"We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching
But you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Give you up, give you up
Give you up, give you up
Never gonna give,
Never gonna give, give you up
Never gonna give,
Never gonna give, give you up

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand."

Michelangelo stopped singing, panting heavily. After a few seconds, he raised his head and gazed at everyone. He had put his heart, soul and liver into his performance and he desperately hoped that they could see this. He stared at them, grinning, hiding the sick anticipation inside of him. He longed to hear their comments but dreaded them at the same time. What if his best hadn't been good? What if putting his all into it had been a waste of energy? What if... what if... what if... He resisted the urge to clutch his head and hear it pound out his future. He couldn't dwell on what could be or could have been; he had to listen to reality, no matter how much he didn't want to.

"Dat was awful," Raphael told him. Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Anyway, it looks like Leatherhead isn't returning any time soon," commented Don, sighing and shaking his head as he thought of his friend. "If only he had listened to my warnings..."

"If I remember correctly, you didn't do anything to stop him from going," stated Bishop, though he wasn't complaining. Who could complain when the ending result was Leatherhead going away indefinitely?

"Do you want the party or not?" snapped Don, his cheeks darkening slightly. Admittedly, he hadn't really attempted to stop him from leaving, but if he had tried he would have.

"In fact," Bishop pressed on, adjusting his sunglasses so he looked even cooler than usual, "you were the one who kicked him out of the class in the first place."

"Well..." Don chewed on the inside of his cheeks worriedly. "I'm... sure he's alright. Look, let's have that party I mentioned earlier to celebrate his graduation. I know that usually when one has one, the person graduating is present... but this will have to be different."

Everyone cheered, and Don was sure he heard someone shout, "You're the best!" He closed his eyes and absorbed the joy in the room with his skin, breathing deeply out of his mouth. Yep, nothing could ruin his mood. Nothing. Not even an angry brother bursting into the room.

Angrily, Leonardo burst into the room. He raised his right hand to his forehead and surveyed the room, obviously searching for something. While the students and Renet stared at him, stunned, Don cleared his head and found his voice.

"Um... Leo?"

Leo saw him and smiled briefly, before gazing around the room furiously. Having recovered from the sudden arrival of his brother, Raph said, "Yo Leo, what'dya doin' here?"

"Yes, you do not have problems of the anger kind," Karai added.

Leo allowed his concentration to be broken and glared at her coldly. He chose not to ask what she meant by that and was about to continue whatever it was he was doing when he blinked at her. Then, he looked at Bishop and Shredder, confused. Leo considered everyone in the room before confronting Don.

"What the shell is going on?"

"I'm trying to teach them how to control their tempers," explained Don. "Emphasize on 'trying'. They've gone out of their way to make this lesson a living boy band concert!"

Leo frowned at him. "Oh really?"

"Yeah..." Don nodded slowly, hating the evil look he was receiving. It meant that he was doing something that his brother disapproved of... but what? He was standing straight and his legs weren't too far apart. He had washed his mask a week before the first lesson. He wasn't fast asleep in his lab when he was meant to be in the dojo. What on Earth could be annoying his brother this time? It could be practically anything!

Reading his mind, Leo pointed at the others without saying a single word. Don's eyes followed his outstretched finger, and when he saw what Leo was irritated at... well! His eyes popped out of his sockets, and it took him ten seconds to put them back in. He pressed his jaw back so it was closed... and narrowed his eyes. He shouldn't have been so surprised... He should have seen this coming...


... was jumping up and down on their desks, throwing sharp objects and pastry deserts at each other. They were yelling at the top of their voices to the extent that you couldn't make out any words.

"No!" yelled Don, his cheeks darkening as he ran up to them. He began waving his arms crazily, like a crazy thing waving its arms. He could still see Leo's expression in his head. "Stop! What are you doing?"

"Throwin' shurikens at each other," answered Raph, ducking as a custard pie sailed over where his head had just been. "Why?"

Don groaned, his students' and Renet's voices not quite disguising Leo say, "I am very disappointed in you, Don."

Don bowed his head.

"... Why didn't you tell me you were such good a teacher?"

Don's head snapped up. Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking just as surprised as the nerdy turtle.

Leo beamed at him, shaking his hands so hard that Don's shoulders became dislocated. "Don't look so astonished, little brother! It's obvious that you are making them unleash so much anger and energy that they won't be able to be angry later. It's genius! You obviously got that from me."

Everyone sat behind their desks as Don nodded slowly. He wasn't lying as such... he was just stretching his neck in an up and down movement.

Leo backed away. "Don't mind me. I'm just going to observe your little game."

"This isn't a game," Don told him, irritated. He was trying his best to tutor his peers so the world was a better place, and Leo thought it was a mere game? Did Leo not think that he was capable of leading an anger management session? Just because HE was the younger brother, didn't mean that he played games and didn't benefit society.

"Of course it isn't," Leo reassured him brightly. "This is very, very sewious."

Don glared at him but chose not to correct him. He clapped his hands, earning himself some sniggers that sounded like 'Clapatello'. "Okay, so far... the lesson hasn't gone very well."

"What about the party?" barked Shredder, making to slam his fists against his desk. He remembered too late that he had broken it earlier and fell onto a pile of splinters. He raised his head, trying to remain dignified. "You promised us a celebration."

Don glanced at Leo. He had thought that the others would forget about it within a few seconds, like they did with most things. "Uh... no I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"Are you calling my little brother a liar?" asked Leo heatedly. "What's more likely: an evil supervillain lying or my little brother not telling the truth? I know! It is you who is spinning tales. Do you take me for an idiot? I know what is the truth."

Raph would have revealed the truth, but the fact that Leo had unwittingly called himself an idiot was too great. So he just smiled pleasantly.

Shredder also thought this and got up, fuming. In any case, he doubted Leo would believe him anyway. He sat at Leatherhead's desk and aimed his eye lasers at Leo's crotch.

"Thank you," Don said. "Okay, so lemons are-"

"You're welcome," Leo interrupted.

"... Okay." Don averted his gaze and concentrated on the lesson. "In 1984, Peter..." He stopped, wondering what on Earth he was talking about. He shook his head and changed the topic. "We have tried doing a gameshow, role play and discussing the roots of your anger, but this has proved to be unsuccessful. I have hopefully come up with an idea that-"

"Wait!" Leo suddenly raised his hand. "I just remembered why I came here."

"You had a reason?" asked Bishop, raising his eyebrows. Renet mimicked his movement, but she smiled while she did it.

"Earlier, somebody questioned one of my acts of honour." Leo's face instantly flushed. "I used my honadar to-"

Mikey blinked. "Your what?"

"Is that like some sorta African bird?" asked Casey. He burst out laughing but managed to add, "Or... or is it your girlfriend's name?"

"Leonardo does not have a girlfriend," Karai snarled. She coughed, ducking her head. "I mean... It would be hard to... get one... most girls do not go... go... for humanoid turtles... They tend to be too afraid... Anyway, I spy on him... watch his every move... In... in... in case... he, uh, tries to... kill my father again."

She decided to shut up.

Shredder stared at her before laughing cruelly. "Excellent, Karai! It's good to know where your loyalties lie... With me! Leonardo and his blasted family do have an obsession with killing me!"

"We have an obsession with killing you?" Raph stood up, knocking his chair to the ground. "What about you?"

"I don't have an obsession with killing myself," Shredder replied. "Stupid."

Don stepped forwards, patting the air like it was a kitten. "Let's... not fight. I know we're sworn enemies with the Foot, but..." He didn't know how to finish his sentence and paused, pondering this.

"I'm sick of learnin' stuff that I don't care about!" Raph yelled, getting out his sai and twirling them. "First I get stuck here when I could be doin' other thin's, then lots of weird stuff happens... then we don't get a stinkin' party and now yer tickin' me off! Do ya know how long I've been resistin' the urge to beat you up?"

Shredder opened his mouth.

"Since the last time I beat you up! Screw managin' anger, I'm gonna defeat you!"

Raph lunged at Shredder, who ran towards his enemy rapidly. Don would have shouted at them if he hadn't been so wrapped up in his thoughts. He still didn't know how to finish his sentence and it was really irritating him.

Mikey got out his shell cell and ordered pizza. Pizza was a good way of distracting himself from what was happening around him. As soon as the heavenly sauce dripped onto his tongue, he was in paradise. He felt warm and cheerful even when he didn't have a reason to be. It cheered him up and helped him be happy, which made other people happy. Happiness is a disease, you know. If he ate pizza, then maybe everyone would be happy like him and calm down.

Leo watched Mikey and sighed. Typical Mikey, thinking about pizza when Shredder was about.

"Go Raph!" bellowed Casey, jumping up and down as he watched them duel. "You kick his butt!"

"Go father!" bellowed Karai, who did not jump up and down as she is too self-conscious. "You are more experienced than him, so you will most likely win!"

Bishop couldn't care less who won, mostly because he despised the pair of them. He began thinking of balloons and how to stop the wind from blowing.

Casey caught sight of him and gulped. He wished he could read minds; then he would know what Bishop AKA the Devil was plotting. He appeared to relaxed; no one else would have even began to imagine that he was scheming a scheme that would corrupt the world. Only Casey, everyday man that hung out with inhuman creatures, knew. It was his duty to make sure that the world was safe. Not the turtles'. Not an original character's. His. He giggled, feeling special.

Renet picked her nose, yawning.

Raph panted, feeling his life force drain away. He shuddered, his body quaking violently. He was losing... he didn't want to admit it, but he was... though he could still win. Shredder had just attacked him, which meant that it was his turn. He still had a chance. He could still achieve victory.

Taking a deep breath, his slowly looked at the object in his hand. He smirked, struggling to keep in the joy he was bursting with.

"I summon Celtic Guardian in attack mode!"

Shredder widened his eyes.

He hadn't seen that coming.

"Now I activate the magic card 'Destroy all of Shredder's monsters'." Raph flashed him a piece of yellow paper drawn on with biro. "That means I can attack yer life points directly. You lose!"

"YOU CHEATED!" Shredder shrieked, throwing his Yugioh card deck onto the ground. "CELTIC GUARDIAN ISN'T A REAL CARD. You have given me one more reason to erase your existence, turtle!"

Raph sneered, "Whatever. I still won."

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah okay. Just don't be a sore loser next time."

"I won't, because I'll win!"

"... That doesn't mean we have to risk our lives every time we're in the same room as them," finished Don. He saw that everyone wasn't tearing each other apart and beamed. "Excellent. If you have something you wish to share, do it now. I'd rather there wasn't any distractions later."

Chaplin, who was wearing an eye patch, groggily raised his hand.

Don frowned at him. "You're not a pupil here."

"I know, but I'm here because you forced me to come. You put me in that box, remember?"

"And why," continued Don, "are you wearing a bad pirate costume?"

"Because your brother threw a sai at my eye earlier," he explained impatiently. He drummed his fingers against his knee and said before the subject changed, "I was wondering whether I could leave so I could get medical attention."

Don frowned even more. Chaplin coughed into his hand.

"I mean, I can't see out of it so I-"

"If you take off your pirate costume, you'll be able to," Bishop interrupted. "You can't see through white cloth unless you're Superman."

"Excuse me," Leo said, glowering. "I was talking before about my honadar, which detects honour, when you all began talking about-"

He was cut off by a loud buzzing sound.

"There's a fly in the room!" exclaimed Casey, as though he doubted anyone else had the intellect to figure that out. "I hate flies! They always buzz and it does my head in! I'm gonna kill it!"

He got out his baseball bat and began running around the room aimlessly. Raph got out his sai and aimed at what he thought was the fly. He bit his tongue and tossed it as hard as he could.

Leo crossed his arms. No one ever appreciated him. They never listened to him, even when he had something serious to say. And someone insulting his honour was very serious. How was he going to sleep at night, knowing that someone didn't think he was honourable? He lived for honour and was proud of it. He would have to find inner peace and who knew how long that would take? The last time he had looked for it, it had been a long, hard, brutal journey. He groaned but knew he had to accept the task. Alone. Obviously he wasn't going to find it here, so he had no reason to remain here. He hated doing pointless things.

Don watched Leo leave the room and turned to the others. "You see? Your insane-"


"Hey, give me back ma sai! Yer stainin' it with yer blood!"

He raised his voice. "You see? Your insane behaviour has caused-"

"Pizza delivery."

"That's mine! Mmm... radish and strawberry sauce toppings..."

"The pizza you hold in your hands, Michelangelo, is the most disgusting food I have ever witnessed the existence of."

"Want some?"

"If Karai has some, then I, as her father, must have some too! It's the law!"

Don tried banging his bo staff against the ground, but it didn't work. He even clapped his hands. He didn't even receive a grin.

He was about to give up when a portal opened. Everyone stared as Leatherhead's bruised and battered body came out of it.

PeanutButter13 When the 2k3 series first aired, I wasn't even it double digits and I understood the plot perfectly, dark plots and all. That part was just Don sharing the view of 4Kids or something. Don't take it to heart. :) I know it's not necessarily true.

I have been neglecting this fanfic; however, now school's finished and I can't access my other stories until I get a new SD card reader, I have more time on my hands. XD

Oh, and I rickroll'd you all.