Hey, everyone! So I know it's literally been YEARS since I last posted a story and for that I am super sorry. Life happened and I just completely abandoned this whole thing. I'm gonna try and do better, I promise! There were a lot of stories that I wrote back in 2014 that people really liked, but I sorta abandoned. I don't like leaving things open and just sitting there so I'll be giving the story "Raphael's Insanity" up for adoption so if anyone wants that one, go ahead and message me and lemme see your ideas.
In the meantime, I'm trying out a new project , which is the story you're going to read right now LOLZ This is just a test chapter to see if anyone likes it. If so, I will definitely write some more. So read this, tell me what you think in the comments. And also, friends thank you all so much for sticking with me even though I technically left you all on read XD I love you all and I hope you enjoy this chapter. 3 3
Breath. Just breath. Leonardo inhaled deeply, trying as hard as he could to keep his cool. The constant. CONSTANT complaints. Nothing was ever enough for them. There was always a fucking problem. Exhale.
"Ya know sum, Leo?! All we had ta do was listen ta my strategy and them dum'ass thugs wouldna' gotten away!"
"Leo, I don't mean to pry but I sorta told you the equipment wasn't ready yet. We coulda-"
"Maaaan, my ankle hurts! Come on, Leo you saw me down, dude!"
The eldest clenched his fist harshly, his grip on his control slipping from his grasp no matter his attempt to keep it at bay. These voices were grating at his soul right now. It was like they were all slamming rocks right into his temples. Scraping forks across glass plates over and over. Scratching their nails down chalkboards. The constant. Fucking. COMPLAINING!
"Alright."
All sound cut off in an instant at the abrupt and sudden sound of their eldest's voice. Raphael glared at his brother darkly, wishing he'd say ANYTHING to piss him off further. Donatello and Michelangelo both gave unsure glances as they waited for the "real fight" between their eldest begin.
Leonardo placed his hand on his hip, rubbing around his head before running his hand down his face. He was so hot. His anger was pretty much on the surface, making him an even darker shade of green. He had been dealing with this shit for literally 15 years. The constant complaints started when they were just 3 years old. 3! 15 years of dealing with constant grating complaints is enough to send a grown man insane, let alone an 18 year old.
'Breath, Leo.' Just breath. The eldest counseled himself as they all sat in silence. It was tense. Extremely tense. You could cut through it.
Leonardo held his hand to his eyes for only a few seconds more before dropping his it and directing his chocolate soles to his three younger brothers and just staring. All three stared back rather uncomfortably. Even Raphael was quite speechless, usually Leo would have argued back by now. But he wasn't. He simply stared back at them with the most sarcastic look on his face before chuckling lightly. The eldest placed both hands on his hips and chuckled, the sound getting progressively louder before he was outright cracking up.
All three youngest stared at their oldest brother in shock before Raphael temper hurriedly spiked.
"What da hell's so funny, Leo?! We're tryna tell ya somethin!"
Leonardo continued to laugh, not even taking into account what his little brother just said. At this point, Raphael was livid. As the second eldest was prepared to walk up and give this jackass a piece of his mind, Leonardo turned silent. The eldest smirked as he threw up his hands in a way that said "I give up". He turned around and simply walked out of the room and out of the lair door leaving his siblings speechless.