Before note: Sorry I haven't updated this story in so long, I was thinking about how to word it. But at least it's here, so you can enjoy it!

I'm a little upset though because I just read a story that irritated me because of likenesses to one of mine, so if this chapter seems a little short, that's the reason. And yes, "the awesome one", someone else did write that story. You're lookin' at her. (not really XD)

Disclaimer: It wouldn't be this dramatic if I owned TMNT.

The exceeding amounts of days that April had spent the majority of being isolated in her aunt's guest room were completely endless. Even though she had believed this, in reality, she was oblivious that only two days had quietly drifted by. But she didn't care. Time was only a nuisance. That and the constant watch she was being put under by her aunt and her school friends, or friend, since Irma was her only friend.

With Irma, it had been constant and desperate phone calls and worried gestures. When the high schoolers returned from a short weekend back to Roosevelt, ready to come back to reunite with friends and have fun (if you could have fun at high school) and learn, they would appear healthy and rested, the weekend having a nice effect for them. However, April would have never fit under this classification. She would always appear tired, stressed, and some place else peaceful in her mind. Her reputation was to be known as the pretty redhead that always attracted guys, but all it did now was attract disgusted looks, glares, and giggles from passerby's. She always wore her hair in a nice groomed ponytail. Now, she didn't even bother to grab a hair tie, much less take care of her hair's health at all, leaving it a jumbled mess of sad, orange flames being doused by the waters of grief around her head. Her cotton candy eyes, almost a similar shade as her close friend Mikey's, were now colored of depressing, small ocean waves at night. Dark circles under her eyes made it almost look like she wore mascara and eyeliner the wrong way, as someone had actually pointed out to her face, as if she wouldn't care. Of course she did, which had resulted in the victim being sent to the nurse's office with a bruised jaw while April herself had to eat in her homeroom teacher's classroom during lunch, by herself.

But Irma was always there to sacrifice the independent choices she had just so she could be with her one and only friend who grieved.

Irma herself had had some information on April's secret friends, though all she knew was that they were feternal quadruplets who were one year younger than her, knew amazing combat skills, were really shy and hated being in public and that they were home-schooled by their father. These were some of the reasons as to why she couldn't visit them, but April promised her friend that she would introduce them to her…someday. And, she also knew that they were the whole reason April cried every day.

Apparently, the tall, skinny and extremely-smart one (her type), Donnie, had died whenever he saved her from some street thugs. They had shot him in the shoulder, and continued to beat him until he couldn't take the pain anymore.

By knowing this, Irma was on a full best friend watch and care for the redhead, failing to ward off bullies and idiots by shouting a very stunning, "Hey! She's been through a lot that your ugly selves don't even know of, so you can just back off!" Of course, this never helped.

Even though April was very happy to have her, she was also getting mildly annoyed. All she wanted was to be left alone, trying to delete the mourn of Donnie's death out of her mind. These unfortunate actions from Irma are what have been really annoying her with the constant phone calls of worry and assurance.

Now, with April's aunt, it was almost as similar to Irma. She would try to urge April out of her mourning of her friend's death and try to eat something or concentrate on better things, but to April, she simply just didn't understand.

No one in the world did, not even herself. She didn't know herself anymore.

And as she sat on her bed, her knees hugging against her chest, small, unshed tears began to form a small puddle for her big irises to bathe in.

Donatello…The turtle, Donatello…

She remembered flying through open air, concrete down below waiting for a new body to arrive. Two strong arms had supported her the rest of the way down, making it seem like soaring in style instead of a straight-forward plummet. When she reached the ground in a flip, she found herself horrifyingly staring back into vague burgundy irises, filled with worry and care.

"You okay?"

The two words that reached her were coated in warm, honey-colored attention, even if they were short-lived with panting breaths. She remembered that that was her first night meeting the one called Donatello.

Donatello…His eyes…

Staring into Donnie's eyes was like looking into a chocolate factory, a lunar eclipse, and maraschino cherries. Brown was sometimes his eye color, making it look like April had taken a school field trip to an assembly line where melted chocolate was being processed into different name brands. Sometimes his eyes were a mysterious burgundy, his common color, and the color of a very rare lunar eclipse lighting the inky night around it. And other times, his eyes were red, where April could always feel like she were eating the sweet, cherry syrup-flavored fruits right now.

Donatello…His intelligence…

It never ceased to amaze the beautiful redhead at how talented Donnie's mind was. He could make smoke bombs out of fresh eggs he filled with blasting powder. He could make his own laptop out of bare microchips and fished-out computer pieces. He could build a four-way go-kart, no, a patrol buggy as he called it, out of old, forgotten parts welded together by his own smart thinking. He could design his own i-phone for him and his brothers, and later for April. And better yet, he could help April with her homework…

Donatello…His smile…

One of the best things April loved from Donnie was his smile. It was just so hard to ignore after getting one tiny glance at it. You could just instantly fall in love with it. He had a prominent gap between his two front teeth, about two centimeters apart, separating the rest of his clean, white molars. It was one of the many things that helped April separate the almost identical brothers from each other. As bright as his broken smile, it would always brighten her sometimes-downed spirits. It was just too adorable. According to him, he had been born with diastema, so that gap will stay with him the rest of his unusual life. No, it would've stayed with him the rest of his unusual life...

Donatello…His skills…

The human girl loved seeing Donnie and his brothers during practice or fighting in the streets above. Their moves were as graceful and beautiful as a gazelle's, but she paid attentions to how Donnie moved the most. His bo-staff always acted as an extra strong arm for him, and he could do almost anything possible with it. He could even hover a bit with it as a personal helicopter, but it only worked whenever he grabbed serious air. Whenever he twirled it, it seemed to April that it looked like a solid shield, protecting him from anything. The weapon was very unique, being tall like him and very trustworthy, but it was also the center of his constant teasing from Raphael. Sure, the weapon was just a simple "stick", but even the smallest things could do the most amazing stuff. And through Donnie's open intelligence, he could do anything with it.

Donatello…His personality has devoted a very special promise to April…

And now that promise would never come true. Not with an incomplete family it wouldn't. She remembered on the same night that they first met, Donnie had said to her personally that he and his brothers would not rest until they returned her father back to her, safe and sound. That promise is one small reason their friendship has grown stronger each passing day. The turtles, especially Donnie, had worked hard night and even day to get Kirby back. There was one night that they were so close to accomplishing this though. Although, it wasn't particularly their fault that they failed, but surprisingly, her father's. He had sacrificed his rescue just to keep April safe, just for him to be captured again. It was only a shot-lived comfort from Donatello that prevented her from completely breaking down that night, though she was still miserable.

But it was not just the promise that she loved from him. It was just…him in general.

She loved everything about her first rescuer, from his social awkwardness to his out-breaking skills in combat. She absolutely loved the way he treated her. She even seemed to take note that he treated her like a queen sometimes.

And yet, with the slightest, uncomfortable feeling, the stuff that Donatello had done for her all led up to one thing that dominated the greatest levels of affection the most…It couldn't be…

Love…?

Was that the result? Did Donnie actually love her?

Well, there were a few instances where April had thought better of it, thinking that it was just ridiculous. But now, remembering all the things he did for her to make her happy and loved, she had only one thought left behind of Donnie's sad remnants in her mind.

Yes.

Though she couldn't find herself to explain, a strange sensation of having the same ways with her late friend burned inside her. She wondered, if it were actually possible, if fate had had something bigger in store for the both of them together…

It would never happen though…

Her replenished t-phone suddenly went off, breaking her line of mourning thoughts. Sighing in anger, she wondered if it was Irma, for the 50th time that day.

Grabbing the buzzing phone form her bedside table, she was going to ignore the call when she looked at the caller ID.

The ID was a photoshot of a main character from Leonardo's favorite show, Space Heroes. She was sure it was Captain Ryan, but who cared anyway?

She pressed answer, and noticing for the first time that she hadn't spoken in a long time, her voice came out as a hushed, "Hello?"

"April!" An excited deep voice that belonged to Leonardo filled her ears.

The next minute after, April's phone had slipped from her loose grasp, letting it clatter to the floor and shut off the connection forever, the news she had just received completely immobilizing her in shock.

It couldn't be…

Donnie...was alive…

DUN DUN DUN! Now April knows that Donnie is alive! Yay! Her lover has returned. In the next chapter, it'll explain why she didn't know about him in a while.

Again, sorry I took so long, and please look at my story, "Attentive Hearts." You'll love it, I promise!

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