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The coldness in the air and the damp wall behind him, is what causers Raphael to wake up and his eyes to take notice of the environment around him. His body tensed, once he notice the old rusty bar door in front of him, he winches in pain as he bumps his arm on the cold wall beside him and realizes the bruise.

He stands, but quickly finds himself to the ground as a sudden jolt of screaming pain goes through his body, his hands move towards his ankle and he winches again – he takes note of his sprain ankle and his back leans onto the cold wall.

"I'm so dead, if Leo finds me." Raph mumbles to himself, hand going through his hair.

His eyes froze and his body shifted closer to the corner – as far as it allowed him to. He knew that smell, when you've been injured as many times as he and his brothers had the smell was a scent he could spot out no matter what, tried to cover it.

His eyes drifted down to the floor, where spots of dried blood were seen, his eyes slowly scan his right and they narrowed with anger and disgust.

A boy beside him, forced into a corner his back siting up right and chains held his writs, half of his face swollen and bruised, bruises up his arms and cuts forcedly done. His blond hair covered in dried blood and Raph easily notice the stitches on the back of his head, but what filled Raph with anger was the boy only looked as young as his little brother.

Shell, maybe younger and he hated that – with enough courage he slowly holds out a shakily hand over towards the teenage still body and he holds his arm in a film grip.

"Hey buddy, you awake?" he asked, looking for at least some kind of respond.

"Pal, are ya deaf or what?" he tensed, again hopping for the blond to say something.

Raph sighs heavy and his hands go through his hair, his knees move close to his chest and he stays there straying at nothing and he allows his mind to wonder.

It isn't until a soft groan is heard, Raph snaps back into reality his eyes glanced over and he smiles as the blond eyes slowly opens up.

"Oh thank god, your still alive," Raph said, as he moves closers.

The teenage blinks as he tries to adjust his vision, he mounts a couple of words, but realized his throat was too dry to talk.

"Hey kid, it's okay. No need to talk, my name Raphael. Raphael Hamato, but my brothers call me Raph. Don't worry kid, but when my family comes looking for me, I'll make sure that you are coming with us."

"H-hamato?" he asked, but he soon frown at the state of his voice.

"Yeah, it's meh last name."

"You said … y-yyour name is R-Raph."

"Well, it's what my brothers and my friends call me. People at school always say's it too long, so they like to use the nicknames, shell even the teachers do … well unless I'm in trouble. But you shouldn't speak, you sound pretty tired."

"M' fine."

"Right," Raph said, not at all convinced. "What's, ya name anyway?"

"Name?" he asked slowly, before his head turns to see Raph beside him.

"Yeah, ya know? A name."

The teenagers eyes sadden, "I had a friend who used to call me Mikey.

"Mikey? What it's short for Michael?" Mikey shakes his head.

"My name used to be Michael, but my friend gave me the name, M-Mi – Michelangelo," he said, after having trouble trying to word it out.

Raph's eyes widen slightly, "Why did he give you that name? And besides, names are more commonly given out to a mother or a father." Mikey slowly nods his head.

"Yeah, but my old names hurts too much. So my friend gave me this new name, it's pretty cool, but long to remember and he often calls me Mikey," he said, as his eyes started to slowly close.

"So ya friend, gave you a new name because ya old name hurts to much," Mikey nods.

"But I never told him the real reason."

"Why not?"

"Because if he knew why. He would hate me, like he does now," Mikey said, turning to rest his cheek on the wall beside.

"How do ya know, he hates you?" Raph can't help and asked, Mikey shrugs.

"Because when he finds out what, I've done and the people I've killed. He wouldn't want to be my friend anymore," tears started to show and Mikey tried to wipe them away, but the chains didn't allow him.

Raph stood there in shock and even though he wanted to know all the answer – he knew now wasn't the best time and he holds his arms close to his chest, staring at the wall in front of him, his eyes glanced over at Mikey.

Shell. Leo, Miwa, please find me. He can't help, but beg inside his mind.

Donnie screamed and yell as he tossed his pillow across the room, and throws his alarm clock to the ground – he can't believe.

He messes up his hair as his hands roughly rub through it, he had just went to lair, hoping and praying that Mikey was still there, hoping that the kid that attack them earlier wasn't his friend. But for once he hated the feeling of being right, he was always right and he didn't mind it because it showed him where he was going and what he was doing, it told him that nothing else could have possible happened.

But now for once in his life he wished to be wrong, he wished it was all wrong, his wished that Mikey was here, smiling and joking about, he wished somebody anyone would prove his theory wrong.

He didn't care about Leo and Miwa voices from outside his door; he didn't care about their panic voices of the sound of their footsteps running back and forth. For once, he wanted somebody to walk in and tell him he was wrong, because until anyone did his theory was a fact and he hated it.

So he screams again and he cries, he hears his name being called out and a knock at the door, he hears someone saying phone, but his mind is too far into its self to care or to do anything about.

"Donatello," Miwa said, screaming over to him and taking him into a hug.

Leo stands in the door way, holding onto a phone and his eyes are full of worry at the sight of his little brother crying into Miwa and clinging to her for dear life.

"Donatello, what is, what's wrong?"

"Why didn't he tell me?" Donnie cried out and Leo slowly walks towards them.

"Who's he and what do you mean, he didn't tell you?" she asked and Leo places a hand on his brother shoulder.

"Mikey. Mikey didn't tell me, but that's because I'm wrong, isn't it? I've got to be wrong," Donnie plead.

Miwa and Leo quickly exchanged worried expressions – they knew something was wrong, Donnie would be the last person to admit that anything wrong especially if it was one of his theories.

"He told me he had a bad past," Donnie mutters, "but he never told me it was that bad."

"Donnie, what are you talking about? Please tell us little brother." Leo asked.

"Mikey, Mikey was trained to kill." Miwa and Leo's eyes widen.

"Hold on Mikey as in Michelangelo, the one you told me about a couple of days ago?" Leo asked and Miwa glances at her brother.

"You know?" she asked Leo and he nods.

"Yes," Donnie said, finally answers Leo question.

"How do you know all this Donatello?" Miwa asked and Donnie wipes his tears away.

"I w-worked it out, Leo remember the kid that attacked us on the roof top?" Leo nods, "I put it together, after Slash told us that information about China town, I don't believe half of it, but I believe the part about the blood on his hands. Mikey never told me about his past, but when I went to see him the day before he disappeared."

"He had blood on his hands and his shirt, he was very distressed and he was acting like nothing I've ever seen him before. He screamed and yelled at me –"

"Did he hurt you?" Leo can't help and asked, but Donnie shakes his head.

"No, not physically anyway. But still, Mikey was so broken that day, he was so lost and he didn't know what was going on. I think, I think he told me to never come back because he wanted to protect me." Donnie quietly said.

Leo and Miwa exchanged worried expression at one another hoping Raph would come home soon – so the two wouldn't need to tell Donnie his older brother was missing.

Once clam down the two siblings had help drag Donnie to the kitchen, Leo sitting beside him holding his brother in his arms and Miwa felling up a cup of water. She hands Donnie the glass, who slowly takes it with a shakily hand and drinks without questioned. Once he placed it down, his eyes scan the area and he can't help and feel like something missing, he glanced to his older sister and to his brother.

"Where's Raph?" he asked and if he didn't know better he could have sworn his older siblings tensed at the name.

Leo's eyes drifted towards the floor and Miwa sighs before sitting next Donnie, she places a hand on his shoulder and he finches at contact. He knows something had happened and his mind is trying to run away – hopping not to hear what she has to say.

"Were not sure and we think he might be missing," Donnie opens his mouth, but Miwa contains. "Father gone to look for him and were hoping, he might've have gone for a morning jog … or at least something on those lines."

"But Raph doesn't go for morning jogs, he hates waking up early especially on summer vacation. Shell he doesn't even like waking up early on school days."

"We know Donnie," both Leo and Miwa said simultaneously.

"Oh," Donnie said and now a new whole set of tears are starting to show.

He soon finds himself crying and was excepting for his older sister to take him into a hug, but was surprise to find when Leo takes him into a hug. He didn't care and allows himself to cry into his older brother, he feels another set of arms around him and blinking through tears he notice Miwa had taken the two into a hug as well.

The three stayed like this for a while and even when the doorbell rings, they're hesitated – hopping the person would go away, however after a while they notice that it was a very slim chance. Miwa nuzzles her brothers foreheads and wipes away any tears that might've have showed, before walking towards the door.

"Yes," she answered and was greeted by man in a suite. "Can I help you?"

"My name is Leatherhead. I was wondering if you know anyone by the name of Michael Bradford?" the tall muscle man asked.

"No sorry, we don't," the man coughs.

"Right, I forgot. Sorry about that, but he didn't want to be called by that name anymore. Can't blame him, the poor kid been through a lot. I believe his name is Michelangelo now. I have to admit, it does suit him quite well."

Miwa eyes narrowed, unsure to trust this man or not, "what is it that you would like to know?"

"I'm looking for someone called Donatello Hamato."

"He's not here," she quickly lied, hoping the man will by it.

"That's me," all eyes turned to Donnie who was standing beside his sister.

She turns to frown at Leo, but the frown soon disappears and turns into a sympathetic expression at the sight of Leo's head in shame.

"Hello Donatello. May I ask you a couple off questioned concerning Michelangelo?" Donnie nods.

"Hold on. Who are you and what do you want with both my brother and Michelangelo?"

"Yes sorry about that, I guess you wouldn't allow a stranger into your home. But please, can you at least let an old man in. I'm very worried about Michelangelo health and welling."

Miwa eyes turned cold, but her head suddenly turns to Donnie as he pulls on her shirt.

"He really is worried and Mikey never knew anyone cared for him. This can be something to help bring him back," Donnie said quietly and Miwa takes him into a hug.

"Very well Donatello, you deal with this and I'll go see if I can bring Leo back to his senses." Donnie nods and returns the hug.

Once Miwa drags Leo into the family dojo, Donnie looks up at the man.

"What is it do you want to know?"

"When was the last time you saw him?" Leatherhead asked and Donnie leads him to the table.

"A couple of days ago. I found him this place in the sewers and he nicknamed it the lair," the man chuckles,

"Yes, Michelangelo has a love for nicknaming things. He even nicknamed all of his toes, has he told you that?" Donnie shakes his head.

"No," Leatherhead frowns. "When I found him, he was quite sick and he hadn't eaten much for a while. Later that night he had fallen very ill and if it wasn't for my sister and I. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have survived."

"Sometimes that friend of mind can be very careless."

"Friend?" Donnie can't help and asked and Leatherhead nods his head.

"Yes. I know it might seem odd, but Michelangelo saved me a couple of years ago. You see when I met him, I had recently lost my job and my wife had died from a car crash, I went to alcohol to try and wash away my problems. I didn't think I had an addiction, but I slowly lost all of my friends. I would lose my tempter and when I did finally notice I had an addiction, I didn't even know who I was anymore."

"I only saw myself as a monster and unable to handle with the new information. I still went back to alcohol and tried to stop myself, but it was no use and then one day … I couldn't take it anymore. I was ready to end it all.

What are you doing? The voice of Mikey echo through Leatherhead mind, he leans his head on his hand.

"Oh," Donnie said. "You don't need –"

"It was kind of funny, how he saved me," Leatherhead admits, still not taking his head away from his hand. "He just kept on annoying me and asking questions and even at my lowest point, he never left my side. After a while, I manage to get help and I slowly recovered, now that I've recover. I've got my life back on track, I might not ever find love again, but I've got an apartment and I have a new job."

"However during my recovery, I lost track of Michelangelo. One day, he just stop showing up and I've tried to find him, but no luck."

"So how do you know to look for me?" Leatherhead chuckles and reaches for his pocket on the inside of his suit.

"Trust me my friend. I have my ways, but tell me. If you ever find Michelangelo again, please contact me." he said, handing him a paper card. "It has all my details. Also can I ask you to give him a message for me?"

Donnie nods, "Tell him, those people well pay for what they have done to him. And the case is almost cracked."

Donatello only watches blankly as the man leaves and he can't help, but wonder – if Leatherhead knew more about the location then he did.

"Meow."

Donnie raised an eye brow as the door closes and the orange cat walks in staring at him.

"Meow."

"Klunk?" he said, noticing how annoyed the orange feline looked.

Dun, dun, dun. Klunk back in action and Leatherhead is in, come on Donnie hurry up and save your brother and Mikey. 0-o wait, I'm writing this, will that was awkward.

Any who as always thank you guys so much for enjoying this story, I hoped you like how I added Leatherhead in. I did tried to stay close to his background as possible and explain what had happened in in his life as a more logical way to relate to in real life.

Once again, thanks to all my super amazing and awesome, readers and reviews. You guys are just awesome and I hope you have a wonderful great day/ night. Also I look forward to read your reviews. :)

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