Interlude II

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April fought with all her might to stay in the den that night, even though she had an important exam the next day.

"The exam is not as important as meeting Angelo's brother" she defended herself every time one of the brothers or the sensei himself sent her home "I can say that I am sick and I will do it later" she continued arguing even though she was barely maintaining open eyes

And don't get her wrong, she loved all her turtle friends and became extremely fond of Lou, well Angelo, as she got to know him, coming to consider him an older brother where the other turtles were chaotic younger brothers. And now she had the chance to meet Angelo's older brother.

The fact that he was so damn attractive had nothing to do with it.
Jones was in the same boat, Raphael told him, in broad strokes, what the older Donatello did against three groups of enemies, how he was fast, lethal and accurate in each attack and how, in the last one, he surrendered, with total naturalness, a weapon with which to finish off what was left. It's true that he wasn't lethal, but that didn't take away from his genius.

I had to meet him.

The oldest Mikey, who everyone agreed to call Angelo, did not leave his brother's side and that was very understandable. The others, exhausted as they were, enjoyed in silence the soup that the eldest prepared and glanced at each other, Donatello upset that his two brothers had hidden things from him, Leonardo divided between the pride of having discovered something before his genius brother. and the concern for the sinister smile that Raphael gave to Casey and the older Donatello, a smile that did not bode well, Raphael taking too much pleasure in Leo's paranoia, in Donnie's confusion and annoyance although both things disappeared when the resident genius looked with deep admiration for his older counterpart. Even to the detriment of the girl he "liked" who was ignored without consideration by his staunchest admirer.

— Less than a week since I woke up in this simple place and I couldn't believe how much I missed your food, Angelo — a large three-fingered hand pats his little brother on the head a couple of times and he squeaks happily at the gesture. , which attracts the attention of everyone present. Although Angelo made some animal sounds before, they were always growls or hisses, but nothing that expressed happiness on that level. The surprise was greater when the oldest answered with a purr that filled the hearts of the young mutants with a curious warmth.

— Angelo has been with us for a little over a week, it seems like there wasn't much time between him showing up and you showing up — the oldest of the resident brothers rationalizes, leaving his empty plate on the side of the improvised table — What were you doing during that time? This weather? — although the question came from genuine curiosity, the rest of the brothers and their human friends couldn't help but groan at the idea of questioning the older and, most likely, dangerous mutant.

— Everything necessary that has to be done in a situation like mine... Leo — the look that the older purple gave to the young turtle dressed in blue was cold and devoid of any emotion — watch, look for resources, put together a shelter and plotting the enemy's position — it did not go unnoticed by the younger ones as the older Mikey clings tighter, if possible, to his brother's arm. They assumed that the elder Donatello's speech brought back reminiscences of life in the apocalypse, the paranoia, the constant fear, having to protect himself to protect those in his care. Analyze, discover, trace, measure... despite the time in which Leonardo and his brothers have fought in the name of the security of the city in which they live, they have never had to face the blind fear of being ambushed by beings they You cannot defeat, be one step away from making the slightest mistake that ends all the hope in the world. They don't have that weight, but they can imagine it seeing the fabric wrinkle under the fingers of the mutant with whom they have lived for a while and who, despite everything, has not stopped feeling that fear.

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