A/N: Hey guys it's been awhile! Huge thanks to Ravenshell for being my beta! I was finally inspired with a drabble for a request made by Bubblyshell for the phrase "leadership isn't easy." I didn't use your exact wording but I tried and I hope you like it! I'm still plugging away at drabbles, so if you've sent me one, I haven't forgotten about you! ;)
Expression set in stone, Leo watched the city from a rooftop as it carried on with its superficial business. However, his mind wasn't on the citizens below but rather on the those who sacrificed their lives for the sake of the city. Those ingrates would never truly understand or know the reason why they walk around without a care in the world. They would never know the countless times unseen entities had saved their lives from astronomical demise. For if they had seen those hidden heroes, those saints behind the veil of shadows, they would yell demon before they uttered the word angel.
His brothers were those angels, forever destroyed by the true monsters that dwell unseen in the city: the Shredder and the Kraang.
Leo clutched his fist remembering the voice of his brothers as they cried out to him before being dropped into a vat of mutagen. They double-mutated into a massive creature that was collectively his brother, but also something that was beyond reasoning, something beyond salvation. The Mutanimals were there and fought along side him, trying to defend themselves against his brothers (brother?), trying to contain them so they would not wreak havoc in the city, or cause further harm to themselves.
There was no other option. Leonardo was the leader of his now grossly mutated brothers and Slash the leader of the Mutanimals; a decision had to be made. He and Slash doused the warehouse in gasoline while the rest of the Mutanimals distracted the brother behemoth.
The explosion was meant to end his brothers' miserable existence, but things never end as they should. Leo and Slash barely dragged themselves from the aftermath of debris, the rest of the Mutanimals perished with his globular mass of brothers.
"Being a leader ain't easy," Slash's solemn voice disrupts his thoughts of guilt as he hears the large turtle approaching somewhere behind him.
'Leaders of what?' the blue-masked turtle wanted to ask. Neither of them were leaders, not anymore. But instead he turned to face the other turtle, angry tears unmoved in his glossy eyes.
"No, it isn't."
Fin.
Thanks for reading! :)