(((((((Sorry for the confusion. I meant to write this is my first NC-17
fic. Even tho the NC17 parts won't be posted here. And I'll let everyone
know where the story moves to once it goes off-site. And yeh Lotus did
sucker Leo with a trick sword, I seem to remember that too. But---fighting
Leo to a standstill is a great feat.and he's ninja. Ninja should be
prepared for anything. So I still give her the victory. Either
way, just remember that the Lotus/Leo from the toon is where the idea comes
from. But that's basically where the similarities stop)))))))
The alleyway was dark. A quick look around told Leonardo everything he needed to for the moment and he surfaced. There was no one around that would bother with him. The one person who was nearby, was too drunk or high to notice him. And even if he did, would probably think Leonardo was nothing more than a hallucination. Even still, Leo knew sticking to the streets would be risky. He jumped up grabbing the lowest rung on the ladder of a fire escape and pulled himself up.
For years now, rooftop jumping had been a favorite exercise of he and his brothers. Being quick and relatively silent meant they could run for miles at night and not be seen. Leo stared out at the city for a brief moment before taking a deep breath and sprinting off. The brief jog from the lair to the alleyway was all the warm up he needed. So for the next couple of hours he was ready to push his body to its limits. He could easily run a mile in six minutes and it would take several miles before he started feeling fatigued.
Leonardo tried to enter a sort of meditative state as he ran. The events of the day were still weighing on his mind and that was the best way he knew to get rid of the frustration. He had been meditating long enough that he should be able to clear his mind relatively easily. But that sort of peace eluded him. Leo knew that no matter how late he returned home, Splinter would be waiting for him and demand an explanation as to where he'd been, what he had been doing and why he hadn't told anyone where he was going. The best reporters had nothing on Splinter when his sensei wanted information. At least from him.
Raphael had a tendency to be able to dodge questions or provide the barest minimum of information and get away with it. Leo didn't know if it was because Raph knew how to answer questions or if Splinter just let the matter drop easier. Or maybe it was because Splinter expected Raphael to take off with no notice or explanation. . That sort of thing was rare for Leonardo. He had more respect for his sensei than that. Usually.
Leo leaped from building to building never once slowing. He was beginning to feel more free than he had in weeks. The perfect son. Fearless Leader. Teacher's Pet. Splinter Junior. All those nicknames bestowed on him by his brothers were forgotten for the moment. He was Leonardo. Nothing more.
However, deep inside. Deep below his conscious thought, a nagging feeling burned inside him. It wasn't anywhere near overwhelming, but he was aware of it. It was like a vague hint of a toothache. The one that said needed attention soon or it was going to cause unimaginable pain. The problem was, he didn't know what this feeling was. Leo turned his mind inward, even as his body kept up the pace of running.
The nicknames given to him, most in sarcasm from Raphael, irritated him. He wasn't perfect. He wasn't fearless. He wasn't Splinter or even close to being Splinter. But without those things, who was he? He was a brother and son. A ninja. A leader. But all of those things seemed to revolve around those nicknames. What other identity did he have? And running from that identity---wasn't he running from himself?
Leo slowed down to a jog before stopping altogether and leaning against the air vent on the building. He put his hands on his knees to catch his breath and closed his eyes. The same sentence repeated in his mind.
Who am I?
He stood up straight laying his head back and took deep cleansing breaths. These feelings came every so often. When he was feeling overwhelmed by responsibility. They would leave in time. The harder he punished his body, the faster they seemed to disappear. Taking a deep breath, Leo pushed himself from the vent and was off running again
He jumped to the next building when another feeling began to gnaw at him. This wasn't a vague ache. This was an intense feeling of danger because it meant he was being watched. Leonardo slowed again and backed into the shadows of the roof to survey his surroundings. He drew his katana. He knew he couldn't be seen from where he was but the feeling persisted nonetheless.
"Where are you," Leo muttered looking around. "Who are you?"
That was when he felt the sharp sting on his leg. Leo reached down yanking a small dart from his skin.
"Dammit." He stuck the dart in his bag on his belt. If he made it home, someone would be able to tell what poison, if any, it had been tipped with. But first, he had to make it home. His senses still screamed the danger. He took a few steps forward and stumbled. He wouldn't make it home. Whatever had been on that dart was fast acting. Faster than he could metabolize it.
Leo fell to his knees. His mind tried to call out to his sensei. But he was unconscious before he even hit the ground.
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PAIN.
That was Leonardo's first thought as he came to. He tried to move, but his head erupted into such blinding agony that he almost fell unconscious again. He lay still for a few moments until the worst had passed and opened his eyes slowly.
All he saw was black and for the briefest of seconds he thought he was blinded. The world slowly shifted into focus and Leo stared up at the night sky. Only a handful of stars were visible. His hand reached out and brushed against something. Cold. Metal. His katana. Sitting up proved more difficult than he had imagined it would, but once up he fell against a nearby wall. The same wall in whose shadows he had hidden. He closed his eyes taking a brief inventory. The worst of the pain was in his head. Whether from the aftereffects of the drug or impacting the ground, he wasn't sure. Other than that, he was uninjured.
He needed to get home.
Leo opened his eyes and struggled to his feet. He didn't know who had attacked him or why. Or why they had left him, but he couldn't take the chance in staying out here any longer. He no longer felt any danger. Just an insistence that he get to safety. A brief check of the surrounding area and he stepped away from the wall. His foot kicked something. Something soft. He looked down puzzled.
"What the hell?" Leo kneeled slowly, his head still spinning and picked up a single white lotus blossom.
The alleyway was dark. A quick look around told Leonardo everything he needed to for the moment and he surfaced. There was no one around that would bother with him. The one person who was nearby, was too drunk or high to notice him. And even if he did, would probably think Leonardo was nothing more than a hallucination. Even still, Leo knew sticking to the streets would be risky. He jumped up grabbing the lowest rung on the ladder of a fire escape and pulled himself up.
For years now, rooftop jumping had been a favorite exercise of he and his brothers. Being quick and relatively silent meant they could run for miles at night and not be seen. Leo stared out at the city for a brief moment before taking a deep breath and sprinting off. The brief jog from the lair to the alleyway was all the warm up he needed. So for the next couple of hours he was ready to push his body to its limits. He could easily run a mile in six minutes and it would take several miles before he started feeling fatigued.
Leonardo tried to enter a sort of meditative state as he ran. The events of the day were still weighing on his mind and that was the best way he knew to get rid of the frustration. He had been meditating long enough that he should be able to clear his mind relatively easily. But that sort of peace eluded him. Leo knew that no matter how late he returned home, Splinter would be waiting for him and demand an explanation as to where he'd been, what he had been doing and why he hadn't told anyone where he was going. The best reporters had nothing on Splinter when his sensei wanted information. At least from him.
Raphael had a tendency to be able to dodge questions or provide the barest minimum of information and get away with it. Leo didn't know if it was because Raph knew how to answer questions or if Splinter just let the matter drop easier. Or maybe it was because Splinter expected Raphael to take off with no notice or explanation. . That sort of thing was rare for Leonardo. He had more respect for his sensei than that. Usually.
Leo leaped from building to building never once slowing. He was beginning to feel more free than he had in weeks. The perfect son. Fearless Leader. Teacher's Pet. Splinter Junior. All those nicknames bestowed on him by his brothers were forgotten for the moment. He was Leonardo. Nothing more.
However, deep inside. Deep below his conscious thought, a nagging feeling burned inside him. It wasn't anywhere near overwhelming, but he was aware of it. It was like a vague hint of a toothache. The one that said needed attention soon or it was going to cause unimaginable pain. The problem was, he didn't know what this feeling was. Leo turned his mind inward, even as his body kept up the pace of running.
The nicknames given to him, most in sarcasm from Raphael, irritated him. He wasn't perfect. He wasn't fearless. He wasn't Splinter or even close to being Splinter. But without those things, who was he? He was a brother and son. A ninja. A leader. But all of those things seemed to revolve around those nicknames. What other identity did he have? And running from that identity---wasn't he running from himself?
Leo slowed down to a jog before stopping altogether and leaning against the air vent on the building. He put his hands on his knees to catch his breath and closed his eyes. The same sentence repeated in his mind.
Who am I?
He stood up straight laying his head back and took deep cleansing breaths. These feelings came every so often. When he was feeling overwhelmed by responsibility. They would leave in time. The harder he punished his body, the faster they seemed to disappear. Taking a deep breath, Leo pushed himself from the vent and was off running again
He jumped to the next building when another feeling began to gnaw at him. This wasn't a vague ache. This was an intense feeling of danger because it meant he was being watched. Leonardo slowed again and backed into the shadows of the roof to survey his surroundings. He drew his katana. He knew he couldn't be seen from where he was but the feeling persisted nonetheless.
"Where are you," Leo muttered looking around. "Who are you?"
That was when he felt the sharp sting on his leg. Leo reached down yanking a small dart from his skin.
"Dammit." He stuck the dart in his bag on his belt. If he made it home, someone would be able to tell what poison, if any, it had been tipped with. But first, he had to make it home. His senses still screamed the danger. He took a few steps forward and stumbled. He wouldn't make it home. Whatever had been on that dart was fast acting. Faster than he could metabolize it.
Leo fell to his knees. His mind tried to call out to his sensei. But he was unconscious before he even hit the ground.
*******************************************
PAIN.
That was Leonardo's first thought as he came to. He tried to move, but his head erupted into such blinding agony that he almost fell unconscious again. He lay still for a few moments until the worst had passed and opened his eyes slowly.
All he saw was black and for the briefest of seconds he thought he was blinded. The world slowly shifted into focus and Leo stared up at the night sky. Only a handful of stars were visible. His hand reached out and brushed against something. Cold. Metal. His katana. Sitting up proved more difficult than he had imagined it would, but once up he fell against a nearby wall. The same wall in whose shadows he had hidden. He closed his eyes taking a brief inventory. The worst of the pain was in his head. Whether from the aftereffects of the drug or impacting the ground, he wasn't sure. Other than that, he was uninjured.
He needed to get home.
Leo opened his eyes and struggled to his feet. He didn't know who had attacked him or why. Or why they had left him, but he couldn't take the chance in staying out here any longer. He no longer felt any danger. Just an insistence that he get to safety. A brief check of the surrounding area and he stepped away from the wall. His foot kicked something. Something soft. He looked down puzzled.
"What the hell?" Leo kneeled slowly, his head still spinning and picked up a single white lotus blossom.