**Author's Note**
I'm so sorry! I have been so busy with work and school. I had to quit two of my three jobs because we suddenly became horrifyingly understaffed at my janitor job. So even though I get to sleep more, I'm now doing the work of three other janitors. Basically, I have to clean the whole school in eight hours. And the campus is ridiculously huge. -_-;
So, I apologize for the wait.
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Now on with the chapter~!
Author's Note**
Come What May Ch.7
Raphael couldn't keep the grin off his face. It's the first time he's been topside since the mating season, and he couldn't believe he survived that long without fresh air. He supposes having two very horny lovers kind of helped. But secretly, he can't wait for the next mating season. Don't get him wrong, he loves Leo, and Mikey's alot of fun, but there's some mysterious aura around Donatello that practically screams kink. And while Leo does like some spice in the bedroom, he's pretty sure Don knows techniques that would make his toes curl. His body tingles at the mere thought.
He mentally shakes his head and focuses on the night life. He feels his feet crunch into the concrete of the roof when he senses Leo's order to stop. He skids to a halt and turns around. They left Donatello about a roof and a half behind. He perks up. His genius brother has noticed something. Excitement pools in his belly. Has to be Purple Dragons, his bloodlust is stirring. He watches his brother point to run down garage across the street. "Did the Foot and the Purple Dragons have a date?" He stares at a window to the dirty building. His eyes widen as he sees a Purple Dragon member pass a Foot ninja within seconds of each other. "Now dat's a site ya don' see ev'ry day." A rush of adrenalin bubbles in his chest. A fight! A real slobberknocker is awaiting for him inside! His glee for battle suddenly drops into trepidation. Uh oh. Something bad is going to happen if they go down there. "Then let's break up this little party," whispers his blue-banded mate. Ah, crud.
They successively sneak in. That's odd. If these bad boys were doing something horrid, a secrity system at least would have been there for Don to hack. Something's not right. Once inside, his eyes linger on the hotrods lined up. Beauts, the lot of them! He wonders if he can steal the '75 Camaro for Don to tinker with. But the awe over the machine quickly dissipitates as he senses rather than sees the horde of people surrounding him and his brothers. He yanks out his sai just in time to block a katana and knock away a kusarigama. He rolls away, stabbing a Foot ninja in the thigh. He smirks at the sheer amount of bodies just waiting for him. He feels his adrenalin and bloodlust rise in sync, and he lets loose, not waiting for his enemies to attack. Steel pipes, bats, clubs of wood with rusty nails in them, katana, shuriken, needles, kunai, tonfa, you name it, they had it. And were using every last one of them to try to take him down. Not this angry turtle. Blood has splattered onto his face, some getting into his mouth. He grimaces at the taste of copper, but to the people still fighting him, it looks like a bloody, boodthristy grin. The end of his vision is starting to turn red as he takes down the last ninja. He takes a small breather, only to see another army take the place of the one he just destroyed. Two crunching sounds reached his earslits. he turns to the direction of one of his brothers, and visibly pales. A gaping hole in the garage door is seen, and just to the left of him, his olive-toned brother smushed in between a monster of a demolition vehicle and the brick wall connecting the garage to the factory next door.
He's honestly not sure how he got over to where Don was being crushed, but he was there in record time, and using a herculean feat-even for himself- he hurls the metal monster right at Hun, who was laughing harshly at his brother's pain. He catches his brother, who cringes in his arms, a breathy moan escapes. He swallows the bile that rises in this throat. His gentle brother is completely shattered, it's a miracle he's still alive. Gently, he picks him up bridal style and turns to his still fighting brothers. "Leo! Le's go!" His brothers turn to him and visibly pale at the sight. They somehow manage to escape without being followed. They make it to a sewer cover and hop in. "Jus' hang on, Donnie, hang on..." Instinctively, his brothers head toward the abandoned subway station that houses their friend Leatherhead, the only one who would even be able to fix their fallen brother. Raph ignores the blood sliding down his hands, arms, and onto his legs. He will not lose a brother tonight. Not even if he has to go to Hell and kick the Devil's ass himself.
Hope begins to rise in his chest. Only ten more feet, and Don will be okay. Leo knocks quickly and harshly on the subway car door that houses their larger friend. "Raphie..." A small hand places itself on his plastron. He stops and looks down at his broken brother. Tears and blood escape from his eyes as his gentle brother smiles softly up at him. "Jus' hang on a bit more, Donnie-boy, we're almost dere..."
"Come... what may..." Panic starts to grip the red-banded turtle. Why is his brother singing to him?! And that one of all things? "Don, don' do dis rite now!" "I will... love you..." Why is he singing his calming song with the last of his energy?! Unless... no! No, his brother is NOT going to die right here in his arms! "Donnie!" "Til my... dy...ing..." Hysteria grips him by the shell as he sees the light fade from his brother's eyes. Some water drops onto an olive forehead. But rainy season isn't here yet. It's then he realizes that it was a teardrop- his. "Donatello!" He watches in slow motion as the hand that was resting on his plastron drops lifelessly onto its owners. His arms visibly shake. The tears in his eyes makes his vision blurry. No. This can't be happening. His doctor, his psychologist, his best friend, his brother, his life did not just die. The blood still dripping from his brother's rapidly cooling corpse snaps him into reality. His brother died in his arms, trying to keep him calm one last time. An inhumane roar of agony escapes his throat.
No... it will not end like this...
**Author's note**
Just so you know, I'm sobbing. Killing him once was bad enough. But yes, now we have caught up to Forget Me Never. The next chapter will be up... soonish? Idk.
