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Worth Nothing	By : Venka Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1462 -:- 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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This is my first attempt at a Yaoi AU. Feed back appreciated.
I don't own the Ninja Turtles in any form.
Donnie stretched as he sat up that morning, coughing as he breathed in some of the dusty motes that permeated his subterranean hovel. Slipping out of his sleeping bag he got dressed by putting on some white colored spandex leggings over which he put on a ratty pair of jeans, and a tattered purple shirt.
Glancing at himself in a broken mirror he had found at the local dump he noted that his scruffy mouse brown hair had grown rather long in the past three months. He debated getting his hair cut professionally. Unfortunately his wallet told him that doing so was not an option. Not unless he wanted to peddle his body out to anyone who was willing to pay him for his services. He didn't want to have to this that was a life he had been running from for the past year. It felt almost ironic that was something he'd occasionally have to turn to, just to survive. But he was determined to leave it all behind him, no matter what it took.
With a shrug, he braided the worst of his hair, letting the braid hang down one shoulder. Packed up his school bag he left the derelict subway car he had made into his home rushed up to the surface. Moving aside a plywood board he glanced around to make sure no one saw him. One of the last things he needed was the authorities on his case about being a squatter, nor did he want time in juvi to be on his permanent record. While jail would be somewhat better than the streets, the streets were better than being in the foster care system. The world didn't understand or care and he doubted any one ever would. The only way he could escape his life was if he could better it and one start was attending the local community high school.

"Hey guys, did you check out the latest Chris Bradford movie?" A blue eyed kid dressed in an orange shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans rushed up to two other boy's of the same age!"
The boy was short for his age making him look more like he was twelve (the freckles dusting his face didn't help with that either), with hair the color of white gold. His hair cut into a style that was long in front, but much shorter in the back with the exception of a short pony tail. The boys companions however couldn't have been more mismatched. The elder of the two had shoulder length black hair and athletic build and dressed in preppy style in a pair of pressed black slacks, and blue turtle neck. The second boy however looked more like he belonged with the "Purple Dragon's". He was dressed in a pair of black jeans with a red sleeveless muscle shirt and a golden tan hooded sweatshirt, each hand sporting black fingerless biker gloves. His long wild fiery orange mane tied up in a ponytail while a cold stoniness resided in his green eyes.
"Yes Mikey," The Preppy one said. "We saw it yesterday… And last week when it came out."
"Yeah, wasn't it great!" The freckled one said. "I wish he taught at our school; he and I have so much in common. I'm a martial artist, he's a martial artist, it's a friendship made by destiny."
"Great isn't exactly how I would describe that film…though it is better than that hokey Space Hero's movie that I had to suffer through last month." The fiery one said. "And I highly doubt Chris Bradford would ever want to be your friend even if he did take up a job at this dump of a school. I don't even want to be friends with you and I'm an unfortunate relation."
"Hey I'm a cool guy." Freckles retaliated. "I'm sure Rad Brad would be happy to friends with me, he's already friends with me on myface and he lets me follow him on Snaptweet, and Instagadge. I'd bet you a week worth of Murakami's Pizza Gyoza that anyone would want to be my friend."
"Alright then," The fiery one scoffed and eyed the high school foyer, trying to see someone who would be a worthy challenge. His hard green eyes landing on a lone boy with longish, scruffy, mouse-brown hair who was walking into the school building. The boy was dressed in a tattered purple hooded sweatshirt and ragged jeans. He noticed the unknown made no eye contact with any one as he walked, keeping his face turned to the floor.
"Make friends with that guy." The firey haired boy said.
"Watch and see." Freckles answered and followed the other boy.
With the exception of a few people scattered throughout the hall way, there was no one else aside from the brown haired boy. Mikey casually observed as the boy stopped at one of the lockers. Looking at a slip of paper he had in his hand the boy confirmed this locker was his and began to try and open it with some difficulty.
~Time for Dr. Mike-enstine to do a little friendly maintenance. ~ Mikey smirked as he approached.

Donnie rattled the latch to the locker, he was certain he had put the combination in correctly. Resetting the tumblers he tried again hearing a satisfying click with each rotation only for the latch to refuse to lift.
"Allow me." A voice said before a blond haired kid stepped in front of him, cracked his knuckles, he banged twice on the metal locker door, then lifting up the latch to allow it to swing open with ease.
"Um…thanks." The brown haired boy answered not really certain about the blond boy that just helped him.
"Hey, it's what I do." The boy answered with an impish grin. "School lockers tend to be temperamental, so I just needed use a little my awesome mike-tastic magic. The name's Michelangelo-Mikey to my friends-what's yours?"
"Don….Donatello." The brown haired boy responded.
"Wow, great to meet ya Donnie." Mikey beamed. "I think I'm going to have fun, having you for a friend."
~When did I say anything about us being friends?~ Donatello thought as Mikey continued to grin at him like a puppy awaiting a treat.
"So what's your first class today?" Mikey asked. The brown haired boy glanced at the scantron print out a moment.
"Let see I have English Lit in about ten minutes." Donnie answered.
"Awesome," Mikey animatedly answered. "My friend Leo is in that class. I know you'd like him. And if you have gym this afternoon, then you'd probably see my cousin Raph. Don't let his mean look fool you, he's actually a nice guy much of the time."
"Um…thanks…" Donatello said as he traveled off to class. "I'll look out for them."

"Mind if I sit here?" Leonardo asked the brown haired boy.
"Sure." Donnie said feeling self-conscious as the elegant creature took the seat beside him. The dark haired blue eyed boy looked like something he'd never be, with his torn clothes and scrawny form. He looked like something that crawled out from under a rock.
"Okay everyone, when I call your name please stand up and introduce yourselves." Mr. Tambornino instructed as he entered the room. Donatello continued to sit quietly not paying any attention to anyone. He wasn't one of them, he was worthless…these kids had homes, families, people who cared. The elegant looking boy stood up when the name Leonardo was called.
"I'm Leonardo," The boy answered proudly. "My father is the head instructor at the Hamato Dojo. My hobbies include fencing, drawing, and nature appreciation." A few students snickered or whispered to one another as Leo sat down.
"Moving on…Donatello..." Mr. Tambornino said. He looked up when no one stood up. "Donatello?" Donatello slowly got to his feet, he felt like he stood naked before the room, all eyes staring at him.
"I'm Donatello." The boy answered in hardly more than a whisper.
"Speak up, young man." Mr. Tambornino said.
"I'm…Donatello." Donnie said louder and sat down once again.
"And is that all you have to say?" Mr. Tambornino asked raising an eye brow. "Surely there is something special you wish to share with the class?"
"Yeah, like where you get your crappy clothes from." One student rudely said earning a few laughs.
"Or why your teeth make you look like you fell off the turnip truck." Said someone else.
"Or why you look like you are in need of a haircut." Another student said. Leo however becoming incensed by the cruel commentary.
"I'm afraid there isn't." Donnie answered looking down.
"Alright…" Mr. Tambornino answered as he jotted down a note and continued to take role. Donnie, didn't know what the teacher had written, but it didn't take many guesses for him to know it was something along the lines of "problematic."

When class was over Donnie made sure he was the last one to leave the room. He was going to have to endure the same treatment in every one of his classes, but he didn't want to have to deal with that in the halls of the school. As he exited the class room he saw Leo standing close to the door as if waiting for him.
"Are you alright?" Leo asked as he approached. Donnie was taken aback by this. Did he just hear this person ask if he was alright? He didn't want to believe it; it had to be a trick.
"I'm fine." Donnie tersely answered. ~Don't get attached. Attachments only make things worse.~
"I hope so." Leo answered. "I can't stand it when people are rude to others like that." Donnie blinked in surprise at this comment, but said nothing in response.
"What class do you have next?"
"Math." Donnie answered "Followed by World History"
"Ah so we will be in the same class again." Leo smiled. Donnie inwardly groaned, it wasn't that he didn't like being in the same class with Leo. It's just that the dark haired boy looked too perfect, everything about him was perfect. The beautiful creature that walked the halls beside him was everything he was not.
"I guess I'll see you during history." Leo stopped in front of the art room.
"I guess." Donnie answered, before walking off. Leo watched the scrawny brown haired boy with some concern. Never before had he met someone so guarded and at the same time so vulnerable. The boy carried himself as though he was fragile, but at the same time there was an air that made him seem as though he was worth nothing.
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