PARTED SHADOWS
by Ignimbrite
My intention is to write a story based on a very radical situation and affection. Incest. They didn't do this because they had no other choices…yeah, in a way, kind of. Anyway, this would be a really dark story, and at the same time disquieting and extreme. Of course, sex will be mentioned, but this ain't porno, lol. This is a story with a plot, so wait patiently until the right time comes.
By the way, Mikey and Donnie would make appearance in the future, but not as brothers. In this story, Hamato Yoshi only has two adoptive sons: Leonardo and Raphael (who are biological brothers), and they are normal people (not ninjas). Yoshi still owns a dojo, though (couldn't picture him doing other jobs, ha).
Don't be scared off by my crazy imagination and bold language usage-yeah, they're quite bold and straightforward.
Disclaimer:
I don't own TMNT.
Warnings:
Description of child-abuse, sex, incest, and disturbing thoughts. Lotsa profanities.
Dark. NO LIKE, NO READ.
(I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANYONE COMPLAIN ABOUT WHAT I'VE ALREADY WARNED YOU. THANKS A LOT.)
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Does belief in all these fictitious ideals really alter men?
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Do these really exist: will, purpose, thoughts, values? Is conscious life, in eternity, no more than a reflected image?
-Friedrich Nietzsche
/Leonardo/
You know, your memories always come back to haunt you. Don't judge me. At least they always do when it comes to me and my brother. Everything just goes back to that night, that night in July. Five years ago.
We never mentioned it. We never, ever mentioned what happened that night, and the two nights before that night. When they found my little brother after that three long nights, he was curling up into a ball in a ditch. He was broken, shattered. He was dead. But no, he wasn't dead. He was still alive, but that didn't mean a thing. He was gone, gone for good. Good for him, bad for me. I had to live with what remained of him—the body that still looked quite a lot like him, but didn't smile like him, didn't grin like him, didn't…it just wasn't him anymore.
Dad said it was still Raphael in the body of my brother. He was lost, deep into his soul, said dad. I had tried to believe dad's words, but lies just didn't work.
So what happened after that night. I felt like I was severed. There were days and there were nights—and those were just different worlds.
.:. .:. .:.
"What happened?" I demanded.
"Oh my god," Miss O'Neil, the school's student counselor who was in charged of Raph, was wiping her forehead with a handkerchief as she uttered in a rush, "I'm so sorry that I had to ask you to come here."
"It's no big deal, Miss O'Neil, I don't have any class this afternoon." I said as I closed the door of her office behind me. I came here straight after my last class in college (the boring Introduction To Asian Philosophy). "So…what did he do this time?"
"He was…" Miss O'Neil bit her lips. It was too hard for her. "I couldn't tell your father about this, Leonardo."
I wasn't surprised at all. This was Raph's third high school; we had been through a lot of similar scenarios, though every time I covered for Raph so he could get away from dad—at least this was something practical I could do for him.
"It's okay," I raised a hand, almost touching her forearm. "You can tell me. And that's why you called me in the first place, right?"
"Yeah," she smiled nervously. "You brother…he… Oh I don't know how to start this, Leonardo…"
"Please," I said, looking her in the eye, "call me Leo."
"Leo," she continued, smiling again out of nervousness and discomfort, "your brother was found in the locker room with two other boys. He had been…"
The office room was suddenly flung open, and I turned around just in time to see my brother being pushed into the room, and his expression turning from pure surprise to white hot anger.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YA DOIN HERE?" he screamed at me, and launched forward.
My throat would have been ripped open if it wasn't because his PE teacher, Mr. Schmidt (whom I had known because of Raph's out-of-hatred vivid description of this man), had grabbed his shirt from behind.
"Sit down, Raphael, please…for chrissake," he hissed.
Raphael was glaring at me, all the time. He was forced down into the chair in front of Miss O'Neil's desk.
"Why don't you tell your brother what have you done in the locker room with James and Marvin yourself," Mr. Schmidt said in a low, scornful voice, "huh?"
Raph still kept his sharp green eyes at me, and grinned wildly, "what, you like to hear the fuckin story again so much, Mr. Schmidt? I just fuckin told those two bastards that I'd give each of 'em ten fuckin bucks to fuck me that's all."
I glanced at Schmidt, whose face was pale and filled with disgust.
"You hear what this boy said?" he turned to Miss O'Neil. "He asked his classmates to…"
"Why did you say that, Raphael?" she ask him. I could tell that she was trying to stay cool. She really was trying to help him; that was really kind.
"Coz that's what they wanna hear," Raph said, still grinning viciously. "All they wanna hear is that I'm a fuckin bitch coz I slept with Lukas Connell."
"This boy is sick," Mr. Schmidt jerked forward and yelled at Miss O'Neil. "I want him out of my class. You gotta tell them he's out of his mind. He needs a mental institution or something…something like that, we're not that kind of…special school, Miss O'Neil."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Raph smirked, "hey, you're tryin ta say that I'm insane Mr. Schmidt? C'mon, y'know ya want me ta suck it fer ya don'tcha?"
"Shut up, Raph," I said suddenly.
His green eyes moved back and the heavy gaze landed on me again.
"Mr. Schmidt," I cleared my throat and ignored Raph's penetrating glower, "I believe my brother has just as much rights to learn as other students in this school do."
Schmidt gave a snort.
"I need to talk to Miss O'Neil," I said coldly. "Would you leave us for a moment? If Raphael's behavior was indeed so inappropriate, we'll see what the school says about it."
"Whatever, you two…" he gritted his teeth and walked out with a vengeful look; luckily we didn't have to hear the rest of his words.
The door was slammed shut.
"You didn't only do that, right?" I asked Raph.
"No," he smiled with an eyebrow raised. "I was givin this Marvin guy a blowjob when that fuckin Schmidt barged inta the locker room."
I glanced at Miss O'Neil.
"I guess I have to take him home now," I said.
"Yes," she said, frustrated. "Schmidt will tell other teachers about this, and I…I don't know what I can do for you. I'm sorry. I will try to convince them…"
"No fuckin evaluation," Raph said all of a sudden, and then jumped up from the chair. "I ain't crazy. Don't you dare tell 'em I got some fancy mental disease."
She closed her eyes for a moment.
"Of course," she said. She was lying.
.:. .:. .:.
"What'cha gonna tell dad?" Raph asked me when we were driving out of the high school's parking lot.
"That you got into a fight," I said flatly.
"Nice," he whistled, scratching his totally disheveled blond hair.
"Listen, Raph…" I inhaled.
"Don't say anythin," he interrupted me with a rough grunt, "I know whatcha thinkin right now Leo."
"What am I thinking right now?"
"That I'm a fuckin pervert."
I didn't speak right away.
"I wasn't thinking about that," I muttered quietly after a moment.
"Then what are you thinking?" he looked out of the window.
"I am the pervert," I said softly.
"Huh," he laughed. "No yer not, yer fuckin not."
.:. .:. .:.
We touched each other.
He was thirteen, and I was sixteen. I should have known that it was not a game. I should have known that he had been broken already. I was too eager to comfort, too eager to try to set things right.
I did things to him. Not the things they had done to him five years ago, but other things…things that would push us further apart than draw us close. Things that were supposed to help, to comfort, to bring me back my little brother.
He had been hurt so bad. He had been whimpering in his sleeps. I was just trying to stop those dreams when I touched him and pulled him into my arms. And then he woke up, staring at me in a lost way that I just couldn't bear to see anymore—that wasn't my little brother. He needed me, but I needed him back. I needed him full, I needed the person that used to be him…
"Leo," and he called my name.
There he was, my little brother, lying in a ditch, misused and confused…
Everything just kept going back to that night.
He needed me.
So I gave him what I could.
—tbc—
Reviews will be very much appreciated. Let me know if this wild baby work out alright. Next chapter will start with Raph's pov-well, if someone want to read on lol.
