Brother at arms, or in them…

Disclaimer: I do not own any form or variation of TMNT, I do not own anything! And kudos to OneCutePug for her editing advice. Italics are flashbacks.

"Raph,'' I whispered through the stone wall. "You there...?" Often he wouldn't answer me, but I would ramble on anyways, hoping the monosyllable words and scientific talk would provide a soothing enough lullaby. It was a year ago, maybe more or less, but we didn't quite remember. So busy we were fighting off the Foot Clan's growing recruitment. That was the time when Raph would whistle at girls from the sewers and Donny would be pining over April, but happiness is never meant to last, and Raphael was no different.

Raphael's POV

Spike was running on the bed, I couldn't help but laugh at his "moves". But Spike's ninja moments weren't the only reason for my good mood. I had gotten to talk with Donny alone last night. And all hell had broken loose as soon as his lips had perfectly parted. I was lost in visions of a... rather close brotherly relationship. I heard him mention Spike and how tender I was towards him. And that is when he said he loved me.

He really is Donatello, if he had his head up in the stars like that, thinking they would allow us to be together.

I could hear the door creak open and tentative steps approach. "Oh Donny, I'm sorry about last night… I want to be together. I do!" A screech interrupted me as Splinter stood in the doorway. The smell of pizza was wafting through the air, but it seemed to be a gas, ready to explode from the heat radiating from Splinter. "Donny," I slithered out, my calmness seemingly unnerving next to the sound of Michelangelo's yelling at the TV.

Donatello appeared at Splinter's side. I had a bad feeling in my gut, like the food poisoning I got after being dared from Mikey to eat a week-old pizza. Did… I just say that to Splinter?!

"I have no idea what he's talking about, Master Splinter. I think he's lost it!" Donny seemed to move in slow motion after that. Turning and giving me a small smirk, sliding the knife of betrayal deeper into my back.
I don't know why, but I advanced quickly, foolishly. And there was no honorable warrior left within me when I attacked my brother.

Moments later I was standing over a partially-conscious Donatello, crimson blood pooling around him, his smirk still half-painted on his face…