He growls as they walk home. He wasn't oblivious, and he wasn't stupid. He knew his brother in blue was piss, and his brother in orange seems to cringe away from his gaze. He had hurt them both, but it had never been his intention. They had both hurt him too, but he wasn't acting like he had a stick up his butt nor like he was …..a monster.

The thought made him kick over a trashcan once they hit street level.

The sound loud in the darkness, the sound louder still to his three brothers who was trying to return home without any further mishaps.

He hadn't thought.

He had just reacted.

He turns around to look sheepish at his brothers, my bad, trail on his tongue.

Yet, before the words could be said, or the expression came to light, the look on their faces blows it all away.

Their eyes, one glares, one looks away, and the other … disappointment.

There was nothing he could do to please them.

Nothing at all.

So why even try?

The thought ran across his mind hot ….and strong.

Though he shook it away, he just press on.

They were all just tired, stress, and upset, those looks meant nothing. He told himself that until he touches the sewer floor. His brother in orange pass him by, his brother in purple shift back towards the entry way to look for their oldest brother descent. Or at least, that was what Raph thought, until he heard Donatello's voice. Until he heard his words, his plea, his prayer, his wish, and it crush everything inside of him at once.

"I wish he would think about others' feelings for a change."

Donnie hadn't meant to say those words out loud. He was just frustrated when he spoke those words. So much had happen, in such a short time, and it had got to him. He had almost lost a brother, had to stand up against overwhelming odds, and watch his family break down from the inside out afterwards. He just wanted it to end. For them all to be more like brothers and friends again, so he had with the logic of a scientist saw the problem he had to solve. The one thing that needed to be fix to make everything run right. Stars he knew, granted no wishes at all, yet, the one framed in the circle of their tunnel home had called out to him. It had shone too brightly. He had thought for just a moment, what was the harm?

The harm….

He almost felt the shift in the air as the star was block out by his oldest brother's bulk and he looks away to see in the partial darkness the reason for his wish. His brother in red, for a split second, he saw the hurt there, and then it was gone.

..he hadn't meant to cause harm.

Anger curl forward, and teeth would clench as though Raph was struggling to keep something dark trap within. Something that when it came out, was going to be very painful for the genius. His wish had been a foolish thing, but then Donnie saw nothing more.

Leo had drop between them.

More than likely, just in time, as he pass them by, and Raph seems to have gone with him.

It was a long walk home.

Raph had move to the front of the group, which meant that Mikey no longer had him glaring at the back of his shell. That seems to relax their baby brother a bit, and with Leo just a bit behind him …made sure there was enough space in between the two to keep them from breaking down into a fight… as his oldest brother grumble his complaints. It was a rather peaceful walk, and thus, Donnie couldn't help assessing the damage that his brother in red had done.

The entire mission should have been a easy thing. They were tracking a canister of mutagen that had managed to come within their tracker's range on the surface. Pick up and retrieval, so easy, but things never went that way. It would seem that the foot had found it first.

Razher and Fishfang was in their ranks, but, other than the three foot bots …there was nothing more.

Their luck wasn't totally bad, and so, Leo had come up with a plan that would allow them to pluck the canister and then get away. Afterall, their mission was to retrieve the canister, not fight if they could avoid it. Yet, Raph hadn't accepted that, and charge forward.

It was a slap to Leo's face.

Raph had thought his plan not good enough, him not good enough.

Though Donnie knew Raph hadn't meant it that way.

Just carelessness.

Though it wasn't enough, when Mikey had nearly been kill. The trauma bringing the horror to the surface, like when he had nightmares at home …, their orange mask brother had reach to his older brother for support. if they had been home, if they had been alone, Raph would have gave that support without a single thought. Though they weren't, and Raph hid such tenderness in the darkness, and thus, Mikey's reward….cutting words, and a cold shoulder.

Their baby brother had felt rejected.

Selfishness

Raph had an image to uphold, but still couldn't he see how much his brother needed him right then.

Simply selfishness.

Then when all was said and done, and Donnie himself had gone to check on wounds. His other two brothers had quickly comply, but not his hotheaded brother. No, Raph had snap at him, and pull away. The long cut on his arm flashing in his vision like a taunt. If it got infected later, that would be more work for him and worry. Sickness was never easy on an of them.

Inconsiderate

Yet, there was nothing he could do about his brother's actions or how they affect everyone as they walk towards the entrance of their home. Their trek in the sewers done, Donnie couldn't help his mind wandering back to that star. His wish echoing in his heart.

"I wish my brother was more considerate of others' feelings."

(Chapter 3 -Completed)