A/N: Well folks, here is the last full chapter of Yuku Sue Unmei. There's only the epilogue left which answer some of the questions I'm sure Second Daughter of Eve will have once she reads ;) Thanks once again to those that have been reading and reviewing, with special thanks to Rhoda J. To answer some questions - yes there will be a sequel, two in fact: a direct one and an indirect one.

The indirect one is What Happens Off World...; it's indirect as it has some folks you have heard or seen from this fic. There's a direct one which will be the aftermath of this. I've already uploaded the prologue and the first chapter, though I haven't decided if I should post or wait til the epilogue is up. Since no one voted in my poll, maybe I'll wait a year :)

Yes...I am evil like that. Ask everyone in Reboot. They know. -insert evil laugh here -

運命が割り当てれば

Yuku Sue Unmei

CHAPTER TWELVE

"This was not want I wanted," she whispered, turning back towards Leo. He had seen what had happened and that's what she had wanted. Good; she didn't know who this new turtle was, but every hurt she could bring upon the turtle who had taken her father from her would be the equivalent on the days, months, and years that he had hurt her would be worth it.

The two wasted no time in having their blades meet, Karai with one, Leo with both of his. There was more force, she could tell. "The kame was special to you, I see," she whispered, hoping to goad him into complacency. It only made him press further. She was worried that his brothers would rally to him, but it seemed they were also connected to the turtle she had downed. "Was he your son?" she asked. "I can see it in your eyes. It's with immense delight that I have taken him from you; just as you took my father from me!"

He screamed; he actually screamed. "I've had enough!" he yelled, lunging at her. The attack was such a surprise to the kunochi that she actually stumbled back, her grip slacking on the sword and enabling Leo to knock it from her hand. Sword at her neck and one aimed at her heart, the leader was through with any kind of negotiation.

"I'm done," he growled. "I've tried being nice and you throw it in my face; I try to help you live up to your senses of honor and you turn your back on me; I try to save you from yourself and you turn on me."

"You lie!" Karai spat. "It was you who turned on me! My father was going to be rid of this planet; he was leaving!"

"Leaving to cause more destruction on another planet!" countered the turtle. "You are not stupid, Karai, in any sense of the word, but you certainly are blind. You can't tell me you saw something different on the Utrom home world than we did. The planets he destroyed, the people he murdered…"

"He was my father!"

"He was a murderer!" Leo shouted. "And you've become him in every way. And I'm done with you. So many times I've let you go, thinking I was saving you; that the next time, you'd understand, that you'd change. And you did, didn't you? You changed into the monster your father was. And I'm going to destroy you as I destroyed him."

A clicking from behind him was the only thing that saved the woman. "Not if I destroy you first," came the voice.

It was hard trying to remain detached and calm during an emergency situation. Anytime one of the others got injured, it was usually something small, nothing more than a sprain or even a good old fashioned break. He didn't think things could have ever gotten as bad as when Leo had flown through April's second floor apartment window after an encounter with the Foot and the Shredder.

Being faced with one's own death and the death of his family had become perfectly clear when they were on Shredder's ship to space. That had been such a frightening experience beyond anything they had ever faced. He knew that one day they would meet some horrible end, but even his realistic aspirations had held out sometime in their thirties or forties, not as they were still in their teens.

But nothing, not any of their previous encounters with death could prepare Donatello for this.

Nick, his son Nick, lay seemingly dying in his arms. He hadn't known what was really happening until he saw the flash of pain on the teen's face, right before he fell backwards to the ground. And now, there was blood – dear heavens, so much blood! - rushing from the wound through the stomach. Donnie tried to staunch it, using Nick's mask and finding it wasn't helping. He had barely noticed the arrival of his brothers, sans Leo, and he had been handed an elbow pad, but he wasn't sure by whom. He didn't care at the moment.

His son was dying!

And there didn't seem as though there was anything he could do to stop it.

"Dad?"

"Shh, Nicky," he whispered, cradling his head in one arm, while trying to hold his stomach in pace. Mikey was trying to help, but was eventually pushed out of the way by Raph, who could tell his baby brother was going to be sick, by the way his green paled even further. "Don't talk, okay? You've gotta save your strength."

"You're all…alright?" the teen stammered.

"Yes Nick," Don replied, shakily. "We're alright. We're all okay." He didn't mention that he heard Leo and Karai fighting earlier or that those sounds had suddenly stopped. "You don't have to worry about us. We're fine. It's you that's…but don't worry. You're gonna be fine, Nicky. You hear me?"

"S'ok, Pop," the kame whispered. "Doesn't hurt so much anymore. Sorry."

"You got nuttin' to be sorry for," grunted Raph. "You busted heads and took names. Proud of you, kiddo."

"Th…thanks, Uncle Raph."

"Donnie…"

"Mikey," the brainy sniffed, before cleared his throat. "Mikey, go get Leo and tell him…tell him to get April and Casey. We need to get Nick home."

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"When…when I wake up," Nick mumbled, his eyes fluttering. "You'll…you'll be there, right?"

This time Don couldn't stop the sob that came out. "Hai, musuko," he whispered. "I won't leave you again. Not again. Never again."

Leo knew the voice of the gunman, though it did take him a bit to identify him, as he hadn't heard his voice in such a long time. But really, did he think he would actually get away with killing Karai without some sort of vengeance from the Foot?

"Chaplin."

Dr. Chaplin, dressed in somewhat casual military garb, stood to Leo's side, a large assault rifle pressed against the turtle's neck. He had been following Karai for weeks now, ever since their little meeting regarding the remnants of that sword she was so happy aobut. Of course he was disappointed and if he wanted to truly admit it, a little annoyed as well.

"You will never defeat me, Leonardo," Karai spat, looking up at the face of her enemy. "You can try, but you will never succeed. Chaplin, kill him."

"No."

The young doctor wasn't sure who he had surprised more – himself, for ever defying his mistress; Leonardo, for the way he defied Karai; or Karai herself, who was being denied the most important of requests. "What?"

"No," he repeated, removing the gun from Leo and pointing it at Karai. "This ends, Karai. It's over; it's not worth it anymore. This…this…feud or whatever the hell this is, is done. It's over."

"It is not over!"

"It is," Chaplin replied, calmly. "I thought coming back would make you see, understand…revenge has already been done. The Shredder kills their guy, Leonardo kills the Shredder. It's done, it's over."

"It will never be over as long as they live," growled Karai. "It will end when they are all dead."

"And you with them, I suppose."

"How dare you," she said. "Are you going to kill me, Chaplin? End it before they do?"

The scientist's face fell, as though he was pained by her accusation and he lowered his gun. "You know I would never hurt you," he whispered. "I'm trying to help you."

"Don't bother," huffed the turtle next to him. "Karai doesn't need anyone's help, do you? Don't expect her to change, no matter how you want her to."

Chaplin, while still young, was intelligent enough to know there was more going on than he could see and really, he didn't care at the moment. "It's over for tonight, at least," he whispered. "Let's just go, Karai. It's not like we all won't run into each other again. Please. Let's just go."

Karai held the leader's gaze before flickering over to glare at Chaplin. She looked around, seeing all her ninja down and unconscious. It was a losing battle, of course, and with the scientist now turned against her, she had no choice but to retreat. With all the dignity she possessed, she rose, ever aware that Leonardo still held a sword at her neck. She said nothing else as she glared at her enemy before turning and making a swift exit.

Leo just stood and watched her go, making no attempt to try and stop her. What for? She was a cancer to them; she would return, no matter how he wanted her gone, how much he wanted to destroy her. "I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner," whispered the doctor, morosely. The blue banded turtle didn't need to turn to know that Chaplin was looking behind him, probably at a scene Leo himself couldn't look at. He didn't think he wanted to know.

"This isn't over."

He heard the scientist sigh. "I know," he whispered. "I tried."

"She's going to rake you across the coals."

"Not the first time."

"This…is different," Leo smirked, though Chaplin could hear a bit of bitterness in his tone.

"Is it?" the doctor said, looking at the turtle. He was naïve, but he wasn't that naïve. "Don't you worry about me, Leonardo. There are things that I can handle and…ironically, Karai is on a small list of things I can't. But I meant what I said. I want this to end; there won't be any peace if it keeps up."

The two were silent, allowing the echoes to carry the sobbing they could hear behind them and all around them. "If it's any consolation," Chaplin whispered. "I'm sorry."

"So am I."

The doctor nodded, curtly, before leaving the way Karai had, though his steps seemed slower, heavier. Again, Leo watched, feeling a level of discontent that he hadn't felt in a very long time. Turning, his heart broke at the scene he saw. He could see even from where he stood that his nephew was dead. Logically, he knew that this younger turtle shouldn't mean as much to him as he did; he was from a future that they had already discovered wasn't a part of their timeline, of their world.

In Nick's world, Donnie was dead and the brainy turtle's brothers had helped raise the boy, along with his mother and Splinter.

In the world they currently lived in, Donnie was alive, he and Dell had broken up and there didn't seem to be plans for them ever getting back together, despite what they both wanted. Nick would probably never exist in this world; but still…in some dimension, Leo had a hand in raising the boy, his brother's son, and now that boy lay dead in his crying brother's arms.

Somehow, everything felt different now.

TRANSLATIONS

Donnie: Yes, my son.