A/N: The 2k3 turtles are back! They will be distinguished by using the guys' full name and the 2k14 turtles will have the nicknames

Ojīchan- grandpa

Watashi wa anata no imōto o aishi- I love you, sister

Shisutā- Sister

Chapter 7

(Kiyomi POV)

It's been weeks since mom has been gone. No one knows where she is and we've checked hundreds of dimensions. The other turtles (2003) came to our dimension after we sent them a message about mom. They came without hesitation, in hopes that they could help bring her home, but it's been hard. Emotionally, we're all drained.

Hope screams in her sleep, calling for mom, and thrashes around. One of us, usually dad, would try to wake her before she hurts herself. When this happens and I see that dad is with her, I'd go back to bed, but one night I didn't want to return to my room. So I sat next to her door and listened. Hopie's whimpers and dad's words of comfort broke through the wall loud and clear. I turned to peek through the crack of the door to find him holding Hope to him tightly as she trembled and clung to him. Her eyes were red and puffy as dad's hand stroked her head. Dad would talk to her and try to comfort her, but we all knew there was only one person who could do that…and that was mom.

Yoshi has been working non-stop with Uncle Donnie and Donatello in the lab. In all honesty, he's become obsessed. I didn't blame him, but when we see him that's all he talks about. Then, he returns to the lab to do whatever he does in there. He never comes back out, and sleep is out of the question. I can't tell you when the last time he had a full night's rest. It hurts seeing him like this. He's slowly withering away. I'd bring him food, but he doesn't touch it. It scares me. Yoshi used to be so bright with joy and his curiosity drove his passion. Now, he's become a hollow shell, like he isn't there.

Yasuo spent a lot of time in the dojo, it was his place of escape. He's always training physically and mentally. Yasuo was always quiet, but I didn't need to have his ability to see that he was breaking. Out of the four of us, Yasuo is, no doubt, the closest to mom. When he's sparring with dad, you could hear him shout out in pain, but we all knew we couldn't help. He was suffering from emotional pain that would echo through me and Yoshi because Yasuo would lose his control. He's emotions link into our minds. After his meltdown, he'd lock himself in his room.

"Hey Kiddo."

I looked up from my notebook to find Uncle Raphie leaning against the doorframe. "What's up?" I set my notebook down.

With a shrug, he strolled in and sat on my bed.

"Just checkin' on ya." He folded his hands in front of him.

I sighed and crossed my arms. "I'm fine, Uncle."

"Tell dat ta someone who'd believe ya."

I just sighed, he won't let it go until I answer. "I'm worried about everyone. Yoshi, Hope, and Yasuo have changed." I shoved him lightly. "You see it, right?"

He nodded. "Yoshi's da one dat worries me da most."

"Doesn't dad see this?"

Uncle Raph pulled me to his side, and my head rested on his shoulder. "I tink he just doesn't know what ta do or how ta help 'im. No doubt 'e's tryin' dou."

"I'm gonna go talk to Yoshi…try to talk to Yoshi." I got up and headed towards the lab. A majority of the others were in the kitchen talking about a plan, again. A long sigh passed my lips. It's like we were getting ready for a big battle. I pulled my eyes away and went to enter the lab, but I slammed into Yoshi's shield. "What?" My hand went to the shield and frowned. Yoshi…

'He's not letting anyone in, other than Donatello.'

'Why not Uncle Don?'

'Because he tried to get Yoshi to stop.'

My eyes burned as tears filled my eyes. I inhaled deeply before slowly breathing out. My forehead rested on the shield with my hand, and I silently begged my older brother to come out, come home.

"He's blocking me out." Yasuo's voice was sad as his hand touched my shoulder.

"He can't keep doing this." I said sternly, allowing my hand to drop. Then the thought hit me. Yoshi hasn't played his guitar or sang in a long time. "'There's a place…that I know…it's not pretty there and few have ever gone…If I show it to you now will it make you run away…or will you stay…even if it hurts…even if I try to push you out will you return…and remind me who I really am…please remind me who I really am…!'"

Yasuo joined in. "'Everybody's got a darkside…do you love me…can you love mine…no body's a picture perfect…but we're worth it you know that we're worth it…will you love me…even with my darkside."'

I skipped to the end of the song. "'Don't runaway…don't runaway…don't runaway promise you'll stay.'"

I was hoping, expecting, him to come out, but he didn't. "Yoshi!" My fist collided with the shield. "Don't keep doing this!" Yoshi had started pulling me away. "Please, I need you back!" I, unintentionally, growled as my shouts went unanswered.

"Kiyomi." Ojichan's voice was calm, and I stopped. "Come with me."

Yasuo let me go as I followed my Ojichan. A little embarrassed by the attention I attracted, I bowed my head. Outbursts like that, from me, were actually rare. Believe it or not. As I entered Ojichan's room, I kneeled in front of him as I've done before my father.

"Your father was very much like you when he was little." Ojichan stroked his beard. "Before he dedicated himself to his training, he was quite the troublemaker. Do you believe that?"

I shook my head.

"He used to have outburst just like that." He pointed towards his door where I just flipped out.

"I'm sorry, but what does this have to do with what I did?" I asked.

"Were you thinking clearly?"

I thought back and shook my head. Yoshi is practically his shields so when I just beat that one, I was beating him. "No."

"Your father learned that the hard way. He was out on patrol when the Foot attacked. Their numbers were relentless and Raphael was hurt. Your father lashed out, forgetting about his team. They barely made it out alive." He closed his eyes.

"It doesn't help." I thought out loud.

Ojichan nodded. "Yoshi could end up harming himself."

"I'm scared, Ojichan. He's withering away."

"Yoshi, will have a battle to fight. He will struggle, fall, and lose hope, but we will be here to support him."

I looked at Ojichan. "But how much more can he take?"

He sighed. "Yoshi is strong. He will pull through."

I nodded and hugged him. "I hope."

"Do not fret, my child." He patted my shell. "All will be well."

Pulling away, I thanked him and went into my room. I was definitely getting a lecture later, but why? I'm only trying to help Yoshi. All tied up in the lab, I wanted him to know that he's not alone.

(Yoshi POV)

Kiyo's attempts to make me leave the lab echoed in my head. If only she could understand, all of them. It's my fault mom isn't here. My fist banged on the desk. If I was more careful, that portal should've been easy to detect. Easily, I could've prevented this disaster. I could've stopped the pain my family was feeling. My fault…

"Yoshi, Don is coming back in," Donatello stood, but I kept my shell to him, "We all need our sleep."

I rolled my eyes and turned towards the small purple masked terrapin. "I said I'm fine." Pouting at him, I waited for my anger to dissipate. "Everyone has got to back off."

"We won't until you're well again." Donatello's eyes showed so much pity it actually made me feel sick. With that, he left.

Sighing heavily, I turned back to the screen and started testing some dimensions for breadcrumbs. My eyes were burning from being in the dark and staring into a bright screen.

'Don't use the computer without a light on.'

Mom's voice echoed in my head. Closing my eyes, I slid my hand over my face. Unconsciously, my hand went to the lamp on the desk and turned it on. Momma…

"Yoshi, it's Kiyomi, again."

I froze and turned slowly, towards the door.

"I wanted to say, I'm sorry. With everything going on right now," she stopped for a moment, "I'm scared, Yoshi. Mom's gone, and my pow-, uh , and you."

My chest ached.

"I haven't seen or heard from you in days. Please, I just want to know you're alive." The rest of her words were strangled by her sobbing.

Oh, Shisutā. My heart ached to comfort her, but that was always Yasuo's job. I jolted slightly as Kiyomi's hand rested on the shield I had placed around the lab. Her emotions her implanted on that spot. I swallowed the lump in my throat as her pain crashed into me wave after wave. As long as I could remember, my shields have always been an extension of me. It was as if they were…me. Like, I could just teleport to where my shields go and it was me standing there. Carefully, I got out of my chair, the one I never left, and stood in front of the door with trembling legs. Kiyomi's crying broke through the door. God, it killed me hearing her like this. So, slowly, I opened the door and let my shield down. She didn't hear me come out so I went to my knees and engulfed her in my arms. Tensing slightly at my touch, she gasped in surprise before latching onto my black sweatshirt as if that would keep me from leaving her.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to my little sister. "Watashi wa anata no imōto o aishi."

A/N: So, if any of the Japanese is off let me know! X)