Turtlefreak121: The second installment of my Future Saga - saga and series are the same thing, right? I mean The Dragon Ball Z Series was called the Dragon Ball Z Saga, right? So this works out! I mean a Saga and a Series is basically the same thing according to my thesaurus...or was that Series and Sequence... (shakes head) Never mind! Anyways, this is the second part of my Future Saga - to know more about Hiro and what's happened read 'Baby Bro'. And if you want more Hiro than you're getting, you can find the lil' tot in some of my One-Shots! Until later!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed for Baby Bro!

N3-19

Chapter One

By Turtlefreak121

Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT and do not believe in taking the rights of someone else's work - but this is fanfiction, so... Hirosaka is of my invention.

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A Happy Birthday

Everyone held their breath as the woman burst through the swinging doors of the lab with her white coat flying around her. Her eyes were narrowed and her face a nasty scowl as her amber hair - still restricted within its bun - bounced behind her as her high-heeled feet clicked against the tiled floor. It was a horrible, despicable thing that was happening - and everyone around her knew that the first to get in her way would be the one she would blame - whether they did anything today or not.

Some would consider this a normal day for the tight-nit, pale skinned woman known as Barbara Jennins, but all that worked there knew what was going on - and they feared the wrath of their employer.

As she came to the white, sterile elevator, she turned around and glared at all the workers. They had rose from their seats and were standing to the sides of their seats. Her emerald eyes glared back and forth as her upper lip quivered in anger.

"What are you doing?" she roared at them - making several jump. "GET BACK TO WORK YOU WORTHLESS HOGS!"

Immediately, all the researchers scrambled to their seats and began typing relentlessly on their keyboards. Some were so nervous that they couldn't even do that and only acted like they were working as the sweat beaded off their faces - all hoping to fool the hawk-eyed woman who was glaring at them. Those without computers began glaring down at their clipboards or into the test tubes they were supposed to be watching.

Barbara let out a growl and turned quickly on her heel, causing her lab coat to fly around her before she stepped into the opened elevator where the shaking equivalent of the lab's bellboy stood waiting for orders.

She stood in a sharp, accurate manner with her arms crossed under her chest. Her eyes did not stop glaring directly forward even after the door had closed. There was a horrible, awful scowl on her face that gave this boy a shiver.

"Where to, Ma'am?" he asked in a shaky voice.

"Level Thirteen - I'm getting to the bottom of this 'N3-project' business before it gets up here!" she snapped at him in a venomous fashion.

He blinked at her and gave an awkward look. "Ma'am...we...we don't have a thirteenth floor..." he stated.

For the first time sense she had gotten into the elevator, she changed her glaring, beady eyes from the door in front of her to the young bellboy. "What was that?" she demanded sharply.

"We...don't have...a thirteenth floor..." he stated with a gulp.

She looked down to his feet then quickly analyzed his face. "You're not our regular assistant, now are you?" she said in a growl-like voice.

He slowly shook his head. "No...no, Ma'am - first day on the job..." he said nervously.

"Ah!" she said in an almost impossible to comprehend tone. "In that case..."

All of the workers looked up from their work as the elevator opened again before taking off and Barbara Jennins threw the bellboy through the white doors of the company elevator.

"CONSIDER YOURSELF FIRED!" she roared in anger before turning back into the elevator and repeating herself again. She stepped into the elevator, sharply tuned on her heels, folded her arms, and glared forward. "WORK!" she roared as the elevator bell went off and the doors began to shut - cutting the workers' vision of their boss.

That didn't make them any less obedient. Immediately, they all looked down to their business and worked tirelessly on their individual jobs. Barbara owned this operation - Plate-tech Enterprises without her would be like K-mart without Martha Stewarts. It could hold its own, but the largest chunk of the company was missing and crumbling the other parts around it.

Lifting the hidden panel under the other floors' buttons, Barbara was given a glance at the cream colored, unlabeled button that had been there all along. Without any second thoughts to interrupt her angry concentration, she harshly hit the button and backed up as the elevator began to haltingly go downwards - to the thirteenth floor.

Her glare never ceased - even after the door opened up to the dark, horrid-smelling room that was only entrance to the N3-project testing area. She took a deep smell of the decay-like fragrance and then took off again.

Again, her heels clicked against the tile floor, but she paid it no mind. She barely gave any recognition to the large, monstrous animals caged behind unbreakable glass to her left and right. Some banged on the glass as the green foam began to drip from their lips - some were so far into the progressing disease that their stomachs were opening up and allowing the acid to flow out of their bodies. After this stage there were few - even more drastic steps in the disease before they ultimately expired.

But this wasn't right - they all had their expiration dates, but none this soon. She had finally been able to create these monstrous creatures from memory after not only her greatest and most ingenious creation had escaped, but her main professor had been killed by these disguised Foot soldiers - not that that was abnormal. That alien had been wrapping his tentacles around American democracy since four years back.

She didn't care about this, though - her only concern was for her own.

Today, this involved the disease ridden creations that were surrounding her at the moment. Some were already dead - curled up into balls in the corners of their glass prisons and given death willingly - that's what sickened her the most. Not the fact that they were dying - but that they were giving up.

"Those who survive are the strong and the great..." she smirked as she continued her walk.

Her scowl returned though - because her superior for the government had sent her some extra 'help'. This was a sign of weakness - and Barbara couldn't stand the weak!

She stopped for a moment and glared forward as she saw him - the 'help'.

"Big hunk of mechanical junk..." she growled before stepping up to him and glaring at him. “I see that you have been given stronger limbs yet again, Doctor Stockman..." she growled in anger.

The large, muscle-like body turned in acknowledgement to her and the holographic face above the robotic mess raised its eye brows to her. He smirked at her anger.

"Hello, Barbara - how's it holding up - not showing signs already are we?" he chuckled.

Barbara tapped her fingers individually on her other arm as they crossed. "You are a true imbecile, Stockman - just remember I am in charge around here!" she hissed at him.

"Oh, I know alright, Miss Jennins!" Stockman stated as he glared at the brown furred, no-eyed creature banging against the glass in front of him. "Old boyfriend?" he snickered.

"Yes, actually...isn't that right, N3-24?" she stated with a twisted smirk to him.

Stockman gave her a worried look as the creature in front of them eventually coughed up to much of the green, foamy acid and had began causing his esophagus to bleed, making the creature fall on the ground, twitching in pain as blood pored over its fangs.

"How far along are..."

"Rash...it's under control with what we have so far, but those who we've given it to have only had the acid rupture postponed..." Barbara said flatly with absolutely no emotion. "Nothing is curable past that state - so far..."

Stockman looked her over. Despite her ugly personality, Barbara was quite the attractive woman - but that wasn't what he was looking for. Sure enough - only peeping out just a little under her knee-long skirt and partially concealed by the tight pantyhose was nothing less than the purplish rash - her veins were sticking up from that.

The rash was only part of Barbara's problems at the moment.

"We have a few left - but they have the rash as well..." Barbara continued. "After me...we don't have anything..." She turned to Stockman and didn't even bother to glare at his holographic head but at the tiny light interceptors in the center of his robotic chest. "Stockman, I'm a fighter - I don't go down with out a fight and this is no exception!" she declared.

He nodded. "Then I suppose we shall begin on some of those cures - now there are no other projects besides those with the first stage?" he asked.

"There's...one..." she stated with a concerned face. “Nineteen - but it escaped years ago. We've never been able to locate him..."

"Is there a chance that it has the infection yet?" he asked her.

"Not really - it was my life's work put into one. It couldn't have caught it - at least not this early," she explained.

"Give me its file, I'll profile it and from there find the most likely location," Stockman stated with a confident look.

Barbara snapped her fingers and light-like panels gleamed in front of her. She automatically treated it as a keyboard and typed in 'N3-19' into the computer. A two sided screen then showed up with a complete profile of a green skinned child - two years old. It showed a full body shot and Stockman smirked.

"It has been four years since it escaped..." Barbara explained as the words 'Not Captive' flashed in large, bold, red letters diagonally on the screen. "So we do not know what changes it's had..."

Stockman laughed. "I already know where this creature would be!" he exclaimed.

Barbara blinked. "How could you know that - you haven't even read his mental description--?"

"Let's say I have some old...friends who are the most likely source of our troubles..." he laughed as he looked at the small green child on the screen.

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The turtle yawned as he stretched and slowly turned the corner out of his room and towards the stone steps that lead to the first floor of their home. He rubbed his eyes before picking up the Sai from his belt and quickly spinning them in his hands. He stepped softly onto the floor and turned again and reached the bathroom that was actually underneath the stairs themselves.

With a few quick turns of his head he popped the bones and then stood over the bathroom sink. He sleepily blinked at his own reflection before removing his signature red mask and taking a further examination of the deep indent of skin that had grown over his vacant socket. It had many scars over it - only one was from the blow that ultimately costed him his left eye, though. The rest were from the many times it had become infected and his brother would have to operate on him to save the entire left side of his face.

Now days, though, he took better care of his eye and cleaned it with antibiotics that LeatherHead and Donny gave him. And you better believe he used them - no one sane would dare to not use them when both of the health-prone mutants lived with them along with their safety-prone father.

Sighing, at the memory of the night when he had lost his eye, Raph reached up and opened up the cabinet behind the mirror. He avoided reaching the seven toothbrushes and toothpaste and then the 'just-in-case' meds before finally pushing back some Pepto and Tylenol and obtaining reach of the clear liquid Don had been making him clean his 'war wound' with since four years ago.

With this in hand, Raph took out one of the cotton balls from the small glass container they kept them in and pressed the little ball against the now opened end of the bottle and tipped it. As the cotton ball got drenched Raph tipped it back and quickly began cleaning his eye with the antibiotics.

After catching a whiff of the stuff, Raph had to shake his head in disgust. It had to be the most foul-smelling thing he had ever smelled in his entire life! It was one of the things that was keeping him from alcohol now...

"Morning, Raphie!"

Suddenly, a small toy suction-cup arrow flew past the left side of Raph's vision and its direct bulls eye - the center of Raph's reflection.

In anger, Raph quickly turned on his heels and glared down at the small nuisance smiling his toothy-smile up at Raph. The emerald skinned terrapin then turned on his own heels and began running as fast as his gray-masked glory could take him.

"HIRO!" Raph erupted before running after his adopted baby brother. He couldn't help but smirk - when he got mad at Hirosaka, it was never for long. Still, it was fun to make the turtle-child squeal in horror. "I'm gonna get ya, ya lil' menace!"

"Oh, no!" the turtle screamed through his laugher. "Da big bad Waphie is gonna get me! Da big bad Waphie!"

"Yeah, n' he's gonna gobble you up!" Raph played along as he got within inches of catching the little turtle.

Sure enough, Hiro pulled out just enough energy to jet ahead of Raph just a few other steps before looking up and seeing his protection.

"Andale! Andale!" Hiro screamed out like Speedy Gonzales before zooming forward and straight behind Mikey's legs as the orange masked turtle tried to balance the large stack of brightly colored packages he was taking to the kitchen.

"Whoa, there lil' Bro!" Mikey laughed as Hiro grabbed Mikey's knees for protection and Michelangelo had to sway back and forth for a moment so that he wouldn't drop the presents. "What 'cha pullin' now?"

Hirosaka giggled and looked up. "Da big bad Waphie's coming after me!" he exclaimed as his face lit up with laughter.

"The big bad Waphie, huh?" Mikey laughed before setting the gifts on the couch - Hiro didn't notice. Hirosaka was one of those kids you could probably buy gifts for while he was with you. Michelangelo then lifted the turtle up and held him under his right arm before giving the youngling a nuggie. "Well, the big bad Waphie will have to wait sense you have to have your birthday party, huh?" he smirked.

"Nuh-uh, Mikey!" Raph smirked as he stood before his younger brothers. "He has ta get his for shootin' dat arrow at me!"

"But it wasn't me!" Hiro exclaimed.

"Oh, bull!" Raph said with a grin. "I watched you do it ya lil'--"

"IT WAS FAUX!" Hirosaka exclaimed through his giggles. "I'd never shoot you, Raph!"

"Oh, that's--"

"Faux, huh?" Mikey smirked as he placed Hiro down on the ground and placed his hands on his knees to be eye level with the former five-year-old. "Don't tell me he's back!"

Raph rolled his eyes. "Oh, boy..." he grumbled in annoyance.

"He is, Mikey!" Hiro exclaimed with his toothy smile.

"Mikey!" Raph groaned.

"Well, you can't get in trouble for what someone else did, can ya, Kiddo?" Mikey reasoned.

"Yup!" Hiro exclaimed.

"Mikey, no!" Raph growled before walking towards the kitchen and grabbing Michelangelo's orange mask tails on the way and starting to drag him.

"C'mon, Raph!" Mikey laughed. "He's just using his imagination!"

Faux was Hirosaka's imaginary friend - had been since earlier that year. Splinter had told them that Hiro made Faux since Shadow was off at school now and he was all alone most of the time. Raph, however, had his own theory...

"Ya know he only does da whole 'Faux' thing when he's 'bout ta get in trouble!" Raph growled.

"He's just using his imagination, Raph!" Mikey smirked. "You're just mad cause you don't have one!"

"I'll show you imagination--"

Hirosaka smirked - his target was making his way from the kitchen with a small glass of orange juice and a half eaten piece of buttered toast. He took a deep breath before running as fast as he could at the turtle.

Leo stopped when he picked up the vibes from Hiro's running feet and - with his toast hanging out of his mouth, turned his head and blinked at the running youngling. He then took a deep breath before looking straight forward again and tried to act like he was rushing off to Splinter's room. Hiro didn't buy it and ran right into Leo's legs and nearly making the turtle tumble.

Letting out a growl, Leo made his way towards the couch and chair in the television room. Hirosaka never quit walking right next to him.

"Ya know what I'm gonna do with da puppy ya got me, Leo?" Hiro started up.

Leo let out a grunt and fell back onto the couch - giving Mikey barely enough time to move Hiro's gifts. The little turtle was still too preoccupied to notice the large amount of brightly wrapped packages.

"I'm gonna play wit it! I'm gonna pet it! I'm gonna name it! I'm gonna feed it! I'm gonna--"

Sighing, Leo took another big bite of his toast - he was going to finally finish a breakfast this morning if it killed him! He bit into the toasted bread and chewed it, completely ignoring Hiro's continuous babble.

"You did get me a puppy, right, Leo?" Hiro said with a smirk.

Using the crunch of his toast to tune out Hirosaka, Leo ignored the turtle and took a drink of his orange juice.

"Let's get outta here!" Mikey whispered loudly to Raph before the two of them slowly began to back off from their oldest and youngest brother. They knew that Leo wouldn't drag a dog all the way into the lair for Hiro - but Hiro had been asking since he watched Old Yeller almost three months ago! They thought with all the brain damage the same question being repeated could cause that Leo would cave...

As Raph and Mikey began to try and escape, Hiro looked up and blinked at all the presents Mikey had. "Those mine?" he questioned.

"No - we're sendin' em to China for kids dat don't have birthdays!" Raph made up off the top of his head.

Hiro blinked for a second - worrying Mikey and Raph for a second - but he then sat back and faced Leo. "Don't forget mine!" he called out.

"Gullible..." Raph snickered with Mikey before they headed towards Splinter's room where they were hiding the party stuff.

"So did ya?" Hiro asked with that same sparkle in his eyes. "Did ya get me a puppy, Leo?"

Leo looked down to his toast and turned it over and back before sighing. "All these questions are making this less and less appetizing..." he grumbled before looking at Hiro. “I can't believe that the one day Splinter calls off our practice you make it so that I can't finish a simple piece of toast..."

"Can I have it?" Hiro asked as he rubbed his stomach. "Only Lucky Charms t'day, Leo!"

The leader rolled his eyes before passing the piece of bread to his baby brother who immediately took it and engulfed it.

"Happy Birthday, by the way, Hiro..." Leo said with a smirk before rubbing his little brother's head.

"So ya got me a puppy?" Hiro asked hopefully.

Leo reached behind Hiro's head and pulled down on his mask tails to cause the little turtle's mask to pull up in the front over his eyes.

"Hey!" Hiro giggled.

"Hiro, what did I tell you about dogs?" Leo asked seriously.

"Man's best friend?"

"Ye-- NO! I mean about dogs for us," Leo narrowed it down.

"Bu...b...but I really want one!" Hiro stated as he pulled down his mask and looked at Leo sadly. "Ya said you'd get me the bestest present ever and the bestest present ever is a dog!"

Leo frowned. "C'mon, Hiro - you'll get lots of presents. You won't even notice that there isn't a dog around here...you'll see!"

Before Hiro could answer, Don whistled from his and LeatherHead's laboratory. "Hirosaka! I told you we'd still have a short class today! C'mon before I have to give you math while you're blowing out candles!"

"C'ming, Donny!" Hiro yelled before jumping off the couch and running towards LeatherHead and Don's workplace - somewhere he spent his time causing mischief if not given 'schooling' from Don.

"Owe you one!" Leo yelled to Don as the purple banded turtle pushed Hiro along inside.

Don just gave Leo a thumbs up and continued in.

Leo sighed and kicked his feet up on the coffee table - something that was usually his pet peeve. He hated it when Hiro did that! He didn't do anything wrong! So why in the world did he feel so crappy about not getting the excitable six-year-old a dog?

He grumbled at the backwardness and realized that he was still hungry for the rest of his toast...

There came a crash from the lab and Hiro's high pitched squeal-like laughter followed by a few growled out words from Don that were impossible to catch from the distance Leo was at.

"LH A KLUTZ!" Hiro could be heard giggling.

Leo frowned - no matter how many years they spent here, Leo couldn't help but feel like they were in LeatherHead's home. He felt so awkward because he knew that they were truly only over welcomed guests to the crock’s home. However, this would mark at least four years since they had first moved in with the croc due to their old home being invaded by the Foot - as little or as much as Leo liked it.

Still, things had calmed down a lot - and now they were going to raise and treat Hiro like every normal six-year-old deserved.

After all, the Foot had slowed down their operations once Saki had become governor - and besides them, no one else knew about Hiro's existence. Perhaps besides the people that had created him, but they hadn't looked for him for four years.

Why would they want to start now?

Slowly, their elderly rat-master came walking from the kitchen to his bedroom, passing in front of Leo’s propped up feet.

“Manners, Leonardo…” the rat reminded his eldest son. “You must be a good example for your brothers…”

Leo gave a dull look to the space in front of him and then pulled his feet off of the coffee table and leaned his head back on the back of the couch to let out a deep groan.

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Turtlefreak121: Well, I'm working on being more descriptive with my pieces... ANY WHO hope everyone liked it and...

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