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They were smart words to live by and had done a good job of keeping him happy enough. At least until the day he was invited to the sprawling estate of the Hamato Clan, and his entire life was turned upside down.

Alternate Universe, AU
Pairings: Leonardo/Michelangelo, Raphael/Donatello

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~*~*~*~", "writing": "[center]~*~*~*~\n\nChapter Eleven: Root Down\n\n~*~*~*~[/center]\n\nFrom up on the ridge they could see a billowing column of black smoke rising over the village fading to gray up near the clouds as it spread into the atmosphere. Squinting across the distance, it looked to Mikey like it was coming from the farm where Leo had helped the shepherd with his lambs the day before and he hoped the little ones were alright.\n\nThe rest of the outlying farms appeared untouched for the moment and he could just make out the stalking forms of Hamato soldiers moving through the fields, ever vigilant. It was disappointing, however, to see Hun's camp still a dark smudge on the field where it had been when they left the day before. He knew it was completely unrealistic, but a part of him had hoped that the hulking brute would have simply gotten bored and left.\n\nMikey's eyes widened as they passed though the western gate. The estate was in a state of controlled chaos. The displaced farmers, merchants and villagers filled every open space within the main courtyards, their tents and cooking fires muting the splendor of the elegant buildings surrounding them. The dull roar of conversation, the sound of hundreds of feet shuffling on stone and the soft wails of babies crying a rumbling background noise.\n\nAs they dismounted in front of the main hall, passing their horses off to the stable hands already waiting for them, the people approached to greet their young lords warmly. They appeared tired with many of their brows furrowed in concern, reaching for Leo and Raph with the hope of receiving some small comfort or assurance that everything would be back to normal soon.\n\nMikey glanced over to see Don with his head down, staring resolutely at the ground with a pained grimace. It was obvious he was blaming himself for disrupting their lives, and that was something Mikey just couldn't let stand.\n\nStepping close he reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. When Don finally raised his shadowed eyes to look at him, Mikey leaned in and whispered, \"This is not your fault'', happy to receive a grateful smile in return, even if it was strained.\n\nLeo and Raph led them away from the crowd toward the relative calm and quiet of their private rooms. Don stayed close to his mate, nervously looking around as if he were sure the guard would jump out from the nearest bush to arrest him at any moment.\n\n\"Wait for us here, please.'' Leo said as they entered the garden between their row houses. \"Raph and I need to speak to our father alone first, it shouldn't take long.''\n\nHe said it while looking at Donnie, the olive turtle having immediately drawn a breath to argue.\n\n\"I can fight my own battles, Leo.'' Don finally murmured after a beat.\n\n\"I know you can, Donnie. And you know that's not what this is about.'' Leo said, resolute, and after a moment Don appeared to back down with a resigned sigh.\n\nRaph seemed reluctant to leave Don alone, with Don equally hesitant to let him go. They hovered near each other, hands lightly clasped, as if needing to reassure themselves that the other hadn't suddenly vanished into the ether. Gently, Leo placed a hand on Raph's arm and began to pull him away.\n\nSensing an opportune moment, Mikey stepped close to Don, looking confidently up into the second son's eyes, \"Don't worry big guy, I'll stay right here with him and we'll keep an eye on each other.''\n\nTo his amazement and relief his words seemed to immediately comfort Raph, his shoulders relaxing enough to be noticeable and with a subdued nod he finally let go of Don's hand and turned to follow Leo out of the garden. Don looked a little numb as they watched the brothers go, like he was suddenly adrift, a stranger in his own home. Mikey supposed that in a way he kind of was.\n\nDelicately leading his friend by the arm, he moved them to sit on a bench near a small fountain surrounded by rhododendron bushes. It was a strange thought, that Don was uncomfortable in this place where he had lived for so long. Mikey knew that home was supposed to be a sanctuary, even though he had never really had a home of his own, and he was struggling to imagine what it would feel like to be afraid of losing it.\n\nA dawning realization came upon him slowly as he looked around the quiet garden with Leo's house shining in the midday sun only a few steps away. Leo's house... and now... his as well? Yes... on some small level, he guessed it was. He would be sleeping in there with Leo now, he had taken his things from the guest suite and he would be staying... right here. It was an odd sensation and his brain wasn't quite sure what to do with the reality of it. Not counting the few months he'd spent in that barn; he'd never gone a single day without thinking about where he was going to be next.\n\nBut now he wasn't going anywhere. For the first time in a very, very long time he was staying right where he was. So, what did that mean? What would he be expected to do here? One thing he knew for certain was that he didn't want to be seen as some freeloader. He wanted to be useful, helpful, he desperately wanted the clan to accept his presence here because he was worth something, and not just because he was walking around on Leo's arm. It was confusing and overwhelming, and it was something he would need to talk to Leo about as soon as possible.\n\nHe knew he couldn't be a servant like Donnie, he had no skills in that department. He had no real skills in any department, he realized with a frown. Losing at cards wasn't a skill. All he had was his guitar and his sparkling personality. How was that useful?\n\nLooking to Don with the question shining in his eyes, he found the olive turtle staring down at his hands as they twisted in his lap, a deep frown creasing his brow. Mikey lurched, instantly recognizing the look of someone who was drowning in their own thoughts. Forgetting his own concerns for the moment, he leaned closer to Don.\n\n\"Thank you... for sticking up for me back there.'' Mikey said, pulling Don, blinking and more than a little confused, out of his own head. \"I'm sorry that you fought with Raph because of me and that you had to bring all that out into the open, you didn't seem like you wanted to.''\n\nAnother layer of worry paled Don's complexion, \"That's not on you, Mikey. Only something drastic was going to pull him out of the state he was in. But I will need to apologize to him later. When he's... out of control like that, like he was the day he and I met... he doesn't like Leo to know about it if it can be helped.''\n\nMikey was confused, \"What difference does that make now? It happened so long ago.''\n\n\"Doesn't matter. Leo can be hard on Raph for even the smallest discretion. He'll no doubt have something to say about it.''\n\n\"And that's my fault. Because I opened my big mouth.'' Don started to shake his head, but Mikey held up his hand. \"No, I leap before I look all the time, it's a bad habit and it's time I start taking a harder look at the things I do and the way I say things. The three of you have such a strong relationship and I've caused a crack in it trying to shove my way in. What can I do to make it right?''\n\n\"Nothing.'' At Mikey's scoff Don clarified. \"Really, Mikey. Be yourself, be happy... help Leo be happy. I promise you, that's the only thing Raph will care about.''\n\nHe supposed that was true. Getting them to trust him the way they trusted each other was something that would take time, and all he could do was try to be the best version of himself he knew how to be until then.\n\nMikey's nose twitched, a question popping into his mind that he wasn't sure how to ask, but an intense need to know overrode his apprehension. \"So... blame my uncontrollable curiosity, but I've gotta ask. You said Raph almost killed you. How did you two go from that, to being so hopelessly in love with each other?''\n\nDon blew out a laugh, \"That's... difficult to explain. Souls are funny things.''\n\n\"Yeah, Leo explained some of it to me, about what bonding really is and all that. Seems pretty complicated.''\n\nSmiling, Don nodded. \"I never thought for a moment that Raph would hurt me, not really. Even as he loomed over me, red faced and spitting. I just... looked at him and I knew I wasn't in any real danger. A calm came over me, and I was more curious than I was scared, listening to him throw his accusations around until his eyes cleared and he blinked down at me. I could see the moment he came back to himself, and knew that was who he truly was, I didn't need to ask. We just sat there, on the ground, in the dirt, talking for... I don't know how many hours, until the sun came up.'' Don finished with a light laugh.\n\n\"You're... kind of amazing, you know that?'' Mikey stated with awe, laughing when Don simply quirked his brow. \"On the surface you're just this unassuming steward, but the more I learn about you the more I... what other secrets are you hiding? I mean, what could you have possibly been doing that would have made Raph react that way in the first place?''\n\nDon's face hardened, his eyes turning dull as slate as he looked back down at his twisting fingers. Mikey frowned, confused at the abrupt change in his mood, his mind racing back over his words to think about what he had said. Had he been running his mouth again? Of course he had, or Don wouldn't have shifted as quickly as he did. And right after he just proclaimed that he wanted to be better about that too.\n\nHe looked down, flustered, \"Donnie, I'm sorry. There I go again, I didn't mean...''\n\n\"No, it's alright... you're here now, you should know...'' He said in a murmur like he was talking to himself, convincing his own mind of something important.\n\nMikey closed his mouth, holding his breath as he waited. When Don's whisper finally came, it was so low Mikey had to lean in to hear it.\n\n\"I was a tavern wretch...''\n\nMikey blinked, his eyes widening with shock. No, not Donnie... he couldn't have been.\n\nWith as many taverns as Mikey had frequented, he had heard that dirty name more often than he cared to admit, whispered in the dark. He had seen the boorish nobles slipping into the shadows, ugly leers on their horrid, greasy faces as they pulled defeated, pale youths into darkened rooms away from prying eyes.\n\nHe tried to stay away from the taverns that kept a wretch, not wanting to give the lecherous owner the satisfaction of taking his coin. It was something Mikey always wished he could do something about, but he was just one turtle, and desperate starving peasants with nothing of value to sell but their own children was something that was all too common in the south.\n\nThe very idea that Donatello, sweet gentle humble Donnie, had been one of those poor souls was almost too much for him to bear.\n\n\"How old were...?'' Mikey croaked out, unable to finish the question.\n\n\"Two.''\n\nMikey groaned, bowing his head. So young, how had he even survived? Most never lasted more than a couple of years. He didn't know what to say, stunned into silence. If Raphael had found Don there, in that life, he didn't even want to imagine what the second son must have done.\n\n\"It wasn't so bad at first.'' Donnie said into his lap.\n\nMikey's head shot up, reaching for Don's hand, \"Donnie, you don't have to talk about it if you don't...''\n\nBut Don just shook his head, quieting Mikey with a quick glance, \"The man bought me for his wife, probably thought he was doing a good thing at the time, because she was barren. But that fact just made her bitter, I was a reminder of what she couldn't do herself, so she was never all that motherly, though they treated me well enough to keep me useful, while I was still small.''\n\nDon spoke in a monotone, like he was telling the story of something that had happened to someone else. \"She died when I was ten... and not long after that the tavern owner came to realize the income potential he was missing out on with me.''\n\n\"Donnie...'' Mikey whispered, but Don just tightened his grip on his fingers, not willing to stop now that he had started.\n\n\"I was mostly able to keep myself separate from it. Somehow, I knew that there was so much more to the world than that place and, if I could just keep my head clear, that someday I would be able to see it.'' He drew in a breath, shivering only a little, \"The man had his regulars, mostly nobles from the surrounding villages, and I quickly learned that acting like I was willing usually kept them from hurting me... some of them even grew fond of me. They would bring me books to read from their own personal libraries, full of history and art and science. They were my glimpses of the world, each one giving me a little more hope that it wasn't forever, if I could just make it to the next day.''\n\n\"Is that where Raph found you?'' Mikey asked apprehensively, unable to imagine a son of Lord Hamato paying for that type of service.\n\n\"No. Not exactly.'' Don answered. \"The tavern had a small yard behind it, we kept chickens and a tiny vegetable patch. It was enclosed by a tall stone wall and on the other side of the wall, was the very back of a noble's estate. The noble was low in the hierarchy, so his property was small, nothing like here, but it was well kept. Some nights, the noble would host garden parties, and when I could sneak out without being seen, I would sit on top of the wall to watch. At first it was because I liked to see the ladies in their fancy dresses, but after a while I began to pay more attention to the serving staff, and I realized that service might be my way out.''\n\nMikey scooted closer, encouraging Don to continue, \"No self-respecting servant would ever give someone like me the time of day though, so I would sit on the wall and watch, mostly hidden under the branches of our ragged willow tree, determined to study the staff as they worked, thinking that would be enough for me to eventually be accepted into the household of a noble somewhere far away from there.''\n\nIt seemed like a good plan for a terrible situation, but Mikey knew nothing about how someone who was looking found a position in service and so had no way of knowing if Don's plan would have worked.\n\n\"Then one day in the spring,'' Don continued, his tone shifting, \"A contingent of Hamato Clan soldiers was passing through the village, led by none other than the sons of Lord Hamato himself. The man was extremely excited, hoping to lure as many of the soldiers into his tavern as he could, but try as he might, he couldn't capture the real prize. The noble got there first and offered to host Leo and Raph at his estate. Knowing that every luxury would be offered for such esteemed guests, I made sure to be on the wall that night as the staff would be on their best behavior and I knew I would learn so much more than I already had. It was almost midnight when Raph materialized out of the dark like a spirit from a mythical tale... and I never had to set foot in that tavern ever again.''\n\n\"Oh, Donnie...'' Mikey closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around his friend's shoulders, squeezing him tightly, so very grateful that Don trusted him enough to tell him all of this.\n\nDon clung to him for a second, laughing in a relieved way as he pressed his face close against the side of Mikey's head and whispered, \"It seems that both of us are making major confessions about our pasts today. But Mikey please, don't ever mention this in front of Raph, he gets very agitated when he's reminded of it.''\n\nMikey leaned back, crossing his fingers across his chest, \"Cross my heart, Donnie, not a word.''\n\nDonatello had trusted him with what was surely his darkest secret, he doubted anyone besides Raphael and probably Leonardo knew, and he would agree to guard the knowledge with his life if that's what Donnie needed him to do.\n\nMikey tried his best to lighten the mood after that, keeping the topics to general day to day life on the estate and what the grounds were like in the winter and how often Leo and Raph left to patrol the Hamato lands with their soldiers. He happily drew a handful of laughs out of his friend and that was enough to keep him satisfied.\n\nAfter a time, they settled into a comfortable silence, the sun high and warm enough on their shoulders that he was starting to feel a little drowsy.\n\n\"Donatello...?''\n\nThe meek voice was so soft they almost didn't hear it, frowning at each other before twisting their heads around for the source of the sound. A group of twenty or so servants stood timid at the edge of their small alcove, just beyond the fountain, looking like they were afraid of being told off any second.\n\n\"Kiku?'' Donatello questioned, rising to his feet, eyes darting around the garden for any sign of danger. \"What is it? What's happened?''\n\nThe young woman was so petite Mikey was sure a strong gust of wind would knock her over, but when she looked up at Don there was a fierceness in her eyes that couldn't be denied. \"Are you alright? We were so worried about you when Lord Raphael dragged you off like that.''\n\nDon blinked then sagged in relief realizing they hadn't brought the guard to take him away. \"Oh... yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Kiku. But why are you all here? You have duties you should be attending too.''\n\nThe servants shuffled, looking nervously at one another, then a young turtle a full head taller than Kiku took a step forward, clearing his throat, \"Apologies, Donatello, but... we've all been a bit distracted since you went away, we... we were concerned for your safety... Lord Raphael...''\n\nHis voice trailed away, embarrassed by what he was saying, and Don sighed with understanding, looking at them all before speaking. \"I know that Raphael is loud and brash, and intimidating on his good days, but... I was never in any danger with him.''\n\n\"So, it is true? You and he...?'' Kiku questioned with a small, hopeful smile.\n\nDon seemed unsure how to respond to that, so he simply nodded, looking away uncomfortably.\n\n\"OH!'' Kiku screeched, excitement shaking her small frame as she burst into tears, rushing forward to throw her arms around Don's middle. Don stood there for a second, frozen in shock with his hands in the air as she sobbed into his chest, before lowering his arms to awkwardly pat her back. Mikey had to turn his head to keep from choking on his laugh.\n\n\"Kiku... it's... it's ok... it's alright...''\n\n\"Oh, Donatello,'' She sniffed into his shirt, \"All we want is for you to be happy and safe, it is because of you that all of our lives here are so good, you treat us like we matter and we know that not every servant can be so lucky.''\n\nThe young male turtle stepped forward to carefully detach Kiku from around Don, settling her against his plastron, allowing her to finish her crying on his shirt instead, \"We are happy for you Donatello, but... does this mean you will no longer be our steward?''\n\nDon looked at him with sympathy, \"I... don't think so. I'm not sure yet what is going to happen.''\n\n\"What if... what will we do without your guidance?'' He asked, despondent at the idea of losing Donatello.\n\nDon smiled and moved to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. \"You know what to do. You all know what to do.'' He reassured them, turning his head and addressing the others as they gathered close, \"I am so proud of all of you. And I know that, regardless of who the next steward may be, you will all perform your duties to the standard that I set for you, not because I wish it, but because of the pride and confidence you have in yourselves.''\n\nThe gravity of Don's short speech only made Kiku cry all the harder and Mikey sat with his mouth hanging open in wonder. Only a moment ago Don had been quietly revealing the horrible life he had led before coming to live on the estate, and now here he stood, tall and confident, inspiring the people that looked up to him in the same way that Leo and Raph inspired their soldiers.\n\nMikey watched as the tension in everyone's shoulders released and they smiled, staring at Don with shining admiration.\n\nAt that moment, Leo and Raph came around the corner of Raph's house, followed closely by their father. Don's eyes widened and he quickly snapped his fingers twice with an obvious command as every servant standing before him spun on their heels and bowed low to their lord. Even Kiku instantly cut off her hiccupping sobs to show the proper respect. Mikey only just remembered to stand and bow with Don as the servants started to back away.\n\nLord Hamato quickly stepped forward, holding up his hand, \"Please wait, all of you, I have something that I need to say.'' the group of servants paused, heads still bowed, \"I would have preferred that all of the staff be present to hear this, but I suppose I will need to rely on you to convey my words to the others at your earliest convenience. Yesterday, I made a declaration that I am ashamed to admit I did not consider the consequences of before I voiced the words. I spoke of Donatello as if being a servant is something that I look down upon. Those words were spoken in anger and do not represent how I truly view all of you.''\n\nThe servants tentatively raised their heads to their lord with confused looks, surprise overriding their sense of duty.\n\n\"I value every man and woman that serves me as much as I value my own family. You are the glue that holds our clan together and I could not do without even one of you. A clan is only as good as those who loyally serve it and I never meant to infer that any of you are unwelcome or unimportant. I can only hope that you will accept my most sincere apology.''\n\nSilence stretched between those present, the servants unsure of how to respond to such kind words from their lord.\n\nIn the end it was Kiku, young spirited sensitive Kiku, that finally pulled together the courage to step forward and speak with a small, shaky voice, \"My lord... we are all so grateful to be accepted here by you and your family. Many of us came from so much worse and the Hamato estate is a dream for us all. Please know we are happy and so thankful... but the truth is, the reason for much of that is because of Donatello. His support and encouragement have helped us all be our best.''\n\nMikey glanced sideways at Don, who stood with his head down, shoulders tense and eyes closed with a light blush coloring his cheeks.\n\nLord Hamato smiled at the tiny woman looking up at him from under her eyelashes, \"Thank you young one, your words are heard and appreciated.'' He looked at each of the present staff in turn and Mikey saw them all swell with pride as their lord graced them with his attention. \"You may leave us now. And please make sure we remain undisturbed.''\n\nThey quickly left, shuffling away with murmured thanks and bows. When only the five of them were left in the garden, Lord Hamato turned to Donatello, stepping close to the olive turtle.\n\n\"Donatello, please look at me.''\n\nDon responded with a shake of his head; his eyes still closed.\n\n\"Donatello.'' Lord Hamato reached out and took hold of Don's clasped hands. Don jerked like he'd been struck by lightning, looking up at his Lord with wide eyes.\n\n\"Please accept my deepest apologies for my treatment of you.'' Lord Hamato said quietly, \"You would never have been in a position to lash out at Hun in the way that you did if I hadn't been so blind to the way I was hurting my sons. That fault lies with me alone, and I beg your forgiveness.''\n\nWith that simple request Lord Hamato bowed low to Don, and Don sucked in a quick breath, taking a step back, trying to pull his hands free, trembling.\n\n\"My... my lord... please don't...'' Don stuttered.\n\nLord Hamato wouldn't let him retreat, slowly raising his head, his eyes shining with compassion. \"Raphael has explained to me the truth of where you were when he found you.''\n\nDonatello honestly looked like he was going to be sick, eyes darting back and forth between Raph and his father, a range of emotion from uncertainty to confusion to defiance flashing in his eyes.\n\n\"I... I left that behind me the day I came here my lord, and I... informed Raphael of what I was the very night we met. I've never kept anything from him.''\n\nConcern pushed Raphael forward a step, reaching for his mate, but Leo held him back with a hand on his elbow.\n\nWith a sigh, Lord Hamato placed his hand on Don's shoulder, speaking soothingly, \"I do not believe you would ever deceive him, your loyalty to the Hamato Clan through the last two years has proven that without doubt. I have always known you to be capable and efficient, and now I see where that strength of character comes from. Few survive what you endured, and the depth of your courage shines from you with every action you take.''\n\nDon was standing before him with his head held high, unashamed, the revelation making him confident enough to look the lord directly in the eye with poise and determination.\n\nThe two considered each other, Don understanding that this was not the moment to back down, Hamato testing his resolve.\n\nEventually the lord engaged Don with a single question. \"You love my son?''\n\nDon blinked, answering without hesitation, \"With my soul.''\n\nLord Hamato's smile shined like the light from the sun, \"Then you shall be bonded, the ceremony will be conducted at sunset, I've already begun the preparations.''\n\nAnd like the clouds parting after a fierce summer storm, Don released his breath in a rush and shook with surprised relief, gazing at Lord Hamato with a reverence that threatened to consume him, \"Thank you, my lord.'' He whispered.\n\nLord Hamato raised his hand to touch Don's cheek in a tender, fatherly way, \"I will be proud to call you my son.''\n\nMikey could see the tears gathering in Don's eyes and hugged himself to stop his own from falling.\n\nA radiant smile lit Don's face from ear to ear as Raph rushed forward, clutching Don's hands to his plastron and pulling him a step away from his father, \"I'm gonna build ya' a workshop, right next to the blacksmith, so ya' only need to go next door to bug him about your projects.''\n\nDon couldn't speak, happiness closing his throat, so he just threw his arms around Raph's neck and kissed him.\n\nA cough at his shoulder brought Mikey's attention around, finding Lord Hamato standing next to him, \"And you are the one that has so captured my eldest son's attention.''\n\nIt wasn't a question and Mikey blushed, looking at Leo who was standing off to the side with a small, amused smile on his face.\n\n\"You are also the one who spoke to me so forcefully yesterday, if I remember correctly.'' Lord Hamato lightly accused.\n\nMikey winced, \"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry about that, my lord.''\n\nLord Hamato chuckled, \"No apology necessary. To stand in defense of a friend is an honorable act that deserves respect. I can see why my son likes you.''\n\nMikey grinned, unsure how to respond, he'd never really had any occasion to speak to nobles, let alone a clan leader, let alone the father of the one he was starting to fall for. He settled for a few awkward stutters that seemed to amuse the lord greatly.\n\nSaving Mikey from embarrassing himself any further, Raph tore his eyes away from Don at that moment to ask his father, \"When we go through with this it's only gonna aggravate Hun more. What do ya' plan to do about that?''\n\n\"Tonight, is not for you to trouble yourself with that, my son. Allow me to worry about Hun while the two of you enjoy your moment. The new dawn rising on your lives together will bring the clarity needed to deal with the Purple Dragon Clan.''\n\nIt was obvious that the request was difficult for Raph to accept. He wasn't the type to stand back while others engaged, and the thought of leaving Hun to his devices while they spent the night celebrating was going against every principal he had. But then Don tugged at his arm, smiling warmly up at him, and Raph almost comically melted, suddenly willing to ignore the entire world for this moment with his mate.\n\nLooking over his children fondly, Lord Hamato took a deep breath and sighed heavily, \"I suppose this only leaves me with one problem then.'' He paused and they all looked at him questioningly, \"Where am I going to find a new steward on such short notice?''\n\nAnd just like that, what tension between them still lingered released and their laughter echoed in the garden.\n\n\"I have a few names I could suggest for you, my lord.'' 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Chapter Eleven: Root Down

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From up on the ridge they could see a billowing column of black smoke rising over the village fading to gray up near the clouds as it spread into the atmosphere. Squinting across the distance, it looked to Mikey like it was coming from the farm where Leo had helped the shepherd with his lambs the day before and he hoped the little ones were alright.

The rest of the outlying farms appeared untouched for the moment and he could just make out the stalking forms of Hamato soldiers moving through the fields, ever vigilant. It was disappointing, however, to see Hun's camp still a dark smudge on the field where it had been when they left the day before. He knew it was completely unrealistic, but a part of him had hoped that the hulking brute would have simply gotten bored and left.

Mikey's eyes widened as they passed though the western gate. The estate was in a state of controlled chaos. The displaced farmers, merchants and villagers filled every open space within the main courtyards, their tents and cooking fires muting the splendor of the elegant buildings surrounding them. The dull roar of conversation, the sound of hundreds of feet shuffling on stone and the soft wails of babies crying a rumbling background noise.

As they dismounted in front of the main hall, passing their horses off to the stable hands already waiting for them, the people approached to greet their young lords warmly. They appeared tired with many of their brows furrowed in concern, reaching for Leo and Raph with the hope of receiving some small comfort or assurance that everything would be back to normal soon.

Mikey glanced over to see Don with his head down, staring resolutely at the ground with a pained grimace. It was obvious he was blaming himself for disrupting their lives, and that was something Mikey just couldn't let stand.

Stepping close he reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. When Don finally raised his shadowed eyes to look at him, Mikey leaned in and whispered, "This is not your fault'', happy to receive a grateful smile in return, even if it was strained.

Leo and Raph led them away from the crowd toward the relative calm and quiet of their private rooms. Don stayed close to his mate, nervously looking around as if he were sure the guard would jump out from the nearest bush to arrest him at any moment.

"Wait for us here, please.'' Leo said as they entered the garden between their row houses. "Raph and I need to speak to our father alone first, it shouldn't take long.''

He said it while looking at Donnie, the olive turtle having immediately drawn a breath to argue.

"I can fight my own battles, Leo.'' Don finally murmured after a beat.

"I know you can, Donnie. And you know that's not what this is about.'' Leo said, resolute, and after a moment Don appeared to back down with a resigned sigh.

Raph seemed reluctant to leave Don alone, with Don equally hesitant to let him go. They hovered near each other, hands lightly clasped, as if needing to reassure themselves that the other hadn't suddenly vanished into the ether. Gently, Leo placed a hand on Raph's arm and began to pull him away.

Sensing an opportune moment, Mikey stepped close to Don, looking confidently up into the second son's eyes, "Don't worry big guy, I'll stay right here with him and we'll keep an eye on each other.''

To his amazement and relief his words seemed to immediately comfort Raph, his shoulders relaxing enough to be noticeable and with a subdued nod he finally let go of Don's hand and turned to follow Leo out of the garden. Don looked a little numb as they watched the brothers go, like he was suddenly adrift, a stranger in his own home. Mikey supposed that in a way he kind of was.

Delicately leading his friend by the arm, he moved them to sit on a bench near a small fountain surrounded by rhododendron bushes. It was a strange thought, that Don was uncomfortable in this place where he had lived for so long. Mikey knew that home was supposed to be a sanctuary, even though he had never really had a home of his own, and he was struggling to imagine what it would feel like to be afraid of losing it.

A dawning realization came upon him slowly as he looked around the quiet garden with Leo's house shining in the midday sun only a few steps away. Leo's house... and now... his as well? Yes... on some small level, he guessed it was. He would be sleeping in there with Leo now, he had taken his things from the guest suite and he would be staying... right here. It was an odd sensation and his brain wasn't quite sure what to do with the reality of it. Not counting the few months he'd spent in that barn; he'd never gone a single day without thinking about where he was going to be next.

But now he wasn't going anywhere. For the first time in a very, very long time he was staying right where he was. So, what did that mean? What would he be expected to do here? One thing he knew for certain was that he didn't want to be seen as some freeloader. He wanted to be useful, helpful, he desperately wanted the clan to accept his presence here because he was worth something, and not just because he was walking around on Leo's arm. It was confusing and overwhelming, and it was something he would need to talk to Leo about as soon as possible.

He knew he couldn't be a servant like Donnie, he had no skills in that department. He had no real skills in any department, he realized with a frown. Losing at cards wasn't a skill. All he had was his guitar and his sparkling personality. How was that useful?

Looking to Don with the question shining in his eyes, he found the olive turtle staring down at his hands as they twisted in his lap, a deep frown creasing his brow. Mikey lurched, instantly recognizing the look of someone who was drowning in their own thoughts. Forgetting his own concerns for the moment, he leaned closer to Don.

"Thank you... for sticking up for me back there.'' Mikey said, pulling Don, blinking and more than a little confused, out of his own head. "I'm sorry that you fought with Raph because of me and that you had to bring all that out into the open, you didn't seem like you wanted to.''

Another layer of worry paled Don's complexion, "That's not on you, Mikey. Only something drastic was going to pull him out of the state he was in. But I will need to apologize to him later. When he's... out of control like that, like he was the day he and I met... he doesn't like Leo to know about it if it can be helped.''

Mikey was confused, "What difference does that make now? It happened so long ago.''

"Doesn't matter. Leo can be hard on Raph for even the smallest discretion. He'll no doubt have something to say about it.''

"And that's my fault. Because I opened my big mouth.'' Don started to shake his head, but Mikey held up his hand. "No, I leap before I look all the time, it's a bad habit and it's time I start taking a harder look at the things I do and the way I say things. The three of you have such a strong relationship and I've caused a crack in it trying to shove my way in. What can I do to make it right?''

"Nothing.'' At Mikey's scoff Don clarified. "Really, Mikey. Be yourself, be happy... help Leo be happy. I promise you, that's the only thing Raph will care about.''

He supposed that was true. Getting them to trust him the way they trusted each other was something that would take time, and all he could do was try to be the best version of himself he knew how to be until then.

Mikey's nose twitched, a question popping into his mind that he wasn't sure how to ask, but an intense need to know overrode his apprehension. "So... blame my uncontrollable curiosity, but I've gotta ask. You said Raph almost killed you. How did you two go from that, to being so hopelessly in love with each other?''

Don blew out a laugh, "That's... difficult to explain. Souls are funny things.''

"Yeah, Leo explained some of it to me, about what bonding really is and all that. Seems pretty complicated.''

Smiling, Don nodded. "I never thought for a moment that Raph would hurt me, not really. Even as he loomed over me, red faced and spitting. I just... looked at him and I knew I wasn't in any real danger. A calm came over me, and I was more curious than I was scared, listening to him throw his accusations around until his eyes cleared and he blinked down at me. I could see the moment he came back to himself, and knew that was who he truly was, I didn't need to ask. We just sat there, on the ground, in the dirt, talking for... I don't know how many hours, until the sun came up.'' Don finished with a light laugh.

"You're... kind of amazing, you know that?'' Mikey stated with awe, laughing when Don simply quirked his brow. "On the surface you're just this unassuming steward, but the more I learn about you the more I... what other secrets are you hiding? I mean, what could you have possibly been doing that would have made Raph react that way in the first place?''

Don's face hardened, his eyes turning dull as slate as he looked back down at his twisting fingers. Mikey frowned, confused at the abrupt change in his mood, his mind racing back over his words to think about what he had said. Had he been running his mouth again? Of course he had, or Don wouldn't have shifted as quickly as he did. And right after he just proclaimed that he wanted to be better about that too.

He looked down, flustered, "Donnie, I'm sorry. There I go again, I didn't mean...''

"No, it's alright... you're here now, you should know...'' He said in a murmur like he was talking to himself, convincing his own mind of something important.

Mikey closed his mouth, holding his breath as he waited. When Don's whisper finally came, it was so low Mikey had to lean in to hear it.

"I was a tavern wretch...''

Mikey blinked, his eyes widening with shock. No, not Donnie... he couldn't have been.

With as many taverns as Mikey had frequented, he had heard that dirty name more often than he cared to admit, whispered in the dark. He had seen the boorish nobles slipping into the shadows, ugly leers on their horrid, greasy faces as they pulled defeated, pale youths into darkened rooms away from prying eyes.

He tried to stay away from the taverns that kept a wretch, not wanting to give the lecherous owner the satisfaction of taking his coin. It was something Mikey always wished he could do something about, but he was just one turtle, and desperate starving peasants with nothing of value to sell but their own children was something that was all too common in the south.

The very idea that Donatello, sweet gentle humble Donnie, had been one of those poor souls was almost too much for him to bear.

"How old were...?'' Mikey croaked out, unable to finish the question.

"Two.''

Mikey groaned, bowing his head. So young, how had he even survived? Most never lasted more than a couple of years. He didn't know what to say, stunned into silence. If Raphael had found Don there, in that life, he didn't even want to imagine what the second son must have done.

"It wasn't so bad at first.'' Donnie said into his lap.

Mikey's head shot up, reaching for Don's hand, "Donnie, you don't have to talk about it if you don't...''

But Don just shook his head, quieting Mikey with a quick glance, "The man bought me for his wife, probably thought he was doing a good thing at the time, because she was barren. But that fact just made her bitter, I was a reminder of what she couldn't do herself, so she was never all that motherly, though they treated me well enough to keep me useful, while I was still small.''

Don spoke in a monotone, like he was telling the story of something that had happened to someone else. "She died when I was ten... and not long after that the tavern owner came to realize the income potential he was missing out on with me.''

"Donnie...'' Mikey whispered, but Don just tightened his grip on his fingers, not willing to stop now that he had started.

"I was mostly able to keep myself separate from it. Somehow, I knew that there was so much more to the world than that place and, if I could just keep my head clear, that someday I would be able to see it.'' He drew in a breath, shivering only a little, "The man had his regulars, mostly nobles from the surrounding villages, and I quickly learned that acting like I was willing usually kept them from hurting me... some of them even grew fond of me. They would bring me books to read from their own personal libraries, full of history and art and science. They were my glimpses of the world, each one giving me a little more hope that it wasn't forever, if I could just make it to the next day.''

"Is that where Raph found you?'' Mikey asked apprehensively, unable to imagine a son of Lord Hamato paying for that type of service.

"No. Not exactly.'' Don answered. "The tavern had a small yard behind it, we kept chickens and a tiny vegetable patch. It was enclosed by a tall stone wall and on the other side of the wall, was the very back of a noble's estate. The noble was low in the hierarchy, so his property was small, nothing like here, but it was well kept. Some nights, the noble would host garden parties, and when I could sneak out without being seen, I would sit on top of the wall to watch. At first it was because I liked to see the ladies in their fancy dresses, but after a while I began to pay more attention to the serving staff, and I realized that service might be my way out.''

Mikey scooted closer, encouraging Don to continue, "No self-respecting servant would ever give someone like me the time of day though, so I would sit on the wall and watch, mostly hidden under the branches of our ragged willow tree, determined to study the staff as they worked, thinking that would be enough for me to eventually be accepted into the household of a noble somewhere far away from there.''

It seemed like a good plan for a terrible situation, but Mikey knew nothing about how someone who was looking found a position in service and so had no way of knowing if Don's plan would have worked.

"Then one day in the spring,'' Don continued, his tone shifting, "A contingent of Hamato Clan soldiers was passing through the village, led by none other than the sons of Lord Hamato himself. The man was extremely excited, hoping to lure as many of the soldiers into his tavern as he could, but try as he might, he couldn't capture the real prize. The noble got there first and offered to host Leo and Raph at his estate. Knowing that every luxury would be offered for such esteemed guests, I made sure to be on the wall that night as the staff would be on their best behavior and I knew I would learn so much more than I already had. It was almost midnight when Raph materialized out of the dark like a spirit from a mythical tale... and I never had to set foot in that tavern ever again.''

"Oh, Donnie...'' Mikey closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around his friend's shoulders, squeezing him tightly, so very grateful that Don trusted him enough to tell him all of this.

Don clung to him for a second, laughing in a relieved way as he pressed his face close against the side of Mikey's head and whispered, "It seems that both of us are making major confessions about our pasts today. But Mikey please, don't ever mention this in front of Raph, he gets very agitated when he's reminded of it.''

Mikey leaned back, crossing his fingers across his chest, "Cross my heart, Donnie, not a word.''

Donatello had trusted him with what was surely his darkest secret, he doubted anyone besides Raphael and probably Leonardo knew, and he would agree to guard the knowledge with his life if that's what Donnie needed him to do.

Mikey tried his best to lighten the mood after that, keeping the topics to general day to day life on the estate and what the grounds were like in the winter and how often Leo and Raph left to patrol the Hamato lands with their soldiers. He happily drew a handful of laughs out of his friend and that was enough to keep him satisfied.

After a time, they settled into a comfortable silence, the sun high and warm enough on their shoulders that he was starting to feel a little drowsy.

"Donatello...?''

The meek voice was so soft they almost didn't hear it, frowning at each other before twisting their heads around for the source of the sound. A group of twenty or so servants stood timid at the edge of their small alcove, just beyond the fountain, looking like they were afraid of being told off any second.

"Kiku?'' Donatello questioned, rising to his feet, eyes darting around the garden for any sign of danger. "What is it? What's happened?''

The young woman was so petite Mikey was sure a strong gust of wind would knock her over, but when she looked up at Don there was a fierceness in her eyes that couldn't be denied. "Are you alright? We were so worried about you when Lord Raphael dragged you off like that.''

Don blinked then sagged in relief realizing they hadn't brought the guard to take him away. "Oh... yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Kiku. But why are you all here? You have duties you should be attending too.''

The servants shuffled, looking nervously at one another, then a young turtle a full head taller than Kiku took a step forward, clearing his throat, "Apologies, Donatello, but... we've all been a bit distracted since you went away, we... we were concerned for your safety... Lord Raphael...''

His voice trailed away, embarrassed by what he was saying, and Don sighed with understanding, looking at them all before speaking. "I know that Raphael is loud and brash, and intimidating on his good days, but... I was never in any danger with him.''

"So, it is true? You and he...?'' Kiku questioned with a small, hopeful smile.

Don seemed unsure how to respond to that, so he simply nodded, looking away uncomfortably.

"OH!'' Kiku screeched, excitement shaking her small frame as she burst into tears, rushing forward to throw her arms around Don's middle. Don stood there for a second, frozen in shock with his hands in the air as she sobbed into his chest, before lowering his arms to awkwardly pat her back. Mikey had to turn his head to keep from choking on his laugh.

"Kiku... it's... it's ok... it's alright...''

"Oh, Donatello,'' She sniffed into his shirt, "All we want is for you to be happy and safe, it is because of you that all of our lives here are so good, you treat us like we matter and we know that not every servant can be so lucky.''

The young male turtle stepped forward to carefully detach Kiku from around Don, settling her against his plastron, allowing her to finish her crying on his shirt instead, "We are happy for you Donatello, but... does this mean you will no longer be our steward?''

Don looked at him with sympathy, "I... don't think so. I'm not sure yet what is going to happen.''

"What if... what will we do without your guidance?'' He asked, despondent at the idea of losing Donatello.

Don smiled and moved to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You know what to do. You all know what to do.'' He reassured them, turning his head and addressing the others as they gathered close, "I am so proud of all of you. And I know that, regardless of who the next steward may be, you will all perform your duties to the standard that I set for you, not because I wish it, but because of the pride and confidence you have in yourselves.''

The gravity of Don's short speech only made Kiku cry all the harder and Mikey sat with his mouth hanging open in wonder. Only a moment ago Don had been quietly revealing the horrible life he had led before coming to live on the estate, and now here he stood, tall and confident, inspiring the people that looked up to him in the same way that Leo and Raph inspired their soldiers.

Mikey watched as the tension in everyone's shoulders released and they smiled, staring at Don with shining admiration.

At that moment, Leo and Raph came around the corner of Raph's house, followed closely by their father. Don's eyes widened and he quickly snapped his fingers twice with an obvious command as every servant standing before him spun on their heels and bowed low to their lord. Even Kiku instantly cut off her hiccupping sobs to show the proper respect. Mikey only just remembered to stand and bow with Don as the servants started to back away.

Lord Hamato quickly stepped forward, holding up his hand, "Please wait, all of you, I have something that I need to say.'' the group of servants paused, heads still bowed, "I would have preferred that all of the staff be present to hear this, but I suppose I will need to rely on you to convey my words to the others at your earliest convenience. Yesterday, I made a declaration that I am ashamed to admit I did not consider the consequences of before I voiced the words. I spoke of Donatello as if being a servant is something that I look down upon. Those words were spoken in anger and do not represent how I truly view all of you.''

The servants tentatively raised their heads to their lord with confused looks, surprise overriding their sense of duty.

"I value every man and woman that serves me as much as I value my own family. You are the glue that holds our clan together and I could not do without even one of you. A clan is only as good as those who loyally serve it and I never meant to infer that any of you are unwelcome or unimportant. I can only hope that you will accept my most sincere apology.''

Silence stretched between those present, the servants unsure of how to respond to such kind words from their lord.

In the end it was Kiku, young spirited sensitive Kiku, that finally pulled together the courage to step forward and speak with a small, shaky voice, "My lord... we are all so grateful to be accepted here by you and your family. Many of us came from so much worse and the Hamato estate is a dream for us all. Please know we are happy and so thankful... but the truth is, the reason for much of that is because of Donatello. His support and encouragement have helped us all be our best.''

Mikey glanced sideways at Don, who stood with his head down, shoulders tense and eyes closed with a light blush coloring his cheeks.

Lord Hamato smiled at the tiny woman looking up at him from under her eyelashes, "Thank you young one, your words are heard and appreciated.'' He looked at each of the present staff in turn and Mikey saw them all swell with pride as their lord graced them with his attention. "You may leave us now. And please make sure we remain undisturbed.''

They quickly left, shuffling away with murmured thanks and bows. When only the five of them were left in the garden, Lord Hamato turned to Donatello, stepping close to the olive turtle.

"Donatello, please look at me.''

Don responded with a shake of his head; his eyes still closed.

"Donatello.'' Lord Hamato reached out and took hold of Don's clasped hands. Don jerked like he'd been struck by lightning, looking up at his Lord with wide eyes.

"Please accept my deepest apologies for my treatment of you.'' Lord Hamato said quietly, "You would never have been in a position to lash out at Hun in the way that you did if I hadn't been so blind to the way I was hurting my sons. That fault lies with me alone, and I beg your forgiveness.''

With that simple request Lord Hamato bowed low to Don, and Don sucked in a quick breath, taking a step back, trying to pull his hands free, trembling.

"My... my lord... please don't...'' Don stuttered.

Lord Hamato wouldn't let him retreat, slowly raising his head, his eyes shining with compassion. "Raphael has explained to me the truth of where you were when he found you.''

Donatello honestly looked like he was going to be sick, eyes darting back and forth between Raph and his father, a range of emotion from uncertainty to confusion to defiance flashing in his eyes.

"I... I left that behind me the day I came here my lord, and I... informed Raphael of what I was the very night we met. I've never kept anything from him.''

Concern pushed Raphael forward a step, reaching for his mate, but Leo held him back with a hand on his elbow.

With a sigh, Lord Hamato placed his hand on Don's shoulder, speaking soothingly, "I do not believe you would ever deceive him, your loyalty to the Hamato Clan through the last two years has proven that without doubt. I have always known you to be capable and efficient, and now I see where that strength of character comes from. Few survive what you endured, and the depth of your courage shines from you with every action you take.''

Don was standing before him with his head held high, unashamed, the revelation making him confident enough to look the lord directly in the eye with poise and determination.

The two considered each other, Don understanding that this was not the moment to back down, Hamato testing his resolve.

Eventually the lord engaged Don with a single question. "You love my son?''

Don blinked, answering without hesitation, "With my soul.''

Lord Hamato's smile shined like the light from the sun, "Then you shall be bonded, the ceremony will be conducted at sunset, I've already begun the preparations.''

And like the clouds parting after a fierce summer storm, Don released his breath in a rush and shook with surprised relief, gazing at Lord Hamato with a reverence that threatened to consume him, "Thank you, my lord.'' He whispered.

Lord Hamato raised his hand to touch Don's cheek in a tender, fatherly way, "I will be proud to call you my son.''

Mikey could see the tears gathering in Don's eyes and hugged himself to stop his own from falling.

A radiant smile lit Don's face from ear to ear as Raph rushed forward, clutching Don's hands to his plastron and pulling him a step away from his father, "I'm gonna build ya' a workshop, right next to the blacksmith, so ya' only need to go next door to bug him about your projects.''

Don couldn't speak, happiness closing his throat, so he just threw his arms around Raph's neck and kissed him.

A cough at his shoulder brought Mikey's attention around, finding Lord Hamato standing next to him, "And you are the one that has so captured my eldest son's attention.''

It wasn't a question and Mikey blushed, looking at Leo who was standing off to the side with a small, amused smile on his face.

"You are also the one who spoke to me so forcefully yesterday, if I remember correctly.'' Lord Hamato lightly accused.

Mikey winced, "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry about that, my lord.''

Lord Hamato chuckled, "No apology necessary. To stand in defense of a friend is an honorable act that deserves respect. I can see why my son likes you.''

Mikey grinned, unsure how to respond, he'd never really had any occasion to speak to nobles, let alone a clan leader, let alone the father of the one he was starting to fall for. He settled for a few awkward stutters that seemed to amuse the lord greatly.

Saving Mikey from embarrassing himself any further, Raph tore his eyes away from Don at that moment to ask his father, "When we go through with this it's only gonna aggravate Hun more. What do ya' plan to do about that?''

"Tonight, is not for you to trouble yourself with that, my son. Allow me to worry about Hun while the two of you enjoy your moment. The new dawn rising on your lives together will bring the clarity needed to deal with the Purple Dragon Clan.''

It was obvious that the request was difficult for Raph to accept. He wasn't the type to stand back while others engaged, and the thought of leaving Hun to his devices while they spent the night celebrating was going against every principal he had. But then Don tugged at his arm, smiling warmly up at him, and Raph almost comically melted, suddenly willing to ignore the entire world for this moment with his mate.

Looking over his children fondly, Lord Hamato took a deep breath and sighed heavily, "I suppose this only leaves me with one problem then.'' He paused and they all looked at him questioningly, "Where am I going to find a new steward on such short notice?''

And just like that, what tension between them still lingered released and their laughter echoed in the garden.

"I have a few names I could suggest for you, my lord.'' Don said, chuckling as he tried to catch his breath.

~*~*~*~

tbc...
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