Sorry about the delay, I had some serious writers block and I wanted to complete my other story "Experiment T112" before I updated this one. Now that one story is out the way, I should have more time for this one.

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT


What I never told you

Rooftop Run

Michelangelo woke up with a loud yawn and tried to fall back asleep by burrowing under his blankets. The deafening beeping of his alarm clock kept him from his desired sleep. Sloppily extending his good arm, Mikey wacked his bedside table before he finally got his alarm turned off.

Rolling into his blanket Mikey prepared to go back to the land of dreams. He could just feel himself being pulled into sleeps embrace when his precious blankets were ripped off his body, allowing the cold in.

"Uhhhh…" Mikey sleepily groaned, shivering from the cold, "Why'd you take my blanket mum?"

"Try again Mikey." A male voice replied.

Mikey snapped awake at the unexpected voice, "Leo?" Mikey gradually sat up, letting out a yawn, "Why are you here?"

"School of course." Leo stated, neatly folding the superhero blanket, "Or did you forget that today is the first day of school?" Leo deposited the bundle of blankets on the end of Mikey's bare bed.

"Not my-" Mikey was interrupted by a yawn, "-first day, Leo. I've been going there since September." Mikey reminded, trudging over to his closet to find some clean clothes that weren't sprawled out on his bedroom floor.

Some when during Mikey's hunt for clothes, Leo vanished (most likely having gone back to his own apartment) so Mikey took a speedy shower, gobbled down his breakfast and went in search for him. Mikey found him waiting just outside the lobby's doors. The 14-year-old hopped down the few steps to join his friend.

The Hamato's had been in America for two weeks now and during that time they had spent a lot of time hanging out with Michelangelo and Joan. They had discovered that Leo and Mikey would be in the same grade when they returned to school. Thankfully, Mikey's wrist had quickly healed from the accident and now it rarely caused him any pain.

When the school bus pulled up, Leo and Mikey climbed in and sat together at the back. They had a civilised conversation until they arrived outside the school.

"You'll love my friends Leo! There's Mondo who's an awesome skateboarder like me and then there is Leatherhead who is huge and sweet, but he also has anger issues so don't make him mad." Mikey spoke, skipping up the school steps.

"Can't wait to meet them." Leo said with a hint of boredom, "I need to go collect my schedule." Leo pointed at the school's office.

"Alright, dude. See you at lunch!" Mikey waved at Leo before he dashed off to meet his friends.

Once Leo had collected his schedule, he found his way to his homeroom room. Thankfully he found it quite quickly and he took a seat before the rest of the students filed in. He was glad when Mikey walked through in with the crowd, waving and smiling at Leo, and took the seat next to the Japanese teen.

"Cool dude, we're in the same homeroom!" Michelangelo exclaimed, fist pumping the air.

"Quite down Michelangelo." The teacher lightly scolded.


The famous Donatello Carpenter sat at his desk scribbling down some notes on a piece of paper. His chocolate eyes darting between the multiple books that were lying open on the desk and the several pieces of papers that were scattered around. Slamming his pencil down in frustration, he groaned and scrunched up the paper before adding it to the growing piles that littered his bedroom floor.

"Why can't I get it right?" Donnie asked the empty room, "Why won't it work?"

Ignoring the scrunched-up pieces of paper, Donatello paced around his room, muttering to himself about his project. Gradually his frustration diminished, and he felt calm and level headed again.

Abandoning his project, for the time being, Donnie viewed the world outside his misty window. There was still a light dusting of snow, but it was clear to see that spring was slowly moving in. A few colourful flowers were starting to bloom, brightening the bland world. The clouds were clearing to reveal a calm blue sky.

Getting an idea, Donatello ran over to his desk and retrieved a small device. He slipped it into the pocket of his jeans before he opened one of his tall windows and using the strong vines that ran along the side of the building, Donnie climbed out his window and down to the ground. He donned a coat, gloves and the reflective sunglass that he always wore whenever he went out in public.

Thanks to his height, Donnie easily vaulted over the perimeter wall and was sprinting down the path.


"Nah, nah, nah, nah! You can't get me." Michelangelo taunted as he dodged the balls that were thrown in his direction. The balls bounced off the gymnasium wall and rolled along the dusty floor. He scooped up one of the soft balls that stopped near his feet and with great aim, he chucked it at his opponent, hitting them square in the chest.

Mikey locked eyes with his final opponent. The two of them glared at each other like they were in a wild west shootout. Without breaking eye contact, Mikey picked up a dodgeball and prepared to throw while his opponent braced himself.

Chasseing forward, Mikey swung his arm back and released the ball when he pushed it through the air towards his opponent. The ball hastily flew through the gap between them but before the ball could hit the opponent, he dropped down on his knees and caught it against his chest.

"Out!" The coach announced, pointing at the bewildered blond, "Leonardo's team wins."

"No hard feelings Mikey." Leo rolled onto the balls of his feet before standing back up, "That was pretty impressive. You have amazing speed and accuracy, but you just need to make it less obvious as to where you were going to throw. Your eyes kept glancing to where you aimed to throw."

"Dude… I almost won and for your information, I don't look at where I aim to throw, I stare my enemy down." Mikey whined.

Leo smiled at Mikey's statement and gently coughed into his arm, "You do it naturally." He patted Mikey on the back and headed towards the locker room when the coach dismissed them. Mikey pouted and childishly stomped after his newest friend.

Once inside the locker room, the two teens (along with the rest of their class) changed out their gym clothes and into their regular clothes. A few of the students who had worked up a sweat disappeared into the showers, rapidly destroying the stink.

"Want to hang with me and my pals at lunch?" Mikey asked, slipping on his t-shirt, "They're awesome! You'll like them!"

Leo perched on the edge of the bench, leaning forward to tie his shoelaces, "Sure."

At his response, Mikey jumped around the locker room with more excitement than what was necessary. The freckled faced teen grabbed his rucksack and skipped alongside a calm Leonardo as the two of them left for lunch. Mikey lead the way to the cafeteria which was quickly filling up.

Once they had grabbed their food, Leonardo and Michelangelo found a table near a window. They would have sat outside if the ground wasn't covered in slush. Leo gazed out the window, admiring the view and nibbling on his lunch.

Out of the corner of his eye, Leo thought he saw someone jumping across the gap between the buildings but brushed it aside thinking it was a trick of the light. He took a bit of his sandwich and turned to Mikey.

"I thought your friends would be here by now. Do they even know we're here?"

"They're just taking their time dude. Just relax, life isn't a race." Mikey responded before shovelling his lunch into his mouth. He said something else, but it was too muffled for Leo to make out what he was saying.

Leo rolled his eyes and kept watch over the world outside. Multiple shadows moving across the rooftops caught Leo's eye. Now Leo was sure that the person he saw jump across the roofs earlier was real. Judging that there was just one person in the lead and many other's behind, Leo had a guess at what was going on. He had seen it many times during his ninja training.


Donnie pulled himself up onto the roof of a nearby building. He casually perched on the edge of the roof and allowed his long legs to dangle over the edge. Removing the devise from his pocket, Donnie slipped the plastic backing off and began to fiddle with the wires inside using his miniature tool kit that he always kept on him.

Speedily retracting his hand as the circuit sparked, Donatello sighed and carefully placed the devise in his lap. He ran his fingers through the slush on the roof which made his bare fingers feel numb so after drying his hand on his coat, he slipped his gloves back on. Don secured the backing on the devise and pocketed it, admiring the view below him at the same time.

Splash!

Whipping his head round, Don stared at the gathered group that stood on the opposite side of the rooftop. Quickly studying them, Don knew exactly who they were from the style of clothing they wore. They were all wearing black clothes- like most gangs would- but this specific gang had red bandanas or headbands tied around their foreheads.

The bulkiest but shortest member of the group stepped forward, grabbed the front of Don's shirt and lifted him on the air with only one hand. In his other hand he fiddled with his weapon of choice- a sai.

"Look wat we 'ave 'ere boys." The gang member laughed with a strong Brooklyn accent, "Snobby rich kid dat needs to be disposed of."

The other gang members started cheering and waving their weapons in the air. Don gulped in fear, his feet only just touched the ground despite his height. Feebly, the tall teen swung his legs to try and loosen the gang members grip which didn't work until he managed to get a practically strong kick in the gang members abdomen. The sudden, unexpected move was a big enough distraction for Donatello to slip from the gang members grip.

Finding his footing on the wet rooftop, Don wasted no time in sprinting away from the group. As Don gained speed, he leaped over the edge of the building and landed on the next roof top. The gang (having recovered from the surprise) followed a couple of paces behind but even with their efforts, they were still a fair bit slower than the intelligent teenager and his long legs.


"Uh… Leo?" Mikey jogged out of the main entrance of the school, pulling on his coat, "School's not over yet, we still have 2 periods left. Leo? Leo?"

Ignoring the blond teen, Leo raced away from the school and across to the apartment buildings on the opposite side of the road. He used the fire escape to climb to the roof with little effort.

"Leo!" Mikey called out, unsure if he should follow his friend. Mikey exhaled and ended up following the fast Japanese teen.

Once on the rooftop, Leo scanned the area before running in the direction he could see the figures moving in. He could sense Mikey just behind him, amazingly keeping up with his pace. Leo flipped over the gap between the buildings and lightly landed on the damp roof. Step by step, Leo picked up speed until he was close enough to the gang to attack.


Donatello's body felt like it was on fire. His exhausted limbs were being pushed past their limits. His lungs burned with every breath he took while his heart struggled to get enough oxygen to his overworked muscles.

Huffing and puffing, Don dared to look over his shoulder at the chasers but immediately regretted it when his face met the stone of the rooftop. Don didn't have chance to get back to his feet because a muscular arm wrapped around his neck and dragged him to the centre of the roof where the gang members surrounded him.

The tall teen took a defensive position and slowly spun on the spot, his narrow eyes trying to track the gang's movements. When one of them looked ready to attack, Don raised his arm to deflect, only to end up with a punch from another member. The punch caught the side of Donatello's face and sent his shades flying off his face and shattering upon impact. A second punch followed, then a third. Don closed his eyes and prepared for the forth but to his surprise, it never came…

Uncurling from his fetal position, Don just had time to move out the way as a gang member collapsed to the ground unconscious. The gang were striking at the newcomer who had appeared out of nowhere, forgetting about the celebrity for the time being.

"Hi."

Don would have screamed if a hand hadn't covered his mouth. Cautiously, Don peered at the owner of the hand- a smiley, blond teenager with freckles.

"Hi." The boy repeated, "I'm Mikey and- OMG you're Donatello Carpenter aren't you!"

Don went to reply but stopped when he remembered the hand over his mouth preventing any sound from escaping.

Following Don's line of sight, Mikey realised the problem and immediately removed his hand. Sheepishly he apologised, "Sorry, I didn't want you screaming and attracting the attention. But I guess you are used to the attention, being the son of the founder of C-Tech and all."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it." Donnie mumbled before raising his voice to allow Mikey to hear him over the fight, "I don't have many opportunities to socialise with normal civilians, but shouldn't we be getting as far away from them as possible. At least while they are not paying attention to us."

"Then come on dude!" Don took Mikey's offered hand and got pulled to his feet. Mikey kept his grip on Donnie's hand as he led him over the rooftops in a slow run, the two of them occasionally peaking back to get an update on the battle.

Excited about meeting the celebrity and not having many choices, Mikey hopped off the roof and pried a window open, allowing the two of them to slip in unnoticed.

Donnie's first opinion of the room was that it was a mess. A complete mess. But after a couple of seconds, he spotted some artwork stuck on the wall which- in his opinion- was no masterpiece but it was clear what the subject of the drawing was.

"Whoever's room this is must be love art." Don mused, eying another drawing, "An amateur artist with quite a vivid imagination."

"Hey! Uh…" Mikey went to protest but hesitated not sure rather to take it as a compliment or as an insult, "Thanks… I guess."

Confused, Don asked, "Is this your home then?" Mikey nodded, his platinum blond hair swinging about, "Good because my father is going to kill me when he finds out that I snuck out and especially now seeing that I got beat up. I'm glad I don't have to add breaking and entering to that list."

For a moment, Mikey vanished out the room and re-entered with an ice pack in his hands. He handed the pack to Don who just looked at it confused.

"You look like you just battled the boss villain from my video game Donatello. I still need to beat that level. You any good at video games because I could use some help beating the pizza king and Leo refuses to help." Mikey stated as Don placed the ice pack on his throbbing eye.

"Mikey, please just call me Don or Donnie. My full name is what the fourth estate and my father call me, and you are not one of those pesky fans so please call me Don or Donnie." Don demanded, "As for the video game, I have never actually had the chance or time to play one."

With mock horror, Mikey childishly shrieked, "WHAT! How can you live without video games!"

"I have a super strict father who has me under supervision almost 24/7. Over the years, I have learnt how to cope but it's still not all that easy to have fun or do something that I want to."

"Donnie man… that sucks!" Mikey uttered, "Well, I guess I'm going to have to teach you and in return, you can help me get Leo- Holy chalupa! I forgot about Leo!"

Mikey tore through the mess and out the open window, leaving Donnie all alone in the silent apartment.


Leonardo Hamato was one of the most hard-working, dedicated ninjas back in Japan. He could easily take whatever was thrown at him, and if he couldn't, he kept practising till he could.

Now, in a real battle against real villains, Leo's ability was being put to the test. Bruises littered his body as well as some scraps that stung. Leo's fists were red and raw from the extreme amount of punches he had delivered to the gang members.

Running on pure adrenaline, Leo delivered a strong roundhouse kick to a member of the gang's stomach causing him to stumble backwards into a fellow gang member. Leo then pivoted and blocked a pipe from whacking him in the head with his arm, adding another large, painful bruise to the limb.

Leo was so caught up fighting the gang, he failed to keep track of the leader. So when the gang leader took the opportunity to stab the Japanese teen with his sai, Leo had no time to deflect the blow…