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Ten Minutes

Summary: Donnie finally realizes why his father won't let them near humans...
Ages: Leonardo-10
Raphael-9
Donatello- slightly younger than Raphael
Michelangelo-8
This is my own AU! (Here are some details you need to know!)
-Raphael and Donatello are twins, however Raph is slightly older.
-Donatello is the smallest, although Michelangelo is the youngest.
-Don's shyer and withdrawn
-Everyones personalities have changed weather a little or a lot for my liking.
Warning: Sensitive themes later in chapter!
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    It was peaceful in the sewer this Sunday morning, the silence was soothing and rare. The pigeons cooed happily above the grates, pecking at the discarded bread crumbs left by the grannies of New York. The rats squeaked, bugs crawled, and little turtles slept soundly, much to Splinter's joy. Having four little boys wasn't the easiest job in the world, especially for a single parent. But that didn't stop the rat from loving and caring for his little pride and joys.

    The dining table was set, complete with plates full of, you guessed it, algae and worms. Splinter didn't necessarily enjoy the meal, but if that's what they could find, that's what they ate. None of them really had a problem with it, except for Donatello who was a very picky eater. But hunger always overthrew those picky thoughts, much to Splinter's relief. Each plate had a plastic cup full of the cleanest water Splinter could find, which wasn't a lot.

    Now that the table was set and the food was placed, it was time to wait for his sons to awake and make their way to the breakfast table. As usual, Leonardo was the first into the room, awake bright and early to please his Sensai. Next was, surprisingly, Raphael who had been forced to bed early after getting into a fight with Leo, words were exchanged and hits were made. So naturally, the hothead wasn't tired anymore and decided to come to breakfast early to also please his father.

    Next was Michelangelo, who had sluggishly stumbled in, rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his hand. A large yawn escaped his lips as he slipped into his stool and waited for his last brother to arrive. And soon enough, he did. The genius child, Donatello, had stayed up all night figuring out how to wire and secure the laptop he had found on the last supply-run. Splinter had surprisingly allowed for his smartest son to keep the ragged and old device, despite the sharp and rugged edges. The second Donatello came in, his little brother was all over him smiling and greeting him with glee.

   "Morning, Donnie! How'd ya' sleep?!" The youngest greeted with a bright and shining smile. The genius had to stifle a groan at his brother's behavior, how could he have so much energy this early in the morning? Nonetheless, he answered his baby brother with the best lie he could come up with.

  "Like a baby." He allowed for a small smile to form on his lips as his brother just grinned and sat back down in his stool. The purple-banded genius took his place next to his slightly older twin: Raphael, who promptly gave him an affectionate noogy upon his arrival.

The two turtles went together like peas and carrots, and did almost everything together. Although the hothead teased and prod at the smaller turtle, the genius knew it was all fun and games, and usually just laughed along. Even though sometimes the teasing went to far, the older brother always apologized, usually because their father forced him to, however. Don didn't mind though, he thought it was nice that his brother apologized at all.

Once all four brothers were sat down at the table, breakfast could commence. As usual, the orange-banded turtle, Mikey, wolfed down his food in a mere matter of minute, like a vulture would do his prey. Leonardo took time eating his food, savoring the not-so-yummy flavor that went along with it. He knew it pleased his father when they ate without putting up any sort of fight, it made him worry less. And Leo always strived to please his Sensai and father. Raph ate like a champ, scarfing down his algae and worms, not fazed by the odd taste or appearance. He was one hungry turtle. Donatello, like Leo, ate slowly, but for a whole other reason. His forkfuls of food were smaller than Splinter had wanted, but he was glad the young turtle was eating at all. For the genius, trivial things like eating or sleep, were unnecessary and took up to much time. Time he could spend working, or fixing things or inventing, maybe even drawing or reading. He had always liked that. However the young terrapin knew the consequences of not eating his food, and figured if he at least ate half the plate, he could get out unscathed. Boy, was he wrong.