Yes, it is me again. One shots keep popping into my head at work. I get about half of it written down, and then I'm left to flounder for the other half while at work. I went with this one simply because I find it harder to get into Leo's head than the other brothers. I'm a geek with a temper, though I know how to throw down and have a good time. But I can never be too serious. x3 So... how's my Leo?
Scene from TMNT '07 when Leo returns home.
DISCLAIMER: Only TMNT I own are the ones in my dreams. *sigh* Mirage owns the real thing, and I really hope they finish out the BttS season with the Shredder Wars. xD
Silence. It's the first thing that hits me as I enter the home I haven't seen for over a year. I know it's late, but not too late. Usually my little brothers are still awake at this time, either playing video games or tinkering. Then again from what April told me, they don't do much anymore, besides their jobs.
Jobs. I can see Donnie getting a job. If we needed something, Don almost never failed to deliver. Speaking of geniuses... I move forward finally, spotting purple against the recliner's patched and frayed leather. As I move into the television's light, I can see the latest issue of Popular Science open and sprawled across his face as he slept. I hold back a chuckle, realizing that Don geeks out even in his sleep.
A soft snore and a rumple of a cheese curl bag bring my attention to the sofa. "Dude," comes right after the snore, and my smile widens. Comic books and junk food litter the couch, the floor, and my little brother. My previous train of thought rumbles back to me. Why would Mike get a job, too? Then again, I take another look at the comics and junk, and find my answer.
Don suddenly makes a move, as if he were swimming in the world of his dreams. Mike's snores continue to fill the soft silence with sounds of home. Home. The word strikes a chord in me, and suddenly I must see the rest of the family. I can't hear Raphael's usual buzz saw snoring, so I turn towards the light in my father's room. My footsteps are hesitant, unknowing of the reception I will receive for my disobedience in not returning home when it was time. As my Master, I know he will not be pleased. But as my Father... I know he will be happy that I am home.
I step into the room lit with candles, the wax dripping unceremoniously onto the floor. The kanji upon the walls are meant to give enlightenment and hope when read. The paintings of traditional Japanese plants are meant to bring tranquility, and the portraits of family are meant to bring joy. My father sits behind his table, as if he knew I were coming. His hair seems a little whiter in some areas, but overall, he seems well, as he had all the years he had raised us. The thought crosses my mind to ask Donatello how our father's health had been faring, though I put it to the rear, as my father speaks. "Enter," he says, even though I already have.
I step forward more, standing before my father, who does not open his eyes.
"Kneel, my son."
I do, and with those words, I know I am home.
FIN
Review please? ConCrit for the person who normally writes third person limited?
