Yes, it's finally here. I'm so sorry it took so long, but apparently my laptop couldn't be fixed right away, so it's sent back to the factory. And because of this, I had to re-write the whole chapter on my Dad's computer T ^ T

Anyways, this chappie is about twice as long as normal, so I hope you'll hang on until the end of the page. Please enjoy!


Donatello was hiding in the bushes next to Naomi's house.

Man, it sure is convenient that people in this area all have these bushes in their front yards. They make hiding so much easier!

He looked up to the window of Naomi's room. He could hear music and voices. She was not alone.

Sounds like she's having a party… maybe I should come back some other day.

He ducked when he heard someone open the window.

"Whew, fresh air!" he heard an unfamiliar voice say. "Seriously, Nay, you should get that heater fixed."

"I know," sounded Naomi's ever so familiar voice. "Gramps said someone will come over to take a look at it."

"Well, if this someone's looks can fix, then be my guest," answered a third voice.

"Anyways, listen to this," said Naomi. Just a second later, Donatello could hear her put up another song. It started with strange but soothing sounds, before an ocarina sounded. Leisurely, an orchestra came up on the background. Then suddenly, every sound disappeared. For about two or three seconds, it was completely silent. This silence was interrupted by the loud sound of drums and the orchestra playing the same melody a lot faster and louder. This was no longer classical music, this was… it didn't even have a clear style. The ocarina sounded again, much louder and much more freely in its melody.

Just what kind of music do these kids listen to? wondered Donatello. He kept listening to the music, which went on for another two minutes before it died away.

"So, what do you think, Soph?" asked Naomi.

"It's perfect!" answered an enthusiastic voice. "Nay, you're the best!"

"I agree," said the other voice. "I'm sure the professors will love it!"

"Oh, right, Taa-chan, I'd like to see your new drawings," said Naomi. "Soph keeps telling me how good they are, but I need to see for myself before I believe anything she says."

"Hey!"

"Well, it's a little late to go to my house, but you can come tomorrow. Soph too, of course!"

"I'm sorry, ladies," sounded the voice of an old man, "but I just got a phone call from Takara's aunt. They want you to go home."

"Thank you, Grandfather," said Takara.

"Yeah, I think I'll go, too," said Sophie. "Great music, Nay. It's made of awesome!"

"Thanks," said Naomi. "Now scram, I'm gonna hit the sheets, too."

"Ok, see ya tomorrow," said Sophie.

"Good night," said Takara.

"Oh, Taa-chan?"

"Hm?"

"Onaka wo kashimasu yoooo," said Naomi, followed by a short silence.

"Nay, I'm sorry to say this, but… please stop trying to speak Japanese," said Takara. "You really suck at it."

"What did I say?" laughed Naomi. But the next sound Donatello heard was a door being shut. He moved a little away from the street side before Naomi's friends stepped out of the house.

"What did she say, Taa-chan?" he heard Sophie ask.

"That she'll lend her stomach to me," answered Takara dryly. Sophie burst out laughing.

"I heard that!" Donatello was a little startled at the shout from Naomi's window. "Don't take whatever I said seriously!"

"I never do!" was the last reply before the two disappeared. Naomi laughed shortly before everything became quiet again. Donatello didn't move for another minute before he looked up to the window. But what he was looking at, were two toxic green eyes, and a face filled with amusement.

"Are you gonna come over here or not?" she asked with a grin. "Don't be so surprised. I knew you'd come back."

Donatello sighed and climbed up the wall. Naomi stepped back to give him some space to climb in. She grabbed the chair from her desk and put it next to the window. Donatello climbed in, but seemed to hesitate to take the chair.

"Don't worry," said Naomi, sitting down on the edge of her bed, "I've removed the bear trap." Donatello looked at her and laughed.

"No, seriously, it's over there," said Naomi. She pointed at the corner next to her desk. And yes, there it was: a huge bear trap. Donatello's eyes widened.

Naomi laughed at the nervous look Donatello gave her. "Relax!" she laughed. "It's fake. A Halloween decoration. It's still lying here, because I'm too lazy to clean it up."

"Oh," was Donatello's reaction, followed by a nervous laugh. Slowly, he sat down. He looked from the fake bear trap to the computer on her desk. He had never seen that program before. He could see musical notes and instruments on the edges of the screen.

Wait a minute…

"Did you make that music?!" he asked in surprise.

Naomi looked surprised at the question, but then her face flushed a little and she nodded. "Yeah, it's for this project I'm doing with those two who just left."

"Incredible," gasped Donatello. "How did you come up with that kind of music? It's so… different."

"Oh, I started hearing this song inside my head when I was 12," answered Naomi shyly.

"Oh." Donatello looked at his feet. A lot of things have happened to us during the past few years, he thought. He looked at Naomi again, who was embracing her knees and leaning back against her pillow against the wall. I haven't seen you grown, Sis. I'm sorry.

"Donatello?"

"Hm?"

"Why did you come back?"

Donatello's eyes widened. He knew why, but he couldn't tell her. Because I care about you, he thought. I wanted to see what you've become.

"I know we have some kind of history together," said Naomi. "Including those other three."

A shiver went down Donatello's spine.

"W-what do you mean, 'other three'?" he asked as casually as possible.

"Oh come on," said Naomi strictly. "I know that was real. I saw you on that rooftop. And by the looks on your faces, I could tell that all of you knew who I am."

"Naomi…"

"Don't bother. Just tell me how we met back then, and why I can't remember you guys."

"…"

"Donatello, please."

Donatello was struggling to forget his own selfish thoughts. She knows about the others, so what's the point of hiding anymore? As long as I don't tell her where we live, she won't find us anyway… no, I can't think like this. But still…He rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. What should I do?

Naomi stood up from her bed, came to stand right in front of Donatello and crouched. The curious face of the teenager was now impossible to miss. Her green eyes were looking into his, pleading.

"I'd love to tell you, you know," said Donatello softly. For a second, the teenage girl turned back into a nine-year-old.

"Then tell me," said Naomi softly, her eyes almost hypnotising him. "What are you so afraid of?"

"For you to get hurt," answered Donatello.

"How could I possibly get hurt from knowing about you?" asked Naomi.

"Listen, even if I told you everything, would you understand?" asked Donatello strictly.

Just when Naomi was about to answer, the two of them shot up when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Grandpa…" whispered Naomi. "Quick, hide!"

Donatello had already disappeared from the room.

Harry knocked on her door. "Naomi? I thought Sophie and Takara left. Who's still in there?"

"No one, Gramps," answered Naomi. Meanwhile she was looking under her bed, in her closet, but she couldn't find a trace of Donatello.

"Oh, I thought I heard something… Are you decent? Can I come in?" asked Harry.

"Yeah," said Naomi hesitantly. She took one final look around. Donatello was really gone. "Sure, come in."

Harry entered the bedroom. Naomi stood right in the middle of the room, trying to act cool.

"I thought I heard a… male voice?" he gave her a suspicious look. Naomi suppressed a shiver. Damn, good hearing aid, she thought.

"I was… chatting." She hated lying to her foster parent, but she couldn't tell him she was talking to a mutant Turtle. "You know, on the Internet."

The old man looked at her computer.

"I just closed the chat room," improvised Naomi. She faked a yawn. "I'm really tired. I'm going to bed."

"Yes," said Harry, still not quite convinced. "But just so you know: young men are not always looking for love. At your age, all they think about is…"

"Grandpa!" interrupted Naomi, just in time. An embarrassed blush coloured her cheeks a light red. "I'll be careful, alright?"

"Ok, ok," said Harry. "Just saying, I was once young, too."

"Good night, Gramps," said Naomi with a forced smile. Harry returned the fake smile with a real one.

"Good night, Naomi," he said as he left the room. Naomi closed the door behind him. She waited until she heard the door of his bedroom close. Then she looked around. "Donatello?" she asked softly.

"Is he gone?" she heard him ask from the window.

"Yeah," said Naomi. "Hopefully he'll take off his hearing aid soon. He actually hates that thing."

Donatello climbed back in.

"By the way, Donatello was not a painter," said Naomi. Donatello looked at her.

"Oh?" he asked.

"He was a sculptor," explained Naomi. She put her hands on her hips. "You never looked up the man whom you're named after?"

"Actually… no," admitted Donatello. "Strange… it never even crossed my mind."

Naomi chuckled. Donatello smiled at her.

"Listen," he said. "I'll tell you the highlights, but I won't go in detail."

"Ok," said Naomi. "That's a start." She smirked evilly at the face Donatello made. Donatello shook his head and sat back on the chair.

"Ok," he started. "When we first met, you were running away from the orphanage. You got attacked by a group of thugs and we… saved you."

Naomi's eyes widened.

"You were unconscious," continued Donatello, "so we took you home with us."

"I guess it wasn't easy for you when I woke up," said Naomi.

Donatello laughed. "It sure wasn't," he said. "But that wasn't for long. After you tried to run away from us, we found you and after a little while, you accepted where you were, and our situation. You stayed with us for about a month, I think. Then we made that wristband together."

"I used to help my brother with his inventions," said Naomi.

"You know," said Donatello softly, "that time, you became our sister as well."

Naomi's eyes widened, instantly filling themselves with tears. She rubbed her eyes and suppressed a sob. Donatello looked at her.

"I'm sorry," said Naomi, forcing a smile. "It's just that… I always knew that Grandpa wasn't the only one who took me into his family. I knew I had more family out there. You know… even though we're not blood-related."

Donatello hesitated before he stood up and reached his hand out to her. When Naomi looked at his approaching hand, he stopped. But when Naomi didn't protest or turn away, he patted her head like he used to when she was nine. It brought back memories to him, but he knew she wouldn't remember.

"After we said goodbye…" he said, but hesitated again. Naomi looked up, her eyes questioning. Donatello withdrew his hand and sat back on the chair, shaking his head.

"If you don't wanna tell me, you don't have to," said Naomi reluctantly.

"Would you… like it if one of my… our brothers… came to visit you next time?" asked Donatello in order to change the subject.

Naomi looked into his eyes. "Next time?" she repeated. "And when's that?"

"I don't know," said Donatello. "Whenever you're home. In a few days, I guess."

"How about I come to your place?" proposed Naomi. "Then I can meet all of you—"

"No."

The steady look in his eyes crossed the surprised look in hers.

"I'm sorry, but you can't go to our place," said Donatello. "It's dangerous."

Naomi crossed her arms. "Hmm, a nine-year-old can live at your place, but for the older version of the same girl it's too dangerous?" she asked rhetorically. When Donatello opened his mouth to protest, she said: "Ok, fine. I guess I can't have all four of you here with Grandpa across the hall, huh? Oh, wait. He said something about visiting some old friends of his across town next weekend. How about all of you come over next Saturday?"

Donatello thought for a minute. "You're not inviting your friends too, right? We can't be seen by anyone."

"I promise there'll be no other human than yours truly," she said with a small bow before she looked at him with a smirk. Donatello laughed.

"Ok, it's a deal," he said. "Next Saturday, all of us."

"Deal," said Naomi.

"Now get some sleep, ok?" said Donatello.

"Yeah, yeah," said Naomi. "You get outta here in case Gramps comes back."

"See you Saturday."

"Yeah. Bye."


Yay! You made it! ^^ I hope you also liked it, though. Anyway, after the next chapter comes the T-rated part... I think. It'll probably take some time for me to upload that one, too. With 3 computer addicted people (including myself) and only 1 computer that actually works, it's very hard to get some time to write. But I'll try my best! ^^