Title: Odd
Turtle Out 3/5
Summary: The
stories of five turtles who felt left out.
Notes: This
story has a bit different format than the last two.
Disclaimer: I
don't own any of the characters nor the universe they live in.
Donatello
The sound the katana makes as it pierces the foot ninja's chest cavity was oddly unfamiliar. Even though Donatello had heard that sound many times in battle, it had always come from his periphery. In surprise, Donatello let go of the weapon and his opponent fell back, dead.
Growing up, Donatello and his brothers had been trained on a variety of weapons, until they had been given their own individual weapons, chosen by their father, to specialize with. Master Splinter had explained that each weapon suited each of his sons' personality and preference. Katana for Leo, whose personality was reflected in the elegance and aesthetic of the bladed weapon. Sai for Raphael, who preferred to get up close and personal with anyone he was having a disagreement with. Nunchucks for Michelangelo, whose childlike nature would see them not only a weapon, but as a toy whose tricks were to be mastered. And for Donatello, the bo, as it served both as a weapon and a tool, depending on how the wielder chose.
But, despite his extensive practice with his preferred weapon, Donatello still had the skill to wield any of his brother's weapons. In fact, after so much practice, when Donatello found himself suddenly weaponless, he'd instinctively picked up one of his unconscious brother's katana and defended himself. But a katana is not a bo. A bo is only lethal if you chose it to be, you must make it lethal, put enough force. But a katana is designed to slice, to cut, to kill, even in the hands of an amateur.
Donatello stood over his dead opponent heedless of the battle Michelangelo and Raphael were still fighting. Holding the corpse down with one foot, he pulled his brother's katana from the dead man's chest. Donatello winced at the sound it made and realized, with disgust, that he was about to throw up.
His brothers all had their reason to fight. Leonardo for duty. Raphael for anger. Michelangelo for fun. Donatello because he loved his brothers and could not bare the thought of not being part of it. But he did not savor the fight. The taste of battle quickly grew bitter in his mouth.
Donnie looked down at the bloodied blade in his hand. He knelt and wiped the blood off, on the dead Foot ninja's tunic. Leo would be upset if he didn't.
This was not the first kill he had made, though he tried not to take life. It was impossible to study the world and not find life sacred, even if it was a life who was trying to take yours.
"Donnie, you okay?" Donatello jumped as Michelangelo called to him and turned to see that his brothers had finished off the rest of the foot and were both kneeling next to Leo, who remained unconscious.
"I'm fine." Donnie said, as he stood and walked over to his brothers, "Just fine."
End