For Lisa
Ivy
Prompt- Rebel
Pairing: Leo/Mike
Rating: Hard R
WARNINGS: TC, child abuses ( but no quite ), hints of sex, Might not make sense, unbeta
TMNT IS NOT MINE!
A/N: For Lisa... Reveiws, and Critiques = Love
This came form my weekly drabble list I just started, The first one about done, but the new list is up, and if you want me to write you one, go to my Account, and pick.
Rules were another word for laws, methods was a way to obey said laws.
He fully obeyed with every bow of his head, with every breath he took, and every cut that sudden took a life- young or old. - for the sake of his family.
The rules (laws) were pounded into them mercilessly- "NO!" Master Splinter snapped as he shook a crying Donatello, "Do you want to be kill!? Do you want to leave us, your brothers, alone?!" Donnie shook his head, soft sobs still broke past his shaking lips. "Good, stop crying my son." he put the Bo into Don's hands, and pointed to Raphael, "Fight him!" - since the day their Master knew that they had human -but what was human?- understanding.
They learned to not ask why, to live, to be the rules, to be the method.
Just like the Master before and and their students before them. And sometime like them, they had to be beaten for it.
He dimly recalled when Michelangelo and Raphael took food from their Master's hiding place for all them. He nor Donnie took it, but almost did when their Father came back.
They were just children, very hungry children. But, later that night, they returned to their bed, black and purple.
Raphael changed that night, angrier -Leo thanks whatever being watch over them that he didn't made Raphie cold- and the night Mikey stopped crying for whatever reasons he used to.
Sometimes he thinks that when the seed was planted in his younger brothers.
That little nasty, black seed grew into a ivy with thick black, purplish roots, and wrapped around their minds; whispered to them like a lover, whispers lies.
They were older now, with better understanding of the world and why their Master did the things he did.
He was a ninja master, a great one with understanding things beyond most beingsr, but the fact remain. He was a moral, a mere rat, a father, in the end who only did what he could to keep his sons safe.
Of course, understanding didn't kill the ivy. No, if anything it grew, and grew until get others into it's loving, choking hold, slowly cutting off the air until their honor, their sanity stilled, eyes bulged out, and tongue a sickly blue.
It killed the methods, it killed order, it killed honor.
That why he had his panting baby brother under him, a scarred hand over his mouth, and pounded into him roughly. Michelangelo only churred past his hand, and helped that nasty, black ivy curled about his very sanity.
