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Karai Pov

Humming comes flooding softly into my ears, the sweet sound coming from the depths of my fiancé's throat. His large arms are wrapped tightly around my torso, holding me close against his warm body. My hands hold his where they meet at my middle, and my forearms overlap his.

Leonardo leans his forehead against the back of my neck. His steady breathing tickles my skin as it travels down the back of my shirt, leaving me with that sensational feeling I've grown to love.

I close my eyes and relax, releasing ever ounce of tension for my body all exhale. A moment of great clarity comes settling in, comforting me like the man who's arms curl around me like vines around a tree trunk.

Scooting back as much as I can, I push myself closer against Leonardo, forcing him to lift his head away from my neck. Instead, he buries his face in my hair, inhaling my scent in both a gentle and desperate fashion.

When I feel my back meet Leo's stomach and chest, I allow a small smile to form on my lips. "Hmmm," I murmur, the soft sound rumbling in the pits of my throat.

"I love you, babe," Leonardo mutters into my hair.

I grin, my eyes still closed. "I love you, too."

"Promise?" It amuses me how much our relationship means to him, and protective he is of it.

"I promise, Leo, I love you. More than anything in the world."

Leonardo's grip loosens and turns me around so I'm facing him. My back is now turned to our bedroom door and the bathroom door, my eyes set on his. Leo's fingers brush through my air, turning my messy curls into waves. "Good," he whispers in that soothing voice I find comfort in.

Playful and full of delight, I nuzzle up to Leonardo, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Not being able to see anything but darkness, I don't know that Raphael has entered the room until he speaks.

"Dad wants us all in the kitchen; he said to bring all of our ninja gear and weapons." I sit up and turn around, staring at my future brother in law in shock.

Beside me, Leonardo stands up, taking a few steps towards Raphael. "Why?"

"I'm not sure, but whatever it is, it must be important. He sounded pretty urgent when demanding me to fetch the two of you." Me and Leonardo exchange glances at his brother's remark.

"Are we the only ones?" I inquire, my voice dripping with confusion.

"All of us. Now, come on. I'll be waiting downstairs with everyone. Don't take your time," Raphael exits the room wearing his infamous scowl. Him and Leonardo never exactly made up after the party, it sad just shoved aside—like their many other arguments. Never solved, always lingering above their heads like storm clouds.

When we're alone once more, Leonardo heaves a long, heavy sigh. His right hand is placed on his hip, and the fingers of his left hand brush through his hair. Beautiful eyes closed, lips pursed, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly; he looks tensed.

"What's wrong?" I ask with a tilted head.

Leonardo turns and looks at me. A slight smile lifts his wondrous lips as his gaze rests upon me.

My fiancé walks forward, stopping in front of me. His hands grab mine and squeeze tightly. Pulling me up and away from the mattress as comfortable as Leonardo's warm body, he wraps his arms around me, holding me against him. I breathe in, letting his natural aroma, allowing the sensational scent to fill my lungs and pollute my thoughts.

Leonardo's lips are beside me ear as he whispers, "I have a bad feeling about this."

My eyes narrow in shock as I snuggle closer to him. "Why so?" Then, after a pause, I stare, "He's your father, he won't do anything to hurt you." My own words have never stung my own tongue so much. The fact that I know that Leonardo's father loves him deeply is the exact reason why envy lies amongst the many feelings I hold towards my lover. My father has never showed me the slightest bit of affection, just the incident that took place this past summer is evidence enough that he dislikes me. Leonardo will never have to feel his father's burning rays of hate licking at his body as he tries but fails; and for that reason I am jealous.

"I know, but, I still feel like something bad's about to happen."

"Well, then let's go see what it is."

Raphael Pov

Leonardo and Karai are the last to walk through the kitchen doors, and they do it with linked hands, holding their ninjutsu gear at their sides. Their strong posture is enough to tell me that whatever this is, they're as prepared as I am.

When the couple is seated, all eyes fall on my father. Four pairs of eager eyes demanding an explanation as to why we are here.

"Well, what's this about?" I bark impatiently.

My father shoots me a disapproving glare from across the table, but doesn't acknowledge my harsh words. "I've gathered you all here," um, wrong, I gathered everyone, you just say and waited, "to discuss your mild behavior in North Carolina."

In the chair next to me, Mikey shrinks back, a guilty gleam in his soft blue eyes.

But in the chair to my right is Karai, who sends me a glare that says, "this is your fault." To her, it is. I hate to speak out against Karai, but she needs to get her outta her ass and admit that her and Leonardo did shit in this too.

"Okay, so we had an argument, what's the big deal? It's all been sorted through, it's in the past. We can just forget about it," I state as if it were common sense. Which it is.

"No, we cannot just forget about it," my father stands up, pushing his chair away. He begins to pace, and that's when I know that the lecture is coming. "You all felt empty; annoyed; and frightened. So, overwhelmed by it all, you molded it into an emotion as fatal as death himself; anger.

"Hostility is not the way to go ambit things; I've always told Raphael that and it is about time I start mentioning it to you all. Anger is an illusion, something made up of real emotions. There is no such thing as anger."

"What are you saying? That we didn't get angry we just, well, got upset and turned it into anger?" Leave it to Leonardo to understand the meaning of our father's confusing words.

Father nods, "I've raised you boys to avoid vulnerability; and Karai, it seems that Saki has taught you the same. Because you all were diminished by sadness, you became afraid of appearing weak. This annoyed you much, and so you shoved everything aside and settled for hate."

I roll my eyes. "Okay, yeah, that makes sense. But what does that have to do anything to do with ninjutsu?" I ask, motioning to my equipment dumped in front of me.

"I was just getting to that," my father pauses both his talking and walking. He stops in front of his empty spot at the table and places his hands down. He leans forward, looking very intimidating as he looks around the table at me, Leo, Mikey and Karai. "Your ninja status has clouded your ability to express your emotions. I do understand that many teen this generation keep most things to themselves, but you four do it more than anyone could take account for. And, since I want nothing other than for you all to live normal lives, I am taking away all ninjutsu materials. Leonardo and Raphael, you are no longer going to be working at the dojo, either."

Silence fills the room as we all stare in shock. Give up ninjutsu? No way! It's my life. Ever since I was young I've been indulged in the art and it's one of the only things I've had patience for. Everything else I give up on, but not ninjutsu. I eat, breathe, and drink ninjutsu. It's as much as part of me as my arms and legs. It's as essential to me as my beating heart. I can't live without ninjutsu.

Suddenly, all at once, we're all screaming at my father as he takes our possessions.

"You can't do this, it isn't fair!" I bellow in violation.

"It is plenty fair, Raphael. Trust me, I just want what's best for you. And I know that this isn't it." My father stops for a second, looking around at us all with an expression of sorrow on his face. "I hope you know that this pains me as much as it does you, for I am giving up my skills as well. But ninjutsu is destructive; we've already lost so much because of it," when he says these truthful words, he looks right at Karai, and we all share is thoughts. Sakura.

"But, we've gained a lot from it, too!" Michelangelo points out excitedly. "Like, the world would be much more Kraangy if it weren't for us."

I smirk, agreeing with my baby brother's statement. Mikey has always been full of hope, much more than the rest of us. His optimistic spirit is the reason our family still has such a strong bond. If it weren't for him, we'd all be trapped in a cage of isolation. Mikey is the glue to the Hamato's.

"And we never would've met Casey or April," I add.

A faint smile on his face, Leonardo goes along with mine and Mikey's statements, placing on of his own to roam in the open air, "And I never would've met Karai."

"I would've been back in Japan assassinating innocents under the Shredder's influence if it weren't for your sons," Karai says with a disgrace-ridden tone. The part where she called him "Shredder" rather than "Father" only emphasizes her point.

"Donnie would never have created a retro-mutagen."

"We wouldn't be up here."

"Claire wouldn't be married to you and Jake would be fatherless."

"Actually, you'd all have died two years ago." Our shouts come to an abrupt halt as Karai makes a gruesome interjection. "Saki was planning your murder, Yoshi. He knew you were in New York this whole time, he had armies of soldiers tearing the city down in an attempt to find you. In was only a matter of time before he searched the sewers. If your boys didn't know ninjutsu...you'd all be dead."

My eyes widen in dismay. What-what was I hearing? Shredder was planning our murder? Well, our Father's murder.

"Dad, you can't take ninjutsu from us. It's the reason we are who we are; we can't go forth without it!" My pleading voice is astonishingly strong, filled to the top with confidence, overflowing with pride like smoke in a cauldron.

"Well, you'll just have to learn to function without it." His mind is set, this is it. Ninjutsu is gone.

Just before my father leaves, though, Leonardo asks the question that seemed to have slipped out of my mind. "What about Donnie?"

"Oh, I already have his stuff. He's the one who gave me the idea."

With that, he's gone.

With that, four resentful teens sit together in silence with curled lips and barring teeth.

With that, life as we've known it is over.

With that, everything goes black.