Birthday

Disclaimer: Turtles aren't mine

Chapter one

A small figure sat on the cold floor watching a single flame flicker back and forth with the draft coming in under the door. He could hear his brothers laughing and eating in the kitchen. A single tear ran down his face, as he wrapped his arms around himself. More soon followed as he quietly began to sing, "happy…b-birthday…(sniff)… to m-m-me…happy… birth-birthday…(sob)…dear…(sniff)…d-d-donn-nie…

That Morning

"DONNIEDONNIEDONNIEDONNIEDONNIEDONNIE"

"What" Donnie asked as he tried to burry back under his blanket, trying to escape his little brother's wake-up call.

"Come on. Ya gotta get up. Don't cha remember what today is?" Mikey asked pulling on Don's blanket.

Donnie bolted up right at that. How could he forget today was his birthday. It wasn't every day a turtle turned seven years old.

"Let's go Mikey" Don said as he flew past his brother out the door, nearly colliding with another of his brothers.

"Careful Don"

"Sorry Leo" Don called over his shoulder as he raced by.

"What with him" Leo asked.

"He's just excited because…"

Don didn't hear anymore as he turned into the dojo. He quickly bowed and made his way across the floor.

"Good morning Master Splinter" He said.

"Good morning Donatello. You are early this morning." Splinter replied.

He simply smiled in return.

Soon Leo, Raph, and Mikey joined them and morning practice began. After an hour of practice, Splinter left his sons to meditation and went to prepare breakfast.

Donnie could hardly sit still. He was just so excited. He could already picture the breakfast Splinter was preparing for his son's birthday. Every birthday, Splinter prepared that son's favorite meal. He was so busy thinking about it, he didn't hear Splinter return and declared an end to the morning's training.

"Donatello" Splinter said, placing a hand on his son's shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Meditation is over my son."

"Oh, ok"

Splinter smiled as Donatello quickly left the dojo. He son had been unusually attentive during training.

"Kids" he mumbled as he followed his son to the kitchen

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