Ok, I updated "MY Brother" so I'm going to work on this story for awhile. I must admit, this a whole new thing for me. I plan to keep each chapter short, so there's a lot of chapters and I can update it almost daily. Besides with all the chaos going on in "MY Brother" I need a break. -_-' A story that isn't so overwhelming.

I don't own TMNT. Honestly, if I did I'd be hiring my friends to draw the comics and make the episodes. Actually, I'd make two different series. I think the rights belong to Nickelodeon now, so the new show is likely to be like the light hearted 1987 series. I'd make one like that and also one like the first five seasons of the 2k3 series. (FF and Btts were terrible. Too lightherted for me, since I grew up mostly with the dark 2k3 series and the movies.) Not that I don't like the 1987 series I watch multiple episodes everyday! ^_^

Anyways here's chapter 3:

Leo hummed softly while Donatello snuggled into his plastron, small, quiet breaths escaping his mouth, his yellow plastron rising and falling in a steady pattern. The eldest stood up from where he had been sitting atthe kitchen table and walked into the main room of the lair where Mikey was sitting on the couch, playing his game guy. Raphael was sitting in the armchair, reading a book.

"Come on little brothers, time for bed," Leo said sternly.

"But I'm not tired!" Mikey pouted.

This became a stare down until Leo turned on 'the look'.

Mikey whimpered and then shuffled towards Leo, "Ok."

That look went right through them and felt like a stab in the gut. It could convince them to do anything. But the young orange masked turtle knew one power he had. He looked up at his oldest brother, his eyes growing wide as he reached up towards him. Leo sighed, that look of Michelangelo's always weakened him in some way. He momentarily wondered how many times their farther had given in to the same look. He shifted the still slumbering Donatello to his left arm while he scooped up Michelangelo with his right.

"Come on Raphael, you too," Leo ordered sternly, but calmly.

"Just let me finish this page and I'll be right up," the red clad turtle tot said.

Leo was skeptical, but shrugged it off, deciding he'd come back down for his immediate younger brother. The eldest jumped to the second floor of their home and ducked in the largest room on the right. Three beds were each against a single wall. He slipped Donatello into the nearest one, covering him with a purple blanket before crossing the room and slipping Michelangelo into the orange draped bed. He turned to leave but stopped at the feel of a tiny hand on his arm.

"Aniki?"

This made Leo turn back to his baby brother and sigh for the upcoming morning. He thought he didn't have time before just being the leader of the team, but now he really had no if not negative time. Fate owed him something now, he was sure of it. Between his normal leadership duties, his determination to carry on the team's vigilance and protection of the city, caring for his little brothers, teaching them the lessons they learned years ago, he barely had any time for himself. He did manage to set aside about two hours every night for practice. Good thing he only needed about five hours of sleep.

"Hai? Dai-kun?"

Mikey giggled, "Are we learning more Japanese tomorrow?"

"Hai," Leo said shortly with an amused smile.

Surprisingly, it was the youngest turtle that had been hooked by the study of foreign languages. He was determined to learn them all!

Leo shook his head and tucked the orange blanket around his baby brother, "Go to sleep Michelangelo."

The orange clad turtle responded by yawning and snuggling down into his pillow. The eldest smiled in exasperation and turned to the doorway, he had to get Raphael to go to bed. Then, to his shock, he found the red masked turtle in the doorway, walking inside the room.

"Hi big brother, goodnight," the young tot said, climbing into his bed with a proud smile.

He looked over at Leo with the same proud smile, "I put the book up bro."

Still a little surprised by the red masked turtle's actions Leo simply said goodnight and exited the room before leaning against the yellow brick wall. He glanced down at the area they named their living room. Normally, there was a large mess from where his younger brothers had played, but there was only a neat stack of toys on the table. Ok, Leo knew that the living room had been messy when he had taken Mikey and Donny upstairs. He looked over at the bookshelf that was against the wall and found one book slightly askew. He recognized it as the one Raph had been reading.

Then, a small, affectionate smile spread across his face, "Raphael," he whispered.

With no living room to clean up, he went into the kitchen and began sweeping and running water to wash the dishes. After that he went to the computer and ran a security check on the surrounding sewer tunnels. Some rats, some mice, insects, some stray cats and the constant piles of damp debris. Everything seemed to be normal, so he went into the dojo for his nightly practice. He was grateful for the extra amount of time he had since he needed to be at his best for tomorrow night. He would be taking his brothers to April's. The turtles' human friend had promised to watch them, also the scientist in her was currently trying to figure out what Stockman had done to them. Finishing up for the night Leo blew out all the candles he had lit to practice by.

Ok writer's block, pardon me while I go bang it out of my head. Chapter four will be posted in a few hours if I don't have to go anywhere in that amount of time.

~Moonsetta