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Worth Nothing	By : Venka Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT and did not write this fic with the interest of making money off it.

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"Hey." Mikey greeted happily.
"Uh…hi." Donnie answered not really sure if he felt much better about being with this group especially since he noticed Raph and Casey sitting with them. He knew Mikey, April, and Leo were nice to him…at least they were nice right now. Raph and Casey didn't really go out of their way to get to know him during gym class.
"Welcome to the cool kids table." Mikey said.
"Seriously, don't call it that." Raph groused as he popped open the tab on a can of cola. "You make it sound like were still in elementary school."
"So how have you been enjoying the rest of your classes?" Leo asked as Donnie settled at the table and returned to reading his text book,
"It's okay." Donnie self-consciously said.
"Just okay?" Mikey commented. "Seriously man, I've seen you impress the teacher. And having you at the table has certainly helped, normally math just goes in one ear and out the other. But for once I actually feel like I can understand it."
"It's true, I've tried tutoring him…and Casey." April said as she pulled out a sandwich wrapped in brown paper with the word "Whole Grains" Stamped on it and walking to the communal Microwaves. When she returned it was with a warmed roast beef sandwich oozing with grilled onions, Monterey-jack cheese, and mayo served on a ciabatta roll . She picked one half of the sandwich and took a bite. When she noticed that Donnie only had the apple he was eating and nothing else. Both Casey and Raph had homemade chicken salad sandwiches with chips and soda, Mikey had a PB and J, and Leo had a sushi bento he brought from home. While she had a sandwich and a large rice cripy bar.
"Forget your lunch?" She inquired. Donnie looked up from his book somewhat startled by the innocent question.
"No…I just…I didn't have time to make anything." Donnie answered shyly. April cocked her head in concern sensing an untruth there. She could certainly see what Leo had meant when he had commented that Donnie was self-depreciating.
"Would you like part of my sandwich?" She asked. "I like the custom sandwiches at whole grains, but their always too big for my tastes." Donnie looked interested, like this was the first offering of sustenance he had had in days. But he appeared to hesitate as though unsure.
"It's alright." April said as pushed over a napkin containing the greasy sandwich half. "Please I insist." Donnie at once took it, taking a bite his brown eyes seemed to cross in ecstasy as he savored each bite of the nourishment. Leo couldn't help but chuckle at the smile that crossed the normally somber boys face. As lunch period concluded sending each teen to their respective classes, Raph and Casey gave each other a bro hug and secretly a chased kiss before catching up with Leo.
"If I didn't know better man..." Raph said with a smirk. "I'd say you're in love." Leo blushed at that remark, but said nothing.

Clutching his stomach Donatello entered his underground lair and the old subway car he converted to into his home. Against one wall was an old cardboard box that serves as a make shift desk. His clothes sat folded and against the other wall along with his rolled up sleeping bag. And towards the back was a small electric kettle. The place wasn't exactly comfortable or warm, but it was home. Donnie's stomach churned and growled uncomfortably. He had spent history period sequestered in a stall in one of the boys toilets while the sandwich April had given him continued to disagree with him. The darn thing while tasty had been too greasy and heavy...too heavy, and on top of that he had been feeling gross all day which was why he had left the school building after he felt it was safe enough to leave the toilet. Realistically he knew he probably should have gone to the school nurse, but she wouldn't have been able to do much without a parent or guardians consent and that would have led to questions, phone calls, and eventually put him back in the system. And that was exactly what he didn't want, particularly since the last people he was placed with as part of the system he had been placed with "Them".
The derelict train car spun as he dropped his school bag before he turned and retched outside on the dead tracks, his body shaking as each heave threatened to drop him. When he felt he couldn't could eject anything else from his body, he closed the doors and crawled in gloom to his sleeping bag. He knew he had homework to do...but right now all he wanted to do was rest. Unrolling his sleeping bag he pulled off his shoes fell into a feverish sleep.

He didn't remember his parents. He remember their faces from pictures his grandmother has shown him, but he didn't remember them. Who they were...how their voices sounded. He just knew he had parents up until the age of three when his life became one part traffic accident and two parts tragedy. To this day he didn't how he had the good fortune or maybe not so good fortune of surviving. He just knew that his parents were gone and all he had left to remind him was a massive scar that was his souvenir from the accident that took his parents from him.
But from that point the only parental figures he had known were his paternal grandparents. They were a loving couple and the best people Donnie had ever known; his grandmother taught him how to appreciate reading and art, while his grandfather taught him the fascinating world nature and science. The two of them often going on outings to museums, the zoo, and occasionally camping trips…that is until his grandfather died of a heart attack.

It had happened when Donnie had been about to celebrate his ninth birthday. His grandfather had been talking about taking him out to see Yellow Stone camping out under the starts and really enjoying nature. Donnie was excited and eagerly babbling about seeing Old Faithful and the animals when his grandfather suddenly staggered grabbed his chest and fell. Donatello remembered screaming for his grandmother as everything seemed to blur together. His grandmother frantically rushing outside, people coming putting his grandfather in the back of an ambulance and driving away. He didn't understand what had just happened...and what was stranger was that when the EMTs left they didn't turn on their siren. Instead they drove off like they were casually going to take the scenic rout to the hospital.
He had turned to his grandmother to ask why they didn't use their siren. But any questions died on his lips as he saw his grandmother standing there...sobbing. In the days following the funeral his grandmother didn't know what to do with herself or how she was going to look after her young grandson. She didn't have any living relatives she could turn to for help, or any one who had space to look after the boy. She was living on a fixed income and could barely support herself let alone her grandson, she was going blind, deaf and she hardly drove her car or cooked anymore.
Wanting to be helpful, Donnie had learned how to prepare meals for the two of them. He assisted his grandmother's neighbors with tasks such as weeding the garden, mowing the lawn, and other chores. This added to his allowance so he could take care of his needs. Unfortunately even this didn't last and his grandmother did what he considered an ultimate betrayal. He understood why she did it and he knew it was a decision she had come to with some reluctance. But that didn't make him hurt any less.

They had been just sitting down to delivery pizza that the young boy had thought was a good idea for a meal one evening. Before he could take a bite of his first slice his grandmother told him there was something he needed to know first, she had come to a decision.
"I'm afraid we are going to need to say our goodbyes soon, I've decided that I'm going to move into a nursing home." She said.
"Did I do something bad?" The young boy asked.
"No, of course not…" His grandmother stated. "It's just that I'm old my child. I'm not able to take care of you any longer."
"You don't have to take care of me, Nana." Donnie protested. "I can look after myself and you too."
"Dear heart," His grandmother said as a tear glided down her wizened face. "You do much for me and I appreciate that. But there are tasks that need doing that I'm afraid you are far too young to handle. So I've contacted child welfare, some people are going to come from their office and take to where you can be a part of a new family."
"But I don't want a new family, Nana." Donnie answered. "I want to stay with you!"
"I'm sorry…" His grandmother said. Donnie suddenly didn't want the pizza anymore; it had lost any enjoyment it previously had. Tearfully he ran to his room and closed the door, the only sound out of him the rest of the night were the sounds of his cries and the growling of his stomach.

Two days later his clothes were packed up and two people from the children's welfare office came to take him away. The last thing his grandmother gave him was an envelope saying it was for emergencies only. When he refused to take it, she slipped it into an inner pocket of his backpack telling him it was there when he was ready.
If his grandmother could have seen into the future...perhaps she would have regretted coming to this decision, but looking back he wasn't entirely blameless himself.
It was over the next handful of years that he was shuttled from foster home to foster home. He forced himself not to get attached to any of his guardians or make friends with any other children there. The only explanation he could come up with for the tragedies in his life was that he was cursed. He brought misfortune and death to everyone who he cared about, that was why everyone he loved was eventually taken from him. So he would spare himself the trouble and pain and and just not have any attachments at all. This unfortunately was also was negatively reflected on his case record as well with his guardians calling him a problem child.
However if he felt death and misfortune came to those who loved him...then torment and suffering came from those who only wanted to abuse and control him. Because the final place the child welfare office had assigned him to was the worst because that was when he had been assigned to "Them".
It began normally enough, he had been assigned to widower business man named Oroku Saki. He was quickly introduced to his new guardian and his daughter Karai. Oroku Saki made a good show for the case worker about how he wanted Donatello to consider this his home from now on, and that both his daughter and himself could learn to become very good "friends." After the caseworker left he was shown his room and given a tour of the house. He noticed that Karai would look at anything but him whenever they were together. It was when her father had left so he can get settled into his new bedroom that she softly said "You shouldn't be here." It was later that first night that he understood what she meant as some guests came to the house all of them friends and associates of Oroku Saki. Donnie kept to his room not wanting to socialize.
"I hear you have new one." A man with thick accent said.
"Yes, a boy." Oroku Saki answered. "Though he has a face that is pretty enough to belong to a girl."
"So do you want us to train him tonight?" Another man with an oily Brazilian accent commented. "Or would you like him to have his first time with a woman before we have our fun? After all the pretty ones are desired by both men and women."
"Karai will give him a visit in a few minutes, I feel he should enjoy his first woman...before he is broken by his first man." Donnie could hear Oroku Saki say. His mind couldn't make sense of what that statement meant at least before Karai slipped into the room wearing nothing but a black silk robe.
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