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Chapter List
- 1-Ensuring Discipline
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16 Final
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Ensuring Discipline

part 11
            Pseudo-Leo did not make an appearance at the breakfast table, a fact that had Don giving thanks for small favors.
            As Raph and Mikey preceded him into the kitchen, Don’s automatic glance towards Master Splinter’s room showed him the flickering light of candles behind the shoji. Don had a feeling that was where Leo would go after his stormy exit from the dojo.
            Don knew his younger brothers probably weren’t any hungrier than he was after that mornings disastrous practice session, but he also knew they had to eat if for no other reason than to maintain their strength.
            He went straight to the coffee maker and set about making a pot that was a little stronger than usual, trying to decide how to get them to eat something. When he realized his dilemma he nearly laughed; how many times over the years had his family tried to get him to think more about food?
            Mikey beat him to the solution by quickly making a pot of oatmeal and cutting up some fruit to go along with it. While he worked, Mikey kept up a constant stream of nonsense chatter, mostly about the latest video game that held him in its sway.
            The inane babble washed over Don like a soothing tide; stripping away his tension and his fear that he’d have to make small talk with brothers who were just as traumatized as he was. Don could see that Mikey’s rambling soliloquy was having the same calming effect on Raph, whose shoulders were slowly relaxing as the minutes passed.
            It was one of Mikey’s many gifts, that ability to lighten the worst moods by distracting and pulling his brother’s thoughts away from their worries. Don thought it probably helped Mikey as well; giving the youngest something else to focus on.
            When the coffee was ready, Don poured out a steaming cup of the brew and set it on the table in front of Raph. His brother’s eyes were closed but the scent of the coffee opened them and Raph glanced up at Don, his face expressionless.
            “The warmth will help your throat,” Don said gently.
            Raph’s lips pulled back into the semblance of a smile and then flattened back out quickly. “Thanks,” he rasped, lifting the cup to take a sip of the dark liquid.
            Mikey set the fruit and some condiments in the middle of the table and then placed three bowls of fresh oatmeal there as well. Don sat down and slid one of the bowls closer, rewarding his youngest brother with a grateful smile when Mikey handed him a spoon before taking a seat himself.
            Raph looked at his bowl for a few minutes while Mikey continued to talk between bites, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his red banded sibling wasn’t moving. With a sigh, Raph finally pulled the bowl in front of him and reached for the sugar and strawberries.
            When the meal was over, Don started to help Mikey put things away, but his youngest brother stopped him.
            “I’ve got this; Raph will sit here and keep me company,” Mikey said. “You should probably go to your lab and get some work done while you can.”
            The look that Mikey gave him was meaningful and Don caught on quickly.
            “You’re right, there are some things I’ve been trying to get around to reading up on,” Don said, meeting Mikey’s eyes.
            With a last quick glance at Raph, Don left the kitchen and headed directly to his lab. The door to Master Splinter’s room showed him the candlelight playing behind it, so Don assumed Leo was still in there.
            Knowing how dangerous it was to make assumptions regarding pseudo-Leo, Don remained cautious. Rather than closing the door after he entered the lab, Don left it partially open to give what he hoped was the appearance of normalcy.
            Going to the bookcase, Don took down several reference books, amongst them the book on kinetic energy that Mikey told him held the notes he and Raph had written. Don took great care to make sure his actions appeared usual; he had no way of knowing if Leo might slip past the lab and up to his room so that he could spy on the genius, nor did Don know that Leo wasn’t already doing exactly that.
            Don pulled a pad of paper and a pen from his desk drawer and began opening books randomly, making a show of perusing several pages in each before setting them aside. He was careful to leave the books open in piles on his desk, and to make quick notes about some of the things he’d read.
            Strategically situating his body between the camera and desk, Don finally flipped open the book that was his primary target all along. Don didn’t need to search for his brother’s notes; the book fell open at the spot where Mikey had placed several sheets of folded paper.
            The first two sheets were covered in Raph’s distinctly bold handwriting. Keeping alert for his oldest brother’s approach, Don settled in to read.
            “I ain’t sure how much help this is gonna be,” Raph’s missive began, “but you’re the genius around here. That day when Master Splinter left, he called me into his room just like he did with you guys.
            “He said he was leaving for a while; that he was going on a journey. ‘Course I asked him how long he was gonna be gone, but he got this kind of far away look in his eyes and just said he’d be back as soon as he could.
            “The way he looked when he said that sorta worried me so I asked him where he was going. All he would tell me was that he was gonna have to go a long way from home and that he’d have to travel through one of those Nexus portals to get there.
            “Before I could say anything else he told me he needed to ask me to do something for him. He said he needed me to stay vigilante and watchful while he was gone. I told him I always do that but he said this time it was even more important than usual ‘cause he wouldn’t be here to help us sense an attack.
            “He told me to stay close to home and he knew that was gonna be a sacrifice for me since he understood that going topside keeps me sane. Master Splinter said something about how our enemies have lots of resources and that the four of us had to stay close to each other to ward off any possibility of them surprising us.
            “There was something about staying safe in there; him saying that I should stay safe or that I needed to keep you guys safe. Hell, probably he said both of those things.
            “Then he told me that he expected me to refrain from having any serious arguments with you guys and I might have gotten mad about that if I wasn’t so worried about him taking off. I figured what he really meant was that I wasn’t supposed to get into any fights with Leo.
            “He asked me to be patient with all of you and I guessed that part he probably said to everyone. Master Splinter said that no matter how upset I got that I had to remember that Leo was in charge – like I could forget that!
            “That was something he stressed a few times, that thing about Leo being in charge. He said Leo was more than the leader now and I had to remember my duty above everything else. I doubt if Master Splinter figured the shit that’s been going on here into his lecture. Perfect Leo’s gone off the deep end and if sensei doesn’t get back soon, it’s gonna be kill or get killed.
            “Sorry Donny, I know you don’t like that kinda talk. Anyway, he dismissed me after that but I couldn’t leave without trying one more time to get him to tell me where he was going. You know that look he gets on his face when he’s remembering something from a long time ago? He had that look when he told me that the journey was one of discovery and in aid of a friend.
            “I know he could see I wasn’t too happy about that answer but he wouldn’t say another damn thing. Might as well try to get a rock to talk.
            “I wish like hell I had more but I don’t. After I left the room, Master Splinter called Mikey in and I guess you’ll read what they talked about from his notes. Like I said before, I don’t see a fucking thing here that’s worth two cents. More power to you for trying. Raph.”
            Don sighed as he finished reading Raph’s note, folding and setting it aside. There were one or two things that piqued his interest, but they didn’t really tell him much. Instead the entire thing seemed to raise more questions and Don thought Master Splinter couldn’t have been more cryptic if he’d tried.
            Taking a quick, furtive glance towards the door, Don pulled a couple of books towards him, turning pages and making notes before deciding he’d put on enough of a show to safely take the time to read Mikey’s note.
            Mikey’s handwriting was as distinct as Raph’s but in a completely different way. Mikey wrote with a flourish, his letters formed for maximum visual effect. Raph said even his writing was an attempt to show off, to which Mikey countered that if you had it, you should flaunt it.
            Don chuckled at the memory; sure that Mikey had never made an attempt to calm his flamboyant style because it aggravated Raph. Sometimes Don thought that Mikey’s goal in life was to infuriate his red banded brother, even though deep down Don knew Mikey just wanted Raph to lighten up and not take things so seriously.
            If going topside kept Raph sane, so did Mikey. Raph would never admit that but Don knew the truth of it almost as well as he knew his own face. Pseudo-Leo undoubtedly knew it as well; otherwise Raph might have blown up long ago. Leo dangled Raph’s misery in front of Don to keep the genius in line; he certainly wouldn’t miss the chance to hold Mikey’s safety over Raph’s head.
            Opening Mikey’s notes, Don took a second to let his eyes adjust to Mikey’s flourishes and then began reading.
            “Raph’s across the table from me scribbling away and I know he’s doing this partly ‘cause he hopes you’ll figure out what’s wrong with Leo but also ‘cause he’s really worried about you. Giving him something to do is always better than making him just sit around and wait.
            “Okay so, Master Splinter wanted to talk to me after he got done with Raph and since Raph told me sensei was going away when he came to get me the first thing I did when I got to Master Splinter’s room was ask him where he was going.
            “He said there was a journey that he needed to undertake and that he couldn’t say how long he’d be gone. I asked him what kind of journey and from the way he hesitated I guessed he didn’t really wanna say much more than that, but you know how much I hate when anyone tries to keep things from me. I said, ‘Come on sensei, what kind of journey makes you go all secretive with us? Are you gonna be in danger? Maybe instead of going alone we should go with you.’
            “In the back of my mind I was thinking how we’d followed him to the Battle Nexus tournament that time and maybe he’d remember that and decide that letting us go with him was better than taking a chance we’d follow him again.
            “I’m trying to remember exact words for you ‘cause that’s probably better than me trying to take shortcuts and maybe leaving out something important. He said, ‘No my son, this is not a journey that you can accompany me on, nor do I want to be followed. Any attempt to do so will not be tolerated.’
            “Master Splinter said that pretty sharply, using that ‘we won’t discuss this further’ tone of voice, so I dropped it for the moment. Sometimes the best way to get stuff out of him is to make him think you aren’t gonna talk about it anymore, especially when he’s agitated. Then once he calms down you can hint around and get him to tell you something else.
            “When he saw that I was leaving the subject alone, he said the main thing he wanted to talk to me about was what he expected me to do while he was gone. Let’s see if I can give that to you verbatim – ha-ha, I’ll bet you didn’t know I knew that word!
            “He said, ‘Michelangelo, while I am gone I want you to be certain that our home does not grow dark. Do not allow your brothers to become morose or withdrawn. It is your responsibility to ensure that the four of you remain close to each other and that petty differences do not drive apart your familial bond.’
            “I don’t know about you, but those words sure sounded like they were being said by a guy who’s planning on being gone for a long time.
            “Anyway, Master Splinter also told me to make sure that the household routines are maintained, which of course I took to mean we should all try to eat together and have family movie night and not let Raph get out of his turn to vacuum.
            “I gotta be honest Donny and say I might’ve missed some of the stuff he said ‘cause my mind kept going back to how I was gonna get him to tell me where he was going. I’m pretty sure that if he did say anything unusual I would’ve heard that; I usually only tune out words I’ve already heard a lot.
            “When he got to the point where I knew he was about to dismiss me, I jumped in and said that I’d do my best to make sure you guys didn’t all wallow in fits of depression, but it was gonna be hard ‘cause we’d all be worrying about him. Then I said he could save us a lot of misery if he’d just give us an idea of where he was going and if it was a safe place.
            “At first I thought he was gonna ignore me but I just kept staring at him expectantly and he finally said ‘Commitments are a serious thing, Michelangelo. When one makes a commitment to a friend, one is honor bound to follow through, no matter that the friend has changed and that the nature of the friendship has done likewise. My journey is to discover how drastic that change has become and to fulfill a commitment. You and your brothers must not worry about me. We will speak no more of this.’
            “He meant it too ‘cause he practically kicked me out of his room then. That’s it, Donny, that’s all I have. I hope this helps because I’m doing a horrible job of following Master Splinter’s orders about making sure our home doesn’t get dark. I don’t think it could get much darker. I’m scared for us, probably more scared than I’ve ever been in my life. You’ve always been good about getting the lights turned on, I’m sure hoping you can work some of your magic and fix Leo.”
            Don folded Mikey’s note slowly and tucked it inside the papers that Raph had written his on. He set them on the desk in front of him and sat back to think, the palm of his hand weighing the papers down as though he could divine something new from the written words by touching them.
            It struck him that while Raph’s note relayed a lot of his current feelings, Mikey’s had been more upbeat, more like his usual self. Don realized that those differences shouldn’t have surprised him; Raph was more the glass is half empty kind of guy, and Mikey definitely saw the glass as half full and waiting for more to be poured into it.
            Journey, old friend, discovery, commitment; none of it made sense. The only part of Master Splinter’s life after mutation that they didn’t know inside and out was when he had travelled to and won the Battle Nexus tournament.
            His use of the Nexus portal as a means of travel seemed to point to that time as well. Three things appeared clear to Don; the friend who had changed was someone Master Splinter had met during the tournament, that the journey Master Splinter undertook was not on Earth, and that it was most probably dangerous.
            Don thought he understood why his Leo had spent so much time in Master Splinter’s room after their Father had left. No doubt Master Splinter’s conversation with the eldest had been along similar lines to their own and had left Leo dissatisfied and distressed. The anxiety over the possibility that their sensei was walking into danger without any kind of backup would have driven Leo crazy.
            Master Splinter had foreseen that they might attempt to disobey him as they had done before. He had taken the precaution of telling them that the portal he was using would deliver him to a crossroads and that there he would take a different portal to his destination. Following him through the first would lead them exactly nowhere.
            With most of their avenues cut off, Leo had put on a brave face and told his brothers that they would honor Master Splinter’s wishes and wait for his return. But Don knew that those words were mainly to keep Raph and Mikey in check; for Leo himself the concern would have been too much.
            Therefore the trips to Master Splinter’s room; ostensibly to meditate. Don had suspected that Leo had spent time in there searching for answers as to where their Father had gone. Master Splinter’s room was the one place in the lair that held his most personal belongings; the place where their Father surrounded himself with memories of the past and a logical place to try to learn something about this mystery ‘friend’ of his.
            Leo must have found something amongst Master Splinter’s things and gone out at some point when his brothers were otherwise occupied. Whatever Leo had tried had backfired and led to his swapping places with pseudo-Leo, the psychopath.
            There were so many questions plaguing Don; if Leo took what he found with him then why hadn’t pseudo-Leo gotten rid of it? Why bring it back to the lair, if indeed he had? If he hadn’t, why else would he be so protective of Master Splinter’s room? What could it be that would cause the fake Leo to brick up Master Splinter’s room rather than surreptitiously disposing of the thing?
            Once more all roads led to Master Splinter’s room and it was time for Don to stop pussyfooting around and get his butt in there. A half formed idea had been floating around in his head since the previous night and now Don decided to flesh it out and examine it more closely.
            Don was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the shadow pass his door and then come back. The creak of the hinges startled him out of his reverie and he looked up to see Leo coming towards him.
            “You were deep in thought,” Leo said as he approached.
            Don’s fingers curled slightly, catching the folded notes so he could quickly palm them.
            “Just researching an idea I had for changing the propulsion on the shell sub,” Don said.
            “I see,” Leo said, stopping next to the desk.
            He reached over and picked up one of Don’s books, flipping through the pages with a show of casual curiosity, but Don noticed that his brother’s eyes weren’t on the book, they were on the desk.
            “I suppose this all makes sense to you,” Leo continued as he set the book down and lifted another. “’Integrated Electric Power Systems’. What percentage of the population of New York do you suppose would even begin to understand this book?”
            The question was obviously rhetorical so all Don did was chuckle in response. As Leo reached for a third book, Don shifted his hand to his lap, taking the notes with him.
            “When you have an idea, you really go all out in pursuit of it, don’t you? My brother the genius; fixated, determined, relentless, and unable to let things go. Do you still get those bad headaches?” Leo asked, his eyes lifting to meet Don’s.
            Don lifted his note pad and shook it, the flapping of the pages covering the crinkle of the notes he was hastily shoving into his belt. Don’s hands were quick; over the years he’d learned they had to be.
            “Sometimes, but I’ve gotten better about jotting things down rather than trying to keep it all in my head the way I used to,” Don said. “That’s some improvement.”
            “Yes, it is,” Leo agreed, setting the book down. “Being careful not to bite off more than you can chew would be another. You aren’t trying to do too much, are you Donny? Not trying to delve into things that wouldn’t actually be of advantage to anyone, especially to you?”
            Don’s heart was thumping so loudly in his chest he wouldn’t have been surprised to know that Leo could hear it.
            “I have plenty of challenges to keep me busy,” Don said quietly. “Plus I’ve found something that actually helps me sleep better than I ever have, something that helps me fall asleep without my usual struggle. The added rest has helped me to think more clearly.”
            He was gazing up at Leo through hooded eyes, his voice an octave lower. Leo responded to the tone, turning his body so that his plastron was directly in front of his younger brother’s face.
            “I hope you haven’t taken to using drugs, Donny,” Leo said in a husky whisper.
            Don slipped off his chair smoothly, dropping to his knees in front of Leo. Placing his hands on Leo’s thighs, Don tilted his head back and said, “It’s becoming habit forming, if that’s what you mean.”
            Gently pushing against his brother’s thighs, Don urged Leo to spread his legs further apart. Leo stared down at Don, his breath quickening as his younger brother captured his tail between talented fingers. With a seductive smile, Don leaned forward and with his tongue painted a wet stripe on the center front line of Leo’s plastron, grazing the softer cartilage of the slit between Leo’s legs.
            It took but a few minutes effort to make Leo drop down, his cock swelling to a proper erection inside the heat of Don’s mouth. Leo began to churr as Don performed fellatio on him, his hands clutching at Don’s head as the genius deep throated him repeatedly.
            Leo’s head fell back, his eyes slowly closing as he started to thrust into Don’s mouth. The swelling and pulsing of Leo’s cock told Don that his brother’s orgasm was imminent. Don tightened his lips around Leo’s shaft and began to move faster, making sure that his tongue slid along the underside of Leo’s penis with every movement.
            When Leo’s thighs began to tremble, Don deep throated his brother’s cock again and then moaned, low and long. It was enough to tip Leo over into his orgasm.
            As Leo groaned and shuddered through his climax, Don slid the notes from his belt and slipped them into a torn spot in the leather of his desk chair. Then he reached up to pet Leo’s hip with that hand, dutifully swallowing all of his brother’s ejaculate.
            Don carefully tucked Leo’s cock back into its protective pouch as his older brother came down from his orgasmic high. Sighing deeply, Leo grasped Don’s upper arms and lifted him to his feet, pulling him into a tight embrace.
            Letting his head fall to Leo’s shoulder, Don gripped the edges of his brother’s shell and concentrated on breathing deeply to settle his nauseous reaction to the onset of nerves. Don had fought Shredder and his Foot clan, Hun and his Purple Dragons, Bishop and the black helicopter squad, not to mention a number of alien species, and he didn’t remember ever being quite so scared in his life. If Leo had found him with those notes . . . .
            Leo touched his fingers to Don’s chin and when the genius lifted his head, Leo kissed him. The kiss was tender but thorough, Leo’s tongue swirling around Don’s as though relishing the taste of himself inside Don’s mouth.
            Don was still quivering a little when Leo released him and stepped back. The concerned expression on Leo’s face made Don’s brow furrow in puzzlement.
            “I would return the favor Donny, but I know that your ass and penis are both sore. Let’s give you a few more hours to recover, shall we?” Leo asked with a gentleness that had Don blinking.
            “Okay,” Don said, slightly bewildered.
            Leo laughed at the look on his face. “I didn’t come in here for sex, but I have to say that was a nice bonus,” Leo said. “I wanted to know the status of your repairs to the van.”
            “The van . . . oh, the van!” Don exclaimed, Leo’s presence having driven all thoughts of it from his head. “I actually meant to talk to you about that. I have a list of the parts that need to be replaced and wondered if you were still up for going to the junkyard tonight.”
            “All four of us?” Leo asked, his eyes narrowing.
            “Well, yes,” Don answered hastily. “I need brake pads and shock absorbers and there are hundreds of wrecked vehicles there. Four can search a lot faster than two. We can take the sliders to within a block of the yard and then proceed on foot.”
            Leo seemed to be thinking about it and then he nodded, smiling at Don while doing so. “All right, that’s probably the best plan. We’ll leave around midnight. I’ll let Raph and Mikey know.”
            Stepping close to Don again, Leo wrapped a hand around the back of his younger brother’s neck and pulled him into another kiss, this one much more possessive than the last. When he broke off, Don found himself struggling for breath.
            “After we find the parts you need and get back home, how about I teach you something new?” Leo asked, his voice low and husky.
            “N . . . new is g . . . good,” Don stammered, watching Leo walk towards the door.
            “I’m glad you think so,” Leo told him before stepping out of the lab.
            Don stood completely still for a moment and then with a full body shudder he collapsed into his chair. He’d be damned if he was going to try anything else at all with pseudo-Leo, new or otherwise. Tonight Don was going to fix this entire situation or die trying.
TBC…………………
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