**Author's Note**
More on the way! And this, I believe, will be the last chapter.
Moonrik: I know, I rushed through the mating season, but A) it wasn't my main point, B) I might go back and lengthen it up more in the later future, and C) while they are turtles, only two of them have had sex. And those two have already mated each other, so their animalistic side has already been subdued, while Don and Mikey's sides are still perfectly under wraps.
AMMO121: Never thought about it, really. And in my opinion, there might be too many Mating Season fictions, another reason why I skimmed over it. But don't get me wrong, I love those kinds of fics, just… this isn't one of them.
And now, the FINAL CHAPTER!
*Author's Note**
Forget Me Never
Ch. 11
Donatello breathes deeply as he plummets off a roof and lands flawlessly on the neighboring store. It's truly been awhile, he thinks, ignoring a pain growing in his lung. He slowly starts trailing behind his brothers. Not that he's ever been the fastest, oh no. That title is strictly Mikey's. Leo comes a close second, if it's short distance, but Raphie's the one with the most endurance. He lacks… in everything. Shaking off the pity party and thanking his lucky stars that his brothers are no longer in mating season, he glances across the street and abruptly stops.
"Hey, guys…" his brothers stop a building and a half away, realizing he wasn't with them, and double back. He points to a garage across the street. "Did the Foot and the Purple Dragons have a date?" They stare at the garage he was pointing at. At the same time, through the window, a Foot Ninja and a Purple Dragon goon walked past it within seconds of each other. "Now, dats a site ya don' see ev'ry day." "Then let's break up this little party."
And with that, he and his brothers effectively sneak in. Donatello notices something strange. Many things, actually. One, the cars appear to be nothing more than flashy hot rods. Two, the markings on the Foot Clan have been slashed. These are rogue ninja. Three, this was a trap. Before he could warn his brothers, however, the trap had sprung. His brothers separate, having equal factions from each gang up on them. Absently, Donatello notices that the Foot Clan slashes are divided into four. Some sort of power scale. Slowly, he pulls out his Bo.
They circle him slowly. The Foot glance at the Purple Dragons, as if unsure they should be partnering with the street thugs. One PD gets patient and charges, along with the other gang members. The Foot hold back, but Donatello only notes this on the side as bodies fly. When the last punk is down, only then does the ninjas pounce. He blacks a tanto, only to dodge a kusarigama, rolling away and blocking a tonfa, sweeping the feet of one ninja who was about to throw shuriken. His shell hits a wall, and his eyes widen. "Those slashes represent us."
The Foot back up just a bit, giving his Bo twirling room. Quickly analyzing the weapons, attacks, and the four different slashes on the ruined Foot symbol, he smirks. "The diagonal slash from the right bicep to the lower left means you usually fight Leo." He was proven right, as three tanto quickly strike. He disarms them easily, "While that might have worked on my brother, your problem is those little swords can't hack through wood, especially not in that stance." With a sweep of his weapon, the LeoFoot (he's going to designate the category of rogue ninja like this, if only to keep track) are blown back into a blue 1987 Camaro, effectively stunned. He turns to the rest.
"The ones with the diagonal going left are Raphael's regulars." He blocks a tonfa and stops a mace from cracking his skull with his hand. "While effective against a close-range fighting style, mine is a bit more… out there." He roundhouse kicks the ninja into the brick wall, rendering them unconscious. "My suggestion: gain more fighting techniques. And learn where your best strength lies within the body." He glances at the remaining four ninja.
"The horizontal slash is for Mikey." Immediately, shuriken and kunai fly towards him. He catches them all with the side of his Bo staff, brushing them to the ground like they were dead skin cells. Instantaneously, he catches a bunch of needles in between his fingers. "Your problem with me is that I can catch better than my baby brother. Simple as that." And with that, he tosses the needles back at them, distracting them long enough to knock them out via pressure point. He turns to the last ninja standing.
"And the vertical slash must be for me. And I'm going to guess that you are my star pupil." The DonFoot bows to him in respect, startling him. He bows as well, and immediately starts circling with the ninja. The DonFoot slowly starts spinning his kusarigama. Surprisingly, Donatello is the one who makes the first move, bringing his Bo down in a vertical arch. The enemy ninja blocks the attack with the chain on his weapon. They spin away, once again circling. Donatello fights the urge to start humming swing dance music. The kusarigama flies, catching the middle of Don's Bo staff. He holds his ground, ready to fight to keep his weapon, but ready to release it if need be. The ninja tugs, shockingly dragging the olive-skinned turtle forward. Stull stunned from the enormous endeavor, he can't bite back the surprising gasp of pain in his knuckles. A Hanbo slammed into his fingers, more than likely bruising the skin disturbingly. He smiles softly.
"I've taught you well." He grips his weapon tighter, twisting under it, and throwing the ninja off him and his weapon, effectively disarming the other. "But not well enough. Come on; while that would have been a winning moment usually, you've forgotten the most important thing!" the ninja lands gracefully and pulls out a dagger, obviously an emergency weapon. "Oh yeah? What's that?" the dagger surprisingly gives the ninja enough leeway to back Donatello into a wall, but the chocolate eyed terrapin chalks it under shock; after all, he's never heard a Foot ninja speak before. He smiles after composing himself. "I'm a mutant turtle."
But before he could deliver an amazing move that would bring his enemy to his knees (and shattering one of them) a crash is heard. He glances behind his enemy and only has time to react; he grabs the front of the ninja and tosses him to safety. The next moments were painful. He watched in slow motion as the large demolition vehicle Hun was driving speed up and ram his happy shell into the brick wall behind him. He'll count this as an out of body experience, since he can literally see his carapace being crushed under the metal, his left arm completely shatter and the bones break skin; he can almost feel his head cracking under the brick surface; and then the pain suddenly rushes to him, nearly blinding him, making him near deaf.
The only true thing he can hear is the leader of the Purple Dragons laughing harshly at his pain. His eyelids droop, his body wanting to shut down. Blood dribbles profusely from his mouth. He can't, though. He knows he'll die if he does. He can't even whimper in pain; it hurts too much to even breathe. He swears a rib has punctured a lung. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see a raging Raphael, tossing bodies willy-nilly, just to get to him. He can't even be amazed when his brother single-handedly picks up the metal monstrosity and tosses it onto Hun. His brother quickly catches him, Donatello's one good leg being the only thing to balance him for those few precious seconds. He nearly screams in pain when his brother touches him, but his energy is gone; so it just comes out a breathy moan.
"Leo! Le's go!" picking him up bridal style, Raphael carries his injured brother, doing his damn best not to jostle him. His heart is pounding a mile a minute, his stomach is churning; his brother's lost a disturbingly amount of blood. His brother looks like a broken toy; and that thought makes his legs pump faster. They have to get to LeatherHead's; he's the only one who would even know where to start. "Jus' hang on, Donnie, hang on…" Raph and his brothers quickly drop into the sewers, dashing towards the abandoned subway station. He prays they make it there in time.
His hands and legs start to get slippery, Don's lost so much blood; but they're so close! Just ten more feet, and his brother will be okay! "Raphie…" Right at the front door of the abandoned car, he feels a small hand on his carapace. He stops and looks down at his broken brother. Tears and blood are leaking from his brother's face. "Jus' hang on a bit more, Donnie-boy, we're almost dere…"
"Come…what may…"
"Don, don' do dis rite now!"
"I will… love you…"
"Donnie!"
" 'Til my… dy…ing…"
"Donatello!"
A hand falls lifelessly on a crushed carapace. A roar resonates throughout the empty tunnel. Donatello Hamato was many things: kind, gentle, intelligent far beyond his years, brave, strong, humble, a chuunin in ninjustsu, and a loving brother. Being alive was not one of them.
