#25 – Raphael and Leonardo
Your Woman – White Town
mild turtlecest
When I sat on the bed, Leo looked away from me, and I snapped.
I fucking snapped.
I grabbed the nearest object and threw it at his head- too bad it was a pillow. Nice, Raph, demonstrate all that pent-up anger with a pillow.
"That's it, Leo," I snarled, and his head whipped back around to look at me in surprise. I wasn't fooled by the innocent expression- he knew damn well what I meant. "Yer insane. Ya know that, right? Yer just friggin' insane."
"Dare I ask?"
Great. He was upset, so he was covering it with his stupid holier-than-thou attitude. At least I knew I was getting under his skin.
"Stop drawing this shit out," I said irritably. "Just say what ya gotta say. Tell me the truth. We're done, ain't we?"
There was a crack in his composure, and I cheered silently. "Why? Do you think we are?"
"Hell yes I do. Know why? 'Cause you've already decided that. So cut the crap and tell me we're through."
His look of sadness and uncertainty hurt more than I thought it would. I'd called him out on his wishy-washy attitude of the last few weeks, and I was right. We were over- he just had 'forgotten' to let me know.
"What is it with you, Leo?" I exploded, taking comfort in the building rage inside me. "First it was Donnie. Don, Don, Don. The whole fucking world revolved around Donnie. When I finally got the guts to tell you how I'd always felt about you, you broke it off to be with me- which I still hate. Still. An' now what? Yer goin' after Mikey next?"
A flash of hesitation flickered in his eyes, and I was stunned that I was right, again. I leaned forward, grabbing his shoulders and shaking them violently.
"Are you shitting me? I hit the nail on the head there, too? And whaddya gonna do when yer done with Mike, huh? What then? 'Cause lemme tell you something, Fearless," I hissed, pulling him toward me, "ya can't just go recycling through us every goddamn year. Do it to me, fine. But you break Donnie's heart again, or do this whole goddamn scene with Mikey, and I swear to any gods listening I will run you through with your own sword." I shook him again for emphasis. "You can't just use us up and toss us away when the newness wears off, you fucker."
He just sat there, staring miserably at me as I huffed from my tirade. When his expression only deepened as my words sunk in, another revelation hit me.
Leo didn't mean to hurt Donnie, or me. He was as confused as I was.
Briefly, a pang of doubt shot through me, but my resolve immediately stiffened.
"I ain't gonna let you use us like cheap whores," I spat, and he visibly cringed. "I don't give a shit if that's not yer intentions, Leo. That's what yer doin', whether ya mean to or not. And I'll swallow my own sai 'fore I let ya do this to Mike. So you better think long an' hard 'bout what yer thinkin' 'bout starting."
He looked away again, which angered me yet again.
"Look, Leo. Yer a great guy. S'why we wanted ya in the first place. But you… You got this idea of romance up on a pedestal. I dunno how it started, but ya hold us to a standard we can't never achieve." I roughly shoved him away and stood, my hand already on the door. Pausing, I turned back to give him one last glare.
"The way yer goin' about it, we can't never be the right kind for you."
I left when I saw his mask darkening from the tears.
Requested by JoinInTheChant of DeviantArt. Wow, this was tough to write. I hope it's not too over-the-top.