A/N: And here's the next chapter. I apologize if it is a little dry. I am just getting back into the swing of things.
Don't own any TMNT, just borrowing hope they don't mind. ;)
Buckle
"Keeyah!"
Leonardo's fierce yell echoed through the empty dojo. He attacked his opponent with all he had: two thrusts with his katanas before he back-flipped to the other end of the room.
He gazed at the dummy, narrowing his dark blue eyes. He needed to be stronger, faster, more agile. He had to train more.
Leo looked up at the clock, he had been in here for 5 hours. He wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand. He tightened his grip on his katana, a look of determination on his green face.
Leonardo was their leader and he could not afford to be weak. He would not lose another brother. With a savage battle cry, he continued his attack on the training dummy with a new ferocity.
Michelangelo walked into the turtle's lair whistling a tune that he had heard on the radio one time.
"Honey, I'm home!" He called loudly with a impish grin on his face. His call was met with only silence.
Mikey frowned and went off in search of his brothers. He had not gotten far when the sounds of fighting reached his ears. He followed them to their source and found his oldest brother tearing apart a training dummy. Mikey gazed at the sight in front of him. Leo was breathing heavily, his body covered in sweat. He saw the dark circles under his eyes and knew that it had been a long time since the blue masked turtle had slept.
"Leo!" Mikey called.
Leonardo turned to face him, his hands shaking with exhaustion. He suddenly felt light-headed and his vision became blurry. He saw Mikey run toward him and he took a step forward and felt his knees buckle.
Michelangelo saw Leo stumble and reached out and caught him before he hit the ground. Leo felt himself gently lowered to the floor and he looked up into two concerned light blue eyes.
"You're pushing yourself too hard, bro." Mikey chided him.
Leo struggled to get up. "H-have to train. Have to b-be stronger."
Mikey gripped his shoulders firmly. "No, Leo. You need rest."
Leo struggled feebly for a few more seconds before resigned himself to defeat. He was exhausted. A few hours rest, then back to training.
He was their leader and he would protect his brothers. He had already lost one brother and he would not lose another, this he vowed.
A new fire lit up the eyes of the blue-masked turtle and beware anyone who stood in his way.