I'm taking another break from Drakonian Warrior. Actually, I had every intention of working on DW tonight, but, it didn't turn out that way. I got an idea for another fic starring Leo, (my least favorite turtle) and was surprised. I am in love with Donatello, online my screen name is "Vestque the (I love Donny and his hot body) Donatello Whore"…which is a little disturbing if I do say so myself J . However, this fic and this point of view was perfect for Leo, so I did it. Oh…this fic is hilarious by the way. I was dying of laughter and I was the one writing it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my dignity! *is cleaning a toilet*…I'm not as sad as I look…

Snowtime Rivalry

Leo awoke from his slumber about a half an hour before his alarm went off. His eyes opened to the dark room and he was immediately alert. Today was a big day. Leo sat up, a serous expression on his face. Today Leo and Raph would go head to head. Whoever lost today's battle had lost the war, and had to submit to the demands of the victor. Leo quickly spread his bed and positioned himself on the floor, falling into a perfect lotus blossom stance. He closed his eyes and breathed deep. He had to prepare himself for the battle ahead. He had to be ready. He could not lose. For the last few days, Leo noticed that he and Raph had been at each other's throats, even more than usual. It must have had something to do with the Foot's defeat. Now, with the Foot gone, the turtles had much more free time. They spent more and more time just hanging out with each other. Don and Mike seemed to have developed a friendship or understanding that just wasn't there before. That was cool. They always had a joke between them, and it brightened the mood. He and Raph though…well, had a very opposite effect. Before, they were able to work together at least. They would squabble, but it would be amended on the battle field. But now…lets just say it wasn't like old times. They couldn't stand each other, it was impossible for them to even be in the same room with out having a fight. Usually it would start innocently enough, a squabble over a commercial or Jerry Springer, but in the end it would end disastrously. Raphael would leave for hours while Leo meditated till no end. If not, then that only meant that there was a fight, and that the furniture now had to be mended again, to Donatello's annoyance . The worse thing about it was that when every thing had seemed to calm down, it would start all over again, this time about something else, like the difference between ketchup and tomato sauce or something of the sort. The night before was no exception.

~ Flashback ~

"Come on Leo! The Hulk would beat the crap out of Spiderman! There's just no comparison." Raphael slurred, his mouth full of bread. They all sat around the kitchen table eating dinner, minus Splinter. In the cold winter months like these it was ritual for the old rat to reside at April's, where there was a working heating system and an ample amount of warm blankets and such. The turtles survived the cold better than their old master, so they lived in the drafty subway station alone. Now they were all in the kitchen. Leo and Raphael were at a disagreement, of which was not an uncommon occurrence.

" Raphael, you can't be serous," Leo began, looking up from his bowl of tomato soup, courtesy of Michelangelo. "The Hulk could never beat Spiderman. Spiderman is fast and has webbing, the Hulk is a giant green man with an anger management problem. He's like the Jolly Green Giant on crack for crying out loud!" Raph looked offended and then angry. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Donatello sent a look across the table to Michelangelo, whom returned it.

"Here they go again…" they stated in unison, before getting up from the table. They grabbed their bowls and headed for the sink, of which was stacked high with dirty dishes. No one had done the dished for days, and it showed. The pile swayed and wavered dangerously as both Mike and Don stacked their bowls on top, having to stand on their tip toes just to get up that high. When the task was done, they retreated back, just in case the leaning tower of dishes chose to fall this time around. However, it didn't, but it did sway considerably. They both relaxed, they had both cheated death once again. They quickly headed for the den to watch TV. Mike sat on the floor, while Don took the couch.

"Mike, in a battle between the Hulk and Spiderman, who do you think would win?"

"Oh No Donny! Don't you get into it too!" Mike turned around to throw an exasperated look at his brother. Donny only shrugged.

"I was just wonderin'. "

Meanwhile, the tension at the table skyrocketed. The two remaining turtles were at each others throats for maybe the fourth time that night.

" What are you trying to say Leo?" Raph asked calmly, though with a definite edge to his voice. Leo stood, also heading for the sink. He did not have time for this.

"Raph, Spiderman could run rings around the Hulk. It would be no competition." Leo stated indifferently as he too cheated death, his dish sat on the very top of the great tower. Raphael just threw his dish on top of the pile and followed his brother. Behind him the pile swayed treacherously before balancing itself out. They both headed for the den, following Michelangelo and Donatello's example. Don sighed, they just couldn't get away.

"But the Hulk is strong, he could crush Spiderman like a bug!" Raph would not give up, he knew he was right. Unfortunately, Leo was just as stubborn.

"Raph, the Hulk could never catch Spiderman, therefore the Hulk could never win. Spiderman would have him tied up before he could even blink." Leo sat, watching the TV. He had had just about enough of Raph's argument, there was just no way the Hulk would win. Raph seemed to accept the statement too, but was angered just the same. Raph had had enough.

"Leo, what is your problem! Why do you always have to bitch at me all the time!" Raph stood in front of his brother, blocking his view of the television. Leo ignored Raph and moved so that he could see the TV, but was blocked once again by Raph's body. This repeated itself about three more times before Leo responded.

"Raph! I don't bitch, I just speak the truth. Now for the Love of God SIT DOWN!" Leo glared daggers at his brother, of which took up all of his vision. Raph smiled, this is what moment he had been waiting for.

"Make. Me." Raph stated simply, spreading his arms, the challenge apparent. Leo stood angrily only to be pushed back down by Michelangelo. He looked over at Mikey in surprise before recognizing Mike's glare. Mike had had just about all he could handle of the entire thing. Raph too was startled. He didn't even see Mike even move, but now Mike was between himself and Leo.

"That is ENOUGH! You guys have been arguin' all week. This has got to STOP!" The whole room stared at him surprised. Mike sighed as he took his hand off of Leo's shoulder.

"I have an idea." he said while exhaling, as if to calm himself down. He hated seeing his brothers fight. "How about we settle this, once and for all." Raph and Leo's interests were instantly perked. Raph grinned at Leo as he brought his fist into the palm of his own hand. He would love to settle this. Leo only glared at him. Mike picked up on the transaction.

"No not here, not now," Raph and Leo looked at him puzzled. Don too perked up, watching Mike. What was he planning?

"Tomorrow after practice we will settle this, I know a place. We'll go there, but under my conditions. Then you guys can deck it out as much as you want. How does that sound?" He asked with a smile, this was going to be great…but only if they agreed. Raph nodded, he didn't care when or where, he just wanted a piece of Leo. Leo, however, was more reluctant.

"Mikey…what are these 'conditions?'" Leo asked. He didn't completely believe that they would just be able to fight like he assumed. There had to be a twist.

"You'll have to find out tomorrow. Either that or no deal." Mike held up his hands to show that he was telling the truth. Leo looked again at Raph, and his anger boiled.

"Fine, Deal." Mike extended his hand to Leo, who reluctantly took it and shook. Mike did the same thing to Raph before retreating to his room, a wide grin on his face. Donatello, who watched the whole transaction, got up to shadow Mike. He would find out what Mike was planning if it killed him. Left alone in the room, the two turtles only stared each other down. What ever Mike was planning, it would settle this, once and for all.

~ End Flashback~

BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEE-! The alarm screamed in the dark room. Leo startled from his spot on the floor. With out thinking he brought his fist down onto the top of the clock.

BEEEEeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrp! The alarm died. Leo looked over only to see the scattered pieces of the now broken clock radio all over his bed stand.

"Aw man, that was my third one…" Leo was having a bad day. Huffily he stood and scoped up the metal pieces before trudging out of his still dark room.

"DOOOONNNNNNY!" He yelled, not having to worry about Splinter waking up. He padded up to the turtle's room and listened, hoping that Donny was awake. His hopes were shot down when he realized that the turtle in question was indeed asleep. Rather loud snoring could be heard from the other side of the door. Leo walked in and softly shut the door behind himself. Don's floor, bed stand, and bed was cluttered with all sorts of electronic equipment, completely surrounding Donatello while he slept. He now turned in his bed, unconsciously sweeping wire and metal away. Leo rolled his eyes. He stepped over and around the metal objects on the floor, they could do quiet a bit of damage if stepped on. Making a spot for himself on the bed he sat down, and leaned over to talk to Don.

"Donny…" no response. "Donny." again no response. Leo leaned right up next to Donny's ear. "DONNNNNNNNNAAAAAYYYYY!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Donny shot up, eyes wide! "LEO WHA-WHAT IS IT!? WHAT'S WRONG!?" Leo looked at him.

"I broke my radio again." Leo stated, holding up the broken pieces. Donatello looked at him before flopping back down.

"I hate you." he muttered.

"…what?" Leo asked, but it was too late. Donatello was already drifting back to sleep. Leo woke him once again.

"….mmm Leo what the hell do you want?" Donny slurred, his face still in his pillow. Leo sighed, he needed is question answered.

"What is Mike planning? I need to know!" Leo asked, shaking Don once again. Don sat up.

"…What the hell is wrong with you!? I'm tired, Leo. Go to bed…" Don went to lay down. "What time is it?" Don asked, settling back into the bed, throwing is comforter over himself. Leo only shrugged and held up the broke clock once again. Donatello sighed before looking at his own clock.

"4:30 in the morning!!! Leo, you come in here and wake me up at four thirty…IN THE MORNING!!!" Donatello exclaimed. Leo looked at him blankly.

"….get out…."

"…what?" Leo looked at Don, of whom looked instantly lethal.

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" Donatello yelled, Leo shuffled out of the room just in time to avoid the metal motor thrown by Don. It hit the closed car door with a thud. Out side of the door, Leo sighed.

'That went better than expected.' Out of all the turtles, Donatello was the hardest to wake. Whenever Don was tired, he was grumpy. It could make even Raph hesitate when asked to wake up Donny. Leo, though, was on a mission and nothing could stand in his way, not even his angry grumpy brother. But Don was out of the picture now. Once he went to sleep after something like that, he would not wake up until he felt he needed to…or if Splinter woke him. But Splinter wasn't here was he? Leo sighed, it was no use. He would have to approach Mikey, which would probably be useless. When Mikey had a secret, you couldn't pry it out with anything….maybe except for Hawaiian pizza, but it was too early for pizza now. Leo padded to the next door way. He listened closely and heard…music? He opened the door and stood frozen. There was Mikey, wide awake, a slice of Hawaiian Pizza in his hand. Mike danced to the music coming from his loud head phones, his back to the doorway. Mikey wiggled and hopped from his place in the center of his room, humming to himself while he ate. The pizza's aroma filled the air, and Leo's nostrils. He stepped into the room just as Mikey began to sing.

" BEAT IT!!! BEAT IT!!!! NO ONE WANT TO BE CONCEDID!!! SEE YOU IN THE MORNING, SEE YOU AT NIGHT. DON'T WORRY BABY CAUSE I'M ALL RIGHT SO BEAT IT-" Leo rolled his eyes. Mike never listened to the words, so he just made up his own. It got rather annoying when Mike kept singing "Lick My Baby Back Behind" from Britney Spears, and Justin Timberlake's " Die Mother-Heffer" from "Cry me a River." Donny would try to correct him every time the song came on the radio, but Mikey wouldn't have it. Now Leo was in Mikey's room and was getting a little impatient. He needed to know. Leo looked over at the open pizza box that laid on Mikey's bed. …Or maybe his need for his knowledge could wait. Leo sneaked over to the pizza box just as Mikey started to sing a new song.

" BILLY JEAN YOUR NOT MY NEIGHBOR! YOUR JUST A WHORE THAT STICKS ME UP WITH A GUN, WEELL KID YOU ARE MY SON! Hee heee heeee!!!

'…ok, now that's just scary…' Leo ignored him and reached for the pizza box. Just as he had made it over there, however, a random nunchaku flew across the room, hitting the pizza box away from Leo's grasp. Leo looked up, a surprised expression written all over his face. Mike glared at him.

"Leo, what are you doing?" Mike stopped his music, this was serious. No one ever messed with his pizza, no one. Leo was speechless, for a second he had even forgotten why he was in there. Leo decided not to try to explain the pizza thing, but to cut to the chase.

"What are you planning today?" He asked, trying to avoid the subject of his own pizza violation. Mikey looked at him for a second, a stern expression on his face before smiling. He would let it go, this time. He looked at Leo again, and smiled wider, this was just too perfect. He turned back on his headphones before turning around once again.

"I'm not telling you." He stated mocking before going back to his music. Leo stood, it just was no use. He knew that if he persisted when Mikey was like that that Mikey would only tell him some lie to get Leo off his back. Last time, Leo had asked Mikey who had called for Mike, and Mike told him that it was April, telling him that the FBI was out looking for them. Leo panicked and spent the whole day barricading the door of their lair. When he had finally finished, he was pleased, but it turned out he did too good of a job for he could not get back inside to save his life. Leo woke up hours later outside the door of the lair, wet and dirty from struggling to get back inside all that night. Boy did Raph laugh hard. Leo was embarrassed beyond belief. Finally, when they all had gotten the door open, Mike had gotten punished, of course, by Splinter, but that didn't discourage Mikey any. Now Mikey began to dance again, singing something about "creampuffs" and "hoe hoes." Leo didn't care anymore, he was discouraged. He would never find out what was planed for that day. He hated not knowing things like that, but what could he do now. It was no use waking Raph, he would be as much in the dark as Leo was. Plus, they would probably fight right after over the fact that Leo woke him up just to ask him a question. Yeah, it wasn't worth it. Leo padded back into his room, and tossed the clock pieces that was still in is grasp into the garbage pail by the door. He sat on the floor once again. The most he could do now was prepare, prepare and meditate. Assuming the lotus blossom stance once again he closed his eyes, calming his breathing in the process. Yes he would be ready for whatever the day threw at him, he would make sure of that!

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R and R