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Chapter 2: Temporary

"Michael...ang...gie...um..." He squirmed, but Donnie's sharp voice cut through the air like a knife, saying it before he even processed the thought.

"Michelangelo." The air grew extremely thick, as everyone's eyes focused on Donnie and then to the boy known as Michelangelo, freezing as the name was mentioned.

"Yes!" The boy exclaimed, the loudest they heard him all morning, but the others were in no mood for relief. That name was something that brought up very bad memories for them.

"Mi...mike...y..." Leo whipped his head around to stare at the owner of the voice, and only saw Raph, horror and sadness on the redhead's face.

That name...It was impossible. There was no way...How could that be him? Memories flashed back to the brother's lives at the orphanage, the youngest one that was forcefully taken from their hands. Leo shivered at the horrific memory and his eyes fell back on the boy, almost pleadingly. Did he figure out the connection, did he remember them? Leo knew he was just being overly idealistic about the possibility of this boy being his long lost brother, but there was still a chance right?

The blonde did consider something of the sort, considering it strange their names fit together like pieces to a broken puzzle, but he didn't know why, and there were no other clues in his brain that told him he belonged to the others. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Leo shook his head furiously, trying to analyze the facts. There was no way this boy could be their missing brother, after all, the real Mikey was taken away, adopted in another home, a nice happy home. It was just a coincidence, Leo assured himself, no way that this boy that just escaped a slave auction could be the real Michelangelo. But a image interrupted his thoughts, a memory of a smiling boy with bouncing blonde curls and bright blue eyes, running and dancing playfully under the summer sun. Leo rubbed his forehead, the image gone as soon as he remembered it. Even if the boy was his adopted brother, there was no way either would know the truth.

This Mikey- no, Michelangelo, he refused to call him such a endearing name, hardly remembered his own age. And Leo couldn't remember anything from his life at the orphanage. All he remembered was his happiness stripped away, quickly, piece by piece. The experience was so traumatic for the brothers they forgot just about all of it, and that was the way they wanted it to stay. Raph said it was best to just move on and even though Leo rarely agreed with the second oldest, he found it too painful to be reminded of what could have been.

And another thing, if this being THE Michelangelo, how did the boy end up in such a nasty place anyway? He needed to know some answers, and quick, before he had a mental breakdown.

Taking his chances, Leo leaned forward, albeit more unconfidently then he was before. This was a shaky subject for him and the rest. He wondered what his brothers were feeling, sending s quick glance at them, and their expressions, or lack of, told the black haired 20 year old everything. These were his brothers. Leonardo knew them better then himself in some ways.

Raph, feigning toughness, struggled to hide the sadness in his eyes, but failed horribly. Don was sulking, pouting and deep in thought, like he did when upset or trying to figure out a difficult problem. Usually at times where he felt like that he would go hide in his lab, but this wasn't be the kind of scenario where you want to leave.

Once he was sure his voice wouldn't betray him, Leonardo wrung his wrists, deciding to ask the boy more. "Do, you um, recognize us maybe? Seen us before...?" He bit his lip, ignoring the sharp look from Raph. He didn't want to talk about this subject anymore then Leo did. To his dismay, Michael, Leo settled on calling him, shook his head rapidly.

"'m sorry," his voice was mumbled and nervous, hair hiding his eyes. His head was still bowed, so the adopted brothers could only hear the emotions in his voice. "B..but..I really don't remember anything..." He bit his lip, holding back tears. Why did they want to know to so much about him? Why would he know them? His head hurt so bad as he tried to remember, but there was some sort of wall blocking him in his brain. All the questions and the suppressed memories overwhelmed him, and he began to shake, causing Donnie to stand, breaking out of his contemplating trance.

"Stop, Leo," He snapped at the oldest, something he rarely did, but felt bad when he caught the guilt in the leaders eyes. More gently, the brunnette walked over to Mike, putting a arm around his shoulders, but the boy didn't notice, too deep in his own thoughts. "Can't you see he's been through enough? We should make him feel comfortable, not overwhelm with questions. He's obviously scared." Don frowned at Leo, who simply turned his head in shame. He sighed, eyeing Raph for a moment.

The redhead was thinking, lost in thought, probably about the same thing Leo was. Don kneeled before the boy, taking his hands, eyes a warm, molten chocolate as he comforted Michael.

"It's okay," The third oldest soothed, surprised when the boy finally made eye contact. The others were surprised as well at how quickly the blonde changed emotion. Mike relaxed as he melted into the other's warm eyes, a bit of color returning to his fearfully pale face. Don smiled in relief, noticing he was more settled. "Are you hungry?"

He didn't miss the hesitant nod, immediately standing up and staring at his brothers. "Alright, who wants to pick up some food? I'll stay here with him, he seems comfortable around me..." He bit back the sarcastic comment of if being because he wasn't the one who bombarded the scared teen with personal questions he didn't know or glare at him from across the room. The latter was directed to Raph, the one and only.

The brunette sighed, for what seemed like the 30th time that night, eyes falling on Raph, knowing he would do anything to remove himself from this emotionally tense situation. It wasn't exactly the red head's strong suit. Donnie went to a savings jar in the small kitchen, pulling out a few bills, and handed it to Raph, muttering something about a large cheese pizza.

The redhead left without as much as a word, happy to be out of the stuffed apartment. The tension was so thick you could hardly breathe. Once he was gone, it was just Leonardo that needed something to keep himself busy so he didn't overwhelm the other.

Don brightened, thinking of a good idea. "Leo, let's give him a tour of the house." Leo looked to the boy, who perked up at the suggestion, then nodded to Don in confirmation.

"Sounds good." The black hair man said, gaining his calm, confident posture again. Leo reached out, offering a hand to Mike, with a smile. The boy bit his lower lip, but took the hand, that led him off the chair and followed them down the dark hall. Donnie opened the first door by the entrance, the room Mike had woken up in.

"This is mine and Leo's room." Now that the blonde got a closer look, he saw the room fit Leonardo's neat and calm personality. There was nothing on the floor, and everything was organized in its place. He bet if he opened the drawers all the clothing would be folded too. There were two beds, and on what Mike figured was Donnie's side of the room, was a bunch of glass bottles and sciencey stuff. On the wall hung awards and stuff like that.

Next was Raphael's room, Mike wondered if it went in order of age or rank since Raphael was the second oldest. The boy scowled as the door was opened to reveal messes everywhere, with empty beer cans and dirty clothes.

There was room for an extra bed, being the same size as the other bedroom, but Mikey figured no one wanted to bunk with Raph. So instead, taking up that space, was an old drum set. There were band posters covering everywhere square inch of the wall, and the smell, god the smell, it was of beer and moldy food and sweat. Donnie and Leo laughed at his expression.

"Don't worry, I used to be horrified by the smell too. I just gotten used to it." Leo said, still smiling. Mike wondered if he would be able to stay here longer to get used to it, falling slightly at the idea, knowing that that wasn't possible. As soon as he was on his feet, they kick him out in a flash.

"Donnie barely sleeps in his room anymore though, so you probably can stay in his bed," The oldest explained, still holding the blonde's hand securely. "He sleeps in his lab most of the time now."

The lab? Leo smirked as if he read Mike's mind, leading him silently, and Donnie faltered along, clearly not ecstatic about showing the newcomer his precious lab. The door was hidden in the crook of the wall by the kitchen area, hard to notice. It was almost impossible to see in the living area. Donnie pushed a key into the metal door, opening it to reveal a dark abyss. He turned on a light, Leo helping Mikey down the two stairs into the large room.

(Michelangelo POV)

Donatello's lab was a lot more interesting than I thought. Of course, his repeated warnings of not to touch anything only made it much more enticing, which was strange, since all these objects on display were completely foreign to me.

They were metallic contraptions with colorful buttons and misshapen parts sewn together all into weird looking things the brunette had called inventions. They didn't look particularly useful but it seemed Don could make a invention out of anything and give it a job from what Leo told me. Some were stranger than others, but as much as I would have liked to get a better look, Donatello would start to flip out if I even took a step too close to the table.

I gave Leo a exasperated look as the scientist once again scolded me for not being careful (all I did was knock over a plastic cup), but the black haired man simply smiled nervously like there was nothing he could do. A look that read, "You will get used to it." I smiled dryly but he didn't notice.

Don seemed relieved to finally rid me out of his secret room, and as soon as we all left, he fixed the padlock back on the door, causing me to wince. Was he really worried I would sneak down there? Leo, noticing my frantic expression, squeezed my shoulder and leaned down to whisper in my ear as Donatello messed with the slightly broken lock on the lab door.

"Don't worry," Leo breathed out, causing me to shiver from his icy breath. I was still pretty cold, there wasn't much heat ventilation in the basement. "He always keeps it locked in case someone breaks in or Raph gets bored." I stifled a laugh, luckily Donatello didn't notice when he turned around to lecture us. Me and the leader stiffened up innocently.

"Off limits." Don announced firmly, but mostly stared at Leo as he did so. The oldest raised his hands in defense, but a smirk tugged at his lips.

10 minutes later, we found ourselves sitting in the living room watching a show about a middle aged man working in a office that soon discovers he is of demon lineage. Donnie and Leo didn't look that interested by it, but I sure was entertained even if it was the 30th episode and I had no idea what was going on. I was deprived of TV though, so any show would have had the same effect on me. Even a kids show...God I miss SpongeBob.

Raph came back with a large pizza that was too big for his hands. Leo shot him a snide remark, complaining about him taking too long, but the redhead shut him up with a sharp glare. Don flipped off the TV, much to my disappointment and stood to get some plates, leaving me alone in the living room. I could hear them whisper. Leo returned, smiling and held a plate out to me.

I graciously took the plate, watching two of the boys sit back down. Raph was the only one still up. I could tell he didn't relax much, but I guess that's why Leonardo called him a hothead. Always agitated. Either that, or he wasn't comfortable around me, but the look I gave him indicated I felt the same.

He ignored me even more after that, sitting himself before the coffee table to get a slice, but Leo beat him to it. The black hair man opened the brown cardboard box to reveal a cheese covered pie fresh out of the oven with the rising steam to prove it. Immediately, I noticed the three brothers enticing stares towards the food.

"What is it?" I asked dumbly, regretting it when both Donnie and Raph shot me incredulous looks.

"What do you mean what is it?" Yelled the red head, the first time he ever really talked to me, causing me to flinch. Leo whacked him on the shoulder, "Don't scare him." The two glared at each other for a minute. I turned to Don, still confused. The glasses clad teen simply gathered a slice on my plate, smiling.

"You'll see. It's a Italian meal called pizza."

"Piiizza," I sounded out, letting the word roll off my tongue. They began eating, allowing me to take my time. To me, the circular, cheesy, tomato filled delicacy left little to the imagination, after all, how the hell would that be good? I scowled in disgust as the others scarf it down like it was the food of the Gods.

Well ,I guess it isn't poisonous, I thought, gathering it by the breaded side and carefully lifted the hot slice towards my mouth, wincing as I did so. I felt their eyes on me now but pretended I didn't notce. The first thing that hit me was the gooey cheese, then the sauce...the soft crust...Soon I could not even tell what I was eating after the third or fourth bite, but I knew that it was good. Who would have thought. The three brothers burst into a laughing fit, causing me to lower the pizza with a timid blush.

Was I being funny?

"I told you it was good," teased Donnie, and Leo followed in with a nod and a smirk. "Didn't figure you would like it that much!" The black haired exclaimed, eyes twinkling brightly, as if there was something else he was thinking that he couldn't say. I finished the slice and sat the plate down on the coffee table, scratching the back of my head.

"Was I really that obvious?" I stuttered out, the embarrassment written all over my face. Don and Leo's giggles answered that.

"You were making sounds like "mmmmm" and "ahhhh"!" The two broke out into a laughing fit again and I managed out a nervous chuckle, my attention discreetly turning to Raphael, who was quietly eating his pizza.

He didn't even spare me a glance, and I held back an annoyed scoff, forcing a smile to not derail the calmer, more easy going brothers as they looked back at me. I wonder if he would ever warm up to me, but I shook the thought away. I wouldn't stay here long enough to ever know what kind of person Raphael is under all that hard shell. But it's a shame, because for some reason I feel like we would have been good friends.