Part Two

Pairing(s): Leo/Don, Raph/Don

Rating: PG-13 (may go up in later chapters)

Earlier, back in the lair (Leo's POV)~

"Leo, please, I'm going stir crazy down here! I just want to go and see what I can find."

"We all are, Don, but while Sensei is away, I'm in charge. Orders are orders, and you are honor bound to follow them."

The aura forming around Donatello was abnormal; so full of frustration and agitation. It's not like him to argue with me, or with anyone. When our souls clashed, words spew out of our mouths like bullets, not necessarily attempting to kill, but only to wound, and make the point clear. Unlike my fights with Raphael, sometimes consisting of physical assault, we used our literacy, and it would turn the lair into a verbal battle ground.

'Please, just listen to me.'

"Honor bound? Are you questioning my loyalty to Master Splinter?"

Although I was taken aback by his inquiry, my body didn't show it. My frame was tall and robust, like a statue, while Don's was leaning with crossed arms; in our wars, he's usually the attacker, and I, the defender, yet returning each blow just as hard.

"I'd never doubt your devotion to him, but I'm curious about your allegiance to me, as his temporary substitute."

That got a gasp out of my intelligent brother. When he's hit, he makes it obvious, as a new expression would form on his face; I'm quite the opposite.

"All these years, I've never doubted your decisions or abilities. You've always had my support, and you know it! You're blowing this thing way out of proportion!"

I kept my face firm, even though my heart was hurting.

'I just care about you Donnie . . . maybe more than I should.'

"That is true, but I don't think I am. Master trusted me with the safety of his family, and I'm not going to dishonor him just because you want to go dump diving, especially when there's nothing specific that you require."

Donatello's face expressed that of guilt, but he attempted to hold his ground.

"What about our friends? I haven't seen them since Sensei left."

The words immediately fell out of my mouth without much thought.

"Are you going to use the homeless as an excuse to leave?"

Don's look was a mixture of hurt and anguish, balling his fists.

"Those homeless happen to be our companions, if you've forgotten. You know what? I'm done arguing, whether you like it or not."

With that, my brother grabbed his duffel and weapon, and sauntered out of the lair, my shouts and pleas ignored.

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Present, Leo's POV~

A sigh broke through my thin lips as I sprinted ahead of my younger siblings through the sewer tunnels; my cell in hand.

"Donatello," I said, "Find a place to hide until we get there, alright? Try to avoid any confrontation with this guy."

Static.

"Don, Donnie! What's happening up there, bro'?"

My response was more crackling noises that made my blood turn to ice. Is he fighting this madman already, or was he taken by surprise? More questions began to rise up as I quickened my pace.

"Sorry, I fell and dropped my phone. I'm okay Leo, really I. . . mph!"

Relief was soon transformed into panic as we all made out muffled groans echoing through the device.

Don's POV~

Two hands wrapped around me from behind; one covering my mouth with a cloth, and the other locking itself onto my hip. Shaking my head aggressively, I forced myself to struggle as I could feel the symptoms of chloroform taking over. My cell falling to the trash-infested floor, I gripped my weapon with both hands, and forced it backwards. A gasp was heard from behind me, the material removed as the perpetrator stumbled back. Spinning on my heels to face the predator, I attempted to focus my blurred vision; the world spinning around me.

'I can't fight like this. . .I'm done.'

Footing unstable, my legs gave out as I hit the ground shell first. Victorious laughter shot through the night as the man stepped closer, dragging me across the dirtied surface

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?'s POV~

Overwhelming excitement pumping through me, I almost leaped while pulling the terrapin towards the truck.

'Master Akumu will be quite pleased with my catch! I wonder what Dr. Nyx will do when he sees this freak in person; probably piss his pants!'

As I exited the junkyard, my eyes shifted to the creature, who was experiencing the full effect of Trichloromethane.

'I wonder what the thing was doing in the junkyard. Guess it doesn't really matter.'

Reaching the vehicle, I opened the freight and chucked the turtle inside without care, expressions of terror upon the homeless' faces. The eldest one crawled towards it, and gave me a look of pure hatred. The others just cowered about in the cargo hold, trembling so much that they were shaking the automobile.

"Aw, are you guys still scared of me? All I did was kill two of your buddies because they decided to fight back. Besides, Yami loves heads, especially the brain."

Shutting the hold, I hummed while entering the driver's seat.

'I'm going to get a promotion for sure! Maybe instead of searching for participants, I'll get to perform with them!'

I could feel myself sweating just at the thought of being a part of the show. As I wiped the dripping perspiration off my forehead, I turned on the ignition, and began to drive back to the secret location.

TBC