I am SSOOOO sorry! I've just been so interested in Twilight that I kinda took a vacation from TMNT but no need to fear, I will never, EVER, abandon any of my stories. They're like my babies :3

I don't want to get anyones hopes up with this chapter so I'm telling you right now that I will probably take at least a week to update my stories, possibly a few days depending on what kind of mood I'm in.

Now on with the shitty story!

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Leo jumped quickly from roof to roof, hoping to shake off his persuers but to no such luck. Sadly he was still recoverig from his week long cold and was still a bit drowsy from sleeping so much, slowing him down.

These definately weren't the Foot, though Leo was positive that they were well trained ninjas who could easily kill him in his current position. Leo jumped down a fire escape and ran in the shadows, having to duck behind a dumpster every now and then when the area wasn't dark enough. To his annoyance Leo still hadn't been able to get rid of his stockers, for he could see one of the burly men standing on the roof above him, looking down at him with crossed arms and a smug smirk.

The man gestured for the rest of the ninjas to come forward, which confused Leo greatly. Why weren't they attacking him, if they continued to be so slow then the blue masked turtle would get away for sure. As Leo pondered this he stepped out from behind the dumpster and backed away, gripping his katanas so hard his knuckles were white.

He didn't understand how this could have happened! One minute Leo was out on a run, keeping an eye on the time since he could only be out for an hour or face the wrath of his big brothers, and the next he had these ninjas chasing after him. He hadn't even seen them coming, and to Leo that was the worst part. He was supposed to be the vigil one, the one who always had his gaurd up and could sense danger a mile away. For some reason tonight was an exception.

Leo had to admit that these men made him anxious. They weren't like anything he'd seen before, they were far too fast than anyone, even a ninja master, could ever be. Heck, he saw one of them jump over a whole roof top and land right in the middle of the next one!

Who ever they were, they weren't normal, especially in looks. They all looked exactly alike, except for eye color. While every single one of them had short messy blood red hair, slim but muscular frames, and stood at about six feet tall, most of the men either had eerie pitch black eyes or frightening bright red eyes that could cause even the bravest of warriors to tremble.

Leo backed away as the swarm of identical men inched closer to him, all dawning cruel smirks on their white faces. His shell bumped against what he thought was the wall, only to be proved horribly wrong when arms circled around him, while others ripped his beloved swords away from him. How the shell did he not sense them! Leo growled and fought against his captor, "What the shell do you want?" Leo demanded, kicking and punching at the man pinning his arms to his sides.

As if in sinc the men all laughed and advanced on his faster, drawing their weapons, "Come now Leonardo, theres no need to be scared. The only thing you need to worry about is learning how to use those katanas without hands." One of the men sneered, making Leo struggle all the more. The man raised his tanto blade and brought it down, waiting for the gush of blood as his sword met the young turtle's flesh. Much to all of the mens' dissapointment it never came.

A shirasaya sword blocked the man's sword from causing Leo any harm, and although this was surprising, the most shocking thing to everyone was that a leafy green, three fingered hand gripped the protecting blade. Leo's wide eyes traveled up the muscular arm until he saw the terripan, clad in all the same pads and belt Leo wore only they were black. The one thing that stood out to Leo, though, was the dark blue mask that framed his protector's blue eyes.

"Leonardo." Leo breathed. This was his supposedly dead fourth older brother, the one that the dark masked turtles thought had ran away and died of hunger or sickness. Leonardo looked down at the younger turtle and flashed him a quick smile before turning back to the other ninjas before him, glaring at every single one of them, "Sorry to interupt, but I noticed you guys bullying this young man here and I'm afraid that I can't tolerate that." Leonardo tisked, and with a flick of his wrist sent the man's sword and the man himself flying across the ally.

To Leo's utter amazement that was all it took. Every single ninja that had been chasing him around all of New York for the past half hour ran away, clearing the ally in the blink of an eye. The man holding Leo dropped him and sprinted after the others with his tail between his legs.

Leo rubbed his arm where a small bruise was already forming and studied his 'older brother'. Leonardo was almost an exact replica of himself, only he wore black pads, belt, wrist bands, and sheathes; his mask was much darker than Leo's; and many more nasty looking scars littered his body. Leo couldn't help but flinch at an obviously still healing wound on his plastron that actually looked like it were infected.

"So, you're the famous Leo that I've heard my big brothers talking so much about." Leonardo grinned, rubbing Leo's head. Leo stared up at him in confusion, "Wait... what? How do you know about..? I mean... when did...?" Leo stuttered, his mind in overload. Leonardo was supposed to be either missing or dead in some other demension, so how did he know about Leo? "Ah shell, I need to sit down." Leo groaned, sinking to the ground and dropping his head in his hands. Leonardo chuckled and sat next to him, watching in amusement as Leo took deap breaths to calm himself.

The young turtle thought that he would be fine meeting another counterpart but for some reason this felt... different, from when Leo first met his older brothers. 'Maybe its because I grew up thinking that this guy was, oh, you know, DEAD.' Leo sighed. That had to be it, it was probably just shock.

Leo stood and smiled down at the older turtle, "Sorry about that, I guess I was just a little surprised to meet you since... well, uh-" "Since my big bros told you that I was probably dead?" Leonardo finished for him. Leo nodded, "Yeah. And if you know about me than that means that you know where your big brothers are. So ho come you haven't shown them that you're fine?"

Leonardo bit his lip and stood as well, knotting his hands behind his head, "Because I'm not aloud to." he said simply, frowning. Leo blinked in confusion. Again, "Come again? What the shell do you mean you're not aloud to asure your older brothers that you're alive and healthy?"

"I can't tell you that either. Not yet at least." Leonardo sighed miserably. He perked up after a minute, "But, you can bring them to me."

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"Leo where da shell are ya takin' us so late?" Rapheal yawned, rubbing his eyes in annoyance. Michelangelo agreed, "Yeah little dude, I love ya and everything but come on, waking us up at three in the morning? You know that you're gonna get a serious butt wooping if this is something stupid." he grunted, stretching.

Leo smiled and rolled his eyes, "Quit whining, you guys are supposed to be the adults." he chuckled, ducking under a falling wooden beams in the abandoned factory he had been instructed to bring his older brothers to, "Don't worry, its just around this corner-" or not. There was nothing but... well a dark little corner. The dark masked turtles all looked at Leo explectantly, clearly aggitated at being woken up just to be brought to the worlds smallest dusty room. Leo furrowed his brow and searched the tiny area for any openings that he might have missed, "But, he said it was right he- GAH!" As Leo leaned on one of the dusty walls, cranking echoed throughout the room, coming from behind the dusty walls.

The whole concrete wall rose up, stopping until the bottom reached Leo's stomach.

This was it.