Rules:
1. Nothing too mature. I'd like to keep it rated T. Nothing rated M.
2. No yaoi or yuri. I am not very comfortable with writing about either of them. However, I will allow brotherly t-cest.
3. No AUs of your own. However, if you want an non-specific AU story, I will allow it. (ex. Dystopian future, fanasty, sainw, et cetera.) OCs are only an exeption if you give a description with your request.
4. They have to be oneshots. No novel length stories. If you want a certain oneshot continued in another part, let me know.
5. Be descriptive. That way, you can get what you want.
6. The stories will take place in the 2k12 universe, were ether you like it or not. I'm more familiar with that universe.
This is for your enjoyment and practice for me in the future.
This oneshot is rated T.
He took another sip of the bottle. Had he been able to see, his vision most likely would have been blurred. That was one perp of being blind, he guessed. He couldn't see the disappointed look of other people.
Sip.
All his life, people had looked up to him. He had to set a good example for his brothers, he had to be the best in the class. He had to be perfect. A perfect leader could not fail his team, his family. It was impossible. He sure screwed that up.
Sip.
They had depended on him, all of them. And he did do nothing. He did not stop Donatello from leaving, Mikey from turning bitter, Master Splinter from dying, or Raphael from taking away his vision. He failed them.
Sip.
He lost everything. Yet he plowed on. Like a soldier during battle, he continued with his life. Learned to live with his blindness, and use it as an advantage. He slowly began rebuilding his life. Only for it all to be taken away from him again.
Sip.
Those children, they were so young, so innocent. They looked up to him, depended on him. And could do nothing but stand and listen to their blood-curling screams. To think, their lives could have been spared had he murdered Shredder when he had the chance.
Tears came to his eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, as tipped the bottle for another sip. No liquid came to meet his lips. Empty. Guess he would have get another bottle.
He stood up from the crate he was sitting on, and took a step forward.
He fell.
The blind drunk made no move to get up. What was the point? He couldn't even walk without falling on his face.
He shivered in surprise as a couple of hands suddenly flipped him over onto his shell, as well as into someone's lap.
"What happened to you, big brother?"
His eyes widened in shock as he reconized the owner of the voice. The empty, blue orbs soon narrowed as he pushed the person away, struggling to crawl away.
"Get... away from me..."
His blind eyes could not see tears flowing freely down Donatello's face.
This is my version of the sainw universe.
In it, Donatello had lived in the horrible universe for 22 years, but developed a type of amnesia, leaving a 15 year old Don in a 37 year old Don's body.
This is also based on a picture I saw on DA.
Can you guess who the blind drunk is?
Requests are now open.