Heyo guys, what's up? c: I'm working on A Shot For You, don't you worry your sweet little heads off xD For now though, let's get on with some one shots and shtuff c:
Privacy. It was something they all seemed to respect, it was like an unspoken rule, even when they were younger. They had never gotten any rules about privacy, yet none of them ever needed the rule. It was like they already knew, and even now they left it that way. Despite this, they knew almost everything about the other. They all knew Leo's room was neat, with only a few candles and books tucked neatly into a shelf. His bed was always made, they knew Mikey's room was messy, with action figures and comics all over the floor,walls covered with posters, his bed was never made and the blanket was usually on the floor until he went to sleep. Donatello's room was an organize chaos, blue prints and pieces of scrap metal and panels laying all over a big desk, his bed was somewhere he rarely slept, so it was always made. The nights he did sleep in it meant it wouldn't be made the next morning, and the blankets would be lazily tossed onto the mattress. However, even Splinter's room they knew, it smelled of incense and was lit by candle, a mattress lay on the floor, and a bookshelf was on the other side of the room. Raphael's room however, it was unknown. His privacy was a touchy subject for him, and none of them had been in his room for years, even when he was injured, the farthest any of them got was to the door, before it was closed in their faces with with a simple, "I got it."
To say they were all curious was an understatement, everytime the wooden door was opening, eyes would try to peer around it, guessing what was in the room. Even so, the light- if there was one- was always off. Probably because he liked the darkness more than the light, however none of them would ever know since none were allowed into the room. On countless occassions they would speak about going inside when Raphael was topside, they'd plan, but never go through with it, the word privacy always locking his door tightly. It was as if he was hiding something from them all, and in a way, it sort of made them feel like they weren't trusted enough. A room was something personal, a place you feel the most comfortable, safe, and Raphael never let them in that room. Maybe that was the reason? Raphael kept things bottled up to himself, maybe he let them out in that room. If they were to go inside, maybe they'd hear the echos of his emotions that he tucked away from them? Everything about Raphael was distant, private. His emotions, his views- at times- always avoided with a mean, or smart ass retort. They had finally come to the idea that they would never see Raphael's room, that it would just be something they'd always wonder about, they would still try to see the room through that crack in the door when it was open, to try and guess what was behind the wooden gate that protected their brother from them.
Maybe one day, that door would open wide enough for them to see.
Requests are welcome. There will probably be some sort of sequel to this because I want to write a story on Raphael's brothers seeing what his room looks like, but I thought this story just needed to end here.
R&R c: