Precious
Leo stared down in horror at the child he had failed to save. The boy was young, around three years old, blonde and green eyed. Leo shuttered and nervously knelt, sheathing his swords before he checked the boy's pulse. He bowed his head and shuttered again.
Then with a tenderness that he never let his brother's see, he lifted the limp body of the boy and cradled him to his chest.
Blood stained his plastron, Leo closed his eyes, a tear falling slowly down his cheek.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
Of course the boy didn't reply. Leo turned and moved slowly toward the closest police station, the boy held protectively.
Leo stepped out of the shadows long enough to lay the boy on the steps before vanishing back into the dark. He waited, watching to make sure someone saw the child.
A woman and a few men came rushing out, the boy was taken inside moments later.
Leo turned and walked away, returning to the patrol he had been on. Sorrow tore at his heart, the paternal instinct that he had weeping for a lost child even if it wasn't his own. He grieved for the child's parents, hated himself for not being faster.
Leo found himself at home, leaning against the railing as he stared down at the water below. He sighed before walking toward the dojo, looking suddenly much older.
Don paused on his way to his room, watching his eldest brother walk toward the dojo, eyes widening in horror at the sight of so much blood.
"LEO!" he cried, scrambling forward and stopping the figure.
Leo stopped, glanced at Don and then looked at his plastron, the sorrow doubled.
"It's not mine," he mumbled before pulling away.
Don stared after Leo in shock.
"What happened?" Don whispered.
"I wasn't fast enough," Leo replied sadly.
"You know you don't always have to be a hero Leo," Don whispered softly, attempting to comfort his brother.
"Every life is precious…especially a child's," Leo replied before entering the dojo.
Don froze and bowed his head, leaning against the wall in shock.
"Oh Leo," he whispered, a few tears falling for the lost child and the parents.
"No parent should have to bury their child," Leo whispered as he began a Kata in the Dojo.
I know it's short…but…I don't know it kind of just came to me. I see all life as precious especially a child's…even if it isn't born yet. Yes, that means I don't believe in abortion, whether or not you do is your choice, but next time you go to think about how horribly cold a person is or how grouchy…just think…maybe they lost their child…maybe some one took that child away…remember life is precious.
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