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Leonardo Pov

It's ten o'clock, and the full moon lights up the small bit of yard we own as I pace back and worth, waiting for the arrival of my little brother. Very few lights are on in the house, as Michelangelo and my father have already gone to bed for the night. Karai remains in our bedroom, along with Ace, and the light shines through the window. I walk out to the end of the driveway, and sit down, draping my arms over my knees as I look up into the window of mine and my fiancée's bedroom. From where i sit, I can see Karai's graceful form as she dances around the room with our puppy in her arms. I assume that she's listening to music, through a speaker I bought her for Christmas. My eyes close, and I try to imagine what's going on up in mind and Karai's room right now, I try to imagine what it'd be like with me there.

A grin slowly forms on my face, this is what I picture;

Karai's favorite band, PVRIS (pronounced PARIS) blares through the small, two inch tall speaker. As the lyrics dance throughout the calm, rhythmic atmosphere, my beautiful fiancée does as well.

"I'll face my fear of the evening once I get used to this feeling. I can't sleep,

That's when you're torn away from me. While I'm dreaming I feel you leaving."

Karai sings along quietly, her lips moving in a well coordinated pattern. I lean my tall, bulky form against the doorframe, watching Karai in utter silence.

"I'll face my fear of the sunrise when I wake up with your hand inside mine. It's hard to say "good morning" when it's followed with "goodbye". Just wanted to say "good night"."

Karai's knee-length black and red silk robe ruffles in the air as she twirls in repeated circles. Her hair, now down to her shoulders, blows as the ceiling fan spins above her. Karai's eyes gleam as she sings, as the music courses through her veins, making her dance.

"Our eyes fighting the light,

But I'm not ready to say "good night". I try and hold on tight cause it's just not time to say "good night". Say good night."

As my perfect angel sings the chorus, her long, delicate fingers entangle themselves in her luscious black locks, her eyes squeezing shut as she shakes her head slightly, completely absented in the music. I study Karai from a bit of a distance, quietly shutting the door and leaning against it, smiling at my significant other. She's so happy, therefore, I am as well.

"I'll face my fear of the cold nights when you leave me behind. I felt your hands in my hair, I felt your breath on my neck, Yeah, I need to feel you again."

Karai looks over at me, and, with a cheeky grin plastered on her lips, extends her arms, palms up, urging me to join me. I push myself away from the door, and grab her hands in mine. And before I know it, I'm dancing as well. We do a salsa of sorts, dancing in a playful way, all giggles and laughs, grins and smiles. Karai never lets go of my hands, never looks back.

Pulling Karai in a bit, I whisper the next line lyrics in a seductive tone, "Just wanted to say "good night"."

"Our eyes fighting the light, But I'm not ready to say "good night". I try and hold on tight cause it's just not time to say "good night". Say good night."

Both mine and Karai's voices join for the chorus, clashing together like my Katana and her Tanto would. My tone is low and rough, while my partners is high and explicit, making out harmonic singing sound blissfully complete.

I'm suddenly zapped out of my fantasy when I hear a car horn, honking at me, exhorting me to move out of the way. I'm standing in a flash, backing away from the driveway as quickly as possible. Raphael rolls down his window and shouts at me, "What the hell, Fearless?! You fall asleep or somethin'?" I shake my head a little too fast, my face flustered as my eyes meet my brother's.

I snap out of my embarrassed state, remembering why I came out here. "Where have you been, Raph? We've been worried sick!"

Raphael rolls his emerald eyes in annoyance. "Has everyone been worried, or just you?" I narrow my eyes at my little brother, my patience is wearing thin, I am not in the mode for this.

"Fine, I was worried sick. It's been 8 hours since you wandered off, in the crowded city of Manhattan! What the hell were you thinking? Something could've happened to you and we wouldn't have known. You could've at least been answering your phone." Raphael opens his car door and hops out, making his way towards the front door after locking the Ford Dodge.

I follow my brother into the house, standing behind him as he slips off his shoes and hands his jacket on the hook. The jacket is very modern, a gray zip sweater with a leather vest over it, showing only the hood and sleeves as gray.

Raphael walks into the kitchen and goes straight to the fridge, popping open a can of coke, just as he usually does. I slip onto a stool, waiting for my brother to be done sipping his cola so we can continue this discussion that started in a very poor manner.

The can of coke makes a clink as it makes contact with the counter, I wince as the sound breaks the silence. Raphael sits on the stool across from me, looking at me with a glare as dastardly that even the Satan himself would cower.

"So, what the hell do ya want with me?" Bitter tones, angered glares, a short temper very few people can stand; Raphael has it all. He knows how to piss people off, and he knows how to get his way.

I clear my throat, not wanting my nervousness to shine through. Raphael cannot see me vulnerable, no one can, otherwise they'd never be able to look at me the same way again... "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for calling you a Bastard and Asshole. I didn't mean it, I was just irritated." My fingers tap against the marble counter, and my apprehension increases as the seconds pass.

Here's how I would like things to end: with Raphael apologizing for calling me a Dickhead and Jackass, for us to be able to forgive each other and move on with our lives.

This is how it really ends:

"You can't just say sorry and expect everything to be perfect again, Lameonardo, that ain't how the world works." Raphael speaks in a taunting tone, giving me his infamous oh-well sarcastic grin.

"I understand that, but you need to know that I didn't mean it." Raphael scoffs at me before getting up off his stool and walking over to the cupboards hanging over the stove. A stumped expression settles onto my face as I watch him take out a glass plate. "What are you doing?"

My brother doesn't answer, just hands me the plate and stands in front of me with folded arms and scowl. "I want you to tell that plate that it picks fights with its brothers, just to watch them suffer."

Sweat beads down my neck and arms as my fingers tremble, holding the glass plate tightly. I slowly drop my gaze down to the plate, and do as Raphael says. "You pick fights with your brothers for fun, just because you like to watch them suffer."

"Now tell it that its girlfriend is only hurting herself with being in their relationship." For some reason, tears are selling in my eyes. In the back of my head, I'm starting to realize the point to this.

"By staying with you, you're girlfriend is only hurting herself."

"Call it a con-artist and a hypocrite." I do, and the first year springs from my eye. Raphael's making me say everything I said to him to this price of pottery. "Throw it on the ground, break it."

My eyes widen in realization. I broke my brother.

The plate shatters sending glass everywhere.

"And finally, tell it you're sorry."

I melt off of my stool, kneeling on the ground as tears become waterfalls, flying down from my eyes. "I'm sorry." My voice is small, a mere whisper.

"It doesn't fix anything, does it? I think I've made my point." Just as Raphael was about to leave the kitchen, the door swings open. I don't need to turn around to know who's there.

"What was that noi- oh god." Karai's soft, innocent voice flattens. I can only imagine how this must look to her. Shards of broken glass littering the floor, her fiancé crippled on the ground, tears staining his face. I'm pathetic.

"Come on, Karai, I wanna talk to you." Both of my loved ones leave the kitchen.

I'm alone now, with broken pieces, with salty tears flowing down from my eyes like a river. So, this is what I've become. A wrecking ball, breaking the hopes of the ones I love, shattering their hearts.

Short chapter, but meaningful. Please review, I'll update faster if you do. Have a nice weekend.

-RaphSai03