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Please note: Character thoughts are in italics.

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Chapter 10-Hiding Purple

Leonardo didn't have to open his eyes to know that it was Hun who had entered the dojo. The blonde giant never approached the sword carrying turtle unless he was ordered by the Shredder to do so or when he was looking for a fight. And this time would be no different. Finishing his kata he let out an annoyed sigh and sheathed his swords, turning to face the intruder. Crossing his arms over his plastron he stared at the giant man, waiting for him to make the first move.

Hun was angry, really angry. Those meddlesome turtles had ruined yet another one of the Purple Dragons plans, and, the Shredder had ordered him to fetch Leonardo to join in on their next heist. Hun really hated these mutant freaks and right now he just really wanted to pound one of their faces. And here he was once again having to deal with the Shredder's freak of a son.

"We leave at midnight Freak, don't be late."

Leonardo narrowed his eyes in anger. Usually the black masked turtle ignored Hun's hostilities but lately they had grown worse. The appearance of the two mutant turtles had greatly rattled the Purple Dragon leader, and he was taking out his increasing frustrations on Leonardo. The sword carrying turtle had finally had enough. It's time to put Hun back in his place.

Knowing it would anger Hun, Leonardo took a shuriken out of his belt and threw it at the retreating man's feet. It landed with deadly accuracy, directly in front of his right foot.

That was all Hun needed. He turned and lunged himself at the annoying teen. Expecting the attack, Leonardo grabbed Hun by the shoulders and flipped him over his head, sending the blonde giant directly into the weapons rack. As his heavy body hit the rack, the sound of metal and wood hitting the dojo floor echoed throughout the room.

Hun grabbed a mace and let out a roar as he whirled it over head, stomping towards the turtle. "That's it! You are going down freak!"

Leonardo pulled one sword from the sheath on his back and braced himself. The mace came down towards his head, but Leo merely raised the sword in his right hand to block. At the same time he used his left fist to land a punch to the man's gut. Pivoting his weight, he landed a kick to the man's midsection, knocking the air out of his lungs. Bringing his right hand downwards, he knocked the mace out of Hun's grip.

Unlike the angry giant, who would have continued to attack an unarmed Leonardo, if the roles had been reversed, Leo had a sense of honor and would not fight with his weapons when an enemy was unarmed. Instead he sheathed his sword and began to land a series of punches and kicks with deadly precision as he pushed Hun backwards. The only sound heard in the dojo were the dull thud of Leo's strikes hitting their mark and the corresponding moans as Hun fell to the ground. With eyes full of rage, Leo approached with his sword drawn and pointed it at the blonde man's neck as he hissed. "Disrespect me again and I will kill you." The black turtle followed up his remark with a kick to Hun's face, effectively knocking him out, cold, before sheathing his sword and exiting the dojo.

Raphael followed a hyperactive Michelangelo across the rooftops of New York City. The red clad turtle had learned very quickly that his youngest brother contained an endless reservoir of energy. Yet Raph was still amazed at just how energetic the young turtle could be. He would hate to see what a double shot of espresso could do the naturally overactive reptile. The young turtle was fast, much faster than Raphael, which is why the orange turtle suddenly stopped and excitedly called back to his slower brother.

"Come on you slow poke, we don't want to be late."

Raph took in a large gulp of air as he landed silently next to his speed demon of a brother. "Damn Mikey, where's the fire?"

"Hey dude, it's not my fault you're slow!"

Mikey ducked from Raphael's playful swipe and with a laugh turned to take off again at the same breakneck speed. The excitement of meeting their purple brother for the first time in many years seemed to give the orange turtle wings. With a groan Raph took one more deep gulp of air before once again setting off after his fun loving brother.

Donatello's excitement to meet his brothers for the first time in many years had him arriving five minutes early at the agreed upon meeting site within Central Park. The purple masked turtle glanced around, enjoying the gentle breeze that caressed his skin. Donnie wasn't a prisoner of the Utrom and could come and go as he pleased, but the genius turtle often found himself immersed in the inventions of his laboratory. He rarely left the building and was enjoying this rare moment outside of his laboratory walls.

True to his word, the two Guardians who accompanied Donnie were hiding among the shadows. The Guardians excelled at observing from a distance. Don just hoped he could gain his brother's trust before they discovered the Guardians. Otherwise the tables could turn on tonight's meeting. The Utrom's had a big enough problem trying to prepare for Ch'rell's attack. The peace loving race did not need any additional threats.

The laughter reached the bo staff carrying turtle's ears faster than he felt his presence. Michelangelo appeared first, and he was even more energetic in person than he had been on the spiritual plane, his excitement rolling endlessly off the orange masked turtle.

Raphael appeared moments later and similar to his orange brother, his emotions poured easily from the red masked turtle. But in contrast to the joy and happiness of the youngster, distrust and barely contained aggression emanated from the sai carrying turtle. Yet when Donatello's eyes met Raph's he saw something else that surprised him, hope.

Before anyone could react, Mikey ran forward and engulfed a surprised Don into a bear hug. Mikey was overjoyed! The orange turtle not only had brothers but they were all alive and here in New York City. And now that they had found Donatello, the sensitive turtle wasn't planning to ever let him go.

Raphael stared dumbly at the two hugging turtle's when Mikey's muffled voice rang out. "Come on Raphie, join the group hugging!"

He wasn't sure what it was about the young turtle but Raphael seemed to have a soft spot for him. He slowly walked over and before he could move his arm, Donatello's arm covered the red turtle's shoulders, including him in the group hug.

For a few moments the night seemed to stand still as each brother felt comfort and familiarity within the shared embrace. Despite knowing that the three teenagers were essentially stranger's to each other, there was something familiar. Taking a step back each brother seemed to shake his head at the same time, trying to jog his fractured memories.

Donatello noticed the simultaneous head shaking and immediately drew a conclusion. "You guys don't remember everything either do you?"

Surprised that he could read them so well, both Raph and Mikey's eyes widened as they shook their heads in response, No.

Raphael felt his guard dropping as he addressed his younger brother. "Actually we were hoping you could tell us."

Sorrow flickered in Donnie's eyes for a moment before he responded. "Sorry, no. There may be a way to retrieve the memories, but it requires all four of us to do it."

Hopping from foot to foot, Michelangelo wanted to know everything about his lost brother, and began rapid firing facts and questions as fast as he could think of them. Donatello's eyes widened for a moment and then a soft smile spread across his face.

Raphael sat down on a nearby rock and motioned for Donnie to do the same. "Might as well sit down bro, there is no stopping him once he gets like this."

In the darkness the two Guardians smiled and also sat down. The red and orange turtles were not threats to either Donatello or the Utrom.

Hun shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his pain as he watched the Foot Ninja begin to load their stolen cargo into the awaiting vans. As usual, Leonardo stood over his shoulder in the shadows, silently watching and waiting.

The black masked turtle couldn't help but let a smirk cross over his face as his eyes roamed over the injured giant. The bruises from their fight earlier today were already turning shades of purple and black. Unlike his father, Leo's first instinct wasn't to resort to violence for discipline, but the black turtle had to admit that there were times when aggression was rather effective. Hun was now silent as a mouse around the sword carrying turtle, and no longer shot angry glances when Leo's back was turned.

With the red and orange turtle's presence absent from tonight's heist, everything went forward as planned, and the Foot Ninja and Hun prepared to return to Foot Headquarters. Hun turned to face the silent turtle, the question in his eyes.

With a growl Leonardo answered. "Leave."

Hun nodded once and left with the final group of Foot soldiers.

Pleased that tonight's events went smooth, Leonardo took to the rooftops to enjoy the fresh air of the evening, as well as to clear his troubled mind. It's a beautiful night. The sword carrying turtle was still puzzled about the mysterious red and orange masked reptiles. He silently moved across the rooftops without any particular destination in mind and soon found himself near Central Park.

Raphael had just finished his story for Donatello. "And I've been on Earth ever since."

Donatello's mind was already spinning as he tried to process all this new information, attempting to link the pieces he learned from Mr. Mortu, with the new facts he just gathered from his brother's tales. A story was slowly coming together, but there were still too many missing pieces to complete the puzzle. Donatello could only utter one word as his mind attempted to connect the dots. "Fascinating."

With their meeting appearing to come to a close, the two Guardians who accompanied Donatello stood. They remained at a respectful distance from the rejoined siblings, as they patiently waited for Donatello to join them. Suddenly the Guardian's stance shifted and their bodies tensed up.

After ten years of training with them, Donnie noticed the change in the Guardian's body language immediately. Before they could turn to address the group Don whispered to his brothers. "Quick, hide, someone's coming."

Everyone leapt into the shadows, hoping whomever was passing through would do so quickly, so that they could complete their reunion.

The figure that walked into the moonlight caught everyone by surprise.

Leonardo was walking through Central Park, letting his thoughts wander as he felt the cool breeze caress his skin. His past few trips outside of Foot Headquarters were solely for his Master's missions, and it felt good to enjoy the evening without a specific agenda for a change.

As Leo took in another deep breath of air, once again checking his surroundings for threats, he suddenly tensed. His eyes began searching the shadows more closely, seeking the source. Red and Orange.

From their spot hidden in the shadows the three turtles and the Guardians watched as the black masked turtle's relaxed body language shifted.

Oh shell.

Donatello had begun working on a plan to help them convince his eldest brother to at least listen to the other side of whatever story Ch'rell had told him, but it wasn't ready yet. And since it didn't appear that Leonardo remembered him, a key component of that plan relied on Leo remaining unaware that Donnie existed. The fast thinking bo wielder looked at his two brothers and nodding his head in the direction of Leonardo mouthed the words, GO.

Raph and Mikey didn't know what Donatello's plan was, but it was obvious that their intellectually gifted brother wanted to remain undetected by Leonardo. They would have to act quickly to draw the black turtle's attention so that Donnie and the Guardians could escape undetected.

Not in the mood for games, Leonardo decided to make the first move and called out to the shadows as he pulled the swords from his back. "Come out, I know you're both there."

Raph pulled the sais from his belt and walked into the light first, Mikey following close behind, his hands resting on the nunchaku in his belt.

Hoping to avoid another shell whooping at the hands of his eldest brother, Mikey let out a chuckle as a sheepish grin spread across his face. "Uh, hiya bro."

Leonardo's response was to narrow his eyes, a dangerous look crossing his face.

Tired of Leo's attitude, Raphael took an angry step towards the black turtle. "What are you doing out here Fearless, the Shredder send you to steal a park bench this time?"

The sword carrying turtle's only reply was to narrow his eyes even further. I don't know what these two are doing here, but that red turtle is starting to really get under my shell.

We can't let him discover Donnie. Not willing to ruin his brother's plan before he even got to hear about it, Raphael decided to attack first. Besides, he owed the cocky black turtle a little payback for burying him and Mikey underneath those shipping crates last time.

With a frown Mikey followed his short tempered brother's lead. Aw great, here we go again.

For a few moments Donatello stood and watched his brother's fight, mesmerized. Each turtle's fighting style perfectly mimicked their personality. Michelangelo was fast and unpredictable. The agile turtle created distractions that served to keep his opponent on his toes, while quickly moving in to land a damaging blow, then bounding away, only to move back in to strike again in a different spot.

Raphael's style was the complete opposite. He plowed forward, not letting anything block his path, as he struck out with great force and power. Unlike his youngest brother, Raphael tackled his enemy head on, using his greater strength and size to his advantage. His hits were accurate and punishing, not letting his enemy get a free moment to regroup before the next strike landed.

Donatello couldn't help but compare his two brother's fighting styles to his own. Unlike his red and orange masked brothers, who both seemed to enjoy getting in close to their enemy, the bo loving turtle preferred more space between himself and his foe. Donnie would calculate the proper speed and force to direct his opponent backwards, into the positions that would allow the purple turtle's strikes to land at the spots that would make them most effective. While Donnie was no slouch when it came to hand to hand combat, he preferred to direct his opponents from a distance, giving him time to quickly calculate his next move.

And then there was the black masked turtle, Leonardo. The eldest turtle was the perfect cumulation of the four brothers. He fought with a passion and intensity that mirrored Raphael's, his natural speed and adaptability resembling that of Michelangelo's, and he exuded a focus and control that was similar to Donatello's. But the black banded turtle's fighting style also possessed something else. He displayed a grace and elegance that was innately him. Watching him fight amongst his brothers, every movement from the black turtle was not only seamless, but well, for lack of a better way to put it, the sword loving turtle just made even the most complicated of moves look easy.

The longer Don watched, the more apparent it became that the sword carrying turtle had something else as well, an endurance that easily surpassed any of his brothers. It was obvious that this turtle didn't just practice Ninjitsu, he lived and breathed it. The eldest turtle was the ideal complement for all of the brothers. Donatello surmised that if things had been different, Leonardo could have been the perfect leader for the small group.

The Guardian's voice interrupted the purple turtle's thoughts. "Donatello, we must go."

Reluctantly leaving his brothers to fight amongst themselves, Donnie followed the Guardians into the night.

Leonardo was impressed with how much red and orange had improved since the last time they fought. It was apparent that the two turtles had been practicing, and those efforts had not been in vain. The teamwork between the two brothers had grown considerably, and they managed to land more than one accurate blow to the black masked turtle. Yet their skills were not nearly as advanced as Leonardo's, and the longer they fought, the easier it was becoming for the black clad turtle to gain the upperhand.

Yet for some reason he couldn't put his finger on, Leonardo couldn't bring himself to deliver a finishing blow to these two. Something about them felt familiar, if only he could remember why. Maybe if he spent more time in meditation, the answer would reveal itself to him. Leonardo needed some time alone to collect his thoughts. Time to finish this.

Leonardo leapt up and executed a split kick to their jaws, simultaneously sending Raph and Mikey to the ground. As they fell, he threw blinding powder into their eyes. By the time the two coughing turtles could see clearly again, Leo was long gone.

"Shell, what is that dude's problem?"

"I don't know Mikey, but at least Donnie was able to get away."

A/N: So Leo is still being difficult, but good ol'Donnie has a plan for that. Reviews make me happy and a happy author updates faster. Plus I bribe with treats. Virtual chocolate chip brownies to those who review. And thanks for reading!