Title: The Quiet
Day: 30 Days of Drabbles, Day 2
Prompt: The Quiet
Fandom: TMNT 2003
Word Count: 209
Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl
Rating: T
Characters: Splinter, Donatello
Warning: NA
Summary: The quiet was something Splinter had to get used to—and sometimes, it was terrifying
Notes: Hopefully y'all know what this is referencing!
The Quiet
Quiet was not something that had been normal in Splinter's life for fifteen years. Ever since he had found four baby turtles, and they had all mutated, his life had only been quiet when he had demanded it for training.
Or, at least, it had been that way until his sons started going out on their own. The quiet that came when they went topside was something that he had needed to get use to. Although he would never admit it to his sons, the quiet that came when they were gone, while at times a little welcome, also brought anxiety with it. He could only hope that his sons weren't getting into trouble that they couldn't handle.
It was why he spent so much time in meditation.
He was seated in his room now, on his meditation mat, a few candles lit. His sons had been out of the lair before he'd finished saying that they should stay put and wait and see what happened. Going after them would have been an act of futility at that point, so Splinter had settled himself here, waiting, letting the quiet sink into his bones.
And then it shattered.
"MASTER SPLINTER!"
Splinter's eyes flew open.
"I am here, my son. I am with you. I am with you."
Connection. Pain. A force of will. An abrupt ending. And then—
Quiet.
Terrifying quiet.