As always a huge thank you to my wonderful Beta Amonraphoenix, who was kind enough to beta this chapter even though she was so busy. Your hard work is greatly appreciated:)
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Okay, this chapter is pretty long, and there is a lot going on, so please sit back and enjoy, things are about to get weird;)
Chapter 10
Donatello bowed his head in veneration. She had found him. Tears unwillingly sprang to his eyes at this. She has not forsaken me. He thought to himself with joy and relief. She was his world -worshipped her at her altar- and she had managed to find him. He hadn't even known he was lost, but now, now he was found, and her presence was glorious. She was like a cool, soothing balm to his burning, tortured soul.
"You came for me," he reverently whispered in a shaky breath. These words surprised him slightly because he had wished instead to say, 'You exist, I'm not insane! You are real, but...you…can't be…you should be dead.'
Donatello dared not meet her eyes. He could not bear to see the disappointment or anger in those glorious green depths for ever doubting her and for not looking for her.
"I will always come for you, Donatello. No matter where you are, what world you exist upon or what form you inhabit…I will always find you. Even Death himself cannot part us, not really," was his Mistress' soft, gentle reply.
Donatello looked up at his Mistress in abject adoration as tears of sublime bliss streamed down his cold cheeks. She was smiling at him, her eyes sparkling with undying love and impish reproach. He felt his heart soar with the utter and complete love he felt for her.
Raphael watched as Donatello stumbled forward, despite Leonardo's worried shout for him to stop. The woman in front of them pulled off her helmet, wavy golden hair tumbling out and around her shoulders in a magnificent waterfall as she shook it out.
Raphael felt his mouth fall open in shock, as he realized that he recognized her. He had never seen her before in his life, but he knew she was the woman that Donatello had been dreaming about.
The woman of Donatello's actual dreams was standing before them, flesh and blood.
Raphael was stymied, his mind trying to come to grips with this when Donatello fell to his knees in front of her. At first Raphael had believed that it was due to shock that his brother had fallen to the ground, until Donatello had bowed his head and obediently said, "Hello...Mistress."
Raphael took a worried step forward, knowing that he had only heard that term issued from his brother's mouth when he was Dark Donatello.
Raphael swallowed down his horror, taking another worried step towards his kneeling brother, whose entire focus was upon the woman who stood in front of him.
Raphael looked back at her. She was beautiful, even he could admit that. Her eyes hadn't strayed to any of the rest of them, her focus solely upon the kneeling form of Donatello. Her green eyes shimmered slightly, a soft, gentle smile upon her face.
Donatello spoke again, head still bowed in respect and devotion.
"You came for me." Donatello's voice shook with wonder as he spoke.
The woman's smile widened at this. "I will always come for you, Donatello. No matter where you are, what world you exist upon, or what form you inhabit, I will always find you. Even Death himself cannot part us, not really."
Raphael felt his eye ridges raise in surprise at her words. But his eye ridges quickly slammed back down in anger. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew who did. He gripped his sais more tightly in his hands, moving forward threateningly.
"Alright, Lady, I don't know who the hell you are, but-" Raphael began, his words roughly cut off as Donatello moved. He didn't even see his brother coming; one moment Donatello was on his knees, and in the next, had moved so silently, so quickly, and with such skill and precision that Raphael didn't even have time to react before his own sai had been pulled from his hand and pushed against his throat. Hot blood trickled down his neck as the tip of his sai bit into hiss flesh.
Raphael blinked in shock, paralyzed as he looked into Dark Donatello's furious hazel eyes, which somehow contained a hint of red within their depths. Donatello was no longer in charge, Dark Donatello was, and Raphael had no doubt in his mind that Dark Donatello would kill him without a moment's hesitation.
"Don't you ever talk to her that way or threaten her again," Donatello growled his voice low and filled with deadly intent.
Raphael tried not to swallow as Donatello bared his teeth in a feral snarl, pressing the sai deeper into his flesh.
"Donatello!" The woman's words were sharp and reprimanding. "Take the sai away from Raphael's throat, now."
Donatello jerked the sai away from Raphael's throat as if his body obeyed the command before his mind was able to process the order.
"He threatened you." Donatello snarled, eyes narrowing dangerously, his pupils taking on a hint of red while the chocolate colour of his irises leached to crimson gold.
"It is what Raphael does best, Donatello. Raphael threatens, uses violence and lashes out when he is scared, confused, hurt, angry, upset... well, almost any emotion really." The woman said with a lopsided grin.
Shivers ran up Raphael's spine at the woman who not only knew his name, but who also seemed to know who he was and how he would react to any given situation.
Donatello growled low in his throat, and the growl more like an animal's than anything else.
"Donatello," the woman snapped. "Stop that right now and look at me."
Donatello whipped his head around, the growling ceasing as he looked at her.
"That is enough!" Leonardo's voice echoed through the tunnel.
"Leonardo, shush," the woman murmured absently as she studied Donatello with what appeared to be concern. "Donatello, don't you dare shift. If you do you will destroy what little remains of Donatello's soul. Now calm down and take a deep breath. I'm not hurt and no one is going to hurt me. Now back away from Raphael. Good."
Donatello looked back at Raphael, pulling the sai away from his throat and backing away. The red light in his brother's eyes dimmed before dying altogether; the golden crimson colour of his irises vanished, replaced by his usual chocolate brown tint. Donatello blinked and shook his head as if trying to clear it.
Dark Donatello seemingly vanished, to be replaced again by Donatello, who looked over his shoulder at the woman. "Katherine!" he exclaimed in surprise as he ran to her side, completely oblivious to the violence he had perpetrated only moments before. "You're alive," he whispered in awe. "But, it's impossible." He said in disbelief, reaching out and cupping her cheek, running his thumb across her satin skin.
Raphael didn't know why, but he almost expected the woman to flinch back from his brother's touch, but she didn't. Instead, she looked up at Donatello, her head tipping slightly to the side, almost as if she were thinking about something.
Raphael tried to understand how the woman of Donatello's dreams had suddenly appeared, and how it was even possible that she knew who Donatello was; seemed to know who himself and Leonardo were as well. This thought only served to make him even more frustrated, confused and angry.
"But you're dead." Donatello continued, his voice shaking. "I failed you. You were killed because I couldn't save you. But…where is the scar? Leo gave you a scar across your cheek, right here, but it… it isn't there." Donatello frowned, his brow wrinkling in confusion before clearing, eyes brightening with hope and joy. "It isn't too late!" Donatello grabbed a hold of the woman's shoulders in what had to be a punishing grip, indicated by her slight wince..
"Donatello-" The woman named Katherine began, but Donatello cut her off.
"It's not too late. I don't know how, but this time, I can save you. This time you don't have to die," Donatello told her desperately, bringing her in close and hugging her tightly against his trembling body.
Katherine pulled away slightly, a frown marring her face. "Donatello, kill Raphael." She suddenly ordered her voice calm and emotionless.
Raphael felt a chill run down his spine as Michelangelo gasped and Leonardo shouted, "No!"
Donatello turned quickly, Raphael's sai still clutched tightly in his hand, his brown eyes taking on a hint of reddish-gold; filling with murderous bloodlust.
"Yes, Mistress." Donatello smiled maliciously, advancing towards Raphael. "It would be my pleasure."
Raphael took a step back, his sai clenched in his hand, his empty hand balled into an angry fist. "Donny, don't make me hurt you," Raphael pleaded not daring to take his eyes from his suddenly homicidal younger brother.
"Donny! Stop!" Leonardo yelled, but his order fell upon deaf ears. "Mikey!" Leonardo shouted, obviously wanting Michelangelo to protect Raphael.
"Donatello, stop. Return to as you were." Katherine suddenly commanded. Donatello abruptly stopped moving. Raphael shot a quick glance towards Michelangelo who had moved a few steps closer to the woman. Leonardo was standing on his own, but looked unsteady.
Donatello blinked and turned back towards the woman. "What…?" Donatello questioned, a confused frown forming on his face.
"Donatello, how did we meet?" the woman asked suddenly.
Michelangelo inched closer, but the woman didn't seem to be paying attention to anyone but Donatello.
"Raph stabbed you." Donatello quickly answered. "You almost died; did die for a few moments. He lacerated your liver, your heart stopped beating as you went into shock."
Raphael felt his mouth fall open in shock, his brother's words sounding so sure and definite.
Katherine nodded in agreement. "And you were shot in the chest, nearly died a few months after we met."
Donatello nodded and Raphael felt goose bumps rise along his skin. He remembered Donatello telling them before that he had been shot, but there had been no bullet wound where he had claimed he had been shot. Raphael felt his eyes narrow in suspicion, an idea blooming in his mind.
This woman must have done something to his brother, placing thoughts and memories into his mind and making him believe he was another version of himself.
"Yes, I remember. You saved me," Donatello whispered closing the distance between them.
"Good," she said nodding. "And how did Katherine die?" she asked softly.
Donatello flinched and shifted his eyes away. "You…I…There was a bloody sheet covering your body, but I remember... There were chains, hanging from the ceiling, and y-you were being tortured by… Raph, Mikey, Leo…myself. We all…Raph struck the fatal blow," Donatello choked out, his head shaking from side to side as Raphael felt revulsion fill him at the scene his brother's words painted in his mind.
"But it wasn't us," Donatello quickly added. "Only… creatures who looked like us."
Katherine nodded. "And after that?" she prompted softly.
Donatello looked up at her then then turned his head away, eyes closing in pained remembrance. Finally he shook his head. "It's hurts to remember," He whispered miserably.
Sorrow filled the woman's eyes as she nodded in understanding. "Donatello, kneel before me," she ordered softly, her voice containing a hint of something that Raphael couldn't quite put his finger on.
That was when Raphael realized that there were different tones to her voice that seemed to trigger Donatello's shift from himself to Dark Donatello and back again. Raphael knew that if he could get her to stop talking, it would break Donatello out of the trance or spell, or whatever the hell it was that she was doing to him that let her control him.
Raphael clenched his sai more tightly in his hand and took a step towards the woman; Michelangelo continuing his own careful progress towards her.
Donatello knelt, head bowed towards the ground in obedient reverence.
"Donatello, who am I?" she questioned her voice sharp and insistent.
"My Mistress," Donatello said worshipfully.
"True, but what is my name?" she asked.
Donatello froze. "I would never dare speak it, it's too dangerous," Donatello stated.
She frowned, but nodded in understanding.
"Do you remember Darkness?" she asked and for some reason Raphael could hear the capital 'D' in the word Darkness.
Donatello frowned. "No."
"Donatello, stand, and back to as you were."
Donatello hastily stood. "I…"
"Who am I Donatello?" she asked again.
"Katherine," Donatello immediately answered. "But I don't understand how-"
"Do you remember Darkness?" she interrupted.
"Yes," he answered swiftly. "She-" he began but Katherine held up a hand and Donatello stopped talking.
Michelangelo had by this time almost made it to Katherine's side. Donatello noticed their baby brother's movement and began to growl warningly in his throat, his eyes shading towards crimson gold, lips pulled back from his teeth in a silent snarl. The woman suddenly let out a soft moan and fell towards the floor. Donatello turned quickly and managed to catch her before she hit the ground.
"Mistress! Are you…?" Donatello began in concern, lowering her so that she was sitting on the ground, her back leaning up against her bike.
"Donatello, you are a mess," she observed softly as Donatello knealt by her side. "Where did you get this scar?" she asked not answering his question.
Donatello looked down at his arm in confusion, a frown crossing his face. "I don't know, and I don't care," he snarled impatiently. "Where are you hurt?" he asked desperately.
Katherine waved away his concern. "I haven't eaten in a while, and I am slightly dehydrated as well. But no matter, tell me about your brothers," she said as Donatello looked over his shoulder towards them.
"What about them?" Donatello bit out. "They are apparently free to annoy me and take you from my side. Or at least, they will try." Donatello drew back his lips from his teeth in a threatening manner. "Maybe I should just kill them all now. That way you will be mine and only mine…forever."
Raphael glanced at Leonardo who was pale, shaking, and had a worried, horrified look on his face that was no doubt reflected on Raphael's own.
Raphael was trying to keep his breathing level as he edged closer to the woman and Donatello. If he got the woman away from Donatello, then his brother would be fine, and they would be able to find out what she had done to him. Luckily, he knew one way to get Donatello away from her side.
"Stop doing whatever the hell you're doing to him before I cut that pretty face of yours to ribbons!" Raphael snarled threateningly as Donatello's head whipped around in fury; his eyes changing to more crimson than gold, so much so that they were nearly glowing.
Raphael looked at Donatello in horror. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the look of utter and absolute terror on Michelangelo's face.
The woman put a restraining hand on Donatello's shoulder holding him in place as Donatello growled threateningly.
"I did not do this to him, Raphael. At least, not in the way you believe," she explained. "But he can't remain like this he is killing your brother." She spoke as if his genius brother were not kneeling right in front of her.
"Donatello," she began Donatello turning his attention back to the woman in front of him. Raphael could feel something moving along his skin, a prickling, heavy sort of sensation. Donatello stilled as if awaiting an order. "You need to fix your soul."
Donatello's crimson- gold eyes narrowed. "There is nothing wrong with my soul," he growled shifting so that he was kneeling right in front of her.
She glared at Donatello. "I have been watching you do your best impersonation of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde these past few moments and it is as disturbing as it is annoying," she snapped in irritation. "Now go and fix your soul, and that is an order!"
Raphael felt that prickling across his skin intensify uncomfortably. Donatello's eyes suddenly rolled up into his head and sliding closed as he slumped forward and onto the woman.
"Donny!" Raphael shouted in fear, running to his brother's side. He pulled Donatello off of the woman and rolled him over, checking for a pulse at his brother's throat. He found a steady beat beneath his fingers and let out a sigh of relief.
The woman blew out a breath, leaning her head back against the bike and wiping away the blood that trickled down from her nose with a black gloved finger.
Raphael looked over at the woman who was not looking at him; instead her eyes were partially closed. She gave a slight smirk. "This will no longer work on me. I know the truth, and the truth has set me free," she whispered, though Raphael had the distinct impression that she was not talking to any of them. She closed her eyes completely and slumped sideways, away from Donatello's unconscious form.
Raphael blinked in shock, his eyes flying to Leonardo for guidance. Raphael had no idea what had happened or what to do next.
"Mikey, grab the woman, Raph, grab Donny-" Leonardo began.
"It's okay, Leo, I got her. Mikey, just be careful with Donny." Michelangelo looked terrified of getting anywhere near Donatello or the woman. "Mikey, take Donny, I'll take the woman. She did something to Donny, and I ain't gonna let this chick hurt either you or anyone else, so that's why I'm takin' her. But you gotta take Donny cause Leo's useless right now." Raphael explained patiently ignoring Leonardo's indignant 'Hey!' at his words.
Michelangelo finally nodded reluctantly in agreement.
Raphael stood and helped Michelangelo gently haul Donatello up and over his shoulder in a fireman's carry; while Leonardo slowly made his way back to the entrance of the lair, using the damp stone wall to support himself.
Raphael turned his attention back to the woman who was slumped over on the ground. He crouched down and studied her. She was wearing a one piece black leather motorcycle outfit. His eyes strayed to her face. She was perhaps too pale -her dark lashes standing out starkly against her alabaster cheeks- but this did not detract from her beauty in any way.
He carefully picked her up and was surprised at how light she was, and how it felt so right for her to be in his arms. He shook his head trying to dislodge the frightening thought. He stood and wondered what power this slight woman had over his brother and possibly even himself.
He looked at the light smudge of blood beneath her nose. The fact that her nose had also began to bleed while she was making Donatello 'remember' things bothered him.
She opened her eyes slightly and looked at him, though her gaze didn't quite meet his own eyes.
"It feels nice to be in your arms again, Raphael." She whispered softly as her eyes slid closed again, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
Raphael's arms held her more tightly against his chest as a surge of protective possessiveness filled him. He slowly walked with her back to the lair, his mind in turmoil.
Donatello opened his eyes and pulled his head up from the keyboard. He slid his chair back, striking the table behind him.
He frowned in confusion as he tried to remember what had happened. He rubbed tired fingers over his eyes and slowly stood, stretching out his cramped muscles. He turned and almost walked right into his darker self, whose golden-red eyes were nearly blood red with furious rage.
Dark Donatello pulled his lips back from his teeth exposing his sharp canines in a feral snarl.
"My Mistress ordered me here!" Dark Donatello growled.
Donatello rubbed his head."What happened?" he murmured more to himself than to his darker self. "Wait!" he said as his memory flooded back to him. "She exists," he said reaching out and clutching at his dark self's shoulders.
His hands however did not grab a solid form and instead slid straight through. Donatello stared at his hands in horror as his eyes sought out his darker self's in confusion.
"My Mistress has ordered us to fix our soul." Dark Donatello growled. "My memory is still hazy, some things do not make sense to me, but I do remember one thing," he said as he stepped close, Donatello's hands sliding straight through his darker self's body. "There is a reason we cannot be separated from one another, and that is because we are one. I am you, and you are me. It was not always so, we were at one time separate beings, each with their own wants and desires, but now, we cannot ever be sundered. Someone had attempted it, but it could not be done."
Donatello felt his eyes widen in surprise as Dark Donatello stepped through him; though perhaps a better word would be, into him.
Donatello felt his world go dark and a chill ran through his body followed by intense heat. He screamed in agonizing pain. It felt as if his skin was burning and his organs were shredded and torn viciously from his brutally abused and convulsing body.
The finally opened his eyes after what felt like an eternity of never ending pain. His chest was heaving with frantic, almost wheezing gasps as he struggled for air. He looked down at his hands, which were shaking slightly in disbelief and fear. He balled his scarred hands into fists and stood, having unknowingly fallen to his knees during the excruciating merger of their two souls.
His mind was in turmoil. All of his memories hazy, indistinct, and badly fractured, but at least he could remember something.
He quickly turned, his dark trench coat billowing out behind him as he strode towards the living room, passing the couch where he had always lounged, and to the door that he had finally managed to blow open.
He stepped through what remained of the doorway in his mind that had been blocked and reinforced to keep him out, and strode purposefully towards where he knew the lab to be.
The frail, broken form of the other Donatello sat slouched against the wall, just inside his lab. If the other Donatello noticed his abrupt entrance he did not show it. His form was oddly translucent; all of the colours that had once made up the substance of his form were leaching out of him.
Donatello crouched down in front of his other, fading self, and contemplated him for a moment before standing up and forcing himself to wake up.
Donatello's eyes snapped open. He let out a groan as he slowly sat up. He was in the lab. He looked around, the smell of healing herbs, sage and incense was thick in the air. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the smell, wiping the oil from his forehead in irritation.
Donatello's eyes searched the lab. Michelangelo and Master Splinter were absent, while Leonardo sat across the room close to the cot that had been outfitted with the restraints that Donatello believed would have to be used on himself. Raphael stood in front of the cot, arms crossed over his chest as he studied the woman who lay on motionless before him, apparently unconscious and restrained by the heavy leather bands.
Katherine.
Her name was like the soft ringing of a bell within him, striking that exact cord that drew him from his bed and towards her.
Leonardo moved slightly, alerting Raphael who turned towards him. Raphael tensed his hands moving to the twin sais slung through his belt.
Donatello pulled his lips back from his teeth in irritation. "You had better move, Raphael. And untie her," he said dangerously, advancing towards the two turtles.
"Donny, I don't know what the hell this chick did to you but we are-" Raphael never got the chance to finish what he had been about to say.
Donatello charged Raphael grabbing him by the throat and slamming him down hard to the ground. Raphael hadn't even had the chance to draw his sais.
"Don't threaten me, or her, Raphael," Donatello snarled, tightening his grip upon Raphael's throat. Raphael began to struggle desperately clawing at his fingers. "I am not in the mood." Donatello punctuated his words by slamming Raphael's head onto the floor.
Donatello heard muffled mumbling. He looked towards the cot and realized that Katherine was awake and that her mouth had been duct taped closed. "Duct taping her mouth shut was a mistake." Donatello snarled including Leonardo in his warming to Raphael. "Because now she can't order me to not kill you, and, Raphael, I so very much want to kill you," his voice was silky smooth and deadly.
Leonardo stood upon shaky legs and shouted at him, warning him to let Raphael go. Donatello had to restrain a malicious chuckle at the attempt to intimidate him.
"You had better sit down, Leonardo. You are less than useless right now," he squeezed Raphael's throat tightly, his body thrashing in distress as the his body screamed for oxygen. The distressed sound of Katherine struggling against her bonds forced him to look back at her. She was furious, her eyes filled with angry tears.
Donatello let Raphael go and stood. Raphael gasped in a much needed breath of air and rolled onto his side, coughing and waving away Leonardo's assistance as he struggled to his feet.
Donatello ignored them both. Realizing that he had angered his Mistress and needing to rectify his transgression, he pried the duct tape from her mouth and unbound her wrists, checking her over for any injuries. A low growl vibrated from deep within his chest. It took all of his willpower not to lash out at the ones who had bound his lover to the cot.
Katherine sat up and slid from the cot.
"What in the seven hells do you think you are doing?" she hissed angrily. Donatello flinched back as if he had been struck. "You need to calm down and take a deep breath. You are being ridden and although I expect that it is only natural after having been separated for so long, you need to get a hold of yourself before you do something you will regret." Her voice lost some of its anger and gentled.
Donatello nodded, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Although her words were not an order he knew the wisdom of following her advice. He opened his eyes, but caught Leonardo out of the corner of his eye. His eyes narrowed as he quickly turned stalking towards him.
Michelangelo sauntered into the lab and froze, his eyes wide with fear and shock. Michelangelo sidled up close to Leonardo who had slowly pulled his katana blade from his back.
Donatello stopped, the growl in his chest deepened as a flash of memory came to his mind of Leonardo attacking Katherine and giving her the scar across her cheek.
"Donatello, please. You don't really want to hurt Leonardo," she pleaded softly.
Unfortunately he did. He wanted to hurt Leonardo right now -more than hurt him in fact. Donatello knew the thought was wrong, but the urge was overpowering, because Leonardo had done so much more than just spill her precious blood.
He clenched his teeth together as he tried to make sense of his broken thoughts and memories. He felt conflicted and confused, but knew that there was something else wrong with him. "I don't understand what's going on," Donatello told her softly, studying Leonardo, Raphael and Michelangelo intently. "I can't remember…but I do. Everything is so jumbled...my thoughts, my feelings...nothing is right. I feel like I am suffocating; like I'm trapped in darkness and every sense is muffled and dulled."
"I know." She agreed softly from behind him. He clenched his fists together. His mind tumbled as he tried to remember, tried to make sense of everything.
The growl in his chest rose again as he looked over his shoulder at his mate. His eyes narrowed and changed; seeing how he knew he should be able to see, his vision sharpening, the smells around him becoming stronger, more clear.
"That's it, Donny" Raphael spoke up. "Can't you see that she did something to you?" Raphael coaxed in a hoarse voice, but Raphael sounded so far away. His mind was remembering the Beast; the creature with fangs and claws and a thirst for blood.
His mate took a step back hand raised slightly as if to ward him off.
"Donatello," she began taking another step back.
"Uh, Leo," Michelangelo asked softly. "Do...do we protect Donny from her or her from Donny?" he asked in a frightened voice as Donatello slowly stalked his prey.
"Don't shift, Donatello," his mate warned, still backing away from him. He didn't pursue her, but waited. He was waiting for her to take flight so that he could chase her and claim her as his own.
"Hey, I figure she's gonna get whatever she deserves," Raphael grumbled as he rubbed his throat before crossing his arms over his chest.
Donatello's mate turned and ran. He darted after her slamming her into the wall, dragging her arms above her head in a brutal hold that pinned her to the cold rough stone.
She turned her head away exposing her throat in a sign of surrender and submissiveness.
Donatello growled low in his throat as his teeth grazed the milky white surface.
"Okay, Donny, I think you've made your point." Leonardo stated from somewhere over his shoulder. "Let her go before you hurt her."
Donatello ignored his brother, Leonardo could wait his turn.
"Leo," Michelangelo pleaded fear filling his voice.
"Just leave him, Mikey," Raphael stated. "Let him threaten and scare her a little bit. She deserves a little payback for whatever the hell she did to him."
Donatello licked his tongue up the salty surface of the delicate skin of her neck. Her pulse beat steadily beneath her pale, warm skin.
"Donatello, stop," she whispered, though there was no order running beneath her words. He made his way back up to her face, leaning forward and claiming her parted lips in a passionate kiss. He crushed her between his plastron and the wall, lifting her up, her legs going around his hips for support. She made a slight moan of need mixed with desire that only inflamed him more.
Raphael watched Donatello turn and slowly stalk the woman with his eyes. Raphael didn't think that Donatello would hurt her; perhaps just scare her a little before letting her go. She darted away and Donatello moved, slamming her into the brick wall.
Raphael winced slightly as Donatello did this, but was glad that his brother's anger was at least aimed in the right direction.
His brother's beak brushed over her exposed throat. She moved her head away slightly and closed her eyes tightly. Raphael smiled as he watched her flinch in fear. He roughly shoved down the need to rush to her aid, Donatello wouldn't hurt her. At least... the Donatello he used to know wouldn't…
"Okay, Donny, I think you've made your point." Leonardo said soothingly as he moved closer to Donatello, his katana still held in his shaking hand. "Let her go before you hurt her."
"Leo," Michalngelo pleaded, fear filling his voice as Donatello continued to growl.
"Just leave him, Mikey." Raphael stated calmly. "Let him threaten and scare her a bit. She deserves it for whatever she did to him."
His genius brother suddenly licked up the side of her neck, tasting her, his growl deepening into a lustful rumble. Raphael's eye ridges rose in shock as he uncrossed his arms.
"Donatello, stop," she whimpered, her voice shaking slightly.
Donatello pulled away, moving forward again and kissing her roughly. He yanked her up higher her legs going around Donatello's hips in an effort to push his brother away.
"Donny, what the hell are you doin'?!" Raphael yelled in shock as the woman let out a muffled shout.
Donatello pulled away slightly, his fingers moving to the zipper of her leather outfit. He grasped the zipper and began sliding it down revealing a creamy expanse of cleavage that Raphael stared at in wonder for a moment before shaking his head slightly.
"D-Donatello," she protested, struggling weakly against Donatello's restraining grip.
Donatello growled low in his throat. He brushed her cheek with his own. "Don't fight me," he growled. "Please." His fingers slid the zipper down even further until it hit her navel. Under the leather suit she was naked.
"Donatello, stop," she pleaded.
"She said stop!" Raphael snarled advancing towards his brother who was now forcing his attentions onto the woman. He knew she deserved to be punished for whatever she had done to Donatello, but not like this. "What the hell is wrong with you, Donny!"
Donatello suddenly straightened as if finally hearing Raphael's shouted words.
"Get away from her!" Raphael snarled, fear and horror at the thought of what his brother was about to do running through his head.
Donatello pulled away, letting her legs slip from his hips to the floor.
"I forgot. I'm sorry," Donatello said softly pulling back and stepping away. The woman tried to pull her clothing back together, some of the leather having slipped exposing an alabaster shoulder. She crossed her arms in front of her, hugging herself, which only revealed the top of her breasts even more. The zipper had slid down past her navel stopping just above her hair line.
Raphael swallowed down his own lust, trying to pull his eyes away and focus instead on his insane brother. He had been so sure this woman had been behind his brother's 'illness', but now he wasn't so sure. That she knew something was obvious, but what and how much he couldn't even guess.
"I forgot that Raphael is here. It has been so long since you two were together." Donatello gently stoked her cheek with his thumb. "I'm sorry. I…You want to be with Raphael. You probably need to be with him"
Raphael blinked in shock. "Huh?" he asked stupidly.
"Donatello..." she began but Donatello shook his head, silencing her protest.
"I understand," Donatello said looking over his shoulder at Raphael who was looking back at him in confusion.
Raphael clenched his sais more tightly in his hands wondering what was going on, and if he was going to have to fight his brother.
"You don't have to fight me for her, Raphael. I can't ever be for her what you are, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to have my fill of her later," Donatello growled huskily, his voice possessive and dangerous.
"W-what?!" Raphael stammered in confusion at what his brother was hinting at.
"You're her lover, I'm not surprised you're jealous, it's understandable. You were gone for a very long time, and during that time we have kept her bed warm in your absence."
"I'm her what?! What bed? We? We who? What are you talking about!?" Raphael asked in rush of words, complete and utter shock filling him as a blush rose to stain his cheeks dark at the images the flooded his mind.
Donatello rolled his eyes at him. "Take her, Raphael. You'd better hurry; I'm not feeling in a particularly patient mood."
Donatello scooped the woman up into his arms and tossed her at Raphael. She let out a small squeal of shock. Raphael's eyes widened in surprise as he dropped his sais so that he could safely catch her.
Donatello crossed his arms over his chest as Raphael stumbled back a few steps under her unexpected weight.
"I am not a sack of potatoes, Donatello!" she huffed in irritation.
Donatello snorted. "Tell me it doesn't feel good being back in Raphael's arms again."
The woman didn't answer and Raphael stared into the moss green eyes that held his own amber ones.
He was caught.
He wasn't sure if this is how Donatello had fallen under whatever spell she had cast upon him, but Raphael no longer seemed to care. All that mattered was that this soft, warm, beautiful woman was clasped up against his plastron, her arms around his neck as she gazed at him with love, desire and a sadness that he wanted to make disappear, no matter the cost. He slowly lowered her feet to the ground -ever so carefully- as if she were made of the most precious and delicate porcelain. Raphael didn't break eye contact with her. He studied her and he realized that she hadn't been frightened of Donatello, quite the opposite in fact.
Raphael brushed her cheek gently with his thumb as Donatello had done only moments earlier.
Raphael hadn't realized that he had been looking for her. All of his life he had felt as if something had been missing; and now the missing piece of his soul was standing right in front of him. She was his world; his universe.
Part of him wanted to kneel before her, worship her, serve her, follow any command she wished to give him, and protect her with his very life. He wanted to bask in her presence and hope that he was fortunate enough for her to bestow her favour upon him.
The other part of him wanted to ravish her where they stood. He wanted to remove any and all clothing that separated their flesh. He wanted to feel her, breathe her in, taste her, plunge himself within her warm depths and never let her go.
His world narrowed into the pinpoint awareness and understanding that she was his, and he was hers.
Raphael leaned down and claimed her lips, crushing her against his plastron. He buried his hands in her glorious hair and devoured her in a kiss that shattered every wall he had ever erected and wrapped his soul in her gentle embrace.
Donatello watched as Raphael leaned down and claimed Katherine's lips with his own.
Michelangelo gasped in shock his mouth falling open, while Leonardo shouted a warning. His sword was drawn and poised to attack, even though Leonardo looked as if he was wasn't sure what to do -and even if he did- wouldn't manage two steps without collapsing to the floor.
"Donatello," Katherine said quietly, pulling away from Raphael's lips. "He...he's not my Raphael," she whispered miserably, turning as much as she could in Raphael's grasp. Unshed tears shimmered in her eyes as she tried to blink them back.
Donatello frowned in confusion as he shook his head, trying to clear his hazy memories. Many still remained oddly shrouded and indistinct, but he did remember what had happened to his Raphael. He closed his eyes in sorrow and nodded. "I forgot," he told her softly as a few more pieces of his memory clicked into place. "You're right, they aren't my brothers. My brothers are still trapped within that giant crystal; captured and frozen in time by the white-haired demon and guarded by...by a demonic dragon."
"White-haired demon, demonic dragon?" Katherine questioned with a frown, her head tipping to the side in question.
The gesture was so indicative of the way that Katherine had acted, her form so heartbreakingly familiar, that he had forgotten...
"You aren't Katherine," he whispered wretchedly. "Katherine's dead, because I couldn't protect her; couldn't save her," he choked out as all of his memories suddenly burned, ripped and tore through his mind. It was as if he was experiencing every single painful, horrific, brutal event all over again, and it brought him to his knees with grief.
He bowed his head before throwing it back and letting out a keening wail of anguish that echoed out from his very soul.
"I'm sorry, Donatello," she whispered, her own voice laced with sorrow.
Donatello shook his head back and forth as more pieces of his memory fell into place. She should not be apologizing to him, she had nothing to apologize for. She had done all that she could; did more than any could ever have asked of her.
"I'm sorry too…Nightmare," he whispered his Mistress' name, bowing his head in veneration.
Phew that was a ride. hope everyone enjoyed. Still confused? That's okay, all will be made clear soon:)