A/N: UPDATE (2-22) Due to certain guidlines kindly brought to my attention, I have removed the song lyrics. It's a bit of a bummer, but breaking rules and risking the fate of a fiction-not my style. Each chapter basically features the verse followed by the chorus (repeated three times). I hope keeping that in mind while you read helps!

Hurricane, Part One

(Based off the song Hurricane by 30 Seconds to Mars.)

They'd just had it out. Again. This time Leo was the one who needed to get away, to take a breather.

Like usual, the argument had started small. Leo had bested Raph, as was the norm, and Mikey rubbed it in all day and into dinner. That was when the storm started to build.

Raphael hadn't been at the top of his game recently, Leo knew. This frustrated the red-clad turtle, increasingly so every time he lost a spar. Tonight had been his breaking point.

When his usual threats fell short of silencing their joker brother, Raph snapped. He sent his plate flying, the pizza, his soda. Overturned the table. Leo immediately stepped in, wary that the outlandish behavior would disturb Master Splinter's before-dinner meditation.

It did.

Soon the rat appeared in the doorway to find his two eldest sons circling each other amid a mess of broken china, toppled chairs, spilled drinks, and trampled pizza. Raphael threw profanities and curses, with a few swings here and there. Leo avoided each attempted physical strike and returned powerful verbal blows of his own.

"Enough!" Both turtles froze, one in mid-reach for his sais. Their glares never left the one another. "Enough." Master Splinter said again, a deadly warning in his voice.

Leo looked away first; Raph stalked from the room, giving their sensei a wide berth.

And, as fast as it had begun, the fight was over. No less like every other fight.

While Don and Mikey picked up the pieces of the kitchen, Leo ashamedly followed Master Splinter back to the rat's chamber. He took full responsibility for the incident, claiming he'd known something had been bothering Raphael, yet he did not confront him.

Now he gazed down upon a nocturnal New York City, not really seeing any of the rural landscape. From above came a steady weeping as the clouds released their grief. This too Leonardo did not detect; his mind was far away, below ground, in their makeshift kitchen.

"I wish I'd neva been mutated!" Raph had spat. "Spendin my days eatin lettuce as somebody's pet woulda been far better than always bein second best ta you!" The words kept ringing in his ears. "I don' need dis an' I sure as Hell don' need you, any o' you!"

He didn't mean it. He never meant anything he said when he was angry. Still, that hurt. The expressions on Donny and Mikey's faces had shown they were also hurt by their brother's words.

I wonder if you realize how much your temper injures those around you, Brother. Sometimes, I wish...I wish you were different, more in control of your actions. It's like you're drowning in your own fury...

This building happened to be quite tall and quite isolated. Perched on the ledge, deep in thought, Leo was glad how quiet the city was that night. He felt more alone without the constant noise. In many ways, this made up for his recent lack of sleep.

Never mind the cold rain licking his skin, or how his vision blurred in and out from staring too long, or how his ears wouldn't stop ringing with Raph's utterances. Never mind how late it must be or what was waiting for him back home. For once, he found comfort in the otherwise hated natural shower.

Perfect. Why was it always raining when they went topside? Running around getting drenched every other night really sucked, in Raph's opinion.

"Remind me again why we're out here?" Mikey whined.

"Because," grunted Raph, "Splinter wants ta give us anotha lecture or somethin an' Fearless has gotta be there." They could never do anything without the glorious Leonardo. It pissed Raph off to no end. "'Sides," he added as a bitter afterthought, "I got a knuckle san'wich with his name on it."

"You mean if you can actually hit him for once?"

"Can it, Einstein!"

Despite the threat, Donatello looked worried. "It's not like Leo to not answer his cell."

"Did ya leave a voicemail?"

"Haha, you're so funny. He's turned it off."

Leo never turned off his cell. Ever.

Ah, Hell.

Now Mikey turned his worried eyes to Raph. "What do we do?"

The turtle with the purple mask answered. "I've got his cell's location. That way!" Donatello set out in a north-east direction without another word, Mikey close behind and Raph... trailing a bit.

"You think...he's...in trouble?" Asked the orange-clad turtle between bounds. They were sailing across the rooftops at a fairly decent pace.

Raph gave a sarcastic laugh, performing a mid-air somersault onto the next roof. "Fearless, in trouble? Ya kiddin? He's prolly jus' PMSin' again, sittin somewhere eatin chocolate."

"...Sometimes I really hate your sarcasm." Donny frowned, keeping an eye on the little blip that was Leo's cell tracker.

How long had he been up here? Leo wasn't sure.

He felt so frustrated these days. Frustrated with himself, Raph, and their constant fights.

Can't you see I don't want to fight with you? Can't you see we...I...will never betray you? If only Raph would open up to them instead of giving in to his anger...

Sudden footfall, barely audible above the rain, had him whirling to face the roof.

"Hello, Turtle," sneered one of two dozen Foot soldiers. More were crowding other nearby rooftops, black ghosts staring through the rain with hallow eyes.

Forty...maybe more.

A shiver ran through him, not entirely caused by the chilly, dank air. "Do you have a reason for seeking me?" He asked, hoping his voice came across as deadly.

Under the mask, he envisioned a cruel smile. "Don't play dumb, Reptile. Our mistress wishes you dead." He unsheathed two katana with black, gleaming blades. "She wishes to finish you...but if you resist us, we have orders to kill you ourselves."

A low rumble echoed around them, adding weight to the soldier's words.

With deliberate slowness, Leonardo grasped the hilts of his own katana, drawing them forth in one fluid movement.

"Very well."

The Foot pounced, a black wave against a blinding flash of lightening.

Leo braced himself.

Donny skidded to a halt so abruptly Mikey almost ran into him. "Guys...you hear that?"

Even Raph stopped to strain his hearing over the rain. He didn't have to strain hard. The distinct cling of metal on metal rang in the night.

Aw, damn.

They hesitated just long enough to exchange glances before sprinting as fast as their legs would carry them in the direction of the evident fight.

Fearless, I swear ta God...

They just kept coming. He'd taken out a good fifteen, twenty at least. Every time he knocked one down, another replaced. They were pressing in closer...pushing him step by step toward the ledge.

A gash on his upper arm was trickling blood. His breath came fast. As a team, this would have been challenging. Alone, this was proving impossible.

"Like the blades?" Jeered a Foot. Female. She fought well, kept dancing away and allowing her comrades to take his blows. Gesturing with her katana, she chuckled at him. "They're kiss can bring down a full-grown rhino."

Leo's katana made a silver arc through the air, narrowly missing her as she flitted out of range.

"Can you feel it?"

He could. His arms and legs were gradually going numb, becoming leaden.

She chuckled again. "And that's not all that's new." Leo dodged her attack, attempted a high kick. "Miss Karai had these specially made."

A lucky strike on Leo's part sent three Foot to the ground. She glanced at her fallen comrades for a fraction of a second, but it was all Leo needed.

He struck out, the tip of his blade barely nicking her. A long gash diagonally across her face, slicing open her mask.

Electric green eyes. "Lucky hit." Sparks flew as he blocked her blow with both his swords. "It won't happen again."

They were a few buildings away, yet they could see everything clearly. Leo was in some deep shit.

"Don' stop!" Raph yelled back to Michelangelo, noticing he'd slowed up in dreaded awe.

Half of the Foot were already sprawled on the concrete roof, defeated. Any that were still on their feet and not taking a beating appeared to be dragging their fallen comrades out of the way. Raph was impressed at how many his brother had taken out on his own.

Time ta kick some ass.

Raph landed silently on the roof, Don and Mikey behind. A Foot fell by Raph's hands before he could react.

"Leo!"

All but one soldier turned on them, drawing weapons and dropping the unconscious ones. Not too many, but still enough.

"A little...busy...guys!" Leo gritted through his teeth, locked in battle with the one Foot.

Something seemed off...he was moving...slower than usual.

Mikey sent a soldier to the roof with a high kick. "Woo-hoooo, get 'er Leo, knock 'er out!"

"Quit clowning around!" Shouted Don, dealing a double blow with his staff.

Michelangelo just gave a maniacal laugh.

Most of them had fled or were unconscious now.

Leonardo kept taking more and more blows...and Raph didn't like it.

"Hey...guys?"

Over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of Michelangelo swaying on his feet. He'd sustained a deep wound just above his left knee.

"Mike you okay?"

"Don, I...I think I'm gonna sit the rest out...ok?"

"Mike-"

"Don' get cut!" Leo's breathing could be heard from the other side of the roof, clouds puffed in the cold air with each breath.

Cling!

"What?"

Clang!

"The-"

Klink!

"Blades-"

Swish-cling!

"They're..."

CLANG!

Kicking his opponent a good ten feet, Don snatched a discarded katana. "They've been dipped in some kind of chemical!" He turned in over, and, disgusted, tossed it off the roof. "Mike, just hang in there."

"Hmm?" The youngest turtle had sat down on the low ledge, still swaying.

"Sit down some place where you won't get in the way... or fall off the damn building!"

Two left, besides the one Leo was fighting.

"Can ya take care o' Chucklehead later, say-"

Kling!

"-when we're not in the middle o' a fight?"

Leo's legs shook, all the feeling gone from them. Somehow, he'd kept ahold of one of his swords, despite the fact his arms were little more than useless clubs now.

"You fight well," admitted his opponent. "Killing you will be a shame...almost."

He brought up his single katana just in time to block the blade heading for his throat. If he had air to spare, he would have responded.

"Look at you. Amazing what a mild tranq can do to send a great warrior to his knees."

Kling!

"I have trained for four years under to powerful masters. In your state, you cannot beat me." How smug she was!

"Maybe...not."

His brothers were down to one Foot now. Good.

Don was doctoring Mikey. Not so good.

Swish! He dodged another strike.

Wait. This soldier had a favoring for her right side. Each kick came from the right; each swing of her katana came, likewise, from the right, followed by the left. How hadn't he noticed before?

"You're finished!"

"...Not yet."

Just as she struck with her right katana, Leo dropped low, sweeping her right foot from under her. It worked; she fell to the wet cement.

Now would be a good time to retreat.

"Don, grab Mike! Raph! Move!"

Head-butting the final soldier, Raphael shook his head to clear it, saw Leo coming. Or not.

"Behind ya!"

Leo spun, off kilter. Tried to block the onslaught.

Too late.

His brother cried out as the bitch's blade drove through his plastron. Through his plastron!

"LEO!"

She twisted her blade. Then...that bitch...she laughed!

Like that, Raph was on her, knocking her backward. He was seeing red, literal red. His anger made him wild.

Punch, kick, palm strike... he had her wheeling. She'd lost her last weapon...it was still stuck in his brother.

In his brother!

Her calves brushed the roof's ledge. The green eyes were panicked as her last attempt to block his blows made her lose her balance.

She disappeared over the ledge...

When Raph glanced at the street below, the Foot soldier's body lay broken on the sidewalk.

"...Raph!"

Donatello had lain their brother on his shell.

As Raph approached, he took off his purple mask. The katana had been yanked free...by Leonardo himself.

Already his skin had become a grayish olive color, his plastron stained bright red.

"Spleen...stomach...God, maybe a lung...Raph, we have to get him home. Now."

In astonishment, Raph watched as Don shoved his mask inside the wound. Leo groaned, tried to curl in on himself. Don held him down.

Oh God, oh God-

"Raph!"

Snapping free of his state, he collected Leo as carefully as he could and lifted. The pitiful noise his brother made tore at Raph's heart.

"'M fine..."

"Don't talk, Leo-"

A gurgling cough shook Leo's chest.

His hand came away with blood.

Leo was coughing up blood.

"Don, grab Mike, he's light'r!"

"Be careful, I've staunched the flow but any jolt could make it worse!"

As the made their way as quickly as they could, Raph laboring under Leo's weight and Don shouldering Mikey, the sky decided to break loose into a full-on downpour.

How fitting.

"...Leo?"

His older brother didn't respond. The blood, so much blood, mixed with the rain and ran off Leo's plastron.

Oh God!

At the nearest manhole, they slipped into the sewer. Mikey had gained most of his mobility back, despite being a bit woozy and limping from his wound. He and Donatello had to accept Leo as Raph lowered him down.

A last flash of lightening and answering roar of thunder lit the scene as Raphael slid the cover back into place. Michelangelo close to tears, Donatello trying to keep their brother conscious, his hand presses against the gushing hole in Leonardo's abdomen; rain and blood falling plip plip into the sewage...

That image would haunt him for the rest of his life.


A/N: Leo's not looking so good... -_-

This fic is a major experiment for me, so let me know what you think! Depending on how well this one is received, I plan on writing a chapter for each repeat of the chorus.

I do not own TMNT or the song Hurricane.

As always, I hope you enjoyed!