A/N: Hey there! Well... after so many lame works, I finally decided to pull myself together and try to come up with my best knowledge of writing (because my friend lectured me about being such a moron and I should finish one of my stories). So I took my story named Deception and started to rewrite it in some different ways this morning. Deception was a Leo&Raph centric story since I love the tension between these two characters and I also like stories where their brotherhood is analyzed so deeply. Therefore I try to nail their personalities as much as I can so story will contain a lot of character study as well. I have to tell you guys I've set the bar high, so the translation will be a real challenge for me. :D Wish me luck!

Rated T for violence and Raphael's pretty mouth.

Since I do not speak English fluently, if I make mistakes, let me know. [:

I do not own TMNT or its characters.

Prologue

They fought with each other. Yet again. But this time the fight was much different than the previous ones. As usual, this quarrel had also started with words. Words that had huge weight, yet they were throwing them easily. The tension had become more concentrated, almost thickened palpable in the otherwise frosty air. The two fighting parties were standing in a tense posture, ready to fight with the other, just as if a storm would've been starting. The conflict between the two of them had long been established and occasionally burst out the passage of time. The red warrior carried a strong conflict under his skin, and he particularly fond of letting it out of his older brother. Love, hate, contempt, appreciation. He was the stronger of the two, the tougher who liked hiding his emotions under a cover. This cover was anger. He hated when someone tried to control him, made him instructions. He was smart enough to know what was allowed and what was not. He didn't need a leader who didn't see his true self, who didn't recognize that he was indeed capable of great things if he outperformed himself.

The blue warrior was generally calm and order reigned in his mind, but this time his head was infected with monstrous rage. Of the two, he was more qualified, loyal to the teachings and more obedient. He thought about his leadership as an important duty. He knew exactly how hard his role in the family was since a family consisting of above-average ninjas, was not easy to keep under control. He especially had problems with his hot-headed brother since the red warrior's independence prevented him carrying out his duties and no matter what kind of instructions was dropped out of his mouth; he was never willing to follow him. He was unable to see that he only wanted the best for the family.

The weather was terribly cold and windy. The field of vision was disturbed with white fog and heavy snowfall. But the blood in the two fighters' veins was boiling such an extent that they didn't feel the biting cold at all. Their eyes threw sparks, their muscles bulged, their weapons' blade caught the pale light. That fight probably made no sense since they were after all brothers! Although, it might have had a point, maybe such a violent thunderstorm would make them understand the other's point of view. Perhaps they might looked-for it. Everyone needed an outburst sometimes.

Then the battle began. The snow only made the dance difficult for the two of them, but their anger pumped strength to all parts of their bodies, blinding them. They wanted to prove to the other. They wanted to prove they were better and more capable than the other thought. The wind blew far the sounds of the weapons, their forced moans melded into the whiteness. They were fighting and fighting and fighting. With beautiful movements, violence and desire of victory.

The red warrior already foresaw the outcome of the battle. He would win because his brother had thought too much of himself and had said something what had made him laughter in absolution. He wanted to stomp him into the ground since the blue turtle's words had proved he was able to defeat his heroic leader. Who was not such a great leader after all. Or better. The blue warrior was also aware of his flaws. He had said something he wanted to erase, but nobody could change the past. What's done is done, leaving a mark forever. The sudden flaring fighting spirit had gone; he no longer wanted to fight his brother. He was losing.

But the battle wasn't ended by the victory of one of them but by an undesirable third party… or parties? The air suddenly filled with breaths painted white and with glowing red eyes. Something flashed in the distance, something that, despite the heavy snowfall, was seen for the blue warrior. He didn't even care about the conflict towards his brother, because something was not right. After many blinks he figured out what he had seen. A gun. Someone pulled the trigger. His muscles tensed at the same time, the adrenaline flowed through his veins. With a powerful movement he tossed his rage-heated brother to the ground, who landed in the snow face down.

"Look out!" he cried desperately. He then felt a terrible pain. The sound of the shot came only after the pang.

A/N: Cliffhanger...?

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~ GirlInASuit