I'm sorry about the delay! I've just had quite a few projects in school lately and haven't had the time to update...

Disclaimer: I saw the new promo today, and I think it's a good idea that I don't own the Turtles; I couldn't even try to think up this stuff!


The next morning, Splinter, as always, woke up first, and decided to meditate before training. Walking into the dojo with candles and a mat, he sat down and tried to clear his mind.

But he couldn't get it to!

He couldn't stop thinking about this Leonardo. Who was he? How had he come to be? Had he forgotten if there had been another turtle in the jar?

He finally found enough concentration, and he slipped on the astral plane...

And then a shrill, Michelangelo-like scream echoed through the Lair.

"That is my cue to come out."

Sighing, Splinter blew out his candles and stood up, realizing that his sons were up. He walked into the living area, only to find Raphael picking Michelangelo up in a style that they called 'shell-wedgie.' Don was sitting on the couch, going around the Internet to see if he could find any updates on Oroku Saki and completely ignoring the scene before him.

"My son! Put your brother down!" Raph turned to face his master and immediately let his brother down.

When Splinter saw his hotheaded son's face, he did everything he could not to laugh. His son donned blush, lipstick, eye-liner, and eye-shadow.

"M-Michelangelo! Go get your brother a warm towel! And do not put hydrogen peroxide on it!" Splinter ordered as sharply as he could through his chuckles.

Mike smiled sheepishly and ran out. Don then looked up from his laptop to see what horrible deed his brother had done, then doubled over and cracked up, causing Raph to growl.

"Can't I go one fucking morning where that moron don't do nothin' ta me?!" he demanded, earning a whack on the head with a walking stick.

"Raphael, you know there is no profanity in this household!" Raph rubbed his sore head.

"Sorry, Dad..."

Mikey came back with a towel, and Raph grabbed it. "Don' think I'm gonna go so easy on ya tomorra, Mike!" he said as he wiped his face.


Leo awoke the next morning to the smell of dried blood. Then he realized he hadn't showered the night before and hurriedly did so before training. He quickly put on his mask(s) and hurried to the dojo, just barely beating his master there, clad in only his gauntlets.

"I see you've cleaned up a bit, my son." Leo nodded as he unsheathed his katanas.

"Um, Master Shredder? How come you've never told me where I come from?" he asked uncertainly, remembering their talk from the night before about the other turtles.

Shredder almost faltered. "You never asked. Come, let us spar." Leo had no choice but to get into a defensive position.

"Master Shredder..." he said as his father charged at him, "You know that I've asked tons of times! You just always either ignore me or change the subject!"

Shredder shrugged as they sparred. and he realized that they were nearly evenly matched!

At some point, though, he got a lucky swipe with one of his gauntlets and cut Leonardo's mask off. Said turtle grabbed his mask and mentally cursed himself for not seeing that swipe coming.

Saki saw the blue mask and swiped it from his son. "Leonardo, what is this and why are you wearing it?"

Leo put on a poker face even though he knew he was about to get punished. "It's-it's just a blue mask, Master Shredder. It's harmless..." he muttered, his poker face faltering as his sensei towered over him.

"But you know that I restricted blue masks, did I not? Even if they are harmless, am I correct?"

Leo suddenly started glaring at Saki. "Why?! Be cause you don't fucking like it? There is no God-damned possible way that makes a bit of sense!" He immediately covered his mouth and realized what he'd said. "Master Shredder... I-I am so sorr-AGH!"

The black-clad turtle grabbed his left forearm in pain as Shredder sliced at his arm. Then, he punched his son in the face. "Think of this moment next time you decide to give me lip," the master hissed in his son's ear as the green face started to bleed and turn blue-ish black.

Leo fought back tears."I-I'll be right back," he muttered as he walked out, grabbing the katanas that he'd dropped with his free hand briefly before putting pressure back on his arm. He went to the infirmary and wrapped his wound with gauze, making him noticeable from 30 feet away, and put an ice pack on his face, then went back to the dojo, where tin-head (I just love that nick-name!) was wiping blood off his gauntlets.

"May I go eat breakfast, Master Shredder?" Shredder nodded and Leo went to go make some waffles and tea; he didn't blow anything up for once, which was good.

After he'd made some extra for his master, Leo grabbed his tea and waffles and brought them to his room so he could think.


Short, I know. I'm sorry! But I couldn't put the next part in this chapter, so... yeah. Review! I can't feel my hands, and I need flames. (They don't
need to be flames, though...) Bye!