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Chapter Five

Leo caught eye contact with Donatello and shrugged at his inquiry. He had no idea where Raph was, but he did know what he had to do. He got up. Maybe it was his exhaustion, maybe it was his frozen nerves, but he knew this thing had to end now. He was just so close to victory, only a few of Raph's men were left standing. If only he could just get close enough to knock them off, he would win, and this whole thing would be over. Cautiously, he allowed his eyes to glace over the field once more. Still, no Raphael. He knew that a hidden turtle could be a dangerous turtle, but that was a risk he would just have to take. Besides, he was fast. He could probably get there and back before Raph even had a chance to move. Warily, he took one more glance around him, just to be safe, before making a mad dash towards the Crimson FLAMES Headquarters. A gasp could be heard from Donny and Mikey's direction before the unmistakable thump of snow hitting the ground resonated from behind him. He froze.

"No…" That couldn't be what he thought it was…He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was. However, Mike's and Don's gaping expressions told him that his fears had come true. Slowly, dreadfully, he turned around to come face to face with a triumphant, grinning Raphael. Leo's gaze mirrored those of his brothers when he took sight of his own soldiers. Private Elms and Private Orason lay in ruins behind the offending brother, their limbs broken, they bodies crushed, as if kicked over and stomped upon. It was not until he saw the leader, Private Nessie, dismembered and broken under Raph's feet, that he realized what had happened.

"I lost…" It just wasn't possible. How could he lose. Him, the perfect ninja. He never failed in anything he had ever tried, especially when it was against his brothers. But now, Raph stood triumphantly, claming Leo's battle station and the victory. It was enough to leave him stunned. That was until a snicker was heard from behind him. While he stood there, Mike and Don ran over. Mikey stepped forward.

"Ha ha! Raph, you look like the lost fifth Teletubbie!" At that Donny guffawed, it was true. On the giant pile of snow, Raph stood. The striped rainbow sweater he wore clashed horribly with his dark green skin, causing the colors seem brighter than they really were. Don cleared his throat, his laughter bubbling through.

"Mikey, leave him alone, I rather like it. I knew Barney was missing a sidekick." It was then that Mike and Don busted out in untamed laughter, falling to the ground. Raph scowled. What did they know? Besides, it didn't matter what they said. He had won. Leo's stunned expression was proof of that. His smile returned. If only he had a camera, he wanted to remember this moment forever.

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"I still think that it was fair." Mikes voice echoed off of the tunnel walls of the sewer. He bounced ahead of their little group, swinging on stray pipes when he got the chance. Don followed steadily after him, finding it hard to maintain the conversation when Mike was swinging and jumping around like the monkey he was. Still, he persisted.

"I know, but still. The whole thing was kind of unorthodox if you ask me. All Raph did was hide behind some bushes and wait it out. Then, when Leo wasn't looking, he popped out and kicked down the snowmen." Raph looked up at his name. He had been thinking about his victory and what it meant. With him as the victor, he had to think of demands, and good ones. However, he did pick un on the last bits of his younger brothers' conversation, and was offended.

"Hey! I'll have you know, that whole thing was very well planned out, OK!"

Donny held his hands up at the suddenly angry turtle. "Ok, ok! Geez, I was just wonderin'." Raph stood down, falling back into his thoughts as Don faced Mike once again. Under his breath he added, "…at least I don't look like a wanna-be smurf…"

"What?!" Raph had definitely heard that.

"Oh…um…I was asking Mike…um…Where is his scarf?" Don looked at Mike for help, but the turtle in orange only blinked in response. Suave, that turtle was not. However, Raph did not seem to notice Mike's clueless stare but only watched Don for a moment before returning to his thoughts. Don was pushing his luck, one more comment like that and he would be knuckle food. Oblivious to the violent turtle's thoughts, Don continued talking to Mike. At the tail end of their little group stood Leo, alone. He followed his brothers silently, his feet moved on automatic. However, his mind moved hundreds of miles per hour. How could he have lost? His planning was perfect! But his execution….was less than. God! If only he had waited, if only he had executed the patience that was instilled in him by Master Splinter. Not only did his failure shame himself, but also Master Splinter, with Leo's failure to implement his lessons. What a time for Master Splinter to be unavailable. If he was home, Leo would immediately go to his room and apologize. But now, he would have to settle for a called apology, which made Leo feel more guilty. On the outside, he hung his head even more. His feet barely left the ground as he walked, as he sighed heavily. Raph turned around.

"Leo, it's ok. I won't go too hard on ya'!" Raph grinned, Leo did not. Instead he dropped his head even more. Actually, now it was so far down, it was half way in his shell. Raph watched him. Boy, this was really tearing Leo up. He had never seen Leo this upset. Well, there was that one time, but that was when they were five. Raph remembered it distinctly. He and Leo had gotten into an argument over who was better, Buggs Bunny or the Tasmanian Devil. Just as Raph had finally convinced Leo that Buggs Bunny was way cooler, Leo leapt up and spilt Raph's juice. Raph was so infuriated that he took Leo's juice and threw it at the offending brother. It contents went everywhere, including the two other innocent bystanders in the room. He really didn't mean to get them involved, but what happened, happened. Raph also remembered that Splinter was not pleased. Raph's keister had stung for days. Leo had been very upset. Not over the spilt juice, but over the fact that….Well, actually Raph didn't know. Leo had said later that the juice wasn't what upset him, but he never told Raph what did. Back then, he didn't worry his five year old mind about it. But now, it intrigued him, just as Leo's sadness did. It was like Leo's world had ended when Raph popped out of those bushes. Raph looked back at Leo once more. Leonardo's down cast expression dampened Raph's high spirits. He immediately threw his plan for Leo's complete humiliation out of the window….he have would settle for half.

Anything to help his big brother.

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"Yes, Master Splinter, I will try harder next time." Leo voice resonated through the den and over the sounds of the television, to Don's annoyance. Don's seat, the old worn couch, of which he was comfortably reclining. He was trying to get a few moment of the tube in, to see his favorite show. But with Leo on the phone in the same room, it was a difficult task.

"Oh I know Master Splinter, but I can't help but be hard on myself." Don rolled his eyes. It was just a snowball fight after all.

"Well, yeah Master. I know it was just a snowball fight." Don blinked…Wow, he and Master Splinter must be on the same wave length. Don couldn't help but try his luck again.

"Yeah, your right. I should go for a walk. Yah know, to blow off some steam…It's almost time for dinner, so I'll pick up a few boxes of pizza on the way home."

Success!!! Don grinned evilly. It was finally conformed…..He was telepathic!….wait, Psychic! Wait! Better yet, he was a Witch!!!….Wait, no. A witch was feminine. So that meant….

He was a Warlock!!!

'Ha HA! I am all powerful!! Now the world will belong to m-Hey the Power Puff Girls is back on!' Don settled down back into the couch as Leo said his goodbyes.

"Ok, Master Splinter…We miss you too. Bye!" Leo hung up the phone, turning to face the reclining Donatello. "I'm gonna go for a walk. I'll be back at about dinner time so tell Mikey I'll be bringin' home the pies." Leo grabbed his coat and fedora and headed out of the lair, shutting the door behind him. Don waved him off. When Leo was finally out of the door, Don changed positions. Now, with his head on the other end of the couch, he had the proper leverage to yell. He took a breath.

"MIKEY! LEO WENT FOR A WALK AND WILL BE BRINGIN' HOME THE PIES FOR TONIGHT SO DON'T MAKE ANYTHING!" He exhaled. Settling back in, he turned back to watch the television. However, a "WHAT?!" echoed through the house. Mike was in his room. Taking another breath, Don repeated himself.

"I SAID…LEO WENT FOR A WALK AND WILL BE GETTING THE PIES FOR DINNER SO DON'T BOTHER MAKIN' ANYTHING!!!" Don exhaled. Mike must of heard him this time. Don settled back in.

"WHAT??!!" Mikey must be flippin' deaf. Aggravate Donatello sat up, taking the biggest breath of his life. Mike would definitely hear him this time. However, another beat him to the punch.

"HE SAID THAT LEO WENT OUT AND WILL BE GETIN' DINNER YOU DIPSHIT! AND IF YOU TWO KEEP YELLIN' THROUGH THE DAMN HOUSE I'M A COME OUT THERE AND RIP OUT YOUR VOCAL CORDES AND FLUSH THEM DOWN THE TOILET!!!!!"

Raph slammed his door.

"…WHAT??!!!"

Oblivious, he walked over to his bed. He had had about enough of them. Both of them were too lazy to get up and talk. Gosh, it was enough to drive him insane. Now, what was he doing before he was so rudely interrupted? Oh yeah. Planning his demands for Leo. Now lets see. He flopped back down on his bed, picking up the paper and pencil he had discarded to yell at his retarded brothers. He had a few ideas. He reread the scribbles on the paper. His first idea was to have Leo wear a dress for the entire day, but it would take too much work to find a dress that would fit anywhere over his shell. So that was out. He crossed the suggestion off of his list. That just left one more suggestion.

'I don't think I could find a chicken suit with such short notice either…unless I put it on layaway…' He brought his hand to his chin in serous contemplation '…no, it wouldn't work.' With a sigh, he crossed that idea off of his list also. His list was now completely empty. He had nothing. He sighed again as he placed the now useless list on his bed stand table. Taking his sai out of his belt, he flopped down onto the bed to face the ceiling. One hand behind his head, the other idly twirling the weapon, he thought over the situation. It was a lot of work getting Leo into this position, with Raph having the power to tell him what to do. But he had no idea what to do with such power, and it was tearing him apart. What would he do?….His stomach growled. It was then that he remembered that he hadn't eaten. He had been too busy thinking about what to do with Leo to eat. But now he regretted it. It growled even louder.

"Man, I wish Leo would hurry up and come back with them pi-" His eye widened at his instant epiphany. The idea hit him like a ton of brick tied to an elephant. It was perfect! Absolutely, positively perfect! He smiled, despite his aching stomach. Getting up, he left his room, and retrieved his fedora and trench. He would have to pick up a few things. Don noticed his preparation.

"Where ya' goin, Raph?" He mumbled from the couch. Raph waved him off.

"I'll be back by dinner." He avoided the question entirely, opening the door and trudging out into the tunnels. Don huffed.

"Well, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out, dipshit."

Raph was already out of the door and in the tunnels before he realized what Donny had said.

"What the hell?" It was unusual for is usually placid brother to say such things. But he's been doing it all day. Well, all Raph knew was that Donny was lucky that he was busy, otherwise he would have stalked back in there and gave Don a piece of his fist to chew on. And he bet Don would choke. Raph smirked. Even Don's trash talk couldn't get him in a bad mood. He was on a mission.

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"The pies smell great Leo!!!" Mike leaned over the open box of steaming pizza as Leo hung up his coat and fedora. The smell lured Don from in front of the TV and into the kitchen as he too leaned over the steaming box.

"Mmmm. It smells like heaven…" Leo chuckled at Don's choice of words although he did feel the same way. The pizzas did smell good. It had been a battle with in himself to carry them home….without gorging on a box or two. He looked over at Mike and Don, who appeared to be having the same problems. The both were already seated at the table, eyeing the boxes hungrily. It was Mike who wined first.

"What's taking Raph so long. There gonna get cold…and hard….and stale." Harder to eat that way, they were. Don did not say anything, although his face mirrored Mike's. It was easy to see that both of them were very hungry, and just as miserable. Leo huffed and sat down also. Where was Raph? As if an answer to their prayers, the door opened and shut rather loudly. Raph discarded his coat and fedora on the floor before trudging into the kitchen. His sense of smell lead him right to the boxes, of which he stopped at to sniff.

"Oh man…they smell like heaven!" Leo rolled his eyes. Now that Raph was here they could actually eat, to his relief. The wasted no time. All four of them grabbed plates, and dug in, eating to their hearts content.

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Raph leaned back in his chair. He was stuffed. Mike and Don had already headed for the den, their conversation flowing back into the kitchen.

"What did you say this show is called again?" Mike's rough voice asked in a rather curious tone.

"The PowerPuff Girls." Don answered indifferently, his own deep voice giving him away.

"Weren't you watching that before?" Mike's questions continued. Don shrugged.

"It's having a marathon. It will be on all night." Mike seemed satisfied. He settled into his spot on the floor, his eyes on the TV. The questions did not end, however.

"So, what are their names?" Mike pointed to the television, at the girls in particular. Don rolled his eyes. Didn't Mike know anything?

"Gosh Mike, The blond is Bubbles. She a complete air head, but will come through for the group no matter what. The brunette is Buttercup, the tough girl. She kind of reminds me of Raph but with a wig. Besides, she's cuter. And the Redhead…" Don pointed to the screen, "is Blossom, the leader." Don fell silent, and so did Mike. He didn't know that his brother knew so much about this kid show, or that he was such a big fan It opened his suspicions…

"You watch this show a lot, huh?"

Don blinked. "Something like that…" He didn't like the look Mikey was giving him. OK, so he was a giant turtle that enjoyed watching cartoon girls save the world every once and a while. So what? He was entitled to it, wasn't he? Don settled back into the cushy couch and watched the show in peace. To his relief Mikey didn't ask him anymore questions. Now, he could concentrate on his budding powers. He turned, stretching his hand out for the remote. Mike saw him and went to get it for him, but Don waved him away. He could get it himself.

"….Come to me…."

…the remote didn't budge. Don tried a different approach, waving his hand, beckoning the remote to do his will. It didn't work, the blasted thing just sat there. Mike watched the whole transaction. He stood.

"Ok, now your just getting weird. I'm going to my room." Mike left, just as Don started using both arms, waving them in a rather wave like manner. He used all of his mind, commanding the remote to come to him. After a few waves, and after getting a minor headache, he relaxed. It was just no use.

'I'm not a warlock. Just a turtle that likes th-HEY, The PowerPuff Girls are back on!' He settled back down to enjoy the show.

Meanwhile, Raph, who had heard the entire thing, was left disturbed. However, he shrugged it off as he watched Leo. Leo had finally finished his food, and was heading for the now enormous pile of dishes, placing his own on the very top. It swayed treacherously, scaring even Raph with it's threat of falling over. However, once again, it did not. Leo turned around. This is what Raph had been waiting for. As Leo went to walk out of the room, Raph blocked his path. Apathetically, Leo moved to the side so that he could get through, but Raph followed him. This happened about three more times before Leo responded.

"What is it Raph?" He wasn't up for a fight now. He was exhausted. Raph grinned at his unsuspecting brother, taking the plastic bag out from behind his back.

"You lost, remember. And now, I have demands."

Leo's eyes widened. He had almost forgotten. The walk had done him good, taking his mind off of the whole ordeal. But now, it all came crashing back. Raph recognized Leo's stunned expression and chuckled.

"You didn't think I would come through did you? But I did Leo, I did." Raph's words flowed though the den. Don soon headed for the kitchen, as well as Mike, who heard the voices through his open doorway. Something was going down. Oblivious to the growing audience, Raph continued.

"As you know Leo, I won today! So therefore I have the power to make demands of you." Raph paced as he talked, as if giving a speech to his adversaries. Leo sat down. He was dreading this, Raph was twisted. He could have Leo do anything. Absolutely Anything. His mind reeled. He didn't know what to expect. Unbeknown, Raph continued. "I have been giving this serous contemplation, and I came up with one," He held up one finger, "idea."

'Oh no, here it comes.' Leo cringed, waiting for the horrible idea. Raph blinked at that. He wasn't expecting Leo to be so wound up about it.

' Man, he really is tired…' Maybe he shouldn't follow through with this……..Raph continued, despite his mind's protest. He was already being easy on the guy, so what more did he want.

"Tonight, you will be wearing this…" He took out the material from the plastic bag and handed it to Leo. Unfolding it, he realized that it was an apron. A rather frilly…pink…apron. But just an apron. He breathed a sigh of relief, he could handle that. He put it on, his confidence coming back. But just as he had tied the strings behind his back, Raph spoke one more time.

"Oh, and did I mention that you will be washing the dishes in that also?" He added. Leo blinked.

'No…' He couldn't be serous?

"You can't be serous?!" Mike stated in disbelief. Raph only nodded, his smile wide.

"Yes, I'm serous." He stated matter-of-factly. He waved a hand at Leo. "Good night, Leo. I'll see you in the morning." He laughed, heading towards his own room. He would have a good sleep tonight. Leo still stood in shock. Don blinked. There was no way that Leo could finished all of those dishes in one night.

"Hey, we can help you Leo…" Don stated, motioning towards himself and Mike. However, just as they made it over to the sink, Leo held a hand up.

"No. This is my job. I lost, therefore I suffer. You guys go to bed." Although his voice was calm, his expression was anything but. Mike picked up on it.

"Are you sure Leo? I mean, It's not problem."

"Yes, I'm sure." It was nothing he couldn't handle. He waved to Mike and Don as they reluctantly left the room but not before throwing him an unsure glance. Leo smiled, just to reassure them. He would be fine. He turned around. The pile of dishes swayed and staggered, it's heights at immense proportions. The stack almost reached as far as the eye could see. He flushed. He wasn't so sure he could handle it anymore. But then he remembered Raph, and his smug expression. That was enough to get him started. He ran the water, getting a nice lather of soap together. Finally, he started. Dish after dish went though his hands, and stacked into a pile, sparkling with a new splendor. When that pile began to get rather large he became proud of his progress. That was until he looked back at the pile of dirty dishes…..and that was same size. Wait. Did it look…bigger? He sighed, becoming discouraged. There was no way he could finish it all tonight, no way in hell. But there was also no way out of it. He had to do what he had to do…He picked up another dish, and continued. He hands soon became all light green and crinkly. He wrinkled his nose in response. He didn't know turtles could get all wrinkly. Nevertheless, he continued, thinking about the situation it the meantime. This wasn't so bad. Raph could have defiantly come up with something way worse, like getting Leo into a chicken suit, or a dress. Leo wrinkled his nose at that too. Those were…adverse…compared to this. Yeah, Raph could have done a lot worse. It made Leo think.

'Why didn't he? I mean, he had me completely at his mercy, and he asks me to wash the dishes?' Leo didn't understand, why was Raph being so…lenient. It was then that Leo remembered Raph's words from earlier.

"Leo, it's ok. I won't go too hard on ya!" Was he serous? It gave Leo a new light about Raphael. Maybe his brother wasn't as stubborn and pig headed as he thought. Maybe…it was kind of like a mutual ground between them. Maybe, losing to Raph wasn't as bad as he thought, because now they would finally be able to stand each other, and be able to become….friends.

"Oh, Leo," Raph walked back into the room, a rather large pile of dirty dishes in his arms. "Um, here. Since your doing the dishes, you might as well do them all, so I gathered all of the dishes that were in the house. These are only the one from my room. Don't worry. I'll go back and get the rest."

Ok, he took it back. Raph was a dick, a complete and total bastard.

'That's my brother.' He couldn't help but chuckle as Raph left the room. That is until he actually saw the new pile.

"Damn it, Raph!" Leo got to work.

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OK, that's an end of sorts. I think it kind of leaves it open, but not to much. There might be an epilogue, but this fic is for the most part finished. I'd like to thank all of you for you support, your praises, and for your time. If yall have any suggestions for another fic or something' just email me or whatever. Ttyl! Oh and don't forget to review!