Hey there. I started writing this for a suggestion, and I think I kinda like the plot. It's just something about the dark side of leadership. I really hope you'll like it. :)
The story is an overlap between the 2k12 and 2k7 version of TMNT.
Splinter is OOC!
(I'm just practicing English writing, please don't judge me for the mistakes!)
Rated T for later updates.
I do not own the turtles.
1. The decision he had made
"Could I be the leader?"
He shivered as the voice full of hope split through his mind, compelling him to tense his already tight muscles before he would tremble again. He had been only fifteen years old when he had asked a person that question, a person who was standing in front of him—his cold eyes crushed his ribs. An inexperienced fifteen year old kid, who had had no idea what he had volunteered for. Back then the words had sounded honey-glazed in his ears, but after receiving the title, the mask fell down, revealing the truth. Because reality is always different than it first appears. Always. And he, the nineteen years old Hamato Leonardo was already well aware of that. His aching limbs, the bitter taste of his blood in his mouth didn't let the illusion created by reality fool him. Because he was walking on difficult ground.
He was the leader of the family—the responsibility had shifted on his shoulders. He had never thought liability would be such a weight. He had never thought his life would change by a decision. Because it had been his choice. He had posed the question without thinking over the attendant consequences. And now, he truly realized what he had wanted so much for himself. Extra training. Deprivation of liberty. Pain. Injuries. Torturing responsibility. Pain. His brothers' disapproval. And that sharp pair of eyes, which made him choke every time. Always. Even now.
"You're tense. I expect an explanation." That voice, the voice of the master of his own was too much influence on him, his stomach convulsed, he felt the salty sweat slowly rolling down his cheeks. The blood beating in his ears caused headache.
"Lack of sleep," he breathed the reply as determined as he could. The master's gaze pierced his chest harder, his hand gripping the walking stick.
"Are you exhausted? Perhaps this role is too hard for you." He meant it as a statement, though—it sounded like a question. The leader balled his hands into fists, lowering his head. "A leader must always be aware of the consequences of his decisions. Are you aware of that?"
"Yes, Sensei," Leonardo responded firmly, as if hatred was hidden in the spoken words. "My job is to protect my team members. Their needs are always more important than mine. I am willing to do anything to protect them from danger and endure the hardship imposed on me in this regard." The master listened patiently, then nodded, but it didn't seem like he was pleased.
"If you really can endure, then I ask the question again. Are you exhausted?"
"No." I'll protect them from danger… from you.
What do you think? Want me to continue?
Until next time. :)
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