Turtle Café

By: AndiKaneUnderwood

Universe: 2003

A/U: Bakery, Alpha/Beta/Omega, Aged Up, Psychic Twin Connection

The Turtle bakery was a huge success from sun up to sun down.

Open all hours of the day, only closing when the sun started setting at 6.

It was a small place nestled in beside the mall and three pizza parlors.

The staff where all related, a family of seven, five kids and two parents.

The eldest at 24, Hamato Miwa, took delivery most often, with shifts as a waiter on Thursdays and in the kitchen on Mondays.

The second eldest at 22, Hamato Leonardo, was usually waiting tables, with shifts as delivery on Wednesdays and in the kitchen on Sundays.

Then came the Hamato twins at 21, Raphael (older) and Donatello (younger). Raphael worked as a waiter mostly, with shifts on delivery Tuesday and chef on Fridays. Donatello worked in the kitchens mostly, with shifts as waiter on Mondays and delivery on Saturdays.

The youngest at 20, Hamato Michelangelo, who worked as their full time mascot because he had no patience for anything else, though he did pick up hours helping in the kitchen.

Their parents, Hamato Yoshi and Hamato Shen, both helped as waiters, helping out where they could and managing the restaurant.

What was probably the most surprising about the family was their designations.

Yoshi and Shen where both Betas. So, the question most people asked was how does a Beta couple with little to no history of Alpha and/or Omega and gaps larger that the Grand Canyon between said designations have two Alphas and two Omegas in a row.

This had caused more than a few complications with in the bakery/cafe.

On more than a few occasions, Miwa (who was Beta), Leonardo, and Raphael had been seen throwing out rude customers for harassing the younger Omega siblings.

And God forbid someone harass the older two Alphas. Your food would likely come out burned or not done right at all or you'd get insulted in the most painful way.

So, needless to say, most of the regular customers tended to be nice, unless they didn't want their food at all. And really, the people were lucky the boys' parents didn't find out. The last time they did... Well, the person didn't come back, that's for sure.

One of the more memorable moments included one of the customers literally getting thrown out of the Cafe by the two Alphas and a very angry Beta.

TMNT~TMNT~TMNT

Mondays where the worst days.

Don and Mikey both thought so.

Mikey because he had to be up early to open the bakery, Don because it meant his shift as waiter was upon him.

His Anxiety made it difficult for him to be in the bakery, much less working as a waiter.

His father had been all too willing to let him skip over it completely, his siblings understanding, and Don sometimes wondered why he hadn't taken the offer and stayed in the kitchens with his Friday delivery shifts.

But, no. Don had stepped up. Just because he had Anxiety didn't mean he couldn't help out.

Yes, he would have to switch shifts sometimes, and take off completely on other days, but he could do it.

It would be hard, but he could do it.

His only bright side on days like today was that this was his only shift of the week. He just had to get through eight and he'd be fine. After the first couple of hours, he was usually fine.

Today was not one of those days.

The first hour was fine, but then a particularly loud man came in and Don was the one who waited on him.

He was ever so clearly an Alpha and he had a small Omega girl with him who was looking around like she expected to be attacked. Don didn't blame her, he found that was how he felt a lot of the time, but for different reasons.

Raph had offered to take the man off his hands, but Don had shook his head, "I got it."

As he slid over, he plastered what he hoped looked like a convincing, polite smile on his face and breathed in and out a deep sigh, dispelling some of his nerves.

"Welcome to, to the Turtle Cafe, sir, miss. We sincerely hope you enjoy your time with us. Can I get something to drink to start off with?" he asked.

The Alpha man nodded. "Yeah, I'll have a sweet tea and she'll take a water." he pointed to the young lady like she wasn't anything special.

Don bristled slightly at his treatment of her, but shook it off and wrote down the order. "Alright, are you ready to order, or do you need time?"

"Give us a minute, would ya?" the man snapped and Don shrank back.

"O-Of course, sir." Don began to close his booklet and leave, but was stopped by the man's next comment.

"And send someone else out here, would ya? I don't think you'll work right."

Don felt a shiver travel up his spine and he fought the urge to call for Raph, knowing that the older red head could already feel his discomfort and was probably already working on a plan to help Don.

He turned back with another plastered on smile. "I'll see... I'll see what I can do, do about that, sir."

Don hurried back to the kitchen, nearly panicking and actually hyperventilating.

Leo and Raph easily picked up on it and where there in a second to help him calm down.

"Breathe, Don. Breathe." Leo murmured as Raph took Don's face between his hands and gave him specific instructions to help him calm down.

After a stressful ten minutes of Don trying and failing to breathe, Don finally managed to get enough air and calm down enough to tell them what had happened, assure them it was just an overreaction and inform them that the man wanted another waiter.

Both Raph and Leo where swamped and their parents where working on paperwork in the office. Don would have to deal with this man by himself.

Raph gave Don a knowing look that Don knew very well. That was the look Raph pulled when Don was about to do something dangerous and possibly life threatening. Like when Don was facing down a particularly difficult bully in school.

"Raph, really, it's fine. I've got it." Don promised. He whispered a few comforting words in Japanese and offered a reassuring smile.

Raph didn't drop the look, but he nodded and murmured, "Alright," then his expression hardened, "but if he lays one hand on you, I'm gonna kill him."

Don went back and informed the man that there was no other available waiter for him and the Omega girl.

As he set down their drinks, Don heard the man hum, "You'll do then."

He couldn't help but wonder what that meant, but he got it completely when the man put a hand on his wrist and brought it to his nose.

Don stood frozen, completely unsure what to do.

"You smell alright, I guess. You look healthy. Yes, you'll do nicely." the man didn't let go of Don's wrist and Don had to physically jerk his hand away.

"Sir are, are you ready to, ready to or... Order?" he stammered, taking out his notepad with trembling hands.

"Only if you're on the menu, sweet thing." the Alpha man replied.

Don shook his head quickly.

The man grunted, "Alright then." He rattled off his order.

Don turned to the young lady, but she shook her head imperceptibly and slid a paper across the table.

Don nodded and read the paper (1). "Okay, Miss. I'll be back soon with your order, sir."

The Alpha man licked his lips and nodded.

Don went back and had the order prepared. Raph was there waiting with open arms.

Don folded himself into Raph's embrace and his body started shaking.

Since everyone knew the twins and how close they were, none of the customers minded.

Once the coffee was done, Don pulled himself together and wiped his eyes of the tears that fell.

He took the food out.

The Alpha man wasn't happy.

"I said non-fat. I know I said non-fat. Marinna I did say non-fat didn't I?" he asked.

The Omega girl startled as if electrocuted and nodded.

"Remake it." the man demanded.

Don nodded. "I'm so sorry, sir, of course I'll remake it."

The man still wasn't happy the next time it was brought out.

"I know I said an extra espresso shot and I don't taste an espresso shot."

It was remade again.

"No. That's definitely not it, try again."

Don was so tired of running back and forth to the kitchen.

"I know I made it perfectly that time, Don." Miwa snapped, throwing the coffee in the trash.

Don sniffled and nodded. "I know. I trust you." he murmured.

Raph, who'd excused himself form some of the regulars so he could come back to the kitchen and comfort his younger twin, put his hand on Don's shoulder. Don sniffled again and straightened his back. "Last time, Miwa, I promise."

Miwa sighed and nodded. "Alright."

The man still wasn't happy with it.

"Sir, I watched out chef make it myself and I'm quite sure it's perfect." Don protested meekly.

The man stood and stared at Don for a solid six heartbeats.

Then Don was on the floor with a broken coffee mug around him.

The entire cafe was silent.

Suddenly, the Alpha man was pinned to the ground by an angry blue flash and a furious red blur.

Don didn't see what happened next, he was led to the back by Mikey, who'd seen the whole thing.

It was only five minutes later when Don was wrapped up on the couch and cuddled against Raph side.

He'd later find out that not only did Raph and Leo get angry, but Miwa as well.

Then man had quite literally been thrown out on his ass and hadn't been seen since.

TMNT~TMNT~TMNT

So maybe the Turtle Cafe was small and not always busy.

But the policies they held where good.

Because if Turtle Cafe wouldn't let their own family be bullied, then they certainly wouldn't tolerate it with their customers.

(1) The Omega girl is mute and can't have food for the next hour or so because she'd just had a root canal.

Skye4Diamond, I'm so sorry it's taking me so long to get your last prompt out. I'm not going to lie, it's been hectic and the computer in my room has no internet connection, but I swear I'm getting it out as soon as possible, I promise.