Donatello wasn't entirely sure when he realized, but at some point he took note of the fact that he had not seen Leonardo. At least not for the past several hours. The two had conversed briefly at breakfast, sharing their usual cup of insomnia assisting coffee, before he retreated to his lab. But since then he had not once seen his blue clad brother. Michelangelo had shown himself a little over two hours ago, asking for an opinion on his latest artwork. The softshell obviously approved. Then Raphael had appeared more than once to ask where an item had ended up. The tech master provided the locations easily; having always kept a careful stock of their materials. However, his work had not yet been interrupted by his self proclaimed "twin" brother. There was a very distinct lack of annoying jokes and irritating puns being made that day.
'That's out of the norm.'
The purple masked teenager concluded, sitting up from his previously hunched position at his workstation.
Donatello felt a small frown beginning to form in his typically neutral expression as he also registered just how quiet it was in the lair. Setting aside a welding tool and lifting his goggles from their place over his eyes, he turned in his swivel chair to face the lab doors. His anxiety starting to get the better of him as he failed to chase away the feeling that something was just too off. That something was possibly wrong. As such, sighing audibly in annoyance at his own paranoia, the softshell stood rather abruptly and headed for the lab's entrance and exit. The automatic doors whirling quietly ahead of him as they opened and then once again when they shut behind him.
"Yo, Dee! Mike made lunch."
Raphael called out from the kitchen across the main room of the lair upon hearing someone exit the lab; grinning in one of his immediate younger brother's direction as they made fleeting eye contact.
"Yeah, in a minute."
Donatello replied shortly as he passed through the living area towards their bedrooms.
"Everything alright, Donnie?"
Michelangelo questioned with a somewhat perplexed mien; his older brother's swift strides and firm look inadvertently telling them that something wasn't quite right.
The purple masked teenager chose not to respond immediately as he reached Leonardo's room. Pulling aside the soft baby blue privacy curtain and taking a look inside. Though, his worries only grew when he did so. The bed was unmade, there were several articles of clothing scattered on the floor, a mess filled dresser drawer had been left ajar, and a few glow in the dark star stickers were starting to peel off of the tan ceiling bricks. Nothing entirely new. But where was his brother?
"Don?"
The box turtle called out once again. His confusion now shifting more towards concern.
"Have you guys seen Leon?"
The softshell questioned as he let the blue fabric fall back into place, turning to face his other siblings whomst he now had the full attention of.
"Oh! He left to go see Senior Huso."
The orange wearing teenager responded with a more relaxed demeanor; hoping the knowledge would cease his brother's fretting.
"When?"
The purple masked teenager inquired as he pulled out his phone to check the time as well as to check for any missed messages or calls. There were none.
"Around, umm, an hour ago?"
The red dawning teenager attempted to provide with uncertainty; honestly not sure due to the fact that he'd been distracted with his "spring cleaning".
"Around nine."
The artist amongst them answered much more accurately seeing as he'd been the one to wave the red eared slider off earlier that morning.
"It's almost one…Four hours ago."
The tech master commented with a far deeper set frown, going into his contacts and scrolling through the list swiftly until he came across the one he was looking for.
"I'm calling him."
Donatello stated and without hesitation pressed the call button.
The three siblings present went quiet as he did so. Each of them now feeling a weight in their chests as the phone began to ring throughout the now otherwise silent lair. Every chime seemed too long, too far apart, and only made their dread grow as they waited. Then all at once, the heaviness in their chests sank into their stomachs when the ringing finally stopped.
~"Yello! Ha! Just kidding, you've been pranked by Neon Leon! Call ya later!"~
The red eared slider's voicemail echoed off of the lair's walls practically.
"I'm going to Huso's."
Donatello hung up the phone before it prompted him to leave a voicemail, immediately grabbing his titanium bow staff from the weapons rack near the entrance and exit of the lair on his way out.
"Right behind ya, Dee."
Raphael nodded and swiftly followed suit, picking up his own tonfas from the rack as well.
"On your tail!"
Michelangelo gave a heads up from behind the red dawning teenager, taking his num-chuks and slipping past the snapper with a teasing expression. Trying to keep the air about them light, despite their worries that their brother may be in trouble.
As the three of them left their home and headed for the hidden city Donatello tried to rationalize the situation for himself. Leonardo was a skilled ninja; a skilled fighter in general. Even without the use of his portals and without access to his weapons, he could still throw a fair punch and was usually quick enough to get through most enemy defenses. He was fast and agile, and admittedly the second stealthiest ninja amongst them. With Donatello himself taking first place in that area of expertise. Surely their blue clad brother wouldn't have had enough time to get himself into any real trouble, and even if he had the red eared slider was certainly skilled enough to get himself out of said trouble. Or at least that's what the softshell was going to continue telling himself until he was proven outright incorrect.