The morning started out like any other it seemed. Raphael stepped out of his room and stretched his muscles in his arms, yawning loudly telling the lair he was awake. Taking two steps down, he wondered into the kitchen to see Donatello sitting there with coffee in hand and the newspaper. Raph took the time to look around to see neither his eldest or his youngest were in the room.
"Where's Leo and Mikey?" He asked. Donnie glanced over the paper to peer at his red banded turtle before turning back to the paper.
"Leo went for a run and Mikey's not up yet." He explained. Raph leaned against the table thinking. Leo has been taking a lot of morning runs lately, if anything he has been very distracted by something and it was bothering Raph. It also didn't help that Michelangelo has been growing quiet the passed few days. He pushed himself off the table and started walking towards the bedrooms.
"I'm gonna go check on the knucklehead." He walked up the stairs and was faced with Mikey's shut door.
"Hey Mikey it's time to get up!" He called out banging his fist against the door. For a few minutes he stood there, listening for movement but got nothing in response.
"Mikey come on bro I'm starving!" he called again but once again was met with no response. A prick a fear went through him as he went to turn the knob to find it locked.
"Mikey this aint funny! Open up!" He called trying to jimmy it let it open but it wasn't working.
"Mikey I'm two seconds from breaking the damn thing down now open up!" He tried again still fighting against the small metal door knob. Raphael had it. He stepped back enough and brought his leg up and kicked the door as hard as he could, watching as it hit the wall and bounced back. Raph walked forward and pushed the now broken door out of his way and was introduced to a small Michelangelo in his beds under the covers. Raph growled as he walked forward, bending down and ripping the blanket off of the smaller form.
"Come on Mikey ya got-" He stopped suddenly looking down at his younger brother. He was curled up on his side, shivering ever so slightly. Sweat painting across his body. Raphael crouched down, trying to pull him over so he could see his face. He was able to roll him over but when he did, Mikey whimpered and hugged himself tighter.
"Oh my god Mikey are you okay?" He asked, placing a hand on his brothers shoulder. Mikey was crying and the tears streaked down his face. He opened his eyes a fraction looking up at Raphael.
"H-h-hurts..." He choked out. Raphael was panicked. Mikey wasn't faking. He turned slightly and screamed out the room.
"Donnie! Master Splinter!" He turned back to his little brother to hear him whimper louder and grunting slightly.
"Mikey I-is there anything I can do?" He asked, unsure how to react to this. Behind him he heard the running feet of his brother and father. Donnie stopped to look to see the positions of his brothers. He charged forward, pushing Raph to the side so he can examine Mikey further.
"Okay Mikey I need you to tell me what hurts okay?" He tried to speak to Mikey as easy as he could. He could tell he was in excruciating pain. Glassy blue eyes looked up at Donatello.
"I-I d-don't...ah...I-it...mmm" He turned his head into the pillow as he started to moan and cry harder. Donnie took note of where his hands were gripping, seeing them tightly wounded around his plastron. Donnie slowly moved to grab at Mikey's wrist to move his hand to see if there was a wound of some sort. The second he touched his hand, Mikey gave out an agonizing scream making Donnie fall back. Splinter stepped forward and put a hand on his sons forehead, trying to calm his son's turmoil mind. Mikey looked up at his father a choked on another cry.
"F-father P-lease...Make it stop.." He shut his eyes once more and gave another pain filled yelp. Splinter felt his heart squeeze at his sons plead but felt a sense of another presence surrounding his sons form.
As quickly as the episode came, it soon resided and Michelangelo shut his eyes, exhausted from the pain he felt. They all sat there for a moment, processing what they had just witnessed. Splinter looked at his two sons who were looking for some type of guidance. He looked back at his youngest and wiped his paw across his sweaty forehead.
"Raphael, take your brother to the infirmary. Donatello, call Leonardo and tell him to return home." Master Splinter announced as he stood up. Raph was the first to react as he ran over to Michelangelo and picked up his smaller form and dashed to the lab. Donnie pulled out his shell cell and called his older brothers phone, hoping he will answer quickly.
Leonardo woke up in a bliss. The light of the sun beaming down on his from the large window that went to the balcony. He looked outside to see the see through curtains moving slightly from the small breeze coming from the outside. He smiled at the content feeling he had, enjoying the warmth and the presence next to him. He looked over to his side to see Karai sleeping soundly. He head was turned away from her, laying on her back exposing her perfect curves to him. He smiled thinking how nice it could be to wake up every morning like this, with her. That swarm of guilt fitted through him for falling so hard for the enemy, but he couldn't help it. Everything about her was so addicting he couldn't help it.
His temptation was great. He leaned over her, hovering above her, memorizing the soft skin and the dip of her cheek bones. He swallowed hard before leaning down and kissing her cheek lightly. He did the same to the other cheek and moved down her neck, peppering her soft skin with chaste kisses. She moaned lightly by the soft touches she was receiving and her eyes fluttered open. She moved her head and made Leo look at her.
"Good morning." He smiled. She smiled back at him tiredly.
"Good morning." She replied stretching lightly, causing her arch to back making her body make contact with his plastron. A small churr escaped his mouth before he could stop it. She smiled wickedly at him, enjoying the unique noise the turtle above her made. She brought her head up slightly and he met her half way, lips meeting. The movements were slow and sensual, enjoying the embrace of one another.
Being around her made his heart soar. The love she gave was something Leonardo never thought he would ever experience. This was something that was so amazing to feel he wish he could feel it for as long as he lived. The kiss grew deeper, tongues intertwining with one another in a sensual dance. As if life itself was a conspiracy, his shell cell rung loudly, echoing through the small room. Leo released the kiss with a small growl, irritated by the interruption. He knew he couldn't ignore it for it could possibly be his father. He sighed and got up off the bed and over to the bedside and picked up his phone.
"Hello?" He answered as normal as he could. Karai sat there and watched his facial expression change from frustrated to worried. He opened his mouth partly listening to the other person on the phone. He was shaking his head in agreeing with whomever it was.
"Yea...yea okay I'll be back in a few." He shut the phone and sighed. He ran around the room picking up his gear and putting on his coat and boots. Karai sat there waiting for an explanation for the urgency. Leo looked at her to see her impatience as she sat. He licked his lips and looked back down pulling on his boot.
"My brother is sick and they need me home." He mummered. Karai laughed lightly.
"Awe big brother Leo has to take care of his little brother while he has a cold. How adorable. Which one is it?" She asked with sarcasm. Leo looked up at her, not appreciating the mocking in her voice.
"It's Michelangelo and it sounds a lot worse then a cold. They wouldn't call me home if it was." He explained putting on his katata holders over his shell. He looked back at Karai to see she was sitting there still with a crude smirk. He was drawn, forced to approach her. He bent over and kissed her slowly, savoring her taste before he pulled away and went out the window down the emergency stairs and into the nearest man hole.
By the time he made it home he could sense the change in the atmosphere. It was stuffier and almost suffocating. He walked in further to see none of his family were in the living area. About to call out, he saw Raph come out of the lab and could see the anger on his face.
"Where the hell have you been?" He yelled. Leo stiffened at the approach and took his ground.
"I went on my run. I was by the river by the time you called me I got here as fast as I could." He tried to protest. Raph looked at him with boring eyes. If Leo didn't have self control, he would have squirmed under that gaze. Leo took a side step and walked past his brother to the infirmary. When he walked in, he saw his father sitting next to the cot, hand on Mikey's forehead. Donnie was at his desk, looking through some books and notes he had, probably trying to figure out what was wrong with his little brother.
Leo walked over and looked down at him youngest brother to see the distress on his face. The sweat pooling at the side of his face and his breathing short and sharp. He looked up at his father for an explanation but was greeted with angered black eyes. He felt the shivers run down his spine as he looked at Donnie.
"How is he Donnie?" He asked. Donnie didn't even bother to look up as he continued to look through his notes.
"He has a fever and his breathing is erratic. I can't figure out what's wrong. It's gonna take me a while." Leo understood that Donnie saying that was code for leaving him be till her figured it out. He looked back at his father and bowed lightly and walked out of the room. He was met with Raphael, arms crossed and a tense stance.
"Alright spill where were you?"He demanded. Leo was taken back by his brother's command. Who did he think he was?
"I went for my run I told you." He said sternly.
"I don't take that long to get from here to the river." He countered. Leo growled. It was too early to deal with this.
"Look I got here as quick as I could. I am no use right now so at least I'm here." He snapped. Raph raised his eye ridge at the sudden fuss his brother was causing. Leo walked past him and went straight to the dojo, leaving Raphael to himself.
The rest of the day went on as normal as it could. As everyone else retired to the rooms, Donatello stayed awake with the unconscious Michelangelo. He stared at his computer screen, looking for anything that could help their current circumstances. He sighed and cracked his neck. The sickness that Michelangelo had some how develop was strange. He couldn't seem to figure out where it came from or how to stop it. The full body shivers ended a few hours ago. All that remained was the fever and the sweating. Donnie leaned his hand on the table and sighed, he was so tired. He was up all day and knew he would be up all night.
What Donnie didn't see was Michelangelo sat up from the cot with a smirk on his face. He moved his legs over the side of the bed as quiet as a mouse. He grabbed a scalpel that was on the table before standing up right behind Donatello, his smirk never leaving his face.
A/N: Hi everyone! I hope everyone is enjoying this story and I hope I am reaching your guy's expectations on this but please let me know :) Also A thank you to SleepingSeeker(Also her sister) For letting me use her photo as my cover photo :)
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