All TMNT characters are © Peter Laird & Kevin Eastman, now currently Nickelodeon.
Author Note: Older : See Chapter 1. Latest Story Summery: With Shredder's demented son Kano on the loose, Karai is forced to accept the Turtles her allies in the upcoming war. She wants to be the only leader of the Foot Clan and Kano has plans to get rid of her. She will not go down without a bloody fight and will need to add the terrapins warriors to her now shrinking Foot clan army. She presents an offer that Leonardo can not refuse.
Cast: April O'Neil, Casey Jones, May Jones, and the Turtles; Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Donatello.
This is my first TMNT fic and since I've seen the newer TMNT movie now, this fic is based off the live action Turtles movies and the newer TMNT CGI movie & some of the 2K3 series, yet I like having Splinter as formerly being the human Hamato Yoshi as in the 80's cartoon (not a pet rat as in the movies). Please Read and Review what your thoughts are for this story/chapter!
Note:See the Art on my DA site called 'TMNT Draco and 3 Turtles' to see how the adult Turtles would look like in this story. Enjoy!
Slash the Turtle is featured in this fic, but since I never got to see the Archie Comics version of him, so I'll create my own personality/history/background for him (this story was written before the Nick version of Slash came along - see my new stories for Slash and Raph).
Hope it's somewhat like the one people like best of him. I want to do him some justice since he was such an unappreciated character in the Fred Wolf cartoons. Also Rahzar gets a mention here. He and Tokka will show up later on (they will be like the 90's Fred Wolf film version of them which I find their loyal friendship very charming. The 2nd live action movie's version will not be accounted for since it clashes with the 90's cartoon version, sorry movie lovers!).
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Destruction of Turtle Trust
After going over Mona Lisa's notes on her pre-cure for him, Donatello asked to be alone so he could do his favorite thing. Tinkering. It had been so long since he had done some real good tinkering in his own lab.
Raph seemed more than happy to leave him be so he could have Mona Lisa all to himself. They went out somewhere, but Don didn't care to pay any mind since he was enthralled with his work.
Now that he was cured, he could enjoy himself by creating something new and exciting to make life easier for them all. There was a new invention he had on the tip of his mind.
But when he tried to create it, Don realized he needed more equipment. Don searched for what he needed on the internet.
Unfortunately, they were fairly expensive parts. Don was left with a problem. How could he get these parts? Stealing- er, borrowing was out since the equipment he needed was sensitive and couldn't be jostled about.
Should he 'borrow' the parts, the security guards might notice and chase him. It would be hard to be stealthy carrying large parts like those. Plus, he couldn't risk damaging any of what he needed as they were in limited quantities to start with.
What he could do is buy them from the internet and have them delivered some place like a community college in the rear and pick them up. But that, of course, took money. And plenty of it.
He had refused his pay from Karai and he wouldn't be caught dead using any of her money to fund his inventions. He wanted nothing to do with that psycho woman's plans of winning a wasteful war so she could rule the city.
Why, oh WHY did Leo have to like Karai anyway? Couldn't he see that she was bad and power hungry? Don doubted Karai truly cared for Leo. She only wants to use him AND them. Hmph! Karai would be the end of them, he just knew it.
As Don searched the newspapers to find a job he could do while in disguise, he noticed an ad for buy one get one free pizza in a bad section of the city. Thinking of Mikey, Don pulled on a trench coat and hat to go there.
Raph had said Leo might come home to the Lair any time now and surely Mikey would be with him. He would be hungry too so Don was going to cheer him up with some pizzas.
Even though he couldn't afford those parts, he could still afford pizzas. He walked towards that dangerous region of the city and as usual, he encountered some muggers along the way.
Tired of fighting to keep what was his, Don simply took off his hat and waited. The goons were frightened by his appearance at first, but laughed it off.
They thought he was wearing a Halloween mask. And they didn't go away like Don wanted them to. Sighing, he pulled out his bo staff from his back and took a fighting stance.
The goons began their attack, but they were easily defeated. The one guy with a pistol didn't have a chance as Don whacked the gun out of his hand with the end of his bo.
A few punches and kicks later, Don left them beaten and moaning at the street corner. He went along his way, hoping he wouldn't run into more low lives. He didn't like to fight, but he would if he had to.
Play-fighting was a little different; he was a tad more open to that. But a challenging real fight with his brothers (the kind Leo preferred) wasn't something that peaked his interest. It usually involved him getting battered and bruised in the end.
Sure, he could fight well, but his heart just wasn't into it. So his brothers were usually better fighters than he was. He didn't care. He was a scientist, not a gladiator. Pain was something he wanted to avoid, not ask for.
Finally, he arrived at his destination. Unfortunately, the place was closed. Disappointed that he walked all this way for nothing, Don was about to turn around to go back home when something caught his eye.
Down the street was a bunch of flashing neon lights and fairly large crowd trying to get into a night club. With his natural terrapin night vision, Don could see that the people were dressed up as different animals of all things.
Curious, he went down there and hung around the back of the crowd. The people entered the night club and Don followed them in. An amazing sight displayed before his brown eyes as he took in his new surroundings.
The people going about in the club were either dressed up as animals or had major plastic surgery to make them look like real animals. There was an abundance of cat people, mostly big cat species.
A pack of wolves people were tightly huddled in one corner of the pub. Don thought he saw someone familiar. He squinted to see him better. No way! It couldn't be...Rahzar?!
Then a pretty lady with a double-D cup size passed in front of him and Don's eyes followed her. The waitress was dressed up as a rabbit, complete with the fluffy tail on her rump.
There was hooting and whistling at the performers on stage. Don was quickly distracted once more by beauty. He happily watched the ostrich ladies dancing, kicking their long smooth legs up into the air.
He was standing in the way of where people walked and was promptly shoved. The guy who pushed him was a lizard of some kind; forked tongue, scales, and all.
"Hey, whoa! Sorry there, fellow reptile. Didn't mean to push ya there." he said, grinning. Don shrugged, not bothered by the collision. He barely felt it anyway.
"No problem." Don replied, then kept the guy there for a moment to ask questions. "This dressing up as animals thing; is this how it is all the time here?"
"You bet it is, bro! This is the only tavern that accepts people like us." the guy said, his smile never fading. He noted the confused look on Don's face and he went on.
"Hu-animals, man! You! Me! Jeez, you're as hu-animal as they get and you don't even know it?" The lizard guy laughed and slapped Don's shell in a friendly manner.
"That's some awesome plastic surgery, man! Your shell feels real and everything! That's a wicked look you got there!" he praised, then walked away with a wave. "See ya around man!"
Don gave a half wave and looked back to the stage. It currently was empty so Don wandered over to the bar and sat on a stool. Not wanting to get drunk again, he ordered water and inspected it for a while before drinking it.
A few moments later, a lady was rushing around behind him and muttering angrily to herself. "Where is he? Where is he?" Then she noticed Don and grabbed him by the marginal of his shell, surprising him.
"THERE you are!" she cried, turning him around to face her. "Where have you been? You're supposed to be on stage in five minutes! Get these on and get up there!"
"Huh!? What?" Don said as she gave him a shiny belt, plus elbow and knee pads with holographic tassels attached to them. The lady's friend from another night club was supposed to have sent this new dancer an hour ago. Why was he so late?
"There's no time! Hurry up!" the lady hissed and pulled him away to a dressing room. Don tried to tell her that he wasn't the person she thought he was and she stopped.
"You're a turtle, aren't you?" she asked, eyeing him funny. She needed a new type of dancer right away. The customers were tired of seeing bird people dance on the stage. It was time to switch to reptilian dancers.
"Yeah, but I've never been here before. I-" Don tried to say.
"You can dance, can't you?" This lady was persistent.
"Yeaah..." Don replied. He was the best dancer amongst his brothers afterall. Mikey was the best singer, next to Raph. He hoped she wouldn't ask him to sing as he didn't get as much practice as Mikey did.
"I don't have to sing, do I?" he asked, making sure. He had plenty of practice dancing as he did it almost everyday, but not singing. He could carry a tune, but it wasn't really his thing. Dancing was.
"No, no. I'm paying for you to just dance. Twenty-five dollars an hour for a simple step and fifty for an erotic strip-down." she said, peaking Don's interest.
He needed a job and here was one just waiting for him! And he didn't need to be in disguise; he could be his beautiful terrapin self here. The pay was very good and there were sexy women everywhere. What more could he ask for?
"Ah, good! You brought your own pole. That's perfect! The one on stage hasn't been set up yet, so use yours. Be ready when I get back." The lady hurried away, leaving Don to wonder what just happened.
No way would he disappoint this pretty lady. Especially not after she offered him such a high-paying job that he needed. What great luck!
Don put the fancy belt and pads on. He glanced in the mirror in the room and liked how flashy he looked. He playfully flexed his muscles, pleased with his handsome reflection.
The lady came back and praised him on how good he looked, boosting the now happy terrapin's confidence. "Sweet! You're just perfect! Come on now, mister... Uh, what was your name?"
"Donatello Hamato. But my friends call me Don." he replied, giving a last name to make him appear more 'normal'.
"So, does that make you Italian or Japanese?" she asked, constantly eyeing his smooth toned muscles. Don was enjoying it to the maximum. What guy doesn't like an admiring girl?
"Both, I guess." Don said, not sure what was the right answer. This lady was the only person here who was not as heavily made up as an animal.
She only had a pair of bunny ears on clipped into her hair. These were people pretending to be animals, not real animals being part human like he was.
He didn't know how these hu-animal people would treat a real humanized mutant turtle, though he guessed it would be more positive than how Rose treated him.
Thinking about her made Don cringe in painful depreciation. The lady asked him what was wrong and he quickly did away with those thoughts of Rose.
"Nothing... It's nothing." Don repeated in a stronger voice and changed the subject. "What's your name?"
"Cleopatra Satin, but you can call me Cleo. Anyway, we'll have to do formalities later. You have to go on stage now." She herded him to the stage and announced him.
Don felt a bit nervous as he never danced publicly before and worried that these people might not like him. Nevertheless, he swallowed his anxiety and pretended that those people weren't there as he began to dance like he always did.
It wasn't too long before the women in the audience started to squeal and holler with wild approval. Many praising comments were given, pleasing Don a lot. It was almost too good to be true!
Growing more confident, he let loose his best hip thrusting moves on his new fans. The ladies screamed in joy, throwing paper flowers, a thing customers did in this pub to show that they wanted more.
Don used his bo staff to perform fancy hybrid fighting dance moves, such a twirling upside down while kicking his legs out in a full 360° circle. The boss lady, Cleo was watching and judging him.
If he didn't do well, she would have to get rid of him and get someone else. But that wasn't the case at all. He was absolutely amazing! And sexy too...wow!
The customers seemed to love him and martial arts hybrid dance moves were really something else. It was new and different. He was an instant hit and Cleo had plans on keeping him there for good.
When it was time for Don's show to end, the customers begged for another showing. So Cleo let him go on again. Don didn't mind since he was working some tension off down below.
Near the end of his second showing, a zebra girl glomped him on stage and forced a kiss on his beak. Cleo had the zebra girl sent back to the tables and reminded everyone that they are not to touch her dancers or else she'd call the cops.
Cleo took Don back to the dressing rooms and let him know what a good job he was doing. She told him to come back the next night too.
"Wait here. I'll be back to give you your pay." she said, hurrying away. Don raised an eye ridge and grinned a bit. Under the table pay. He didn't need to worry about giving a fake social security number or deal with taxes for this job. Good!
Don took off the pads and belt, placing them on the dresser table. He put his leather belt back on and slipped his bo staff into its holder behind his shell.
Cleo came back shortly after Don was pulling on his trench coat. She handed him an envelope with cash inside. "You were just perfect out there, Don. I'd like you to come back tomorrow night around ten." she said, patting his shoulder.
"No problem." Don agreed, looking to where her hand stayed on his shoulder. Unable to help herself, she ran her hand down the length of his arm to feel his muscles.
Cleo really liked this good looking terrapin dancer so much that she couldn't believe it herself. He was covered in smooth strong muscles; not overly bulky or thin, he was just right. He was simply perfect...
Donnie was confidence personified at this point, so he decided to try his luck with this pretty lady even though she was his boss now. He could tell when a girl liked him and this Cleo lady definitely liked him, no doubt.
"Cleo, I was wondering..." Don began, smiling gently at her as she withdrew her hand.
"If you'd like to have a drink with me after work?" she asked, being as forward as he was. Don's eyes gave her the answer as she grinned back.
"I'd love to." she said, tucking a lock of her dyed blue hair back behind her ear. "I know we just met and everything, but when I saw you dancing on stage... Something inside of me clicked. You know what I mean?"
"Click?" Don pretended to be confused, then chuckled. "Yeah, I know. A click, a spark. How about a flame?"
Cleo was beginning to love that sly sexy 'critical' look of his. "Maaaybe. We'll see." she teased, pressing her fingers to his chest and dancing them across his upper scutes.
"Yes we will..." Don replied, taking her hand and kissing it. Then his lips traveled up her arm. She laughed and playfully pushed him away.
"Whoa there, boy!" she cried, hiding her hand from him. "Frisky, aren't you?"
Don shrugged cutely. She smiled, stifling a giggle. "I like that. You certainly got what I'm looking for in a new dancer. Meet me after midnight. You can walk me home."
"Sure." Don watched her leave the room, her eyes speaking to him as she kept looking over her shoulder at him.
Don hung around the night club, waiting for it to close so he could get to know Cleo better. He had to battle many ladies off himself as he sat at a table to watch the other female dancers, lion cat girls this time.
Sure he liked the ladies to glomp him, but not if he wanted to snag Cleo for his own. He was a one lady Turtle, although having a harem might be fun and keep his loins sane.
Nah. Keeping track of so many females would only wear him down, so one was enough. Don looked over to where the wolf people were at, but most of them were gone. Rahzar wasn't there anymore.
Don sure hoped that dog wasn't watching him while he was dancing. That gave him a creepy feeling, plus it embarrassed him. Not that he should care much what Rahzar thought, but still.
He wondered what his brothers would think of his new job. Don had a bad feeling that Leo would instantly disapprove. Mikey would probably tease him, if he ever returned to his old self that is. Raph would probably beg him not to tell others that they were related.
He would need to keep his new job a secret from them, especially Leo. If Leo could do whatever he wanted with 'Little Miss Shredder', then Don should have a right to do as he pleased to.
Why should he answer to Leo for what he did anyway? He was just his brother, not his father...
Splinter...
Splinter probably wouldn't approve of this either. But he was gone now and Don wasn't a kid anymore. He was an adult and this was his life. It wasn't like he was going to become a porno star from all this.
Thoughts of how this could tarnish his 'Sweet Innocent Donatello' image were dashed.
'I need those parts so I can make that invention. I know I can recreate that anti-aging ray so I can end world hunger. I'll make it a little different so it doesn't turn out to be another 'fountain of youth'.' he thought.
He was really doing this all for a good cause. If he could be a professor at a college university, he certainly would. But being a Turtle, he couldn't. Which led him right back to that dilemma he had with Rose.
'Why did she have to reject me for being something I can't help? How can she be so...narrow-minded?' Don thought. He felt his heart ache with deep sorrow.
All his life, he had to deal with rejection for being what he was. A mutant Turtle, oh boy! That's not the norm to those intolerant 'afraid-of-anything-different-than-them' humans.
'At least this place is open-minded.' Don thought, making new acquaintances here and there. In one area of the pub, there was a gay group of hu-animal people, though they hardly looked anything like hu-animals. They weren't dressed up or anything.
Don didn't mind them as long as they didn't hit on him. But he knew how much Leo REALLY disliked such humans. Raph wasn't crazy about them either, so he usually avoided them.
Mikey was open to those people as he liked to cross-dress even though he wasn't gay himself. Don did wonder about Mikey before, but not anymore after he saw how hung up he was on Kameko.
Before Kameko and Karai's fruity battle for the city crap, Mikey had made friends while Leo made an army of enemies with the homosexual communities.
More often than not, Leo would lecture them and tell them how wrong he believed them to be. He tried to get them to change and actually succeeded, which infuriated certain others.
Don wasn't sure if Leo was still converting the humans like that, he didn't know. He had no desire to watch what Leo was doing with his free time. That was his business, not Don's.
A small fight broke out in the gay area and a tan guy wearing dreadlocks was being slammed into the wall. Three other guys were spitting in his face, punching the snot out of him, and blasting obscenities at the poor man.
Being so used to springing into action when injustice appears, Don stood up quickly to stop the beating. A clawed hand went down on his shoulder to stop him.
"Leave the mammals be."
Don recognized that voice and turned to see someone he thought he'd never lay eyes on again. Slash! The larger dark green Turtle shook his head disapprovingly.
"I can't let that guy get tortured like that!" Don hissed back, pulling away roughly. Slash 'hmph'ed contemptuously.
"We animals have to fend for ourselves. Not expect a hero to come every moment there's trouble. It's a stupid mammal problem. Let them handle it." he said. Don narrowed his eyes at him critically.
"I happen to care about those 'stupid' mammals." Don scowled, hating this prejudice attitude Slash was giving him. The guy thinks he can just appear and tell him what to do? Nuh-uh. No way!
"And don't tell me what I should or should not do!" Don added and went over to help the man with yellow dreadlocks. Don tried to reason with them verbally as he'd rather avoid a physical fight.
But as usual, the men weren't interested in listening to reason. The first guy swung his fist which Don simply turned around and he hit his hard shell instead.
While that guy was nursing his wounded fist, another tried to charge at him. Don used him as a 'weapon' by grabbing and throwing him into the other guy, causing them to fall into a pitiful heap of swearing rage.
"Look, I really don't want to hurt you. Just leave this guy alone. Whatever he's done, it can be worked out by talking about it." Don explained.
"Damn vigilante! Mind your own fucking business! Jesse here owes us!" cried one guy, named Jay. He was the one who hurt his hand on Don's shell.
"Yeah, he owes us for all the pot he STOLE off us!" snapped another, called Rally.
"So unless you can cough up the cash, Jesse, we're gonna wail on you every time we see your shitty worthless face!" hollered another, known as Profat-Daddy. He and his two friends were part of a gang called the Iceatopes.
Their leader was known as The One. Profat-Daddy was the leader's right hand man and if there was trouble, he was there to correct it so The One didn't have to waste his time with it.
"So get your damned green scaly nose out of our affairs, douchebag!" added Profat-Daddy, flipping Don the 'Finger'. "Whatcha supposed to be anyway, freak?! Some kinda damned frog-wanna-be?"
"Try terrapin, 'friend'." Don replied, his threshold for trash-talking humans was now spent. Usually Don didn't take pleasure in beating others up, but he did then. They really needed a lesson in respecting others and pain was a good tool.
Jesse was grateful that finally someone came to save him from another daily beating. He thanked Don graciously and went as far as to kiss his feet. Don moved away and told him it was the least he could do.
"I suggest not coming here anymore." Don said, but Jesse shook his head. "It don't matter much. Wherever I go, they follow me. Besides, my honey-cat's dances here. I love to watch 'im."
"I see you are the new dancer here." he added, worrying Don. Jesse noted his troubled look and waved his hand at him.
"Nah, nah. Not to worry, reptiles ain't my thing. I dig only my sexy tiger man, Kelly. Thanks for helping me out, but watch yer back. The Iceatopes never forget a face." Jesse warned and hurried off when he saw someone.
It must have been Kelly. Don looked away when the two guys kissed. He didn't understand it nor did he want to. He was perfectly happy chasing after girls. They had their way and he had his. As long as there was respect from both sides, things were fine as far as Don was concerned.
Finally midnight came around and Don helped Cleo close up the night club. He noticed her testing a taser, the electricity crackling loudly.
"So that's how you get home safely at night, huh?" Don asked. Cleo nodded. "It's my best weapon. This thing can shoot out a good jolt several feet away. Works wonders on the creeps lurking around here."
"Well, this is a bad part of the city. I was nearly mugged when I came here. But I took care of them." Don boasted, punching a fist into his open hand to express himself better.
"I bet you did. You must workout everyday to get muscles like these." she commented, running a hand down his arm.
"My older brother makes me train. I don't like to really. I'm more a scientist than anything else." Don said, walking side by side Cleo down the dark street.
"A scientist? You? You sure don't look like it!" Cleo was surprised, her laughing upsetting Don. Did she think he was just a pretty boy with no brains? Hmph.
"You're...not joking... Okieee..." she said more to herself than to him. She felt bad for offending him. She didn't think he was dumb or anything, but a scientist? He didn't look like one to her. He looked like a giant turtle, period.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." she said then. She felt a bit awkward since she wasn't super smart herself. She was only smart business-wise, other than that, she was almost as bad off as Mikey. "So, you're really a scientist?"
"Yes, I have my own lab and I'm glad you gave me this job so I can buy some equipment I need." Don explained, then did away with his ill feelings and smiled at her.
"I'm glad I could help. I just wondered why my friend Sam didn't send you over sooner."
"Who's Sam?" Don asked, hoping that he wasn't a boyfriend of Cleo's.
"Didn't she send you? I thought she sent you." Cleo said, realizing a mistake may have been made.
"No. I don't know who she is or anything. No one sent me. I just walked in." Don replied, at ease to know 'Sam' was really a girl. But did he accidentally take some other guy's job? Uh oh...
"Hold on, I'll call her." Cleo pulled out her cel phone and pressed a few buttons, speed dialing her friend.
"Isn't it kinda late to be calling someone?" he asked.
"No, it's alright. She owns an all night club five miles from here. She's always up at night." Cleo said, then talked with Sam. She told her that she couldn't find a dancer to send her that night and didn't have time to let her know.
After Cleo hung up, Don expressed his concerns of stealing someone else's job from them. She patted his shoulder again to reassure him.
"It's fine, Don. Sam said she couldn't send me anybody and you didn't take anyone's job from them. I'm just so glad you came when you did otherwise my customers would be having a fit even now. It's not easy to find good male dancers, you know."
"Lucky for you that I love to dance." Don said playfully, doing a fast naughty jig for her. She giggled and sighed from the laughter.
"Oh, Don! You're so funny!" she gasped. Thankfully, they weren't bothered by any criminals on the way to Cleo's house. Don told her a little about his brothers and she let him know about her younger sister.
Soon, they were at her townhouse and she unlocked the door. "Come in. We can talk some more before you go home. I bet you're hungry. I've got pizza." she offered.
"Cleo, you just said the magic word." Don said, grinning. He followed her in and lost track of time as he spent three hours talking with her.
Then he remembered he had his cel phone off and turned it back on. He went back to talking to Cleo happily. She told him practically everything. Ever since her husband and son were killed in a plane crash, she was lonely and depressed.
Then she made friends with some animal right activists at the local pet store and together they helped her open her own night club supporting animal rights. Cleo loved animals and hu-animal people fascinated her.
She was so open and honest, that Don felt as if he could maybe trust her. He carefully asked her what she thought of real animals becoming human-like.
"I don't know if that's possible, but hey! Yeah, that'd be really awesome. I always wanted to know what my animal friends are thinking. It'd be really interesting to hear their point of view." Cleo said, drinking some warm milk.
"What if I told you that it is possible and there are real animal-people out there?" Don asked, finishing his second can of soda. He really loved those fizzy drinks. Ah, sugar!
"You're not pulling my leg, are you?" Cleo could see in his expression that he wasn't and wanted to know more.
"Oh yeah! Right, you're a scientist! Did you create something then? I hope you didn't hurt any lab animals, they don't deserve that." Cleo pointed out.
"I'd never hurt my kin..." Don said quietly and Cleo wasn't sure if she heard him right.
"What?"
To Be Continued in Chapter 22!
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Current events/In the next chapter(s): Don's about to tell Cleo what he is when Leo calls and demands he return home to find a cure for Mikey's 'human curse' problem RIGHT NOW and he also wants to know, 'WHERE is Raph?' Tension already builds at this point. It won't be pretty.
ding ding ding! Match between the blue and purple clad terrapins will start soon, be there!
Mikey has a new problem on his hands with letting Angel down gently, (such a thing is never a easy task). Will he be able to do it and not hurt her feelings?
Chaplin indirectly sends an emotional wedge between Leo and Karai and things don't go well for them.
Mona Lisa and Raph spend some quality time together, but end up in the middle of a gang war!
Keep reading to find out more on the story! Until next time! ^_^