he had taken to wearing his uniform like his brother but it wasn't because he wanted to. The first day he had opted for normal clothing but Leonardo sent him back into his room making sure he came out dressed in his proper gear. Something about getting use to the weight and the full extent of the gifted outfit.

Unlike his brother, whose outfit would be considered a sin if it was regular cloth, the angels had gifted Michelangelo the black cloth that covered him from head to toe. His shoes were nearly plan cloth like the medics providing him swifter movements. The folds of his fabric in his pants tucked in by light thin leather stips cut thin into threads.

The pants were loose from the waste below yet tight just below the knee. They suited him, more then he had ever thought would because even his brothers was a pain for Michelangelo to even bare looking at. It was the same with most other blacks he had been meeting with the last day and a half.

His shirt was long sleeved the fabric trailing down to reach slightly below his waist. The collar reached to his chin the fabric buttoned up from the inside the thin line could be seen as the magic kept that hidden unlike any traces that many normal fabric would have.

A thin woven thread wrapped around his waist, loose yet oddly strong to tie his pants up. Though on more than one occasion he had to pull them up because of his thin waist. It had gotten thinner from the stress that now surrounded him more.

"Emily?" Michelangelo called out raising his gloved hands up to make it seem a bit louder even though it was barely a whisper. "Charles?" The four tails on his mask shifted as he turned his head a small orange petal falling down past his left eye. He frowned before something was tossed at his head.

He blinked before another hit his face. Looking down he saw the items, rocks, slowly melt into the stone. He shook his head at the childish antics of none other than Charles. He pivoted on his heel to walk over to Charles and Emily, Emily holding onto Charles arm jumping up and down trying to grab the pebbles.

"Why did you call me?" he asked with a smug grin wrapping his arms around his chest.
The two froze before they stood at attention, the normal way to greet any person in an informal way.

"We ... heard you were being put into the training camp your... brother runs..." Emily said her thumb on her bottom lip her eyes darting left while her hips moved slightly. "Charles said... it was because of... what happened a few days ago." Her eyes snapped onto Michelangelo's glowing orange and Michelangelo blushed at the intensity in them. "Did Charles do anything to you while you were bathing!"

It was a low whisper, thankfully, and Michelangelo stepped back even as Charles fell to the ground the fur hiding his own blush.

"No!" Michelangelo stated stepping closer, Charles now up and standing also moving into the circle. "It's not like that! Why do you think that!"

The look that Emily had before she shot a glare at Charles was enough that Michelangelo sighed. It wasn't above Charles, how stupid of him to think what he had said. Charles, a member of the wolf clan, were known for their habitual advantages. They were owned by their animal instincts for 'sinning' why else would Charles be so easily dismissed for half the things he did when he entered puberty.

"Yeah, I'm leaving with my brother tomorrow." Michelangelo said smiling as he moved to find a seat and table. "My brother has been annoyed at several growing problems since I awoke."

"Oh?" Emily said clearly interested in this. Emily, his dearest friend, had a habit of spreading rumours and the oddest of gossips that she fabricated from the truth. Like the one time she had stumbled in on Michelangelo stretching with another turtle type person from a different year class.

It had been hell when she came up to him demanding to know if he truely was a female and how disgusting it was that he had easily took off his shirt in public. He had been so stunned because, to him, she had pointed at his figure stating she should have known.

Emily paid dearly for it not by his own hands but by Leonardo's who came to school that day his eyes glowing so brightly. His sword out. His clothing swirling around him. He remembered her face as he pointed the tip of the blade at her throat and said, 'If another suitor for my brother comes to my house again for his hand I will promise your life will be hell under the black thumb.'

She had been absent for two weeks after that by her family and the elders. The punishment was shame to be placed on her head. It was a time where their bond grew and Emily never joked about how feminist he was again.

"Michelangelo," Her voice took on a sadder tone, "I hope the three of us will be together again."

"Yeah," Charles rested his clawed hands on Michelangelo's shoulders, "I'll miss my buddy." He rubbed his cheek against Michelangelo's head before growling, "And you're brother is... horrible." He pulled back up walking over to Emily's side standing with his arms crossed his torso , eyes narrowed looking more like the soldier class he had been assigned to a week earlier.

How shameful that Charles was the first to wake up nearly two weeks before Michelangelo!

Michelangelo turned his head frowning, "Thanks for worrying for me." Slowly he felt Emily stand up before the cool crisp of her power wafted around him.

"Michelangelo Hamato, black of the Hamato clan of the ninth original families. Brother of the elite leader of the military force, Leonardo Hamato. Friend to Charles Astrand, next leader of the Wolfan. Third son of Etla family. I, Emily Anderson, wish you fair well on your journey." She bowed down, "May the light stay with you and the flower petals plant the seeds of your efforts amongst your time reborn."

Michelangelo looked at Emily smiling as Charles straightened his posture, "Michelangelo Hamato, fighter of the magic, one who stands tall amongst the gore of the Dusks' sins. I, next in line of the Wolfan, request that in our next meeting we celebrate our front line battles with the traditional Wolfan celebration. A friendly spar between war comrades in arms."

Michelangelo stood up also his feet spread slightly before his left hand crossed his chest resting above his heart, his right drew behind him resting at a odd angel for most people but for his family an easy trick.

He bowed his head as he said the traditional farewell from his family, "Emily Anderson, Charles Astrand. Let the light shine on your souls, no sin to touch such beautiful flowers. Let no taint cross your body and no shame enter your blood."

He lifted his head smiling softly, "Let your flowers and souls merge and be the sun so when we meet again, battlefield or in our gracious home, we shall twine our thorns together and let the songs of old grace our ears as we dine on a feast of magnificent standing. I, Hamato Michelangelo, give you farewell. Forever shall your friendship and names be etched amongst my heart and memories that no Dusk will tear asunder."