A/N: Just watched the 2007 TMNT. Not my favorite of them. Weird out-side-the-family storyline and I hated the animation, but then again, I have high expectations. I've always pondered what Leo and Raph were thinking after their fight on the rooftop. So this is Leo's story. I might do Raph's view in a sequel or even in another chapter. Please let me know what you think!
I watched my brother run. It wasn't an uncommon sight, back in the old days when everything was simpler, seeing him run from his problems before he hurt someone. And now he was running from me. Now everything was wrong and it was all my fault, just like Raph had said. I didn't know my own brothers anymore. My two youngest brothers were forced into working while he ran off and played vigilante, and now he was running because he had hurt me.
There was no way I could have hurt him. He was my brother. It went against everything Master Splinter had taught me, and everything that I had learned those long months in the jungle. But despite being in a mindless rage, Raph had barely held back from killing me. I saw it in his eyes. He had really wanted to, right there, at the end. One slight move of his hand and his sai would have gone through my head. But it hadn't, thankfully. Maybe he was just too scared, but perhaps, somewhere deep down, he knew that breaking my katanas would cause me as much pain as I had caused him by staying away for so long. By forgetting what was really important. By failing him.
A sharp pain in my arm brought my attention back to the present. I looked down just in time to see a neon ooze seep into my skin. My mind grew fuzzy, but I recognized the needle, the same kind that had pierced Raph. The harsh rain made the concrete slippery and shiny, and I saw blurred reflections. I looked up and found myself surrounded by Foot ninja, and red glowing figures. My head spun, but hoping against hope, I darted to the side and I was only partially braced for the shock of stone shoving me to the ground. My head smacked against the pavement, and I reached for my katana hilt. My eyes closed, but I could still hear. The statue that had hit me mumbled and a gravelly voice replied. Two lighter pairs of feet stepped towards me and I heard a click and suddenly my entire body burst into flames. My limbs writhed and jerked, and I heard an ear splitting scream of agony. I barely held on as I was thrown over a hard cold shoulder and we pounded away. I faintly caught the sound of someone howling my name over the sound of a car engine, but it faded as I succumbed to the blackness of unconsciousness.