A/N: I'm speechless. Guys… you're so kind, too kind. I just, I don't know what to say. Thank you for your helpful advices for my personal computer dilemma, I really, really, really appreciate it! Thank you guys! I love you all!
I got a call for competition, so I started working on a story with original characters and plot. It's very important to me, so I have to put Frozen Hours aside for a while. But… I don't want to be inactive here. My friend and I started a game called 'Give me a word and I'll write a short story'. The game's first result is here. I was given the word 'Fight'. I just wanted to write some kind of emotional stuff. I really hope you'll like it and don't worry, I'm about to continue my multi-chapter story!
Rated T mostly for Raphael's pretty mouth.
I do not speak English fluently, sorry for my mistakes.
I do not own TMNT.
Fight
"If we fight…
… then fight for each other."
The blood was boiling up fast in Raphael's veins. He couldn't see clearly, his vision was blinded by his monstrous anger towards his brother. He was lecturing him again! He was arguing again! He was playing the mighty leader again! And what had they achieved so far? Nothing! The great leader's plans had failed. All of them were nothing but bullshit. And Leonardo wasn't the only one who couldn't bear failure. Raphael couldn't either. He blamed his brother, yelled at him, hit him, wanted him to know how idiot he was, how unsuitable he was for leadership. Because he was so… so fucking angry and no matter what he did, Leonardo remained callous like a soulless porcelain doll.
"We screwed up! And you know why, oh Fearless One? You know why? Because of your plans! You might think you're perfect, but it's time to open your eyes bro. I will not listen to you until you take a normal decision!" The red-banded turtle shouted lustily at his brother's face, but he just stared rigidly, still. No emotions mirrored on his face. Nothing. Only disappointment.
If Raphael was the fire, then he was the ice. The contradiction. But… opposites as a rule attract each other, however, the two of them were ready to kill the other because of a screwed up mission. Leonardo understood the anger of the red-clad turtle since the two younger siblings were seriously injured. And he tried to show signs of strength, though, in fact, he was afraid. Afraid that Raphael's words might be true. Because what if he was right and Leonardo was unfit for being a leader? Unfit for protecting his family?
"I understand you," he whispered softly, but that sentence only provoked Raphael with more force.
"Oh, really? It doesn't seem! Look where we are! Look around Leo! We fight with each other all the time… we fight… and the whole thing makes no sense…" The red-clad turtle collapsed on a chair. His chest was moving rapidly up and down as he gasped. His skin burned with rage, his forehead began sweating. Leonardo unpleasantly bit his lower lip, something gleamed in his eyes.
"You saying fight? You know what? You're right," he exclaimed this time, arousing the attention of his sibling with his surprisingly harsh tone. "We struggle. We struggle without stop." He looked deeply in Raph's eyes, making him uncomfortable. "But if we fight, then fight for each other…"
A/N: So… what do you think? Not all that bad for starters...(?) Give me a word and I'll write a drabble. :'D
p.s.: Have you seen Michael Bay's Ninja Turtles movie trailer? It's just me or the turtles really are… odd-looking?
Have a nice day, fellas!
~ GirlInASuit
