Ok, ALL very good guesses. I assure you, they are excellent estimations, unfortunately they're all wrong. Ok, maybe I should've had you guess after this chapter because you get a hint.

Oh and Truth Seeker, I'm sorry but these chapters are designed to be short. I'm not here to look professional or win a popularity contest, it's all just too close to politics for me. I despise politics! -_- We're not taught history anymore in school, we're taught to choose a political party. If I could I'd drop my course, but it's required. -_-

Whew, I need to stop before I rant for two pages.

I've tried hypnotizing myself but still don't believe that I own the ninja turtles.

Leo sipped his green tea silently while looking over the newspaper on the table. They usually found one covering the day's news hanging from one of the sewer vents that lead to the above world or one abandoned in a desolate alley somewhere. They were easy enough to find. For tonight, they predicted scattered thunderstorms but a very miniscule amount of precipitation. If there was rain, there wouldn't be much.

"Hey Leo?" a voice from across the table asked.

"Yes Michelangelo?" Leo asked in return.

"Can we go get ice cream after patrol tonight?"

"I don't think a patrol tonight would be the best idea, I'm pretty sure there's going to be an electric storm."

"Please? Just a triple dipped cone from Marty's please?"

Leo tried to look away as Mikey's eyes widened, but he couldn't. It was just those, begging, baby brother eyes. Where did he get that power from!

Leo opened his mouth to respond and then closed it as something hit his mind…memories.

He glanced over as the final turtle pushed his way out of his egg. And although his animal instincts wouldn't allow him to laugh he did feel something amusing about seeing the youngest turtle break out of his egg and end up on his shell. The smallest turtle glanced up at him and appeared to blink, his eyes wide with an innocent curiosity.

Leo shook away the memory and then let a smile cross his face and he nodded his consent which made Mikey clap in delight, "Awesome dude!"

The clap, brought back another memory…

He looked into the face and raised his head up to beacon to the other turtle. The blue-green skinned turtle stood a few inches away from him, that distance seemed like miles to the baby turtles though so the cry that escaped his lips, either wasn't caught or was ignored by the other turtle. The blue-green skinned turtle looked at the glass wall that surrounded their tiny world and then laid down to rest from all his walking he had done earlier.

After making up their plans for the day and then enjoying a delicious breakfast, the turtles split up to find ways to entertain themselves for the next half an hour before their morning practice began. Mikey dove for the TV and video games possessively before anyone else could grab them, Donny jetted into his lab to continue his progress on a new program he was developing and Raphael, a smirk on his face, headed strait for the dojo. No doubt Leo would already be there, getting a head start on everything. To the red banded turtle's surprise though, Leo was standing outside the door to the dojo, looking at the newspaper again. Glancing at the direction of Leo's gaze, he was staring at the top of the page, where the date was.

"Hey bro, you ok?"

Leo jerked back from the shock of the voice and then breathed a sigh of relief when he found it was just his younger brother. Raph laughed at the jerk causing his older brother to glare at him for a moment before he looked back down at the paper. Raph's normal smirk fell into a frown.

"Something up?" Raph asked.

"No, everything's ok," Leo said.

Raph might have questioned this more but then he just shrugged his shoulders. It was August 28th, this was not a day to be upset. This had to be the best day of the year! He ignored the cautious glances Leo was still throwing at him and the paper before walking around his blue banded brother and stepping inside the dojo. Finally, he had been neglecting his punching bag for some time now.

Back outside Leo shook his and sighed heavily, letting his face to fall to a look of sorrow as he glanced back at the date stomped on top of the newspaper. No wonder he had those memories and no wonder he had given into Mikey's pleas so easily. He heard the pounding of fists against sand and leather, the sound letting him know that his immediate younger brother was already ahead in training, shouts from the living room proved Mikey was losing to some opponent on his video game and constant typing revealed that the family genius was hard at work.

It was August 28th.

Leo walked over to a large box that was near Don's door, why he always wanted them to save the newspaper, they didn't know, but they didn't argue.

The blue masked turtle glanced at the date once more as he dropped the paper in with the others.

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If anyone had watched him closely, they would've noticed the lone tear that fell from his eye and landed on the paper below.

Ok, does everyone get the hint?

Raph, Donny and Mikey love the day, why?

This day though, apparently holds some kind of sorrow for Leo.

So what could it be?

Remember from the first story that technically, Leo isn't their brother and somehow-

I think I'll stop there, if I said anymore I'd just give it away.

Please review! And keep guessing, the one-shot gift is still up!

~Moonsetta