Title: A Revelation
Author: Red Wasabi89
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I want it anyway!
Notes: I just thought of this randomly while listening to, "How to Save A Life" by The Fray. I thought it was an utterly appropriate song for Leonardo. I don't know if it's any good but,I'd love if you read and reviewed for me! Thanks! .
Rating: K
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'What had he done?' He hadn't thought that he was so important to the family. He never thought that every thing would fall apart without him, how could he have known that he was the driving force behind them all?
He didn't realize just how much things would change with him gone, with out him there to act as a constant. All he had wanted was to get away, develop something beyond the life he had always known. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't have stayed in South America as long as he did, but he could help it. It was a new world, one without limits, he could go out in the day, he could sleep, eat and wake when he wanted. No one depended on him, except when he wanted them to. He was free.
Leonardo slowly rubbed his hands over his face as he sat down on his bed, he had paid dearly for those years of freedom. He didn't pay with blood, and for that he was incredibly thankful. If he had come back to New York to find that one of his brothers had died in his absence, he knew that he would never be able to forgive himself.
No, he didn't pay with blood, he paid with something much different. Something that hurt him just as much, as if he had paid in blood. He didn't know how to deal with Donnie's polite smile, and staring eyes as he greeted him. It was like Donatello was looking at him like he looked at a stranger.
Mickey had been even worse, that vacant goofy look that he had gave him. As if he wasn't sure how to act around Leo anymore, so he would settle on his forced over the top gleeful act. As if He didn't think that his Brother would be able to tell the difference between the real Mikey, and the fake Mikey, anymore. That hurt.
The worst had been Raphael though. He and Raph had always had a rough relationship together, but they had had a relationship at least. Both had always known, even if they refused to acknowledge it, that they loved one another. They were brothers after all, and even though they fought and disagreed, they were still always brothers in the end. But now Leonardo wasn't so sure. Raph had dismissed him. Hadn't even looked at him, acted as if he was less then a speck. Raphael hadn't even tired to hide his disdain for him, at least the others had been polite. At least they had tired to lie to him, tried to make him feel like less of a ghost. Raph had just walked right by him. That was the devastating blow.
Rough, green fingers ran across coarse blue material hat served as his blanket—when he had last slept here. He had done something that was unforgivable, he had abandoned his family. But tomorrow, he vowed, he would try to begin to make it up.