"There is a path before each person that seems right, but ends in death." Proverbs 14:12 NLT
He hated pretending, this façade he created to fool everyone may have been useful but, it was absolutely sickening. He was not the 'caring son', he hadn't been since he realized how much of a fool his father was. All that power wielded and contained within one tool; it was captivating and all together alluring. His father was mad for using the staff as he has been, he couldn't understand the motive, and his father's professed reasons he thought unlikely to be true.
He wasn't sure who the bigger fool was. His father or the advisor whom believed was going to receive the tool as a gift for providing assistance. Ha! as if he would hand his father's staff over to such ignorant servant. He was so gullible.
Donatello was a mess of emotions. Worry gnawed his gut, fear made his heart pound and relief mixed with hope making a strange concoction. After the rabbit had given Leo his dose of medicine, he had taken up giving Don the evil eye, making Don's opinion of the samurai decrease exponentially. He didn't have to answer to this rabbit's disapproving stare.
They sat in strained silence as Nay checked Leo over every few minutes, switching back and forth from taking his pulse to checking his breathing. As she did she could practically feel the tension between Usagi and Don, she wasn't sure why he would have any problems with Donnie of all her turtles. Her first impression of Usagi in fact was a very good one. In her own words Usagi was like a cross between Leo and Don, level head, laid back personality, non-judgmental and an excellent travel companion if she did say so herself… and she did.
Naomi stood and stretched her legs and back, fully intending to get to the bottom of whatever was causing this tension, and turned a sour look toward Don. The scowl on his face seemed to increase ten-fold as his lips pulled back in an almost snarl. She knew why a moment later when Usagi gently grabbed her arm.
"If I may be so bold, Naomi-san, you need to take a seat and rest. Leonardo will be fine, but you won't be if you keep on like this." He began escorting her to a line of chairs across the room. "I saw where your wrists looked bruised, perhaps I may help?"
Naomi smiled before she thought to retort, Usagi was an excellent gentleman and a pleasant change from the men back in America who always seemed to treat her like she was invisible. She barely opened her mouth for a 'thank you' when she was tugged out of Usagi's hold and into Donnie's.
"Thank you for the offer, but I am more than capable of caring for her." The words were said through tight lips and clenched teeth, and she feared there would be a fight over whatever was going on between them. It was about ready to drive her crazy as well. These males had no reason to quarrel. She briefly entertained the thought that they were fighting over her, but that idea was ridiculous. Neither of them showed any interest before this…whatever this is.
The only answer she could come up with was Donnie, whom she told once was like family to her as were all of the Hamatos, felt like Usagi was a threat. April once told her that they would get that way sometimes with her, and that was why she wanted to get Nay out of the lair more often. She was worried that their protectiveness would smother Naomi.
Naomi could feel the emotions like electricity in the room. She didn't need to see Usagi to know how he felt. He disapproved of Donatello and her close together. Why? Did he not approve of interspecies romance? No that's not it, if that were true he would've been glaring at Leo when- Wait.
Naomi tugged at Donnie's hand and allowed him to treat her wounds on the opposite side of the room, though Usagi's eyes watched Don's every move. She never knew a bunny's gaze could look so predatory. Then it all clicked.
When Usagi took her to Leo she ran to him and practically leapt into his arms to give him a hug. To her that didn't mean a whole lot because she hugged a lot of people she was close to. But this wasn't the same kind of culture as the one she came from; they were much more formal here.
In fact, any friendship that she witnessed between the Damiyo and Splinter was all verbal, they didn't even shake hands. If that was anything to go by then…
If Usagi were to see such a display of affection between a male and female then he would most likely think that-Oh, well then. That explains it. Though it made Usagi just that more endearing to her and an obvious an annoyance now to Donatello.
Now that she knew the problem she began trying to diffuse the tension.
"You should relax." Don's eyes shot up to look at Nay. He was kneeling in front of her to get a better look at the bruises on her arm; it was the best position for him seeing as how she was 5'3 and he was 6'6. At least the last time he checked he was.
Naomi smiled softly though a glare was being leveled at her from behind thick rimmed glasses.
"I'm serious. You look like you wanna rip his face off and show it to him. It's a look that doesn't quite suite you Don. Besides, I think I know what his problem may be."
He huffed. "Then would you care to enlighten me?"
She sucked in a breath and started slowly. "He may, or may not, be under the impression that… me and Leo are kinda, a thing."
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