We Wait...
One night, one of the brothers never came home. And now the others still waiting for him every night that year to come home.
Notes: Based on the 2003 cartoon, comes with character death.
Donnie
Always it brought a sense of calm to his normally active mind, the turning of the wrench into the hole to bring the parts together. His fingers waltzing over the keyboard in a sequence of numbers of the 1's and 0's in making a new program in his creativeness. It was perhaps the sense of breathing a form of life into these gadgets he made, execute in the use of his mind as only he could.
He had never been gifted like these brothers when it had come to the ninja training his father had taught them. To in the start to keep them safe from the outside world, to live in shadows and move in and out of them. Later used to save numerous times their very world from everything to evil aliens to demons out of Japanese folklore.
More also was his drive to keep the peace, the unwillingness to bring in pain or death even to a foe. Perhaps his father seeing this pacifist nature had trained in the bow staff, a weapon he could use in their training and not kill. Well by logic you could kill with it, any hard blow to the head could do that. Just it made him more aware of what he could do and the trail of his actions when they did fight.
Awareness came to him in both a good and also the bad outlook on his views when it came to his brothers. It had caused some ripples in their lives at times, that shifting point of view. He, always trying to walk the path of peace as his father might say at times.
And what had that cost them? His choice for peace now having become regret in this life. Pausing, he looked at the toaster that had been broken and repute together like Frankenstein monster, parts coming and gone. The once silver service full of scratches, the left corner tended when thrown during a family fight between Ralph and Leo years ago. The idea of a simple machine, that he could or his family could have gotten a new one had come and gone over the years. How long had this toaster been with them? How many times had he fixed this thing, giving it a new cord on life?
The blur of his reflection looked back on him, bubbled and torn in the guilt as he touched the dented corner. Feeling a smile, a smile of sadness in the memories of a whole family laughing around the table, eating and teasing the other as brothers do in the normal moments of their lives.
Now one of them would never walk throw that door, never to laugh with his family. Donnie paused, feeling that guilt of that night in his soul, the pain still raw even months now, such as the actions, his actions that night that caused that loss. Turning his gaze to the door, knowing that they had waited for him to walk through like always, even with all the odds against it ever happening. Waiting on the seeds of hope that guided their lives in the darkness of times now going out.
He would always wait, hoping while fixing a dead toaster that his family would be whole once more.