Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author Notes: Just something that popped into my head watching the new CGI TMNT movie. Spoilers if you haven't seen the movie yet! I've taken some major liberties to this scene and added somewhat, but here it is. What might Raph have been thinking after his fight with Leo on the roof?
Fault
I won the fight. I had fought honorably, and I won, but I couldn't find any joy in this victory. I had beaten the great Leonardo, the oh so fearless leader. I had finally beaten him, and I wasn't happy about it.
I broke his swords, and pinned him down. I hurt him.
His eyes were so expressive for a split second. Pain edged around the corners of his eyes, followed briefly by betrayal and then fleetingly sadness. Then what happened next spoke volumes though he never spoke a word of it. His eyes narrowed slightly, but not in anger. I clearly read what they meant.
So, you do hate me then.
He had asked why I hated him for trying to be a better leader. I didn't dispute that. I only snapped back I didn't want to be led. He thinks I hate him. I stagger away from him and run. It's cowardly and I'm ashamed, but I can't think of anything else to do.
He's my brother, I love him, and I hurt him.
I can't stay there and try and justify what I did, because the worse part is that he'd forgive me. Jumping roof top to roof top, I screech to a halt when I hear his scream. He's panicked and in pain. I scream his name before heading back in his direction.
The only glimpse of him I get is of his motionless body slung over a rock warriors shoulder. I desperately try to follow them, but quickly lose them. Falling to my knees I scream out his name in agony.
Their gone.
Leo's gone, and it's all my fault. If I hadn't taken it to the extreme. If I hadn't run and left him there sword less and alone. He might have had a fighting chance.
I need to get home. Maybe, Splinter will know what to do. I need to find a way to tell him I failed. Tell him it's my fault Leo was taken.
It's my fault Leo thinks I hate him. I missed him the most. Splinter was right when he told Leo that. When Leo stopped writing and never came home, I was worried. What if something had happened? I was also angry, didn't he care about how much we needed him? How much I needed him?
I never hated him.
I think I finally understand. I know now why Leo is the leader, why he's the favored son. Swallowing thickly, I clutched his broken swords to my chest before sliding them into the back of my belt.
I accept my faults quickly, standing with resolve and trying to find the nearest manhole.
I'm getting Leo back.