Concealed
Chpt. 17
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Leonardo's breath eased as the light slowly passed, without knowing it his hands were still tightly fastened to Huneycutt's and Raph's wrists, easingly he let the grip go as realization stuck him once more. He felt the blood draining from his shoulder where the triceriton king's nails still bit through and all too well he saw his enemies familiar base with each hated enemy of his father looking to him with an awed expression awaiting his next move or possibly wondering if he was going to pass out like he himself felt he was, everything had a blurring dream like feel he couldn't shake.
As time began to regain its normal feel, he drew his blade slicing through the over grown lizard's abdonomen a smile cutting across his face.
"I told you, you were going to die by my hand," he hissed standing tall sheathing the blade,"I'd truly love to watch you die or even go onto my next prey." the sentence paused in mid air as his eyes cut to every one else in the room.
"But I have much pertinent things to be done." At the conclusion of those words a puff of smoke erupted through the room, as the confussion sank in Raph felt something slip into his hands and heard him whisper in his ear.
"This changes nothing, stay out of the foot's path Rapheal, I will have to strike the finishing blow if I see you again."
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"Raph! Are you ok?" Raph heard Don's words, but his mind couldn't stop realing those words and if they were true why would he give him his sword?
"Yeah, I'm fine Don," he finally answered clinging to the blade staring at the dead former king, more curriose then ever about the boy named Leonardo.
"What happened? You're a mess! What was up with that boy? He didn't hurt you there did he?" he just shrugged to his over concerned brother's words though not wanting to give too much away and it was harder then he could have ever imagined keeping his secret. In the corner of his eye he saw Honeycutt stare to him in confusion but he still didn't say anything, maybe trying to shake off the shock he himself was going through?
"Trust me when I say this Don, its a long, long, long story..."
Don's eyes burrowed in a mix of aggervation or confusion but he said nothing allowing it to slide for now. Watching closely as his brother's grip tightened around his new weapon, but again said nothing about it.
"Where are April and Casey?" Raph finally barked out preparing for another fight, ignoring Don's caustioning eyes.
"The humans are fine," the man before them said eyes never leaving the blade,"I had them escorted out safely I assure you, now please be on your way as well."
Don had his fingers tightened around Raph's wrist before he even had a chance to react, the shaded eyes never leaving him as he was dragged out by his younger brother.
"Don't worry," he whispered to him assuringly,"I think their on our side, there's not much to worry about."
"I hope your right Don," he mummbled back Mike nodding in agreement to the statement.
"Are these relatives of yours?" his eyes turned to Honeycutt smiling widely to him, Don's mind realing once more as they began out of the building.
"Who is this?" he grumbled to his brother who opened his mouth to talk but was interupted by the robot.
"How rude of me to not introduce myself before!" he says holding out his hand to Don who ackwardly took it,"I am Proffesor Honeycutt! Rapheal never mentioned he had brothers, I was almost under the impression that he and Leonardo were related in some way by the way they acted..."
Raph shot the robot a glare for saying such a stupid thing and making his younger brother give him that 'you're going to explain everythng later' look but all seemed to be fine at the moment when his youngest brother instantly began shooting off questions about being a robot and what the future was like.
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"Master Leonardo! You look horrid!" he glarred to the servant for pointing the obviose,"What happened?"
"Just shut up, I'm going to bed and you had better only wake me if my father asks to see me, got it?" he spat to the servant who simply nodded his face pale with fear.
Without thinking of anything he flopped down on his mattress trying to fall asleep and keep everything else locked up in his mind.
He half began to laugh as he reached inside his jacket pocket only to find assorted kunai and smoke bombs he had hurriedly stashed away. His laughter grew harder at the realization of his failure and what this possibly could mean. Each breath vibrated out on the chorus of laughter as all at once he noticed he no longer held the camera that showcased the mission he had been assighned. His laughter soon sounded more or less like gasps as drool fell down slightly the edges of his mouth, thoughts of going through all that to have death still breathing down his neck.
"Master Leonardo!" a servant called forcing him to hold back his laughter by holding down on his breath,"Are you alright?"
"Just fine," he snapped sitting up wiping the tears from his eyes,"What do you want?"
"Your father wishes to see you young master, but if you like I could..." Leonardo held his hand up to silence him to that.
"No, no," he whispered getting a full grip on himself now,"I'll be there in a second, just give me time to clean myself up..."
"Of course, young master."
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The three brothers and their new house guest walking inches behind them (still shocked to learn that he would be having to stay underground in hidding still even though he was no longer wanted) were silent as they walked home, each lost in there own thoughts upon the matter at hand. Don didn't even question the new blade Raph held firmly between his fingers, did he have it before the smoke bomb struck? He couldn't remember and at the moment didn't care. It was just another question for later when he cared more. All the years of dreaming they were some kind of miracle of science simply to find out they were an accident was a slap in the face altogether.
"Where have you been my sons?" their father questioned as they walked through the door to the darkened room, the only flutter of light coming from the dojo.
"Nowhere,'' Raph and Don acclaimed at the same time giving each other strange looks as they both found their palms stacked over their younger brother's mouth.
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His breath came out staggered as he watched the blood flow into the drain eyes trapped upon the dangling pendent.
Rolling his eyes he abruptly put a stop to the waterfall, water raining from his now hair. His newly entwined stiches already coming undone. Growling in silent irritation he threw a make shift bandage over the wounds hoping they would stay tight though out the meeting. He stared into his reflection feeling more like a stranger then he ever had in his life.
"I don't have time to start caring now," he muttered quickly pulling on his gi never feeling so relieved in his life to have it on.
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A mixture of exhaustion and anxioty fluttered through his being as he quickened his pace down the hall way and up another set of stairs. He kept himself at ease with a pattern of light breathing and the single thought that he wasn't some expendable soldier, he was the heir to the clan and as such he would not be deposed of so lightly for simply failing a mission after the completion of so many others.
Foot soldiers bowed deeply to him as he passed by the top level dojo where all the elites and personal guards of his father trained. He curtly bowed his head down in a sighn of aknowledgement but quickened his pace still not wishing to upset his father more then he already would be.
His fingers paused slightly as he was about to slide the door open of his father's private chambers considering knocking but thought better of it quickly sliding back the door. He kept his breathing to a minamium as he stepped lightly into the dark room. Eyes searched the room thouroughly as his finger switched on the light switch.
"Father?" he called sliding the door shut silently fully emerging in the simple yet elegant japanese styled office. He half smiled as he stared at the scrolls across the wall recalling a much smaller version of himself begging his father to put them up to make the room less bare. Ease filled him as he took in the sparkling lights pouring in through the window behind his father's desk, shaking his head to the papers slang across its surface. In the corner of his eye he noticed the book case had a new crack running beside it.
Without much hesitation he pulled the book entitled 'Etiquet of the proper warrior' out of it's place smiling as the passaway instantly grew open for him. Was his father that preditable or did he simply know him too well? He sighed shaking his head once more and took slow steps through the narrow passageway only a single line of light keeping him at ease. He walked with the silence down the seemingly growing hall way stopping once he hit the dead end a light flickering over him revealing a key pad next to a large metal door. He simply rolled his eyes, how did he expect there foes to take them seriosly when predicatablity was the only thing the eye could see? He simply typed in the numbers he knew would not fail him, the date his father had been announced the leader of the foot clan. He smiled once more as the door slid open with a loud click.
"Father?" he called as he stepped into the opening head tilting slightly to the glowing blue tank before him.
"Shut the door! Shut the door!" a nausalized musky voice croaked to him his eyes instantly began scanning the area, his fingers instantly shooting inside his robe pulling forth a kunai held tightly between his fingers.
His heart did a slight flip as the steel doors crashed shut behind him. His eyes scanning through the room, carefully he took a step towards the glowing blue tank eyes widdening to the floating pink blob that looked chilling similiar to the-
"Stop looking to me like that!" the blob once more croaked making his thought process pause and his body tense, his hand sliding the kunai back into place as a closer examination showed him no threat.
"Well, I had no clue squids had the brain power to speak, is it me or is Stockman loosing his mind?" he scoffs taking in all the buttons and cords surrounding the machine's outer surface.
"You must be Saki's brat...I just wonder if the baby is as strong as he thinks," he seemed pleased with his remark but it left Leonardo unfazed as he simply scanned the machine holding the creature further.
"Maybe, maybe not..." he said with a shrug,"I do wonder what would happen if I pressed this button..."
"Don't touch!-" he barked but Leonardo's finger was already slamming into a bright yellow button with a small black symbol representing an electric bolt on it. A shrill scream soon shook through the room as the creature shook violently foam flowing from its mouth.
"Oh..how intriging..." he said with a sadistic smile upon his face,"Should I press another?"
"You're deffinatly Saki's son," he growls,"You should learn to control your stupidity, you never know when it will destroy you."
Leonardo simply rolled his eyes already considering the blob wasn't worth his time anylonger,"Where is my father? Is he down here somewhere? I wished to discuss something with him."
"You shouldn't concern your pretty little head, boy," he said with a laugh forcing an eye brow to raise,"I can handle your failure. Let me guess you didn't get the information that Saki promised you would get?"
Who or what is this thing was the only thought coursing through Leonardo's mind. He failed to keep his calm facade and realized such as a smile crept across the creature's face.
"It wasn't my fault, the foolish turtle got in my way!" he spat glaring to the blob,"He must be on their side or something! Certain factors were out of my control this time around..."
"That's why you are going to patch up those mistakes and soon," the coldness in the voice made Leonardo freeze and instictivly drop to the floor in a deep bow,"Keep this in mind my son, you are never irreplaceable."
"Of course father," he whispered not daring to raise to meet his father's cold eyes.
"Be gone then child," he stated with a swish of his hand. He rose avoiding his father's stare as he hurried toward the door only pausing as his father's hand snatched his shoulder, nails digging into his new wound breaking through the bandage forcing the blood to spill out.
"Oh and Leonardo," he whispered sternly making Leonardo flinch and the pressure on his shoulder to deepen,"Don't think because you are my child it gives you the right to snoop around in my personal affairs."
Saki watched his son timidly bow and whisper an apology before hurring out, his head turning as he heard a snort from behind him.
"You made those brats of yours too soft."
"As it stands, you shouldn't have an opinion at all about my children, Krang," the shredder snapped back calmly,"They know where their loyalties lie and that's all that matters at the moment."
Krang laughed to that,"It doesn't matter who those little robots obey or disobey, their too weak hearted. They won't last long enough to get your clan or anything you've built up over the years. Just you wait."
Saki paid him no head simply turning away, not particularly caring what he was implying or what he wanted. Their was still a matter he needed to fix.
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(3 weeks later)
Leonardo half yawned as his opponent clashed his bokken against his own, he hated holding back. The kid he faced (a year or two older then him no doudt) was supposedly a prodigy at the game, his choppy foot work said other wise. He knew he had to give the crowd a show though and to keep entertainment values he had to hold back a notch. It was days like this that he missed the adnenile the areana had to offer and the thrill of the chase a whole army could give him...he hated to admit it but he also half missed his over confindent smirk. At least Rapheal could hold his own in a fight unlike this idiot...
As the crowd drew in there gasp of anticipation as in almost slow motion the wooden blade dropped down towards him, with a side stepp he avoided easily growing weary of the boring fight. He saw the opening as his opponent dropped the bokken a few inches, with a slight sigh he slammed his elbow into his mid section. He watched as the spit sputtered from his slightly open mouth, the bokken dropping in almost unison with his his knees to the floor. He ignored the crowds gasps and cheers staring at his victim for a split second, could father's lawers get him out with insanity if he killed the grovelling fool now? He descided against it at the last second dropping the wooden blade walking off the platform pushing past the judges and fans heading toward the locker room. Ignoring the fan girls calling his name 'oh, leonardo chan! Leonardo chan!' There were days when he wished he could just be a foot soldier 24/7 and never pretend to be innocent to the idiots around him. But to one day be Shredder, meant one day take over his father's whole buisness and that ultimatly meant pretending to the crowds.
As he rumaged through his locker his eyes cut backwards to the pressence behind him, but he didn't move a mussle simply waited for the other to act first.
"You're very talented," his eyes shot back to find one of the guardians, the one with blue hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. He gave a wan smile to his enemy giving a bow of his head as a small greeting.
"I don't need to be to win these fights, any six year could have done this with no trouble what so ever. He is just lucky to have come out with his life after facing a foot soldier."
"You father has destroyed you as I can see," he smilled to the statement in the back of his mind he could see the blood splashing against the concrete,"It doesn't have to be this way Leonardo."
"You will address me as Mr. Saki, we share no formalities," he stated coldly eyes already weighing the man's strengths searching for any sighn of a twitch or malfunction in his artificial form,"I would never betray the loyalties of my clan if that is what you imply."
"You are killing yourself then and I shouldn't even waist my time."
"Hai," he whispered yanking a back pack from the locker and slamming it shut, pushing past the man who stood unfazed staring to the boy.
"How long can this facade go on?" he didn't even stop to his words,"If you keep insisting upon fighting to help your father help that monster to destroy the galaxy...I can easily turn you back to what you once were."
"I promise you," he finally said turning his head back to the man,"Your blood will etenillaly stained upon my hands before you could even try."
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He stood with the brisk wind hitting his face on the abandoned building staring to the stars for the longest time, fingers tightening around his back pack. A breath of annoyance flowed evenly from his mouth as he watched the full moon come from its hiding place behind the clouds.
"That's right," he finally grumbled,"I have math homework tonight and an essay due in two days..."
He stood unwavering to the thoughts of homework and missions and anything of the sort...he simply stared to the moon. Growling loudly as the phone in his pocket went off loudly, even on vibration it would alert an entire army! Quickly he snatched it up, flipping it open slamming it to the side of his face.
"Hai?"
"Master Leonardo!" a voice cherped from the other side.
"Hai, Chaplain?" he said eyes cutting around out of habbit awaiting something to jump him while his attention was lost to something else.
"Your father wishes for you to get here, immediatly! He has..."
"An assinment for me?" he finished still unmoving staring once more to the sky watching the clouds once more consume the moon,"Why are you calling? Doesn't Stockman keep you on a tight leash?"
"Haha, young master," he scoffs making Leo once more roll his eyes he was bravier then he looked,"But the master needs you so hurry up!"
"When does he not?" he says with little interest,"I have no interest in Stockman's toys."
"No , are you around a telivision?" Leonardo leaned slightly over the edge of the building.
"Yeah, there's an electronic store near me...but what am I looking for?" he pondered allowd jumping down the fire escape briskly walking toward the small store.
"Trust me young master, you'll know once you get to a TV," he said with a shake of his head.
The phone dropped from his fingers and his heart near froze as he stepped in front of the store. His eyes narrowed and he half held his breath as he saw the foot symbol on the TV screen. A pretty brunnet soon filled his line of sight, a smirk crossing her face.
"The foot clan is an elite ninja group who's sole purpose is unknown but there story is clear as day from their 'mysteriose' robberies of high maintained labs filled with millitary goodies right down to the 'mysteriose' assassinations of highly thought of men to the nonchallant disapperance of street gangs and-"
"What the fuck is this?" he finally gasped out his heart still pumping with a mix of anger and somewhat fear,"Who is this woman?"
"That's April O'neil, young master," Chaplain said calmly Leonardo impulsivly nodding knowing that Chaplain couldn't see him,"Stockman says that she was a past employee of his...maybe personal vengance?"
"Possibly," he growled taking a deep breath to calm his nerves staying to the shadows as he quickly made his way home,"Does father wish me to silence her with death or warnings first?"
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TBC.
A/N: Yeah...I threw in random 80s show references...what the hell was I thinking? I guess if you like that you can keep it that way but if not re due this whole chapter...I was going to be mixing in things from all the series (except live action cause I never watched that cause I thought it looked stupid) and comic but I don't think I am clever enough to pull it off and I hate this story! I'm sorry but how did no one bash it? I got nominated two years in a row for a fanfic competition! I made Leo a gary stu! And even if i ever change my mind about hating it...I still don't want to contiue it. So if you want it just tell me, I'd love to see a competent author use the idea. ^^ Since I've realized long ago that I can't give up fanfic no matter how much I want to, I hope to see you again sometime with maybe a story I thought through more and am proud of. Till then I guess its good bye.