Okay, this fic is based on the new 2012 show of the Ninja turtles, which is an amazingly good show!

I like the other two shows fine enough as well, i just find this one kind of better... sorry.

I know, I know there'll be a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes, I am only writing this for own pleasures sake, I'm from Denmark, English is not my native languet, there-fore such things as words and grammar gets screwed up a lot in my stories, but I just enjoy writing stories so much that I can't help myself, so.. sorry.. but, that''s just how it is :/

Hope you'll enjoy, yours always, Moonbird.

A strange thing about days that are going to change peoples lives for-ever, you'll never know that that day is going to be any-thing special as it starts.

Hamato Yoshi had made that observation several times before, the day he first met Oroki Saki he would never have been able to tell how faith-full that very meeting was.

The day he had first laid eyes on Tang-Shen the love of his life, it had all come out of no-where, and all though that day had seemed so ordinary up till that point, it had become any-thing but, by the sight of her, every-thing back then had changed.

And the day, he had lost every-thing again, had ones again been a day that at first had seen so normal, as he had woken up with his beloved in his arms, had fed his little baby daughter and then gone to the dojo to train, just like always, only for so many things to be changed as he came back, and instead of it just being another ordinary day, it had become a day he would never forget, the day after every-thing had changed and would never be the same.

This day to, seemed like a very ordinary day for Hamato as well, as always, he woke up with the sun-rise to face his tiny little apartment in the lower ends new-york city.

It barely qualified as an apartment, but Hamato couldn't afford to even complain at that point, even if he was a highly respected ninja masters, at some places even considered a legend. That though wouldn't change the fact that he was under siege, hunted by the leader of the most powerful ninja force in Japan, his ones upon a time friend Oroki Saki, now better known as the Shredder, and if Hamato wanted to live, he needed to hide and let Oroki live in the believe that he had died.. Hamato Yoshie, the pride and strenght of the Lotus Clan could be no more. Now he had to be a no-one.

Now Hamato was only himself, he was absolutely and entirely alone in this live, hidden so far away in the busy city, living in a very cheap and slump like part of town, the only place he could afford.

Hamato wasn't exactly a man many people would take notice of at first, he was of Japanese decent, and looked like such a person would, with black hair, black eyes, yellow skin and so ford, but living in such an area of new-york, crawling with all races from all around the world, dark skinned people, pall skinned people, the native people of the land, all speaking with hundres of different accents that came from all over the world. He was in fact very un-asuming, always looking very clean, neat and lean, always quiet and polite, no one knew where he had come from, but honestly, no one really cared, that was not the kind of place he lifed in now, it was just a place where people rushed back and ford without seeing and without asking any questions, to busy minding their own quick buisness, which was exactly what made the place such a perfect hiding place, and the ideal place for Hamato to dissapear.. to vanish from the world.

Every morning it was the same routine for Hamato, he would push his bed up against the wall, to get the space for a morning work-out in nin-jitsu.

Rule number 1, for any-one who wished to become a master, never stop training, always work to just as much as keep your skills consistent, to become a master was a full-time job. And.. aside for enjoying the occasional art, Hamato had little else to do.

After silently having finished his work-out, as to not make any of his neighbours annoyed, it would be time for work, down at the ware house where he moved box's.. and that was it. The only job Hamato had managed to get, and even then he was very lucky.

Down there he was the odd man out, small in compared to the others, some-times an entire head smaller than the larger American workers. But his boss had learned how strong and persistent Hamato actually was, which had ensured that Hamato could stay and earn his rent, and then he would go home, to train some more. It was a very dull existence for the exile.. which made it more apparent that it was also very lonely.

That morning, that looked like it was going to be a day, exactly like all other days for Hamato, he had finished his morning work-out, and was just on his way out of the door, only for him to stop by his shrine at the fare end wall.

His shrine where his picture hang, the picture of him, Teng-shen, and the little baby, as so often before, Hamato lingered by the sight of that picture, of his wife, and his child.. And as always when he did that, he could feel his heart breaking.

Hamato.. he had been a husband and a father, that was the hardest thing to be reminded of, that he had in fact, been a father. And at ones, he longed after that feeling, after those happy days when he would come home to a smiling wife, that'll welcome him with a little kiss on the cheek as well as warm loving eyes suiting her smile so perfectly, and that baby, whom had just managed to say her first two words . "Mom." And "Dad."

That had been the greatest feeling Hamato had ever known, and to be deprived of that, the greatest pain he could ever experience, to never see his own child grow up, teach her the ways of life, have her be naughty, make mistakes and then be there for her when it mattered, to have been the person, and now have been deprived into this? Becoming a no one, with no friends, no family, no one he was any-thing to.. just another unamed shadow in the street no one would ever bother with.

That, was the greatest punishment that could ever have been bestowed on Hamato.

It wasn't such a rarity for Hamato to leave the apartment with that heavy feeling in his chest, and so that day didn't seem particularly different either, he just left for work as usually, worked hard but without talking to any-one, as usually.

He had to blend in and be unnoticed, he had to be careful. And Hamato hadn't ever been the type to talk much to any-one, he was at of the practical right to the point type, whom prefered calm peace instead of loud chatter.

That day, Hamato decided to take a detour home, he just needed the walk, some-kind of break from his routine. Any-thing would do with the mood he was in.

Around him he saw so many people, talking to each other, young people holding hands, Hamato sighed, it was such a lonely existence he had landed himself in, some kind of companion would be nice, just a little thing to break off the eternal silence.

Hamato stopped up as he took a deep sigh, trying to inhale and move past that feeling, then suddenly, he looked to his left, and was faced with a large window, and on the other side of that window there was animals, small puppies, kittens, aquarium fish, mice. It was a pet shop.

Hamatos head fell askew as two small kittens seemed to play with each other, and beneath them was a sign.

'All I want, is a nice home and you to be my friend,'

"Hmm." Hamato rubbed his chin as he looked at the pet shop. "Well, what's the harm in looking?" he asked himself in a shrug and decided to go inside for a little walk.

Inside of the pet-shop there was noise from every-where, birds, rodents, dogs and cats all fighting for the attention.

"May I help you sir?" the owner, a small chubby little woman asked from the counter. "Looking for a pet?"

"I'm not quite sure." Hamato admitted. "I can't have any-thing that takes up to much space, because I don't have much of that, neither do I have the resources to take care of any-thing to extravagant." He told.

"How about a cat?" the woman told picking up a yellow specimen from her counter. "They love keeping people company, and aren't that big."

"Oh no!" Hamato held up a hand. "I know how those cats are, jumping around making a mess, disturb you when you try to meditate, and then they are quite noisy to." He stated. "No thank you madame." He told. "Beside, I wouldn't even have the money to replace all the curtains such a creature would trash." He told in a small vague small.

"Meditate? Ah, you must be one of those feng-shui people." The lady stated.

"Not... exactly." Hamato hesitated.

"But you are all about the energy and balance and all of that aren't you?" the woman asked. "I should have known, when a Chinese enters the shop."

"Actually I'm not-." Hamato tried to correct her but was cut off.

"I know what you want." The lady told ushering towards the glass veterasiums by the end of the hall-way, containing such things as reptiles, amphibians and its likes. "Perfect for a silent environment, they'll create a balance in the atmosphere and doesn't take to much house keeping." She stated.

"Sounds great." Hamato smiled vaguely.

"May I present to you, your future." The lady smiled at him. "A gold-fish!"

Hamato frowned slightly as he was faced with the aquarium of multiple coloured fish swimming right in front of him.

"And they are nice just as decorative to." The woman cheeppered.

"No.. neither is that exactly what I am.. Looking for." Hamato admitted looking at the fish's in a frown, then his eyes fell on the tank right next to it, and his eyes widened. "How about those?" he asked.

"The turtles?" the woman asked in a blink. "Those rapid spreading pestilent no one wants, I mean." She stopped herself. "Would you like to look at the turtles sir?" she asked in a all of a sudden very polite enquiring tone.

"Doesn't take up to much space, silent, easy yet wise and smart small animals." Hamato smiled as he bowed down to have a closer look at the tank with all of the tiny turtles. "A turtle does represent wisdom you know." He informed the shop owner.

"I guess they do." The shop owner acknowledged.

"It's perfect." Hamato decided. "Just what I need."

The lady nodded as she opened the top of the aquarium, and then turned to Hamato. "Would you like to pick one out yourself?" she asked.

"Yes I would." Hamato nodded and then bowed over the glass to have a look at the turtles himself, down there.. there was a whole bunch of tiny small turtles, swimming in the water, laying down on a warmed stone, how was he supposed to pick from those?

Then suddenly, one turtle out of no-where seemed to ram into another one, and the other one responded with a full-body attack, sending both turtles into a third turtle, that had been minding its own business while eating its salad, but was now taken with in the fall down in the water, only for a fourth turtle to trip by the commotion and trip on top of all of three of them, so it now looked almost like the four small turtles had a fight in the water... yet strangely enough, none of the other turtles seemed to react at all, they just laid still as if it wasn't worth bother, while the four fighting turtles, very uncharacteristicly continuesly tried to out-manouvre each other, not looking like they were going to stop any-time soon.

Hamato chuckled for himself. "That's a lot of spirit for just a turtle." He remarked and reached down, to pick up all four of the fighting turtles.

All turtles froze as they were picked up, and as he used both hands to hold them up, all four turtles had turned around to look at his face, and for a moment, it looked like all four of them were looking him into the eyes.. some-how..

"Four turtles?" the pet shop owner approached again. "Not just one?" she asked.

Hamatos eyes didn't leave the turtles as he held them in front of him. "No, I'll take all four of them." He stated. "It would be a shame to separate siblings like that." He stated.

"Then you should take the whole tank." The shop owner pointed out.

"No, these four are special." Hamato stated. "These got a spirit." He amused chuckled to himself. "They honestly cheered me up." he remarked.

"You want a bowl for them?" the lady asked holding forward a glass bowl.

"Yes, thank you." Hamato slightly bowed his head in appreciation, and then gently, let all four small baby turtles down in the glass bowl the lady was holding out.

"You want some turtle food for them." The shop owner stated. "Even though they can survive on scrubs and worms, I think I have some-thing better out in the back." She told and turned around.

"That would be appreciated." Hamato ones again slightly bowed his head as the shop owner hurred out in the back, and Hamato raised the bowl with the turtles to where he could see them. "Now little friends, you are going to get a new home." He told them in a warm voice. "I trust you wont be to much trouble." He rolled his eyes as he lowered the bowl. "How much trouble can four turtles be?" he asked himself amused by his own dumb joke, just as some-thing rushed past Hamatos feets, he just managed to jump aside and not drop the bowl, then he looked down, and saw a little creature, fast as speeding light run through the past door. "Oh no you don't." Hamato stated and skipped forward, and then got his food under the creature to get it up in the air where he could grab it with his hand, all in one long smooth movement, all without dropping the bowl or even shake it, some-thing that would have looked impressive and out of place if any-one had seen it. "I don't think your owner would appreciate you running off little friend." He told the creature now firmly trapped in his grasp.

A slim, strong, with persistent claws, and shining black fur, rat.

That made an impressive struggle to get out of Hamatos hand, but to no help as his grip was to strong. "Now now, don't be so difficult." Hamato lectured as he held the right tightly and looked it over, it was a rather peculiar rat with white markings over it's face and a red-brown line over the head that blended into black fur, obviously this was a specific race of a rat, not just an ordinary sewer rat. That how-ever didn't stop it from trying to scratch its way out of Hamatos tight grip, which did start to hurt a bit.

"Here we are." The pet-shop owner stated as she waltzed out from the back-door. "What, you want the rat to?" she asked Hamato as he held the rat in his.

"Maybe later." Hamato told in a slight grimace by the pain of the scratches. "Rats aren't to be taken for granted you know, highly capable and intelligent creatures, animals for adaptation they say, but I think just the turtles right now." He told. "This little fellow had gotten out of its cage." Hamato informed in one last grimace handing back the rat. "Probably picked the lock open, rats are smart enough you know." He told.

"Oh for." The pet-shop owner shook her head. "Thank you sir, well, here we are, four turtles, a glass bowl, food, is there any-thing else sir?" she asked.

With a smile Hamato paid for the things, and left the shop with his small new friends. "Well, it's not much of a home I can give you." He talked to the turtles in the glass bowl in his hands. "But you don't take up to much space, so I think we'll manage."

Hamato was almost home, almost, as suddenly, a strange man walked straight into him so Hamato almost dropped his little new family, slightly annoyed Hamato looked who it was that had walked into him like that, but that man didn't even look like he had noticed as he just kept on walking.

An icing went down Hamatos back, some-thing was off about that man, very off..

Holding his turtles close, silently Hamato followed the man, down some dirty alley-ways, further into the new-york slump, until suddenly he stopped in shock as right in front of him, there was a truck, filled with a glowing substance, and around it stood several men completely identical to the first one that had bumped into Hamato, and the thing that only felt slight off before, now felt disastourus, Hamato could barely breath their energys were that much off.

Hamato stepped slightly back-wards, only to almost step on a rat, the sqeecked as it ran away, but by the sound of that squeeck, all the identical men turned around, all of their cold emotionless eyes now firmly at Hamato, suddenly two of them were mere inches away from Hamatos face where one spoke.

"Go no further. This place, is a place where you are not allowed to be, in this place. We have been seen in this place by you, so this is a place that will not be left by you." As the man spoke, two other approached from behind in an attack mode.

But what none of them had counted on was that Hamato wasn't just an average new-yorker, he was a master in nin-jutsu! With just one kick he managed to get the men away, and with another kick another man was send to the ground.

But Hamato was handicapped as he still held the glass-bowl with the turtles and that the men were a dusin at least while he was only him. At last he just hit a man with a fist, but only then realised the man had been holding a canister filled with a strange liquid, and as that canister dropped to the ground, so did the glass-bowl with the turtles, and both items broke, the green substance of the glass-canister splattered all over the place, it covered Hamato from head to toe, and from the moment it did that, as it touched his skin, the substance burned, burned as if it was acid.

Hamato screamed in sheer pain, only for that pain to go even deeper! As if the substance were going through his skin and deeper into his body, soaking into his very bones and burning every inch of him inside out, as if he was turning His insides had to be litterately twisting and turning, like his body was bending and every-inch of him were hurting as he screamed not able to comprehend any-thing else.

His face, his hands, every-thing! every last little inch of him! He felt his clothes being torn, and he let out a roar as he straightened up, as suddenly, it was all over as quick at it had begun, but in his time he had been so distracted by the surprising pain, the strange men were gone, wide-eyed Hamato looked down at himself, he was covered in.. black fur? Behind him was a.. tale? Wide-eyed Hamato looked at his hands, which resembled claws way more than a human hand. "What?" he asked as he suddenly realised.. there was only four fingers on each hand instead of the usual five, and he felt his heart race in sheer fright. "What happened to me?" he asked horrified lifting his hands to his face, frantically touching all over it not recognising the feelings one bit, what was he going to find? The torn clothes in front of him.. neither helped his horror, but it wasn't over.

In front of him, the substance of the canister was still spilled, and swimming around it was, his turtles, but they seemed to be glowing, and they seemed to be growing. "My turtles!" Hamato exclaimed as the four turtles twisted and grew, also that looked very painful, but grew they did, wide-eyed Hamato looked at their transformation, until at last it stopped, and they all resembled one year old humanoid children, standing up on their legs as if they were human.

Confused Hamato looked at them. "My turtles?" he asked in barely a whisper, and the four turned around, to look at him with huge eyes... genuinly look, they saw him standing in front of them!

Then suddenly, one of them, the smallest one whom seemed like he had spots on his face started sniffing, and then he started crying, as if he really was a scared human one year old, and soon after, the rest did the same.

At that moment, some-thing snapped inside of Hamato, he remembered, ones coming home and hearing his baby daughter crying, he remembered running to her aid, comforting the little girl, as a father always would to his child, he remembered the sound, the feeling of that moment, and it just overwhelmed him beyond words.. It was like some-thing inside of him broke apart.

"Shh.." Hamato silently hustered them as he dropped down on his knees. "Don't be scared." He asked of the turtles in his gentles most caring voice. "I promise, no harm will come to you in my presence." he assured in that soft quiet voice.

Confused the four turtles looked up at him, they looked scared as they looked at him.

"Come here." Hamato invited in a warm tone as he reached an inviting hand towards the turtles. The contains of the canister seemed to have all-ready vanished to the ground, but the turtles looked alone as they stood there, and very scared over their strange situation. "Please." He added gently.

Slowly one of the turtles, came towards him, it looked suspicious at his hand, then at Hamato, for a moment their eyes met, and the turtle looked back at the hand, to slowly reach out, and then grabbed Hamatos finger.

Hamato smiled warmly as he closed his hand around the turtles. "See, that was not to dangerous was it?" he asked, when suddenly a second turtle came running and suddenly hugged his leg tight, a third one grabbed his other leg, which left the last turtle standing.

That one circled Hamato for some-thing to grab, but then suddenly started crying as there was no legs left.

"Don't worry, we are not going to leave you behind little one." Hamato told and lifted the turtle up with his remaining arm, and at ones as the turtle was in the right height, it grabbed Hamatos neck and held close, for a moment almost chocking Hamato. "Easy." Hamato chocked.

One of the other turtles hugging Hamatos leg now looked up at him, also with wet eyes. "Up." It, or rather, he asked.

Hamato blinked. "Did you just talk?" he asked the little turtle.

"Up." The turtle replied reaching his arms up towards Hamato.

At ones Hamato bowed down and wide-eyed starred at the turtle.

Only for the other leg hugger to push the first one away and take his place as he asked. "Up!"

"Children, I'm sorry I only have that many arms." Hamato tried to tell, as the turtle holding his hand held even tighter. "But, I promise." He sat all the way down in legged position, and opened his arms towards the three turtles on the ground, still holding one in his arm. "I wont let any harm come to you." He told as all four turtles leaped into his embrace and hugged him close, holding unto his black fur as if their very life dependet on it. "Children." He whispered, as he tried to hold all of them, in a moment, that almost, sort of.. felt magical, even on top of all of the confusion that had gone prior, and the fact, that in spite of having an exceptionally clear mind, Hamato still didn't entirely know what had happened.

How-ever, magic as the moment might had been, it didn't last to long as voices and sirens approached, Hamato needed only to take one glance at his torned clothes to piece together that it would probably be for the better if he was not seen, quickly he let go of the turtles, only for them to almost start crying again. "Little ones, it's all-right I wont leave you behind, but we must get moving." He told raising up in full height caring one of the turtles.. only to stop for a minor second, some-how he felt taller! But there was no time to think about that! Hamato grabbed the hand of a second turtle, only to have two turtles left standing. "urh, here." he let go of the one turtles hand and took his tale. "Hold unto this." He offered the two turtles. "Hold unto my…" he halted. "Tale." He finished as if it was first now he realised how utterly bizarre that sentence was, but even that he couldn't think to much about as he grabbed the last turtles hand again, and with all four children made a run for it, into an alley way, but he was all-ready as far into the slumps as he could get, Hamato looked left and right, finally he looked down and saw he was standing on top of a manhole cover, quickly he dropped to his knees and let go of the turtles to remove the cover and then looked down, it was a long way down though a ladder was attached to the wall. Hamato took in a deep breath.

"One is going on my back, another on my front." He told the four turtles and just took a randomn one on his back where he could hold his neck, then position another so that could sit tight on his front. "You two, crawl after me." He tried to instruct them. "that way if you fall, I'll catch you." He assured, and jumped into the hole, grabbed the ladder, and started to climb downwards,

confused the two remaining turtles looked down the man-hole, and both looked like they were about to cry. "Don't go!" one cried.

But the other didn't even take his time to cry, as he just jumped down the hole after Hamato, and grabbed the ladder to climb down.

"NOOO!" the remaining one yelled, reaching after them, then looked over his shoulder as he sniffed, before plunging himself into the hole.. only he didn't manage to grab the ladder.

"LITTLE ONE!" Hamato yelled, feeling genuine absolute fright, fright unlike what he had felt for a couple of years it was just blinding, as the turtle child fell downwards, and Hamato barely managed to reach out an arm to grab the turtle as the child passed, only to almost make Hamato fall with the two turtles he was all-ready caring, but at last he managed to regain a grip, holding one turtle in a out-strechted arm while other turtle was clinging to his back and third to his front, Hamato wide-eyed just needed to catch his breath to get over the shock. "Four turtles, I had to have four turtles." He breathed heavily trying to get over the shock.

"Up." The one he had grabbed in the air now suddenly spoke.

"One at the time, now it's just down." Hamato breathed deeply, continuing a now much more difficult climb as he had to carry a full three turtles.

Finally they all reached the buttom, and found themselves deep down in a dark sewer, first then was Hamato allowed to breath freely again, one turtle still clinging to his back, one to his front, a third in his arm, and the last one taking his hand, Hamato walked deeper down into the sewer, trying to find a place for them to rest, deep down in the darkness, to what would become, their new home.

Further and further they walked in the darkness, on the slippery ledges of the sewer, Hamato was several times about to loose his breath as he got frightened that he would slip and might hurt the children as they seemed to continue on their nearly endless wandering.

It seemed like they had been walking for-ever as they turned a corner and suddenly.. Hamato was faced with an incredible big wide open space where no water was running through and there was no slippery ledges. It was dry, dusty.. and most importantly abandoned and empty. Wide-eyed Hamato looked around at the big found, an old abandoned sub-way station, complete with chairs that Hamato could tear apart to use the softer insides to make a soft pile where the turtles could be laid to rest, first then did Hamato managed to catch a glimpt of a metallic reflection from one of the machines, slowly he neared the place that had shined so, and dared look. "Rat." He whispered. "I'm.." he touched his face. "I'm a rat." He stated. "Why a rat?" he couldn't help asking as he looked at the white markings on his rat-like face, the long whiskers, which he now could feel vibrating in the air. "Why?" he asked again in a frown.

"Rat?" one of the drowsy turtles asked from their pile where they slept.

Hamato blinked at them.

"Rat." Another one called.

"Don't call me rat please." Hamato sighed as he walked towards them. "How correct it may be at current time, It's just not decent languet."

All four turtles looked deeply confused at him.

"To many words I assume." Hamato asked, the four turtles didn't even move, just kept looking confused at him. "I'm Hamato Yoshi." He tried to explain putting a hand on his chest.

The four turtles blinked, starring at him.

"Yo..shi?" one tried.

"Or back when I broke a lot of boards, people liked to call me Splinter." Hamato admitted, and immediately the turtles lightened up.

"SPLINTER!" they all said in unison.

"If it makes you happy." Hamato sighed sitting down among the turtles. "What do I call you?" he asked, the four turtles looked excited at him. "You are intelligent spirited lads, you need intelligent spirited names, artists name." he murmured. "I think I know, you." He looked at the one whom seemed the most child-like, whom had been the first one to cry back up at the street, and later had thrown himself in the sewer but not managing to grab the ladder, not only did he seem the most child-like but he was the smallest in seize out of all of them. "Michelangelo." He told the turtle. "And you little one." He looked at the turtle which sat right in front of him, whom had been the first turtle to step forward and take his hand, the first one who dared to take that step towards him, making the others follow suite. "A wise one, little child." He told the turtle. "Leonardo." He told. "You look a bit rough around the edges." He commented at the turtle to his left, the one that tackled his leg first, and then tried to push the others away in his fight for attention. "Raphael." He told. "And that leaves you, my little friend." He looked at the last one, the one whom hadn't managed to find neither leg nor hand to grab unto at first, but that had only left him to say the first word out of all of them, he was slightly taler then the rest but at the same time skinnier, and now looked expecting at Splinter. "You are a smart one aren't you?" Hamato asked the little one. "Donatello." He told.

"Don't go." Donatello then asked.

"I wont go." Hamato asked.

"Don't go Splinter." Leonardo echoed.

All four turtles were clinging to Hamato, almost as if their life were dependent on him staying, these were four frightened children whom had no idea what had happened so far, and just needed him there at that moment... for support, for security. For simple protection, he was the only thing between them and the big scary world out there.

Hamato exhaled. "I'll stay right here, at this spot, with all of you." He assured. "But now you need to sleep." He told them. "It's been an exhausting time, so you must sleep my children, and regain your strength."

The four turtles kept on clinging close to him, but also started to position themselves for a more comfortable position, and at last.. all four of them, fell a sleep. Snoring lightly, holding unto Hamatos black fur, Michelangelo had even decided to use his tale as some sort of a hugging bear as he snored lightly, stuffing a finger into his mouth, Leonardo had never let go of Hamatos hand in the first place, and now laid holding unto to it, even his sleep. Donatello snuggled up with Raphael, resting up against Hamato stomach and into his embrace, also snoring lightly. "I see, that's why I needed four turtles." Hamato smiled amused looking down at the turtles. "My children."