Donatello's P.O.V.
There's always something beautiful in the way that Leonardo calls to his Chi. Every breath and movement manages to look graceful despite the mere simplicity of how the muscles along his arms, throat, and body ripple with a hidden energy; an energy that is calling to my own. Yet I ignore it in favor of watching this display that he unknowingly puts on.
His fingers suddenly splay outward, and his nostrils flare in anticipation as his mind becomes numb with emotions; making him lost to the real world. His eyes finally draw to a close and his entire body sags in a relaxed posture. So serene and free from all worldly constraints; a state that is rare for anyone to see him in. My eyes flick down to his left calf where the tail end of his dragon begins to glow. The intricate lines of his naturally given body art begins glowing with a hypnotizing light; the pulsing rhythm following the steady beat of his own heart. Breathtaking.
I roll my head in a slow circle and begin to internally reach down to my own core; the call too strong to ignore any longer. There is no pain, merely enlightenment as I bring forth the essence of my being; uncapping my Ido and releasing it from its confinement. It comes spilling out with an eagerness I had not known before; leaving me to shiver with the unexpectedness of such a rush. Numbers, memories, statistics, and data rush about my mind in a roar of movement. I grin at the familiarity of it all.
My eyes flash open as I feel the warmth seep from my body and is replaced with a soothing ache of coldness. Tendrils of violet light swirl from my Ore as they teasingly roll over Leo in an attempt to draw out his own Chi. I watch as he sits before me with eyes blazing blue and insignias glowing brightly. Right now he is unseeing - viewing only his core and remaining in a state of internal sight. He will remain unaware of anything beyond his own spiritual plane, and instead will focus on guiding the process of replenishment with deep concentration.
I allow for myself to let loose on the reins a bit; trying to help Leo tease out his Chi. The coils of light complies willingly and begins to wash over Leo's skin in a dance of enticing waves and playful shadows. I can feel the eagerness from my Chi as it grows impatient; wanting to reunite with a soul as fascinating as Leo's.
Finally, Leon throws his head back and a wave of luster spills forth from his Ore. Soon it overflows like a waterfall and it bursts free from his mouth, eyes and fingers. It is violence and passion all mixed together, and there is nothing more magnificent. I drink in the sight with a scientific mind; cataloging certain highlights for later retrieval. This is only the second time that this process has occurred and I am nothing if curious.
Without warning our Ores suddenly come together and explode in a separate galaxy of bright hues and abstract matter. I release a low chuckle of amusement, because this is something new and I can't help but wonder what has caused this little star show.
Leo lifts his hand distractedly and the glow of colors wrap around his lithe forearm and palm slowly. I watch as he begins to chant in a Japanese tongue as he calls upon my energy; coaxing it to help replenish his own core. It works and I can feel the energy within jerk in reaction to his commands. Cocking my head to the side I unfurl my fingers and extend them toward him in guidance of direction. My Chi obeys without hesitation; the strobes twirling about my fingers and knuckles soothingly, before snaking outward and curling about his body. They wind their way across his plastron and shell, before piercing the surface of his sapphire colored gem.
With that final act I can now feel him, yet in a way that is seemingly impossible to describe. As the only mutants of our kind, and of course being ninjas, we are not unaccustomed to touching one another in respective terms. A punch here, a gentle side hug there. We have all grown familiar with the simple uniqueness of the other.
However, not everyone has the chance to feel the presence of another's mind. Neither Michelangelo or Raphael can see the very core of another brother, nor may they ever be able to understand the great impact it provides. Yet I am able to experience such things, and I must admit that Leonardo is beautiful; beyond anything that anyone has ever seen. His soul is a presence of warmth and gentleness, and despite the fact that I have seen it, there is nothing I may use in comparison, in order for anyone else to understand. There is nothing I can write down in my mass amount of journals in order to convey the absurdity of a soul being it's own mind and spirit; an own being using this body as a temporary host.
I am suddenly overwhelmed with his presence as it enters my mind. Leonardo is overpowering and dominating; a leader in his own right. His essence fills my senses until I believe that my mind will go into overdrive. The blood running under my skin boils from the heat Leon's presence presents. My sense of sight, sound and smell diminishes until there is nothing left but a sheath of brilliant blue. Then, when I believe that I will not be able to handle any more, there is a sudden shift of reprieve followed by a wave of gentle coolness. A shiver runs down my spine at the sensation of feather light touches against my Ore. Then there is an invisible tug; something reaching out to the very core of my being.
I recognize this sensation and I don't hesitate to allow for the commencement to continue. My body grows lax and my mind grows hazy as Leonardo's Chi acts in response. I can feel my own essence being pulled from me in order to rehabilitate the darkness within Leonardo. I lend him my strength in order to reinforce the control he must garner over the mounting senses trying to override his body and spirit.
As quick as it was to begin, it is soon over; his presence receding slowly, leaving me feeling somewhat empty and hollow. My eyes flash open and I grin at the success of this procedure. I release a breath of relief.
Blinking away the blur from my vision, I find that Leonardo is still lost in his mind, a cocoon of our power wrapping about him as they merge together. His eyes are glazed in deep concentration and a trickle of sweat beads down his right temple. It is somewhat unnerving to see him so immobile, lost in a torrid of his innermost thoughts and emotions.
I can't help but be drawn into the sight of him, and suddenly there is an all too dangerous urge to touch him; to run my fingers over the flexing muscle and scarred plastron. A primal part of me wishes to run the sensitive pads of my fingers along the ridge of his lips before claiming them with my own. His energy and spirit prove to be enticing in their own way and suddenly I find myself leaning closer. I hold my breath as my hand draws nearer to his chest. My heart is thudding unevenly in my ears and the blood is rushing to my head. I worry the bottom of my lip between my teeth as my fingers creep ever closer, hovering over the area where his own heart lies.
My forefinger twitches as I adjust my glasses uncertainly.
It won't hurt. Just a little test to collect data; to determine if this is merely hormones in the play, or something of greater consequence.
Logic concludes that this is a passing phase- A brush of fingers along his scutes.
However, incest is considered morally wrong in society's culture- I draw back slightly in hesitation.
Yet, who is to say that we are obligated to follow those rules if we aren't a part of that society? Besides, we aren't even truly related - I lean closer and press the entire palm of my hand flush against his heart; the heat seeping through to my skin. I shoot a glance at his face and find him to be oblivious. I begin to raise my other hand as well, intent on tracing the contour of his arm.
Until -
"Shut the fuck up Mikey 'fore I make ya!" followed by a threatening growl.
I jerk back as I am startled from the unexpected outburst. A small twinge erupts in my chest from the sudden distance between Leo and I, and anger is soon to replace it. Dammit Raphael. What the hell is your problem? Wait, Raph? What in Aristotle's name would Raph be-
Suddenly the Dojo grows dark as the previous glow of our Ores' recede. The warmth and calm that had once filled the room has been replaced with an atmosphere of panic and confusion.
My eyes widen and I scramble backwards to avoid being hit as Leo abruptly jolts back into reality with a strangled noise. He lunges at me and cups a hand around my jaw and the other about my shoulder. His eyes frantically searches mine and I realize that he is assessing me for injuries. He grows calm as he concludes that I am perfectly fine. Then the panic settles within him once more. A single row of candles manages to survive Leonardo's movements as he jerks back to a shaky stand.
"What!? Where… Mikey is he- Raph? Raphael!?" Leon suddenly verbalizes in his confusion. His mind is desperately trying to make sense of the unforeseen situation, and since the leader within is trying to shove his way to the forefront of his mind, he is having trouble in properly pulling himself together from the recent excursion he had gone through.
"Wait, Leo," but my voice falls on deaf ears as he's already made his way out of the Dojo doors. I shake my head before following in pursuit. The combined voices of Leo and Raph reach me before I make it fully to the Dojo doors, and I pause to quickly grab my Bo in precaution. I shake off the lingering fatigue as I cross through the threshold, and almost get a fist in the face for the effort.
