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SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for not writing or replying or anything like that! I have been having one of those weeks when your mind is cafuzzled – like … when you feel like your brain is not working right!

Sometimes I feel like my English is getting worst aswell!

Hay ho, I thought I should do a chapter for this, because it was the only one that I haven't recently updated.

Bear-with with this chapter, pretty please.It might not be the most exciting … but I promise it will get better … hopefully LOL!

Tang Shen and Hamato Yoshi withdrew from the door, glancing with each other sadly.

With all the events occurring, they had almost forgotten about Donatello's condition.

Almost.

It would be best for the boys if the youngest wasn't ill.

They would love for Donatello to live a normal life without any health problems … without being limited of choices … but he couldn't.

He had been so down, it pained everyone to see him like it … but when they found the baby, their spirits lit up.

Even if they all weren't blood related, the three boys had instantly grown a strong bond between them. From the very moment they met, they were already brothers!

There was something special about them, despite their different personalities; they still managed to get along like siblings!

It was something that had always intrigued the parents.

But what really made them surprised was how quickly the bond had spread to the baby! They had grown on him; they had made a connection and were treating him as their own brother!

Donatello wanted a little brother.

He wanted the baby to be part of the family.

So did Raphael and Leonardo.

But …

"It looks like your children have spoken, Mr Hamato." The rough voice from an aging man knocked them out of their thoughts.

He had white hair and grey eyes, he was quite short but with his old-fashioned dress sense, he was always noticed.

His name was Jack Kurtzman; he had been investigating the child's neglect since he was in the hospital.

"It seems so." Yoshi trailed off.

"Why not adopt him?" He asked.

Tang Shen looked at him.

"It's not that we don't want to. We would love to take care of him, to become his parents and to show him the kindness and attention that his original ones didn't … but …"

"… but Donatello is ill, it is our main priority that he gets better before …" He stops. It doesn't sound right saying it, it doesn't sound appropriate!

But it wouldn't be fair for Donatello.

"I understand, but it seems to me that your youngest son has a good reason, he wouldn't mind."

Tang Shen and Hamato Yoshi instantly directed their eyes to Mr Kurtzman, staring at him in utter confusion and … they were lost for words.

"Look, I know I seem like the kind of guy who would interfere, but," His grey pools turned to stone, making him look more serious than he intended to.

"But the baby is in serious danger! No one else knows it, but this baby is … different, he is unlike any other I have encountered, and I know that there are people who would …" He stopped mid-sentence, choosing his words carefully, before changing that topic.

"I have seen how your sons have treated him, they treat him like their own brother, I didn't think it was possible for a bond to grow so quickly but …" Once again he paused, changing the topic.

"Donatello is in good condition at the moment, he is well and there is a chance that he will get a transplant before … but you heard his thoughts and the others. They wouldn't mind the child joining the family. He cannot just have any ordinary family though; he needs a family like yours! I have never seen any other household like yours before; I believe that you two are the only ones who can give this child what he needs!"

The couple glanced at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes.

They appreciated the complements from this man, but it seemed to them that he was pushing a bit too hard. He was definitely hiding something from them about the child, but they knew it would be almost impossible to get it out of him at that time. Maybe in the future?

Donatello wanted a younger sibling. And he seemed well enough; they were just concerned that it might be a bit too much for the youngest.

But, if that was his wish …

"It might seem slightly far-fetched, but that baby will help. Trust me on that." He lowered his voice, so only Yoshi and Shen can hear.

"We will consider taking him in under our wings, but we need to consult the boys first." Yoshi announced after a silent agreement with his wife.

They needed their son's authorisation to adopt the child, although they were almost certain that they would be more than happy.

Mr Kurtzman nodded, as if he approved, as if he never interfered.

This confused Yoshi, but just smiled. He was a strange man, but aren't all the best people?

Before he walked away, he glanced over his shoulder and mouthed "If you decide to, keep him close to Donatello."

Why?

Why did he need to be?

Could he somehow help?

Two Weeks later

Donnie couldn't believe it.

Do wishes come true all the time?
Of course not! Donnie always based occurrences by facts and science, not imagination and fairy tales.

But it didn't make sense! Donnie tells his brothers that he wished he had a little sibling, and then his Mumma and Daddy tell him that they are considering on adopting the baby from the doorstep!

That didn't make sense … unless they heard the conversation.

That would explain it!

Donnie's health has been well, but he still needed a transplant.

But that didn't matter to him at the moment. What mattered to him was the baby who was now his little brother! Their little brother.

Leo and Raph and Donnie haven't let the child out of their sight once since he became their younger sibling, before he was properly adopted!

Now, he was in the bedroom shared with his two older brothers, giggling as they tackled each other onto the ground.

It was a sort of test to see what they were capable of in a fight.

Whilst Raph showed immense strength that could overpower the eldest, Leo had strategic mind and great skill when it came to attack.

But none of them seemed to be winning.

That was when their father placed the baby gently in Donnie's arms and briskly drew them apart.

"If you aren't careful, maybe next time I will press the pressure points in your necks." He said calmly. Donnie knew it was a joke, though Raph and Leo gulped and backed away from each other.

"Competition is a great motivation, but not against each other. Consider on working together in the future."

Once Hamato Yoshi had taken the baby back from Donnie, the three boys began bouncing from bed to bed. Laughter engulfed the room and it all ended when Leo tripped and fell flat on his stomach, Raph lost his footing and landed on the eldest whilst Donnie jumped on purpose on the top.

Their father smiled and shook his head as the babies arms flailed in the air, erupting in giggles.

Shen entered the room and chuckled at the sight.

"Who gave the boys sugar before bed, Yoshi?" She turned her gaze to Leonardo accusingly, he smiled sheepishly in reply.

She took the baby from her husband's arms and sat down on the couch in the centre of the bedroom. Yoshi sat down next to her, whilst their sons knelt down in front of them, peering over the blanket to get a better look of the child.

"Well, now that he is a Hamato … what should we name him?" She asked, peering at her boys as she rocked the child to sleep.

Leo and Raph glanced at each other.

"I think Donnie should decide." They both said in harmony … if that's what you call it.

Don looked at his family, eyes wide, full of pride!

"Really?!" He asked, almost like a excited child who had been given permission to go to the chocolate factory with his friends.

"Yes." Every replied in union.

Donnie looked back at the baby. His summer blue eyes radiated, his smile lit up the entire room! He seems … unearthly, like he doesn't belong on this planet … like he needs something better!

Of course, Donnie is too young to think of this, but you and I both know that baby is something special.

"He is like an … angel? I think?" He began.

"Ha, what boy names have angel in them? The closest one I can think of is Angus!" Raph exclaimed, throwing his hands out, giving the child a chance to grab his fingers and shove it in his mouth.

"Yuck!"

"Raph, there are Renaissance names with angel in them." Leo piped in.

"Oh yeah! Like what?!" He challenged, prodding his slobber covered finger into Leo's favourite, clean Space Heroes shirt.

"First of all, GROSS!" He cried, rubbing it dry.

"Second of all, there are artists such as … uh …Fra Angelico or-"

"-or Michaelangelo?" Donnie interrupted.

"They have adopted him, have they?" Master Shredder mumbled, glaring like a hawk out of the window.

"Yes Master … we didn't get there in time … I – I promise it won't happen again!" Bradford trembled, head bowed, even his chest hair was shaking!

He expected a whip. He expected the agonising white hot pain slicing across his face … but it never came.

Instead, the annoyingly clever Dr Stockman walked to the Shredders side, still quivering but not as much as his bulky colleague.

"Maybe … s-sir, we can u-use this a-a-as our advantage."

The Shredder abruptly turned. His one dead eye somehow made him seem like a metal version of Medusa, making Stockman freeze in place.

"Proceed." He growled. The geeky, awkward man gulped.

"You now know that your enemy has come to New York; there is no doubt about it! We all know how much you would LOVE to have revenge on him, and now you have got to get the child! That would all end up in a mess! You would have so much to do and so on … but, now that the child is in his possession, it would make your job … 'less messy'?"

Bradford scoffed. He never had a way with words … but he still understood.

After a long, eerie silence; the Shredder finally spoke. It made their stomachs lurch, it made their hearts momentarily stop and their ears deaf … like being too close to a bomb just as it explodes.

"Bradford!" His second in command instantly leapt to his feet, even his chest hairs straightened!

"We need someone who cannot be sensed easily, we need someone who lurks in the shadows, who takes what he wants! We need someone who is as pathetic as a scavenging rodent! Bring me Xever!"

I also hear it is Thanksgiving this week … or am I wrong.

Is it like a Christmas Eve dinner, or a type of Boxing Day?

Please tell me what it is about, what you do etc.I would love to know!

Thank you for reading again!

You guys are an inspiration, and I promise I will reply to anyone as soon as possible! #

MarshMellowMania Out! XD