Donatello was just starting to dry himself off from his shower when he heard a knock at the door, followed by a click as the door was unlocked. 

Nobody ever knocked the door. He was a prisoner, not a guest; he didn’t have any say in who entered the room. For a few moments he stared at the door in confusion. When no one opened it he walked over and opened the door slowly.

The person behind the door was the first female he’d seen since he’d been captured, and she was unmistakably a Kame. Her skin was dark, but a soft forest green and her eyes were a dark reddish-brown colour. Donnie couldn’t help but think that she looked a bit like Raph.

Kame tended to have darker skin then the turtles of his clan and red and orange eyes were also a kame trait; though throw-back genetics weren’t unheard of, the combination was almost purely for Kame only.

“Donatello?”

“Yes?” He pushed the door all the way, holding it open for her to get though.

“My Name is Mei Pieh Chi De Milo.” She smiled, walking past him to place a bundle of clothes on the bed. “Did Leonardo tell you I was coming?”

“Yeah.” He shut the door behind her but stayed across the room from her. “People don’t normally knock the door.” He muttered quietly.

She turned around to get a better look at the olive-coloured slave, tilting her head slightly as she took in his appearance.

His skin was lighter than Leonardo’s, his deep brown eyes shining in comparison. He was slim but with some visible muscle; he worked out, but Donatello clearly wasn’t a fighter. 

Since he was naked she could see that his skin was almost completely unmarked; save for a few minor scars around his hands and arms. Such a contrast from the battle scarred warriors she was used to seeing. 

Donnie was still drying off from his shower, his cheeks darkened with embarrassment as he stood naked, shifting nervously as he felt her looking over him.

“Do you need help getting dressed?” She asked kindly, gesturing to the bundle she had left on the bed.

Donnie frowned as he looked from her short light blue kimono to the pile of clothes on his bed. Most of his ‘clothes’ just looked like strips of cloth, he nodded his head nervously, very much aware that he was stood naked in the presents of a girl.

“You’re very shy for a pleasure slave.” She observed, picking out a wide strip of pale purple fabric from the bed and gesturing him closer. 

Donnie didn’t answer as he walked across the room, his eyes cast to the floor instead of at her. He was grateful when she wrapped the fabric around his waist. “Leonardo kept your old clothes.” She informed him, slipping two metal rings onto his own brown obi before tying it around his waistline. 

Donnie nodded his understanding. Although the two clans were enemies, both of them followed a strict code of honour. If a member of the opposite clan was killed, then their belongings were taken to the gates of their settlement so that their family could receive them.

The fact the Leonardo had kept his clothes meant that his father knew he was still alive.

His eyes roamed over the remaining pile of fabric, stopping on a familiar deep purple band. He reached out to take it but his hand was stopped before he reached it.

“Masks aren’t allowed to be worn inside the settlement.” She frowned, picking up the bandanna and twirling it in her fingers thoughtfully. “I’m surprised Leo kept this.” She mused, pausing before tying the mask around Donnie’s bicep.

Donatello gently ran a hand across the purple bandanna on his arm, smiling softly at the familiar fabric. 

“What does purple stand for?” Mei asked curiously. “Each of your brothers wore a different colour.” She explained, seeing Donatello’s confused look.

“Intelligence.” Donnie sighed, realising that it didn’t mean anything anymore, his hand dropped from the bandanna back to his side. “Purple is the colour of intelligence. Orange is agility, and red… Red is strength.” He tried not to think about Raph, wanting to concentrate on making sure that Mikey was okay first.

“Our clan could use more intellectuals.” She smiled genuinely. “I look forward to picking your brain some time.”

“That’d be nice.” He admitted, starting to feel more comfortable around her. He returned her smile shyly as he reached over to take a royal blue leather collar from the pile. “I don’t know enough Kame to have a long conversation with Leonardo.” He froze, not sure if he was allowed to use his name or if he was just supposed to refer to him as ‘Master’. When she didn’t react he assumed that it was fine.

The collar didn’t have a clasp on it. Instead it had two metal loops attached to each end of the leather strip. 

“I’ve been trying to get him to learn English for years.” She sighed, tying a knot at the end of one of the thin strips of fabric, repeating it with a second strip. “He has allowed Michelangelo to teach him these last few weeks.”

Donnie nodded; he’d noticed Leonardo’s English getting better. He was happy that Mikey was teaching him; if Leo was allowing Mikey to teach him than Mikey couldn’t be suffering that much.

“How come you’re so fluent in English?” Donnie asked, looking down at the collar in confusion.

“I act as a translator for the clan. I’m fluent in most common languages in the area.” Mei took the collar from Donnie. 

She gently wrapped the leather around his neck and slipped the two strips of fabric through the loops, the knots keeping the fabric from passing all the way through. He could feel her wrapping the fabric through the loops before bringing the fabric around his front, crossing the strips across his plastron to tie around the loops she’s slipped onto his Obi.

“Thank you Mei…” Donnie trailed off as he tried to recall her full name. “I’m sorry. I can’t remember all of you name.”

“Mei Pieh Chi De Milo. It is a long name.” She admitted with a laugh. “It always thought it was long before I became a Milo.”

“A Milo?” Donnie tilted his head curiously.

“Milo is my husband’s name. De Milo means that I am joined with the Milo family.” She explained, straightening the fabric around his waist. “If it is easier for you to remember, you can call me Venus.”

“Venus?” Donnie repeated, chuckling as he picked up on the joke. “As in the Venus De Milo sculpture?”

She seemed surprised that he had picked up on the reference, but nodded her head, smiling brightly. “Your brother called me it because he can’t remember my full name. He said that it was a sculpture created by his namesake. I’ve decided to adopt it as a nick-name.”

Donnie hesitated as she clasped two cuffs onto his wrists. The cuffs weren’t too tight; they were covered in a soft material so that the metal wasn’t uncomfortable against his skin. Each cuff had a metal ring hanging off it. 

Biting his bottom lip nervously, he tried to find the best words to ask his question.

“How is Michelangelo?”

“I…” Venus sighed, shaking her head as she stood from the bed. “It would be best for you to hear from him, yourself.”

“But…”

The door to the room swung open, cutting off their conversation to reveal Leonardo, his eyes silently gliding up and down the olive-coloured body of his slave as he approached them, taking in Donatello new attire. 

Leonardo silently gestured for Donnie to twirl around. Once he’d completed a full circle Leonardo gently tilted his chin to place a light kiss on his lips.

“Beautiful.” Leo complemented, making the younger turtle blush, realising that Venus was watching them.

She cleared her throat to get their attention. “As much as I’d love to watch Donatello perform.” The slave in question suddenly found the floor very interesting as he tried to hide his embarrassment. “I think he would like to see his brother now.”

Leonardo glared at her, but there was no anger in his eyes; he seemed amused. 

The two of them had a quick conversation in Kame which Donnie couldn’t translate, though he heard his and Michelangelo’s names mentioned a few times.

The two kame started walking towards the door; Donnie hesitating until Venus gestured for him to follow.

Leonardo once again tilted Donnie’s face to look at him as they stopped at the door. “Outside of this room you are to refer to me as Master. Do not speak unless spoken to and stay by my side unless instructed otherwise. Do you understand?” He spoke slowly to give Donnie time to translate, letting his hand drop from his slaves chin as Donnie nodded his understanding.

Venus opened the door for them, locking it behind her before following them down the corridor.