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Raising A Tello - Year Five
It's far from unexpected to open Donnie's door and find a screen hidden under the covers after bedtime. Especially after Karai went behind their backs and gave him a tablet during their last Mutation Day. When cornered about it, she dismissed him with a casual, "He's a techie, Leo. Let him have his tech.".
While that is a legitimate observation, it’s not a real reason to offer unlimited tech to a child. Anything Don had was built from his own intelligence and resourcefulness. He'd made a laptop all on his own from books and broken parts. He'd earned the right to use it, and Splinter couldn't very well dictate a device that he'd spent hours crafting by hand.
This is a different story. Leo knew she had Yoshi pretty darn spoiled, but he's trying to teach Donnie the importance of good habits and proper eyesight- which involves not getting him attached to a device that he sneaks to bed every other night to play with under his blanket.
And maybe he would make a device of his own someday, but for now...
"Oh, Dee." He hums ominously as he draws the blanket from over his head, readying himself for a light scolding before he removes the tablet from his possession until they can have a real conversation at breakfast.
When he finds a look that's drenched in guilt as the pillow is roughly dragged down to cover the screen, Leo's big brother senses go on high alert.
"Leo!" He yanks off the earbuds that he must have borrowed from Mikey before Leo swipes the tablet, flicking open the password-free device. "Leo, wait, I-!"
It's a long list of files that seemed vaguely familiar, each one a jumble of letters and numbers.
Leo disconnects the wire, pressing one with a tense frown. He pales as a familiar face pops onto the screen; a voice that had faded from memory ringing brightly through the speakers.
"This is it. Today's the day." A long breath of relief is released as a bright smile reveals a gap. "Project Roboturtle's blueprints are finished and I'm going to start on the body. Thanks to Mikey's creative genius, I have a wide range of new ideas to add to this baby."
He glances at something on the tablet in front of him. "I... Think I'm going to take Leo's advice. Stick with the old AI code..." There's a pause as brown eyes sadden before he looks up. "Maybe I'll be able to do it again. It won't be him, but it can't hurt to try."
Leo stops the video with a shaky hand. An intelligent gaze brimming with life and loss stares back with the renewed inspiration that Leo had helped influence. He'd always felt bad for being part of the reason that they'd lost Metalhead, and when Don had nervously brought the suggestion up years later, Leo had jumped on it.
He helped whenever he could, eager to show all the support that he neglected previously.
Roboturtle lays unfinished in the lab.
"Donnie." He makes sure his voice is steady as he addresses the turtle with a bowed head. "What is this?"
That’s it!
Doing him a deep think
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“He’s all dressed!”
“It’s a fashion show! Not a-a costume party!”
“He looks like a mad scientist!”
“It’s the only thing he wanted to wear!”
“This is embarrassing…”
“There has to be something else…”
“Nope! And if you make him take it off now, you’ll break his tiny kid heart!”
“…”
“…”
“I can’t believe this.”
“Growl all you want, you know you love- OW!”
“…Costume it is, then.”
“I don’t have to win, but I’d like to!”
“Vote for Raising A Tello!”
“Manners…”
“Please!”
[text transcript: “Hey! My brothers and I aren’t in the competition, but we brought some (totally-not-enchanted) donuts, if you guys wanted any..?”]
The I Hate Fairytales boys weren’t made early enough to have been submitted, but Raph is here to hand out some snacks!
(Don’t worry about the donuts, they’ll just give you some weird freaking dreams ;p )
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“So those are totally cursed.” Raph stated simply once their visitor had walked away. The three of them had politely refused- or in Raph’s case, stared him down until he gave up trying to hand him one- the offerings, but Mikey did not get the memo, hugging the donut to his chest protectively. “Oh, come on! They’re not even running! They’re just some nice dudes with some delish looking donuts! Look at this!”
Mikey brandished the donut as Leo slipped a jean jacket over Donnie’s shoulders. The five-year-old gave Mikey the same deadpan that Raph wore and decided, “When Mikey dies, I get his phone.”
“Still not old enough for phones.”
“Aw.”
Leo lowered his hands. “How’s this?”
Donnie adjusted the fabric uncomfortably. “Scratchy.”
“That’s how it’s supposed to feel.” Leo assured. “Come on, Dee. Don’t you wanna match Raph?”
Raph slipped a thumb into the pocket on his baggy pants, bright red singlet complimented by a large jean jacket and pair of shades in its pocket. He winked and shot a finger gun at his younger brother, clicking out the side of his mouth, before turning his attention to the brother dressed in a striped orange-and-white sweatshirt and jeans, orange sneakers plastered to the floor as he resisted the urge to feast on the likely high enchanted snack.
Donnie considered it. “No.”
“Do you want a shirt underneath?” Leo tried half-heartedly.
“Too many layers.” Donnie shrugged the jacket off and Leo sighed, “You’re not giving us much to work with here.”
“Layers feels weird. And that’s just two things.” Donnie argued with a pout. Leo raised an eye ridge. “No tight pants, no baggy pants, no shorts, no jeans, no jeans jackets, no long sleeve shirts, no polos, no skirts, no ties, no sweaters, no suits- you’ll do t-shirts, but nothing with pictures or memes you don’t understand, or bright colors unless it’s purple, and we have a basically one chance to wear shoes in our size, but all of those are weird or tight.”
“Cut the kid a break, Leo.” Raph chided as he held Mikey’s hand behind his back, earning a pained squawk. “He’s never worn clothes before. You know how he is with different stuff.”
“Routine is fine, but it’s a fashion show.” Leo stood up to the toss the jacket in the large no pile.
Raph released Mikey. “All I’m saying is, he has one of his fits and you can explain to everyone why he’s whining to the high heavens.”
“I don’t get that loud!” Donnie sputtered, his face bright red. “I just get stressed a bit.”
Raph was about to respond when he realized Mikey had swiped the donut back and was shoving it into his mouth. His eyes widened in horror, which was quickly replaced with murderous fury. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ATE THAT!”
With a scream muffled by donut, Mikey took off in a sprint. Raph was not long behind, screaming insults and for him to spit it out.
Leo sat on the floor, looking through their limited options. After a awkward moment of fiddling with his hands, Donnie sat down next to him, bowing his head guiltily. “Sorry I’m difficult.”
“Sorry enough to change your mind?”
Donnie’s face crinkled and Leo chuckled lightly, scooping an arm around his shoulders. “That’s alright. I’m sure we’ll find something you like.”
Donnie smiled and reached for a fedora. “I like hats.”
“And while I’m sure you can pull it off, you can’t exactly expect to beat the competition with just a fedora.”
Donnie adjusted the fedora over his head, throwing his head to the side and running to fingers over the brim. “Watch me.”
Leo laughed and knocked the fedora over his eyes, earning bubbling giggles from his younger brother. Pulling the fedora from his head and into his lap, he suddenly asked, “Hey, what are you gonna wear?”
“Me?” Leo teased in mock thought. “Oh, I dunno. Think there’s a space heroes cosplay around here?”
“I can find one!” Donnie scrambled upright and took off like a shot.
Leo hopped to his feet and considered calling him back, taking in the new excitement in his stance and shaking his head. With a fond smile, he trailed after him, absently hoping that their brothers would be able to find their way back.
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(“These” sounds like more than one cup, so- box of them)
He’s a little shy, but very grateful!
Despite barely being able to voice a stammered “Th-thank you” and dashing back to their sides at the first opportunity that presented itself, they couldn’t get Donnie to shut up after he returned.
“She’s the nicest turtle girl I’ve ever met!”
“She’s the only turtle girl you’ve ever met.” Raph chided as he took the box, letting Mikey rummage through it. Donnie was not to be deterred. “Which makes her the nicest!”
“Do we drink it?” Mikey asked eagerly. Raph rolled his eyes. “It’s some kind of competition. Do you wanna get poisoned?”
“Awe.” Mikey set it back down as Donnie argued, “No, she’s too nice for that! She would never ever poison anyone! Wasn’t she nice, Leo?”
“Yeah. Nice.” Leo muttered absently as he searched the crowd for the missing child, his mind on the devices on her neck and ankle. He wondered if the person responsible for putting them there is nearby.
He slowly collected his younger brother into his arms, tearing his gaze from the crowd. “Let’s… Let’s just focus on the fashion show.”
“Alright.” Donnie consented with a subtle disappointment as Mikey chimed in, “Oh, I found the perfect thing!”
Leo and Raph exchanged a silent look, sharing in a mutual agreement to keep a closer eye on their youngest brother. They didn’t know who was out there and they didn’t want to find out.
“Come on.” Leo brought a smile to his face. “Let’s go see what getup Mikey dug up this time.”
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Fashion what-now?
It's not every day that they find themselves plucked from one reality to be literally dropped into another, but if Leo had a nickle for every time that he's appeared in the air of unfamiliar territory while mid-kata, he'd have two nickles.
Which isn't a lot. But if it were anyone else, it would be weird that this happened twice.
He has a pamphlet in his hand for a reason that he can only guess, bold letters of TMNT AU SUMMIT with (2.0) in smaller font underneath. He stands from the crouch he'd landed in, a bit unsteady, and then checks on his brothers. "Everyone here?"
"Yep." Raph is right across from him, lying on his plastron and looking slightly green. The last time that the eldest had seen him, their hothead was using the punching bag, so the fact he seems to have thrown himself forward brings an amused smirk to his face. He always did put too much force on that poor bag…
Donnie's bracing himself on his carapace, peeking behind Leo with wide-eyed stare. He doesn't say anything, but the five-year-old is the only one not used to interdimensional travel, so he gives him a moment to process the tingles still lingering in their bones.
That will never not be weird.
"Here." Mikey groans as he rubs his head.
Leo worries for a moment, but then he opens his mouth, and the leader understands that his misery is not from a head wound. "I got pizzas in the oven, dudes. They're gonna buuuurn."
"Not much we can do." Leo admits sympathetically.
"Where are we?" Raph grumbles as he sits up. Donnie scrambles to allow him room, but Raph latches onto him, pulling him under his arm and looking around blearily.
Their youngest brother leans into his side, relaxing enough to whisper, "Leo?"
"Everything's okay, Dee." He reassures instinctively, opening the paper and looking inside curiously. All he finds are bold words proclaiming, Round One: Fashion Show!
Huh?
"Leo." Raph's voice takes on a hard edge.
He looks up. Donnie points behind him.
Leo looks over his shoulder and realizes what's spiked their anxiety, stepping closer to his brothers when he spots the large crowd of-
Holy Chaulpa…
When the other-dimension Donatello said that there were multiple dimensions of hundreds of different versions of them, he never actually assumed that they’d be this many.
There some chatting or holding up outfits, and others standing or sitting in their groups, looking as uncertain as Leo feels. All around, there are racks upon racks of clothing, and a massive banner in every corner of the room, written with the same words on his pamphlet.
Fashion show…?
He steps back, suspicious and tense, trying to figure out whose crazy idea of a joke this is. Donnie continues scanning the crowd. Raph tightens his grip. Mikey opens his eyes and sits up at the sudden silence, surveying the room.
His eyes shine with interest, pizzas all but forgotten. "Woah! Where are we?”
Leo glances at the pamphlet and then back to the room warily. "That's... An excellent question."
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There’s just something about babies and Leo’s mask tails…
It’s colder down in the sewers than on the surface and Donnie’s body is no longer understands how to manage its cold blooded/hot blooded mutant temperatures anymore.
With his inability to stop sticking things in his mouth and a distinct lack of human clothing that fits properly over a shell in mind, they keep him wrapped in a fluffy blanket whenever he gets too cool, hoping to prevent his small self from getting sick.
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Raising A Tello - Year Four
He's four years old and understands death.
Raph hated a lot of things about the world they lived in, but that's definitely one of his top ten. Somewhere under they aren't supposed to exist and he doesn't even remember how awesome the guy they're mourning was.
Donnie still didn’t know him, but to a point, he seemed to understand why Splinter hadn’t come home. Mind filled with stories and pictures, he’d studied the grave like it was a puzzle that he had yet to solve. Emotions had gotten hard to swallow for all of them when he’d patted the ground in front of it and whispered a genuine, “Hi, daddy.”
Donnie didn’t spend much time around the grave as he did with them. It was grounding to have him there, fiddling with something by their side as they tell Splinter about how things are going back in New York. At least, that’s what Raph did.
He didn’t really know what Mikey and Leo did during their mostly private moments.
Donnie was a good listener, but he was also four, and it was far past his bedtime.
So here they were. He'd curled up in Raph's lap with his cheek pressed against the larger plastron, body slumped into a steady hold that wouldn't let him go, even if another Creep burst out of the forest and tried to rip them apart. Donnie was sound asleep, paying the price for forgoing today's nap and bedtime because schedules and plans didn't work well during the week up here, and no one thought to tuck him in.
Raph couldn't remember when Donnie ended up outside, resting peacefully in his lap as they sit next to the grave of the father that raised them both at a time that felt like eons ago.
One moment Raph was alone, and the next he had a small body seeking his heat.
He brushed a hand over scutes only scratched by minor accidents and silly child-genius mistakes, and the tension in his muscles relaxed, unseen tears trekking their way down. He bowed his head to lean his chin against the side of Donnie's skull, wondering why it was fair that Donnie would never get a chance to know him.
Nothing in their lives ever truly played fair, but this was the least fair of all.
They'd made a mistake, not telling him nearly enough about their father because of his age and how much it hurt. It was selfish, but they felt like they had time, and the questions came up too fast, much faster than they were prepared for.
He and Leo had gone to take a breather without double-checking that the other was going to stay with Donnie, and the little tike was left alone to assume that he'd upset them to the point of sudden abandonment.
It wasn't fair, but they were fixing that. They were fixing their mistakes.
"Maybe..." Raph looked up, the moon beaming gentle rays through the tree leaves and onto the tombstone. "Maybe he can't meet you, Master Splinter, but he'll know you. I promise; we'll make sure he knows you."
The tree leaves rustle, even though the cool night held no wind.
Emerald eyes harden beneath the heartbroken sheen.
"He'll know you."
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Raising A Tello - Year Three
There was a time when Mikey never knew what it was like to have someone who listened eagerly to his every story, or trusted his word like it was law.
And yet, when Donnie was cuddled in his lap requesting a 'night-night 'venture' or bursting into tears when he thought Mikey was upset with him, he found it hard to remember the time before he was the big brother.
Donnie learned to walk before he found really found his voice, and even now that it was found and his speech was immaculate, he was always more than happy to let Mikey do all the talking. Raph insisted that once Donnie felt he knew everything, then they'd have a hard time shutting him up.
None of them doubted it.
Mikey can’t name the exact moment that he became the smart brother, but he guessed it was the moment Donnie forgot everything he knew. Leo was smart in ninja ways and Raph had his street smarts, but Mikey was smart in only the way that the previously youngest brother could be.
He knew what it felt like to be confused by the smallest curiosities, to feel left out, or like there couldn't be as much bad in the world as everyone said. He knew what it was like to be pushed to the side, or looked down on for childish interests that others had outgrown.
He never wanted Donnie to know what that was like.
So every question and and request was answered to the very best of his ability. Every fairytale book was read, every block-town civilization was built, and every imagination world was explored, complete with costumes, superpowers, giggles, and funny looks from their brothers.
The brothers knew exactly how to handle Donnie because they’d grown up together. They had rough estimates of how things happened, but if they followed them, then Donnie would grow up like before. It was so simple.
Then something flipped.
Donnie no longer wanted the blocks that he adored until he was almost five; he wanted to decorate his walls with messy sketches of impossible creations. He didn’t want to be read storybooks about heros and villains like he gushed over until he was twelve; he wanted to know how subways and cars worked. He didn’t want to create somewhere fake like they all did for their entire childhood; he wanted to study what was real.
He wasn’t much for watching their kiddie shows, but he was always happy to take advantage of his pitiful brown eyes and talk his way into one of their laps, cuddling close to a lucky brother and studying the less kid-friendly, but still very child-safe show that they strategically put in when he was around.
He requested books about hockey. He carried his teddy the way that Karai and April held Yoshi. He mimicked Leo in the dojo. He memorized tool names so Raph would let him ‘help’ with repairs. He mixed batter and decorated pizzas with Mikey the kitchen.
Donnie was still Donnie, but also not. Donnie was so small, but he wanted to do everything they could. It was like some part of Donnie knew that he wasn’t supposed to be that little, like he knew he should be grown up right along with the three.
Leo and Raph gave Mikey tired looks when he said as much. So maybe not.
They all knew Donnie got confused sometimes, about his place and his origin, and they always did their best to explain, but telling a three-year-old that he used to be an adult and evil alien’s science goo turned him into a kid isn't exactly the easiest thing for even a genius toddler to wrap his head around.
The only thing that never seemed to change was the stories.
Raising A Tello - Year Two
April used to be annoyed with being put on toddler assignment, as if being the only female of the group made her the first pick to watch Donnie when danger emerged and ninja duty called. She was the go-to babysitter every time- not that she minded the show of trust that Leo portrayed by looking to her when there were limited options, but something about it still rubbed her wrong.
Then she had what some might call a revelation.
April had years of ninja skills under her belt, but even the brothers couldn't have dodged this avalanche of metal and concrete. And now, her hands outstretched and a terrified tot hugging her crouched form, her power alone being the only thing keeping the area of apartment from crashing down on them- she was beginning to wonder if there was more to it than just being female.
Maybe Leo was right when he said she was the best for the job.
A scrape of metal from the outside, and a whimper from the small form under her protection, obediently keeping his head down and eyes shut like as she asked- and she couldn't even comfort him, hoping to preserve the air that they had left in this bubble of pure energy.
And then there was an opening, and she let a small door flicker out, encouraging Donnie to rush through it and into the arms of his brother. Casey shouted her name afterward, and she took a deep inhale, letting her power slip through her fingers and charging to the safety of his arms.
Everything crashed down behind her, clouds of who-knew-what spreading in their wake, and Casey dragged her back further, clutching her like a lifeline. And maybe she's clutching him back just as tightly, unable to get out the terror clogging her lungs.
"I've got you, Red."
She wanted to make a remark, a "You better" on the tip of her tongue, but April didn't realize how exhausted she was until the weight of everything wasn't all on her anymore, and she couldn't even stand. Casey led her to the ground as she panted and shook, looking up at what was left of the crappy college apartment, and to the side as all three brothers closed themselves around the crying but untouched Donatello, beaten and bruised but still standing.
Another crisis and everyone was still alive and accounted for.
Once the brothers were done squeezing the living daylights out of the possibly traumatized toddler, brown eyes darted about in search of something, and then they landed on her. They watered and he trembled, so April held out a hand and beckoned, encouraging the little one back into her arms.
"'Pril!"
Donnie didn't hesitate to comply- he rarely did- and she hugged him properly this time, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You did so good, Dee."
He only clutched her tighter, small hands curling into her jacket like before, and she looked up with watery eyes, smiling at the relief in those that looked back.
Mikey helped Raph to his feet, a nasty cut along the hothead's leg, and Leo knelt, setting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing. "Thanks, April."
"No problem." She muttered. "I was just the best for the job."
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Raising A Tello - Year One
Another squeal from the main room and Leo slammed down the stirring spoon. Striding to the curtain and peeking out, he snapped, "Raph! What did I just say?!"
"Something bossy?" Raph questioned as he caught the falling turtle.
Without missing a beat, he tossed him back into the air. Face flush with laughter, Donnie squealed and flailed in the air, and Leo felt his heart attempt to jump from his plastron as Donnie fell upside down, only for the hothead to catch him.
Becoming nineteen had done nothing to remove the shrill note of fear from his voice. "You're going to drop him!"
"I am not." Raph scoffed as he turned Donnie over. "And he loves it, don't you, Donnie?"
Not yet having pronounced any intelligible words, Donnie only giggled, looking up at his older brother with shining eyes. Leo wished that the two could find ways to bond that didn't involve potential injury. "Can't you just watch tv or something?"
"Nah." Looking the leader dead in the eyes, Raph tossed Donnie in the air. Leo hurried forward when Donnie tilted off course, but the hothead moved to catch him without tearing his gaze from the leader.
Leo lowered his hands anxiously, inwardly swearing that watching them was more terrifying than Shredder used to be. "Be careful!"
"Awe, would you look at that? Momma Leo doesn't trust me." Raph mocked with a smug grin as he relaxed the one-year-old into a cradled hold. "Haven't killed him yet, have I?"
"Yet being the concerning factor here!" Leo snapped before adding, "And I told you to stop calling me that!"
Raph's grin widened. "What? Momma Leo?"
"Yes!"
"Why? Would Sensei Momma Leo be better?"
"No!"
"So I shouldn't call you Sensei."
"Ye- No!" Leo pinched between his eyes. "I am his brother! You keep calling me momma and he's going to get the wrong idea!"
"He's a baby." Raph deadpanned. "I doubt he even knows what a mom IS."
"I am trying to make soup." Leo expressed almost pleadingly, "I cannot do this with you right now."
"Great." Raph acknowledged. "So don't."
He proceeded to turn away, and the moment that Donnie left his hands, Leo bolted from his spot, using the couch for momentum as he snatched the small turt from the air. He landed smoothly, fragile form safely tucked away in his arms, and turned to glare at his immediate younger brother.
Raph's grin had returned. "Momma Leo."
"I am not-!"
"Dudes. What's with all the yelling?" Mikey questioned as he came out into the bedroom hallway, an earbud still in.
Leo had an entire rant and lecture planned, hoping to get their second youngest on his side to put a stop to the recklessness when he was interrupted. But not by either adult brothers.
"Momma!"
Leo looked down at beaming turt, mouth agape. "Did you just-"
"Momma!"
Raph burst into a fit of laughter that sent him keeling over on the floor and Mikey followed his lead the minute that the word sunk in. Leo looked between the two of them, the joy at Donnie's first word and the horror of what it was fighting an intense war that left him stuck.
"Momma?"
Leo's eyes twitched as his hysterical brothers paused to stare at him eagerly.
"...Momma?"
The already timid voice quieted and Leo looked down helplessly, "Yeah, Dee?"
Donnie made grabby hands at him, the sigh for getting picked up, and considering he was already in his arms, it wasn't hard to guess what he was hoping for.
Raph and Mikey completely broke. Leo stomped over to Raph, dropping the turt on his plastron and leaving the main room with the frustrated proclamation of, "I AM NOT ANYONE'S MOM!"
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Raising a Tello (A03 Link)
After the events of “A Big Blowout”, the turtles agree to assist Bishop in cleansing the city of what’s left of Kraang chemicals and tech before any unsuspecting humans can stumble upon it. Along the way, they come upon a hidden base that isn’t as empty as it should have been, and obviously, battle ensues.
Other than Donnie getting knocked into a table of the Kraangs’ latest experiment, it goes without incident, and the brothers return to the lair, mission successful! Eager to examine his alien prizes before handing them over to the Utrom, Donnie disappears into his lab, and his brothers head to bed. Everything is normal…
…Until it isn’t.
Screams awaken the lair, and frantic brothers follow them, horrified to find an infant Donatello sobbing his heart out on the lab floor.
Several hours later, Bishop reports that they might be able to reverse the change, but there will be no way to return the lost memories. And so, the brothers are faced with a tough choice.
Introduce a stranger, or raise a brother.
Well…
How hard could child care really be?
Big Brother Brooding
Time for some experimenting with MW drawings!! Trying to bring these boys some life! This photo is from M7Craft’s POV of BB.
Disclaimer:
MW AU belongs to ImagionationStation
The Drawing is by M7Craft
The Story Clip is by ImagionationStation
He never gets tired of the crisp New York air.
The mix of scents that belong equally to the mutants and the wind are refreshing, freeing in their own way, especially when compared to the stale apartment current. That’s stifling in ways that he can’t describe, and he constantly feels trapped, despite the Hamatos insistence that he is free to leave at any time.
He’s trapped, because Little Brother has grown fond of the safety of the apartment and the company the mutants provide. With every passing minute, Little Brother steps a little further out of his reach, and into the cunning grasp of their hosts. He’s always trusted his gut, and the very thought has it churning, volcanic with the familiar urge to hide and protect what was his.
Big Brother knows mutants. He’s seen what they’re capable of. He knows how they lie and cheat, using one another for personal gain.
Little Brother is not at fault. Big Brother had begun to fall into their ploy as well, lowering inner walls simply because of kind words and earnest actions. The Hamatos might act different then most mutants, but they’re still mutant.
He can’t trust them, not while they’re stealing away his brother, denying them the protection of the underground, and keeping them on the surface. Anything could happen up here.
It’s dangerous, but Little Brother listens to his urgings less and less, hesitating under the influence of the mutants. Raphael is all about defiance. Michael is too eager to make trouble.
Little Brother has never questioned his word; not as he does now.
He can’t let this stand. Big Brother has to get him out of there before they corrupt his Little Brother any further. Before they take what isn’t theirs and severe a connection that Big Brother can’t live without. He can’t lose him. He won’t lose him.
He needs to get them out before it’s too late.
