Hello all. So this is my first attempt at a 'T' rated fic since my other ones have been 'M'. Also it is my first non-supernatural/fantasy turtle fic. I kinda wanted to write a simple story. So I hope everyone enjoys!

A/N don't own the turtles only the OC's

(Set after the Ninja tribunal, sorta-ish )

Chapter 1

Raphael glared at his older brother. "I'm going out Leo." He growled as his brother blocked his way.

"No you aren't Raphael. There has been too much Purple Dragon activity for you to risk going out by yourself." His brother said reasonably.

Raphael's temper flared. "I'm sick of bein' cooped up in here Leo! The Shredder is gone, we have a truce with Karai, the only ones we have to worry about are the gangs, Agent Bishop and Baxter Stockman, now get outta my way before I make you." He threatened.

"I'd like to see you try Raph." His brother smirked at him. That just pissed him off even more.

"You can't order me around Leo. You aren't my father." He growled angrily.

Leonardo got a pinched looked around his eyes which made him momentarily regret his words, but his regret was short lived. "No, but Master Splinter left me in charge when he passed away. That means you listen to me Raph and I say to stay here." His brother said to him angrily.

"You think you're so great don't you Leo. You think that just because Master Splinter left you in charge that you get to boss us around like you did when we were teenagers. Well I ain't a teenager anymore Leo. I'm 26 years old and I refuse to let you keep treatin me like I'm a kid, so move it!" He roared.

"No." His brother said in refusal.

"Fine." He said as he lashed a kick out at his brother.

Leonardo easily blocked it which pushed him over the edge. He pulled his sais from his belt as his brother drew his katanas. He leapt at his brother lashing out with his sais. His brother easily blocked his attack with his katana blades. He tried to push his brother using his superior strength, but his brother just moved out of the way causing him to stumble. His brother kicked him in the side causing him to hit the floor. Red rage filled his vision as his brother smirked at him.

"You'll never beat me Raph if you don't learn to control your temper." His brother said to him, but he couldn't hear or understand his brother anymore. He was consumed by a rage that had festered and was so deep it was almost a hatred. No, not hatred, he could never hate his brother, it was jealousy mixed with grief for his lost father whose death two years ago had left a hole in his heart that he was incapable of dealing with.

"Aaarrrggghhhh!" He yelled at his brother as he picked himself off the floor. Fists flew and kicks were given as he attacked his brother with a fury that was as violent as it was all consuming. He wanted to hurt his brother as badly as he hurt inside. His fist finally connected with his' brother's jaw. Leonardo hit the wall behind him hard and slid to the ground in a semi-conscious daze. He lunged at his defenceless brother, his sais in his hand, their pointed tips closing in on Leonardo's vulnerable throat.

One sai slid past just missing his brother's throat, but nicking it, leaving a small scratch that was deep enough to draw blood. Leonardo looked blearily still dazed from the blow to his jaw. Horror at what he had almost done coursed through him. His brother shook his head as if to clear it. His brother touched his injured neck, his fingers coming away bloody. His brother looked at the blood.

"Leo...I...I" He stammered in shock and horror.

His brother focused on him. His words were biting, harsh, and angry. "If you want to leave so badly Raph, leave! You get yourself in trouble or you get yourself killed, that's your problem, not mine. I am done with you." He said as he pushed himself up from the floor.

"That's fine!' He yelled at his brother's retreating back, his anger surging strongly to cover up his fear and revulsion at what he had almost done. "I've been done with you for years Leo!" He strode angrily into the garage area where they kept their vehicles. Donatello was working on something but he ignored his brother's question if he was okay. No he damn well wasn't okay. Regret washed through him. He hopped on his bike, put his helmet on and kick started his bike. It roared to life beneath him.

The wheel's screeched as he punched the accelerator. He rode through the tunnels and out into the dark New York City night.

Donatello watched as Raphael's bike roared out of the lair. He looked as Michelangelo strode up a worried expression on his face. "What happened Mikey?" He asked his brother.

"The two hot heads got into it." Michelangelo said as he shook his head in frustration.

"So, same old same old?" He asked turning his attention back to the toaster he was fixing. Michelangelo remained silent. Donatello frowned and looked at his baby brother who was wearing a look of deep concern. "What happened Mikey?" He asked his brother softly.

"Raph beat Leo up. I think Raph got Leo's throat with his sai." He said softly.

Donatello's eye ridges rose in suprise and concern as he stopped what he was doing. "Is he okay?" He asked as he stood and took two steps towards the door, but Michelangelo stopped him.

"He's fine, it just needed a band-aid, but their fight was really bad Donny. They both said really awful things. I don't know if Raph is going to be coming back." The worry in his brother's voice made his voice crack slightly.

"He'll be back Mikey. You know Raph, he just needs to let off some steam." Donatello said putting on a brave face for his brother even though worry clawed at his gut.

Raphael had been driving around for 3 hours and was ready to go back to the lair. The problem was he didn't know if he actually could go back. Guilt still rode through him at what he had done to his brother, and if he were honest with himself, he was still hurting from his brother's harsh words. He and Leonardo fought a lot, but this time felt different. This time he felt as if his brother's parting words to him had actually come straight from his heart.

Raphael didn't want to think that Leonardo had actually kicked him out of the only home he had ever known. He didn't like to think that his brother hated him so much that he no longer wanted anything to do with him. Though after what he had done, he wouldn't blame his brother one bit. He knew that he shouldn't have attacked Leonardo the way he had, but Leonardo had to get the stick out of his ass and quit trying to be their father.

But if Leonardo had really kicked him out, where would he go? He wondered. He supposed he could crash with April and Casey for a bit, but if Leonardo told April what he had done April may not let him stay, and Casey would not be able to convince April that letting him stay with them would be a good idea. And besides they were married, they needed their privacy. And even if they did let him stay crashing for a night was different than actually moving in and staying. So if Leo had kicked him out he was essentially homeless. This thought filled him with more dread than he thought possible. His brothers had always been there. All they really had was each other. The thought that he wouldn't be able to rely on them, that he would be alone for the first time in his life was frightening.

Raphael's bike was suddenly hit from behind. He looked over his shoulder and grimaced. He punched the accelerator to try to lose the Purple Dragons that were tailing him in a grey armoured truck. The truck sped up trying for him again. He veered off into an alley his attention focused on the truck behind him. The truck was unable to take the sharp turn leaving it to skid to a stop and try to reverse.

Raphael smiled grimly as he turned his attention to the alley he had ducked into. "Shit!" He swore as the wall in front of him was illuminated in his headlights. He pulled on the brakes trying to stop himself but he lost control of his bike. The bike skidded and he managed to leap clear before his bike crashed into the wall.

"Damn it." He swore as he managed to get to his feet. His foot buckled beneath him. The truck had reversed and was now making a beeline for him. He looked around him and used a dumpster to give himself a boost so that he was able to leap up to grab the fire escape above him. He winced in pain. He had landed wrong and he had hurt his wrist as well as his ankle. He wasn't sure if either was broken, but they hurt like hell.

The truck screeched to a halt and four Purple Dragon goons leapt out of the back while the truck reversed out of the alley and blocked the entrance. He looked at his trashed bike buried under a pile of cardboard boxes. There was no way that he would be able to ride it home anyway.

"Donny's going to be pissed." He grumbled to himself as he began making his way to the roof, the Purple Dragons following on his heels.

He fumbled with his good hand for the cell phone that was in his jeans. He managed to pull the broken hunk of technology from his pocket. Swearing he tossed it down the fire escape beaning one of the pursuing Dragons in the head. He smiled through his helmet and continued to the roof of the four story apartment complex.

He climbed to the roof and began prying away the bolts holding the fire escape to the building with his sai. There was an ominous creaking sound as the fire escape pulled partially away from the building to teeter at an angle. The four Purple Dragons climbing up screamed as they held on for dear life.

He could see the truck the Purple Dragons had driven in pull away from the alley entrance. He laughed, turned around and stopped dead. Seven Purple Dragons awaited him on the roof. He looked around but didn't see Hun.

"You want to go, fine, let's go!" He smiled as he clenched his sai tightly. Two of the thugs were armed with bats, another two with chains, one had a piece of wood with a few nails sticking out, and the other two each held a foot long pipe in their hands. He could hear the four Purple Dragons on the shouting at one another. They had managed to get off of the useless fire escape and had spotted another way to the roof. The ones presently on the roof came at him all at once. He frowned. He lashed out a kick as one of the pipes caught his helmet. He heard the crack as the helmet's outer shell split.

He stumbled, wincing in pain as his ankle threatened to give way again as another pipe wielding Dragon caught him on the side of his carapace doing little damage. A bat caught him in the chest and even his plastron was not enough protection against the force of the bat pushing the air from his lungs.

He tried to suck in a much needed breath as a bat caught him in the arm. He managed to dodge the blow for the most part, but it still hurt enough that his left arm felt as if it had gone numb.

Punch after punch, blow after blow he tried to land on his enemies but for every blow landed four more would strike him.

He was becoming disoriented and pain was beginning to cloud his senses. A pipe caught him in the helmet again as a heavy boot caught him in the chest. He felt himself stumble back and trip as his ankle gave out. He fell backwards but he did not strike ground. He had a moment's realization that he was falling, and that he was going to die alone, beaten to death by Purple Dragons, before his head smashed into something metallic and unforgiving. Blackness clawed at him and dragged him down into nothingness.

The young Purple Dragon looked over the side of the building.

"Go check and see if the freak is dead." His lieutenant ordered him.

"But the fire escape is broken." He protested.

"Go down the back way. Use the fire escape on the adjoining building." His lieutenant growled back.

"That'll take a bit, sure he's still going to be there?" He wondered

"Just check and see if he's dead." His lieutenant said in frustration.

"What if he isn't dead?" He asked.

"Then kill him." The older voice said bluntly.