Prompt #11!

OCT 30th - Feast

There was a church down the block. He'd take Raph there. They wouldn't notice him. He needed to calm Raph down. He needed to help his brother.

"Come on, Raphie," he coaxed, trying to get his brother to stand with him. He helped his brother stand; Raph was still a sobbing mess, but he cooperated.

Leo walked his brother to the end of the rooftop, and they jumped after some coaxing from Leo's part. As they made their way to the next edge, Leo looked to the side and gasped, bringing Raph over. "How did this happen?" he asked himself, seeing the chaos only the demon could have created. "I-I was in the trance! I-It was fighting so hard to get out, b-but I didn't let it! O-Or, I thought I didn't!"

Raph looked at his brother. "H-Hey, it's O-OK, Leo. The police'll handle it."

Leo nodded shakily, and they went to the rooftop of the church. They were eating inside. It looked like a celebratory feat, by Leo's scrutinizing eyes.

It didn't matter. He needed to help Raph before something bad happened.

The blue-clad turtle helped his brother sit on his knees and sat in front of him. "Hey, buddy…" he started, unsure where to go with this. He didn't know what Raph had seen.

Raph wrapped his arms around his brother, desperately needing the physical contact, even though he knew what had caused him to see what he'd seen. He knew it wasn't Leo's fault, though. It was the demon.

And besides, perhaps Leo needed comfort just as much as Raph did.

Leo didn't know what to do at first, staring blankly at nothing. He then caved and hugged his brother back, rubbing soothing circles on his shell. It had always calmed them as children.

Raph sniffled a few minute later, leaning away and sitting with his legs crossed. Leo did the same, unsure what to say.

"How'd ya get out-?"

"I don't know. Don't ask, please. I don't want to know. I don't want to understand how it could have possibly done that, I don't… Just, don't ask."

Raph nodded solemnly, studying the marks on his brother's body. There were several lines going down his face, and some on the sides of his head. There were also some on his arms, and a few dots on his legs, probably from tears dripping there.

"Leo… Yer scars…" he started, but Leo shook his head.

"I know. I'm not proud. I'm ashamed," Leo muttered, bringing his knees up and leaning on them.

They sat there for a bit, neither saying a word, just listening to the joyous cheers of the church-goers' feast below them.

I didn't really incorporate the prompt as much as I would've liked to, but it's here. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Review please!

Shadow