The Color Blue
Blue. It was a soothing color, he supposed.
Blue symbolized trust, and loyalty, and wisdom. Blue symbolized confidence, and intelligence, and truth.
Blue was color of the ocean, or the sky on a summer day. Blue was the color of Jolly Ranchers, or Mikey's eyes when he smiled.
Blue was the color of water, like the tears that had run down his brothers' faces the day they'd been captured by the Foot. The day he'd bargained with Karai to let them go free in exchange for his own life.
The soldiers had stripped him of everything: his belt, his pads and wrappings, his katana. His new mask, the one that Sensei had cut from special cloth and given to him on his sixteenth birthday.
After that, they had chained him in the dungeon and whipped him raw, laughing and spitting on him, mocking him. But he did not give in to their torture. He did not reveal any secrets.
He was not afraid when Shredder appeared, his wicked blades glinting in the half-light. He was not afraid, either, when the man plunged his blades into his right thigh.
Hamato Leonardo had long since learnt how to deal with pain.
He pushed through this particular ordeal by trying to think of all the blue things he could.
Sky.
Ocean.
Mikey's eyes.
A new mask.
Shredder screamed and raged at him, spittle flying from his mouth. But Leo did not give in.
Crayons.
Sapphires.
Blueberries.
Butterflies.
Even as the knives worked their way through his plastron, towards his heart.
Balloons.
Fireworks.
M' & M's
A strange feeling of peace overtook him, silencing the screams of horror that came from his brothers' throats.
"Leo, hang on-"
"-we're gonna get you out-"
"-promise me-"
He opened his eyes one last time, focusing on the baby-blue of Mikey's irises.
Blue was definitely a soothing color, he thought.
And then he thought nothing at all.
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