Fractured

Sin

Leatherhead had never seen his friend in such a fragile state before. Seeing Donatello, an intellegent, gentle-hearted, yet extremely skilled fighter, curling up to his lover's chest with desperate need of familiar contact- like a child would to a parent after having a bad dream- seemed so out of character... surreal, even.

A day ago, when the croc found his fellow academic comrade slowly making his way towards his abandoned train car of a home, the turtle could hardly stand on his own two feet. Every step that Don had taken, coming closer and closer to Leatherhead's home, was shaky, unstable and, yet,... determined. Donatello had fought through his pain, his weakened physique, and his drowsy state of mind in order to find a sanctuary, a place of familiarity and fond memories, where he could hide away from his own personal- and tangible- demons.

He had remembered Don's significantly smaller body crumble and slump against his broad chest, as if he were collapsing onto a cool, plush pillow after hours of training. The crocs large, characteristically rough hands had swiftly caught the terrapin, gingerly holding his shoulders to stop him from sliding down unceremoniously to the abandoned subway floor. The croc had felt utter useless, hopeless the minute he had gotten a good look at his damaged friend once he had briefly examined him in the safety of his subway car. He had taken in all of the bruises both fresh and old, he had taken in all of the signs of exhaustion... and he had taken in the dried, crusted blood and heavy, purplish bruising near the backs of his inner thighs...

The larger mutant had thought that if he looked a little harder for the smart terrapin that day, that he could fine him and return him home unharmed. He had found him. He had returned him... but Donatello was far from unharmed.

Don had gone through an unknown that LH and the rest of the Hamatos had yet hear about... and he doubted that they would hear about it until the olive skinned turtle was strong enough to recant and retell the story of his torment. That could take anywhere from a week to a month, depending on how badly the incident had rattled his mental state.

Leatherhead watched with a sorrowful tenderness as Leonardo quietly comforted his distressed brother with innocent carress, lovingly reassuring whispers, and gentle kisses. Don would not stop crying; he had been crying since he had woken up- that was a little over an hour ago now. He had been coaxed into the turtle leader lap sometime in between then and now, his olive green face buried in Leo's apple green neck.

"I-I'm... I'm s-sorry," Don whispered hoarsely into Leo's skin, the turtle leader's eye ridges drew in with confusion as he sent LH a questioning gaze. The croc shook his head, his face showing just as much confusion as the blue clad ninja.

"What... what are you sorry for?" Leo asked softly of his lover, stroking the back of the other's head affectionately, "You've done nothing wrong."

Don shook his head, his face remained buried as he did, "I-I have. I-I'm s-sorry for the s-sins I've committed..."

"...What sins?" It was Leatherhead that asked this time, his large form moving over to the couple slowly, considerately. He didn't want to scare Don if the turtle hadn't known he had entered the room. Luckily, Don had appeared to be aware of LH's presences, his head turning so that his mocha irises could land on the croc's approaching figure.

"I... I let s-someone other th-than Leo touch me," He rasped out, his form tightened as he drew closer to Leo, "I d-didn't want to but... b-but... I... I couldn't move. W-wouldn't let me move," He turned his head back to the groove of Leo's neck, "H-hands were everywhere. Hand a-all o-over... always...a-always holding me down. I'm... I'm dirty. S-so dirty..."

Leo shook his head, his eyes closed as he listened to Don's incoherent words, his arms pulling Don even closer to his chest, "You have done nothing wrong, Donnie. You're-"

"I-I killed one," Don interjected, "I... I killed one of t-them... I... I think I did... at least. W-we're not supposed to k-kill. M-master Splinter s-said t-to never take a l-life..."

Leo froze his grey eyes flashed to Leatherheads with a suppressed dread, horror shined through in his eyes. Leatherhead own eyes widened at Don's words, "O-one of them?"

Don nodded, his arms tightening around Leo's shoulders, "A-a pair of three... six h-hands on me."

A/N: I'm sorry I had to cut this short. I'm about to run out and hang out a little with some friends *sweatdrop*

Hopefully, I can update this again later tonight or tomorrow ^^

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