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A few months had passed by since the first day that Donatello had started living in the sewers with the other three terrapins and their rat sensei. Don fit right in though; the others instantly accepted him into their lives. Michelangelo had become like a little brother to Donatello. If Mikey wasn't with Leo or pestering Raphael, he was with Donnie. Mikey would run around Don's new lab and grab anything that the older turtle would ask for. Leo would sometimes find Mikey fast asleep in Donnie's lab, while the olive colored turtle was too busy with some new project to notice. In those few months, Donatello had already invented many things that helped them. He had created them each a communication device which Mikey called, a T-Phone.

Donatello had also spent almost everyday in those months training with Master Splinter. Don would sometimes spar with one of the other turtles, who helped him practice. Master Splinter was impressed at how fast Donnie had learned the art as he taught him. Everything that he taught Don, stuck with the turtle. It seemed that Don had grasped an understanding of ninjustu that made him learn faster. He had learned, and nearly mastered, more lessons in a few months, that had taken his companions years to complete. Master Splinter felt that there was something special about the tech savvy turtle but he decided that maybe Donatello was just able to understand things better than most. The only problem Don seemed to have was picking out a weapon. He had tried most of the weapons that were in the dojo. None of them seemed to resonate with him and he'd end up hurting himself. He had tried a pair of nunchaku and ended up whacking himself in the head pretty hard. That had got a laugh out of Michelangelo. When he first started training with weapons, he'd used the bokken, a wooden sword. It had ended up flying out of his hand, barely missing Raph's head before it hit the wall. The only thing Donatello was able to keep in his hand and use fairly well was a hanbo, a small wooden staff about three feet long.

Today was the day. Donatello was to go through initiation, get his own weapon, and a mask like the other three turtles. He stood in the middle of the dojo, armed with nothing other than his hanbo. Don stood there with his eyes closed and it seemed he was alone in the room. He turned his head slightly and then dodge rolled to his left quickly as Leonardo swung his katana at him. Don brought the hanbo to his face as Leo spun around and struck at Donnie. As soon as Leo's weapons made contact with Don's, he brought his foot forward and kicked the blue masked turtle as hard as he could. Leo took a step back and placed a hand on his plastron, trying to catch his breath. Donatello didn't give a moments hesitation and jumped towards Leonardo. With lightening speed he knelt down and did a spin kick at Leo's feet, sending the older turtle to the ground. Leo's sword fell out of his hand and as he went to grab it, a foot came down and pinned his arm to the ground. He looked up to see Donatello pointing his hanbo at his face. "I yield." Leonardo said to Donatello. Don smiled and stepped off of the beaten turtle. He then offered his hand to Leo, who took it gratefully and got up off of the ground. Leonardo nodded to Donatello and then walked to the side of the room, taking a seat on the floor.

Donatello spun his hanbo in his hand and turned around, getting in a fighting stance. Raphael was standing behind him, twirling his own sai in his hands. "I'm not gonna go easy on you, Donnie-boy." Raph said seriously.
"Oh good. I was beginning to think you'd become a big softy." Don said with a smile. Raph chuckled but was the first one to make a move. He darted towards Donnie and then jumped high in the air. Donatello jumped up and met him halfway, their weapons making a loud thunk sound as they collided. They passed by each other and then landed on the ground, now on opposite sides of the room. Raphael swiveled around to face the other turtle, throwing one of his sai at the olive colored turtle. Don spun around as well and swung his hanbo through the air, deflecting the oncoming weapon. Raph's sai went sailing through the air and struck the wall, sticking in it. Donnie swung his hanbo in one hand and with the other gestured Raphael to come and get him. The red masked turtle growled and gripped his one weapon tightly. Raph yelled and started running towards Don again. This time Donatello just stood in place and waited for his attacker to reach him. Raphael came at him with incredible speed, swinging his sai and fist at Donnie. Don was able to block his shots, until Raph saw an opening. Raphael struck his sai towards Don's face and Don instantly brought his hanbo up to block. With his free hand, Raphael punched Donatello on the part of his plastron right by his shoulder. Don stumbled back slightly from the hit but then spun around, using his momentum, and then lashed out at Raphael. Donnie hit Raphael on his arm, surprising the other turtle. Then Donatello brought his weapon forward, jabbing Raphael in the chest several times. Raphael hadn't had time to block so all he could do was take steps back and try to get away. Raph grunted with each hit until he suddenly didn't feel the pain on his chest. He looked forward to see that Donatello was no longer standing in front of him. Raph barely had time to look around before he was kicked on the back of the shell and sent to the ground. Donatello swooped in and sat down on top of him, grabbing his arm that held the sai and pinning it behind his back. Don placed his hanbo on the back of Raph's head. "I yield..." Raph mumbled.
"What was that? I don't think I heard you." Donatello said teasingly.
"I yield!" Raphael yelled loudly, making Don's ears ring. "Ya hear that?"
"Loud and clear." Donnie said as he got off of Raphael.

Raph scowled and flopped down beside Leonardo. Don looked at them and smiled. Raphael looked away angrily and Leonardo smiled slightly back. Donatello spun around at breakneck speed and swung his hanbo forward. It stopped right in front of Michelangelo's face. Mikey had been tiptoeing towards Donnie and had his nunchaku in the air, poised to strike. "I yield?" Mikey asked, eyeing the small staff that was in his face. Don smiled and shook his head, right before he jabbed his hanbo forward. Mikey yelped and did a backflip so as not to get hit by the staff. He started to swing his nunchaku around at high-speed. "Oh yeah! You can't hit this! What're you gonna do, brah?" Mikey said as he jumped around, still slinging his weapons around. Donnie watched Mikey move and then took a step forward. He brought his hanbo forward, making Michelangelo close his eyes. Mikey opened his yes and smiled. "You totally missed!" He yelled as he went to hit Donnie. His arm jerked in place as he noticed that his nunchaku were wrapped around Don's hanbo. "Uh-oh..." Mikey mumbled, right before he was flung through the air. His weapons slipped from Donnie's and Michelangelo went flying through the air. Leo and Raph dodged in opposite directions to avoid being crushed by the smaller turtle. Mikey smacked against the wall and then slid down it, his head hitting the floor first. His nunchaku fell from his hands and he rolled over onto his bottom. Then he stood up slowly and rubbed his now sore head. Donatello came up behind him, grabbed his arms and put them in the air. He had Mikey in an arm lock, as he kept his hanbo in between Mikey's upper arms and his neck. "Ow ow ow! I yield, I yield!" Mikey yelled as he whimpered in pain.

"Yame." Master Splinter stood in the middle of the dojo, looking at Donatello and Michelangelo. Donnie let go of Mikey and walked over to his sensei. "You have done well Donatello. You have proven you're skills as an individual. Now you must prove that you can fight along side your comrades as a team." Master Splinter took a fighting stance, as the four turtles got ready to fight. "Hajime!" Sensei ordered as he watched each of his students. As always, Raphael was the first to charge into battle. Mikey followed swiftly after, swinging his nunchaku. Raph struck at their sensei who dodged with ease. Mikey jumped at Splinter as Raph slid to a stop. Their sensei turned and grabbed Michelangelo's wrist, flipped him around once, and then threw him shell first to the ground. Leonardo came up behind Master Splinter, tried to hit him, but sliced open air. Leo ducked quickly as their sensei's foot went flying towards his face. Before his foot made it to the ground though, Donatello came out of nowhere and swiped his hanbo at Master Splinter's grounded foot and sent him to the ground. Mikey couldn't help but gasp when their sensei fell onto the ground. All four turtles were instantly on top of their master, pointing their weapons at him. "I yield. You have all done well, my sons." Master Splinter said as he got up off of the ground. He nodded to each of his students and then walked into one of the back rooms. Mikey, Leo, and Raph stood side by side, behind Donnie who stood in front of them. Their sensei walked back into the dojo and stopped in front of the olive colored turtle.

"The weapon I present to you, is the bo." Master Splinter held an almost six foot tall staff that just looked like a bigger version of Donnie's hanbo. Splinter held it out towards the olive colored turtled, who grabbed it gingerly. Don took a step back and spun it in fast circles with both hands and then swung it around his head a few times. He turned back to face sensei and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, master." Donnie said as he came back up and looked at Master Splinter.
"I am proud of you, my son. I am proud of all of you. You have all grown with experience these past few months. Maybe you can all learn something from Donatello." Master Splinter said with a smile.
"Or a lot of nothing." Raphael grumbled, earning a whack from Donnie's bo staff.
"I have thought long and hard about your mask. I believe-" Master Splinter had continued speaking but was cut off.
"Sensei, if you don't mind, I was wondering if I could choose my mask. You see, I've been thinking about it a lot lately too." Donatello asked, hopefully.
"Hm. An odd request but...I will allow it." Master Splinter nodded towards Donatello and then motioned towards the side room, where all of their weapons and equipment were stored. Donatello nodded back and walked over into the room. The other three turtles looked at one another as they waited for Don to come out. Donnie walked out of the room proudly, with a purple mask tied around his head. "I must ask, Donatello, of all the honorable colors, why purple?" Their sensei asked curiously.

"I'm facing my fear, sensei. My fear of Hun and the Purple Dragons. I'll wear their trademark color and prove that I'm better than them." Donatello said with a fire in his eyes. "I'm not going to let my fear take over, master. I feel that this will help me." Master Splinter nodded his head, looking at the smart turtle.
"That is very admirable, Donatello. You have made a wise decision." Splinter walked over to Donnie and put a hand on his shoulder. "I believe you are ready to join in the fight against our enemies. My sons," Master Splinter turned to look at the other terrapins, "on your next patrol, Donatello will join you." Leo, Raph, and Mikey nodded with smiles on their faces. Donnie smiled excitedly as well. He had never got to go above ground with the others if they knew there could be a fight involved. Don had always ended up staying home and just working on his gadgets. Master Splinter smiled and headed through the door that would take him to his room. Mikey ran over to Don and they high fived each other.
"That was so awesome! You like kicks our butts!" Mikey said excitedly. "I think Raph is still a little mad that you beat him." He said with a smiled as he tugged on Raphael's mask tails.
Raphael pushed Michelangelo away and crossed his arms over his plastron. "You just wait til next time, brainiac." He smirked slightly and walked over to the olive colored turtle. "Good job, Donnie." Raph said seriously.
"Won't you two just kiss already?" Mikey asked as he popped up in between Raphael and Donatello. Raphael growled and Mikey took that as a bad sign, running out of the dojo. Raph chased after the sea green turtle while calling his name angrily. Don stood there blushing and then looked at Leonardo. Leo just smiled and walked out of the dojo as well.

Donatello followed after him and laughed at what he saw. Raphael had pinned Michelangelo to the ground and was squishing his face together. "No, not my beautiful face!" Mikey yelled in defiance as best he could between his squished cheeks.
"Hey, you two. Make sure you don't play around too long. Once it's nightfall, we're going out on patrol." Leonardo said to the wrestling turtles.
Raphael pushed on Mikey's face one last time and stood up. "Will do Fearless Leader." Leo sighed and walked back towards the dojo. Michelangelo bounced up off of the floor and ran over to Donnie. He grabbed his arm and tugged on it continuously. "Don, are you excited to go topside with us?" Mikey asked as he looked up at Don with a big smile.

"Yeah, it'll be nice to try out my new weapon." Donnie said as he spun his bo staff in his hands again.
Raphael chuckled lightly. "You mean it'll be nice to bash some faces in? That's always fun." Don shook his head and smiled at Raphael. Mikey started tugging on Donatello's mask tails, making the taller turtle look at him.
"Purple suits you, bro." Mikey said dreamily. "Don't you think so, Raph?" He asked, turning Donnie to look at Raph.
"It really brings out your eyes." Raphael said sarcastically before he turned around. "I'm gettin' ready for later." He said as he walked up the stairs and then to his bedroom. Michelangelo waved him off dismissively and then plopped down onto the couch. He grabbed one of the comics he had already read multiple times and opened it. Donatello patted Mikey's head and then went to his lab. His room was no longer just a pile of boxes anymore. He had turned it into a more organized workspace. Raph had screwed in shelves on the wall for him and they had also found him a few metal cabinets to keep his stuff in. One side of the room was covered in old computer screens of all shapes and sizes. Donnie had been able to fix or make working cameras that he had placed around the sewers as a type of security measure. Leonardo had been really proud of him for that one. Don walked over to one of his worktables and started rummaging through all of his gadgets. He had made himself a belt specifically for this day. It had a strap that went over his back to holster his weapon. It also had little loops and pouches for him to carry extra equipment like his tools, shuriken and kunai, and some smoke bombs of his own design. He strapped his belt on, putting his new weapon in it's place and then he put everything he thought he might need into his belt. Anything that was too big to be put on his belt, he put in a small shoulder satchel. Donatello let out a satisfied sigh and started working on another of his many projects.

"Someone's eager to get goin'." Raph called out to him from his doorway. Donnie turned to look at Raphael as he set the stuff he was working on down.
"It's not everyday you finally get to help save the world." Don said with a smile.
Raph chuckled and walked further into the room. "Whoa, don't get ahead'a yourself. We gotta save York before we start gettin' serious." He joked as he fumbled around with a screw.
"You think we'll see any of the Foot Clan or the Purple Dragons?" Donnie asked. A month or so back they had finally figured out who the black clad, ninja thugs were. They were part of a group that called themselves the Foot Clan. They had heard the name, the Shredder, numerous times from members of the Foot but they still had yet to ever see their so-called leader. As far as they could tell, the Foot were working for Hun and the Purple Dragons. Don came to the conclusion that they had come up with a fierce named leader to try and strike fear into their enemies hearts.
"Well if they're smart they'll stay off'a the streets. We've shown that we're more than capable of takin' 'em out." Raph said as he pulled out one of his sai and twirled it for emphasis.

"Guys! Come on, it's time. We're heading out!" Leonardo called to them from outside of the room, most likely at the entrance to the lair.

Donatello felt so alive and free as they ran the rooftops of York. It felt good to finally be able to join his friends on their nightly patrols through the city. They leapt from roof to roof stealthily, all the while looking for anything that would be considered trouble. "Hey guys. Look at this." Leo said as he peeked over the side of the building. The other three turtles jumped over to him, looking over the building as well. A bunch of guards and workmen were setting up a large barbed wire fence in the middle of the street. In the middle of the fence there was a single iron barred door.
"A checkpoint? I thought they only had those for people comin' in or leavin' the city." Raph said with narrowed eyes.
"Looks like they're for everyone now. As if it wasn't hard enough for us to get around the city." Leo said with a sigh.
"Emperor Saki must be afraid of something or someone in the community." Donnie said thoughtfully.
"I bet he's scared of us! We like are cleaning up the streets with thugs! I bet he knows that he's next!" Mikey added his own input as he stood behind the others. "Like those Foot dudes over there."
"Over where?" Leonardo turned around to look at Mikey and then scanned the street.
"Over there!" Mikey repeated as he pointed to an alley across the street a few blocks down. "Nothing gets past the Mikester!" He had barely finished his sentence when the three older turtles had bolted onto the next building. "Wait for me!" Michelangelo called after them as he followed their lead and jumped onto the next rooftop.

They made it to the rooftop above the alleyway just in time to see the last Foot ninja disappear in an old building. "Really? An abandoned warehouse? How much more cliché can they get?" Raph asked sarcastically.
"Well it could be an abandoned hospital or a creepy house in the middle of the woods or-" Donatello started naming off answers to Raphael's question.
Raph instantly bonked Don on the head with a scowl on his face. "I wasn't lookin' for an answer, genius." He said, turning back to face the old building.
Donnie pouted as he rubbed his sore head. "You two can argue later; for now we need to get down there and see what they're up to." Leonardo said as he jumped nimbly from the roof and into the alleyway. Raphael followed quickly after who in turn was followed by Mikey and Don.
Leo was standing in front of a pull up slide garage door that looked rusted pretty badly. It was opened just enough for someone to slide under. Mikey immediately dropped down and tried to roll under it but found that his shell got in the way. "Uh, hey guys? A little help please... I'm stuck." Mikey whispered with an apologetic smile.
Both Raph and Leo rolled their eyes as they grabbed onto the door and pulled up on it. It creaked loudly but gave away a few inches. Mikey rolled completely into the building and the other three crawled in after him.

Several metal pillars seemed to be the only thing keeping the building up. There were also huge boxes piled up around the warehouse, most likely filled with old, forgotten things that were no longer useful to anyone. They all looked around the room for any sign of the Foot but it seemed that they had completely disappeared. "Donnie, you're with me. Raph, Mikey, you two go that way." Leonardo pointed to his left to signal that's where he wanted them to go.
"Why do I always get Mikey?" Raphael asked grumpily.
Leo sighed and face palmed himself. "Fine. Raph, you come with me. Donnie, Mikey. You go that way."
Raphael grunted but did as he was told, following Leo. Mikey grabbed Don's arm and started leading him to the left side of the building.

The warehouse seemed to go on forever as they walked through it, looking for anything that would show that the Foot either had been or were there. Michelangelo had taken the lead and was swinging his nunchaku around in boredom. Donatello followed a few feet behind, taking in his surroundings. He opened his mouth to say something to Mikey, when suddenly a big hand clapped over it and pulled him into the shadows behind some boxes. Don rolled his eyes angrily, thinking that Raphael was playing a joke on him, but then let out a muffled cry when the person holding him jerked his tail roughly. "I bet you thought you'd never see me again, huh, turtle?" Don's eyes widened in fear. He knew that voice. He had been forced to listen to it for most of his life. Donnie turned his head and looked up into the malicious eyes of Hun. He instantly started yanking his body around, trying to get out of the large man's grasp. As hard as he tried, his efforts were to no avail. Hun had used his free hand and pulled Don's arms behind his back painfully. Don tried to cry out to his companions as best he could but not much sound escaped from behind the hand over his mouth. Hun brought his mouth to Don's ear slit and breathed heavily. "Sssh, little turtle. We wouldn't want your friends ruining our fun, now would we?" Hun said with a small chuckle. He flicked his tongue out and trailed it along Donatello's neck, making the turtle shiver.
"Donnie? Don, where'd you go?" Mikey could be heard calling to him from some other part of the warehouse, finally realizing that the olive colored turtle was no longer with him.
"I don't see any trace of the Foot!" Leo yelled to them over the boxes. Donnie wiggled more but Hun just held on tighter.

"Donnie!? Come on, bro! You better not be hiding behind one of these boxes trying to scare me!" Mikey said as an audible grunt could be heard as he most likely jumped around one of the boxes, looking for Donatello.
"What are you goin' on about, knucklehead? Where's Donnie?" Raphael called to the smaller turtle, his voice sounding the closest. Hun smiled when he noticed that Don squirmed the most, hearing Raphael's voice.
"I don't know! I was walkin' and he was right behind me and then he wasn't!" Mikey said, now sounding as close as Raph. Hun backed into the shadows more and let go of Donnie's arms. He made hand signals toward to an unknown entity. Don saw some Foot soldiers emerge from the shadows and dart around the boxes. Donnie looked up and saw several more jumping across the rafters of the ceiling. With his hands free, Don took his chance and sent his elbow flying into Hun's stomach. Hun let go of Donnie completely and clutched his stomach. The tall turtle did a quick backflip away from the even taller man, pulling out his bo staff. Fighting could be heard behind him as the Foot ninjas made their move on the other turtles. "Aaah! This one's a robot!" Mikey could be heard yelling in the background as well.
"You son of a bitch! You think you can fight me?! I'm your master, you obey me!" Hun yelled in rage as he ran at Donatello full speed. Don evaded Hun with ease, his training and newfound agility paying off. Hun skidded to a halt and then turned around to face the turtle. He yelled in a rage and started throwing punches at Don's face. With each oncoming fist, Don brought his weapon to his face and blocked each hit.

"Hyaaah!" Mikey came jumping up behind Hun and hit his back a few times. Hun growled and turned around to face the sea green turtle, none of the hits having effected him. Mikey swung his nunchaku a few more times but was stopped when Hun grabbed one of his weapons. Hun flung Michelangelo around and sent him flying towards Donatello. Don didn't have time to move and was smacked against the wall with Mikey. They both groaned in pain and started to slowly sit up. Don rubbed his head and looked up, seeing his bo staff lay a few feet away. He reached a hand out to grab it but was stopped when he felt a hot, sweaty hand wrap around his ankle. Don was suddenly being dragged across the concrete by Hun, who was leading him deeper into the warehouse. "You're coming with me, freak!" Hun snarled, holding onto Don's ankle hard enough to leave bruises. Donnie quickly lashed his hands out, latching onto one of the metal pillars and holding on for dear life.
"Donnie!" Leo and Mikey called out to him as they ran towards them. They were stopped when a group of the Foot Clan jumped in front of them, halting their progress to the genius turtle. Hun pulled and pulled on Donnie but he couldn't get the turtle to let go. Don looked back to the others, seeing that Raph had joined them as well. His heart did a somersault at the fear of being torn from his new family and going back with Hun. Hun let go of Don, sending his legs falling painfully to the ground. Donnie let go of the pillar and went to get up but Hun reached down and grabbed him by the front of his plastron. He hoisted the turtle high into the air and then slammed him against the nearest wall. "I like your mask, turtle. It's my favorite color." Hun said with a wicked smile as he pushed Don against the wall harder. Don whimpered in pain as his shell started to slowly crack under the pressure.

"Let go of him, you bastard!" Raphael came flying from the fight and jumped towards Hun. Hun didn't have time to react and turned his head to meet Raph's foot. There was a loud crunch sound as you could hear Hun's nose breaking underneath the dark green turtle's foot. The big man was sent flying back from the force of the kick. He immediately got up though and had his fists at the ready. Three more Foot thugs jumped down from the ceiling to join their master. One of them threw a shuriken at Raph, which barely made it's mark and sliced Raph's upper arm open. Raphael grunted in pain and threw one of his sai at the Foot soldier, landing it right in the middle of the black clad ninjas forehead. Sparks flew from the open wound as the Foot soldier went falling to the ground. A few more Foot ninjas joined Hun but they were carrying boxes of indistinguishable items.
"I'll get you, turtle! You just wait! One of these days, you'll be mine again!" Hun yelled angrily as he and his thugs went running through the warehouse. Raph growled and was about to run after them when he saw Donnie out of the corner of his eye. He turned around and knelt beside the olive colored turtle who had fallen to the ground when Hun had let go.
"You okay?" Raph asked, putting a hand on Don's knee.
Donatello nodded and stood up, shunning away from Raphael's touch. "I'm fine. Just a little shocked at seeing Hun on my first night out. What luck, right?" Don said with a half-hearted laugh.

Leonardo and Michelangelo came running up to them. "Oh man, Don, are you alright? That ugly dude totally turtle-handled you!" Mikey said frantically. "Did you see!? Some of those Feet were robots!" Mikey picked up one of the Foot soldiers body and flung him around.
"I'm fine, Mikey. Also it would just be Foot, not Feet. But... Who would have the resources to make so many robots? It's hard enough to find spare batteries on the street but to have enough technology to make an army of robots? I think there's something big going on here. Whoever created these could have enough equipment to take control over the entire city and surrounding ones! I doubt Hun made these; he's too daft to be able to make something this complex with so little supplies. I'm beginning to think that Hun is no longer our biggest enemy. These... These Footbots could easily overpower civilians and bring them to their knees." Donatello said, his voice rising with each word in panic.
"Heey! I wanted to name them!" Mikey said in exasperation with a pout.
"Well, looks like we'll get to bash a lot more chrome domes." Raphael said while cracking his knuckles.