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He was in an unknown battlefield where the warriors who fought were black silhouettes, faceless and anonymous. Yet the blood they spilled was truly crimson and their weapons flashed silver with every killing stroke made, with every death blow brought down. The strident clash of blades and the war cries of valiant pugilists filled his ears, the language they hollered all but an unintelligible garble.

Why was he here? Was this some kind of premonition?

"HELP!"

The voice spoke English, but was more cherished for its familiarity. He ran as fast as his feet would carry him, nimbly dodging and avoiding attacks he knew were not meant for him.

"SOMEONE PLEASE!"

Faster! Faster! He knew who the voice's owner is, adored for the laughter he would always bring. What pushed him further onward was the absence of another beloved's voice. He spotted green at the far corner of his sight and rapidly turned to it, only to gasp in both surprise and horror.

Before him were his two sons who had been missing for more than three years already. Their bandanna masks weren't on their usual places around their eyes, but he didn't need those lengths of colored cloth to determine one son from the other. The turtle who had cried out is his youngest, the bringer of smiles in the family. And the brother in his arms who lay broken, bleeding and deathly still is the son treasured for his surefire intelligence and kind heart.

"No…not Donnie…no…please…" Michelangelo wept wretchedly as he brought Donatello's unresponsive hand to his cheek. "You have to wake up, Donnie! Don't leave me alone! Who's gonna keep me company when my nightmares get the better of me? Who's gonna hug me and tell me that everything will be all right?"

The watcher took a shaky step forward, close enough to see the extent of Donatello's injuries. The genius turtle had lost too much blood that his once olive green skin was a cross between pale green and grey. His carapace and plastron had been chipped and cracked in several places, vital fluid crimson seeping through the unnatural chinks. In the place of his doe brown eyes, once burning with youth and knowledge, was a bloody mess of lengthy scratches and gashes, violating and tainting his gentle features.

"Don't die, bro! Please don't leave me! I love you too much to just let you go!"

With a sob, Michelangelo hugged his brother's battered and limp body close.

"Someone…anyone…please help…help Donnie…"

He threw his head back to shout at the sky.

"MASTER SPLINTER!"

"!"

Splinter bolted upright from his futon with a yelp, sweat glistening among the follicles of his grey fur. That vision…his two sons…Donatello…

Fear had him in its gnarled clutches and he looked up to see the only source of light in his quarters. Four candles, all of different heights, stood tall on their golden stands. Each of these sticks of wax represented one of the four joys in his life, colored differently to signify one son from the other. The old rat had always felt security whenever he would lay his sharp eyes on them and for the past three years, hope when he found the candles of his absent sons still aflame. But this time, all he felt was dread and abyss-deep sorrow.

For the purple candle had been snuffed out by the unambiguous frigid wind of Death.

A/N

Hey hey hey! Dia here! While overcoming Writer's Block in Good Ol' Days, this idea just suddenly burst in my mind. I'm a big fan of the anime Nurarihyon No Mago so yeah, this baby's slightly based on it. This takes place seventeen years in the future in the TMNT 2003-2009 Universe, the very one I've been watching when I was a kid. Don't get me wrong! This ain't a crossover with Nurarihyon No Mago.

This time, the Author's Note will appear once every update and I really won't define the Japanese terms I use. Don't worry though! They'll be familiar and the yokai - Japanese spirit monsters - I will include in this story will be described as the plot goes. Also, this story is just something to pass the time for me. I might delete or update it depending on your reviews.

Anyways, on with the show!