Chapter 20: Motions...
The lump in his bed couldn’t have been another body. When he walked inside the room noticed that the olive turtle was resting on his side, the mask and his pads gone, as they were carelessly tossed on Leo’s mat.
"Don?" He called once more to see if the other would stir. The leader in blue waited for a second when he noticed that Donatello did not respond at all to his call. The smallest of smiles appeared on his face, at least Donatello is sleeping off his work. Heavens knows that he works until he gets sick, and even through a cold he works nonstop. Well until he passes out or one of his brothers drags him out of the lab to get some rest.
The poor guy must have worked himself to exhaustion.
Leonardo silently moved along the way, making sure to silence his footsteps as to not alert the other. But with each step he took Leo had to wonder, when Donatello passes out from work he would either be hunched over a table. Usually his hand be clutching a wrench or would be sprawled in the living room after a failed attempt to get a coffee. So why-
The blue turtle hitched his breath when Donatello moved. It was split second but Don just shifted to another position, gave a tiny snort and returned to sleeping.
The scene made Leo soften his eyes before carefully setting the candles on the meditation mat, once sitting down in a lotus position in the center he lit each candle. It wouldn't hurt to meditate near Donnie, after all meditation required no sound or movement at all.
Yet even after forcing himself to relax he could not seem to make his mind clear at all. He made himself take a couple of deep breaths but even then he couldn’t find himself slipping his spirit into the astral plane. His mind would not budge away from his rapid thoughts, past days of what happened before continued to replay that eventually he found himself losing his sitting position and his posture slouched.
Leonardo tightened his eyes once more, but found cracking them open, only the candles providing light to his semi-dark room.
He didn’t get it. He just didn’t get it. What was going on? Why wasn’t he able to accomplish something simple such as meditation?
Leonardo slouched over slightly, there was something on his mind, he just didn’t think it would interrupt his meditation at all. His thoughts darkened just the slightest, he only wished this was different.
He heard his mate shift once more. Blue orbs looked up and saw Donatello now facing him, though he still looked asleep so there was nothing out of the ordinary. Alright a sleeping Don before 12 AM was unusual, but not in a bad way. Or at least he would hope considering just how tense the family seemed to be in.
Oh, he’s definitely noticed. Just because he was still recovering from his season doesn't mean he was ignorant how his brothers were acting.
Mikey just seemed to be in the worst case considering just how much the youngest started to avoid the two of them as if they had a plague on their shells. Quite honestly it seemed more than possible he might know… about them...
A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Yeah, he probably knows… after that little risky hormonal adventure, no doubt he must have caught a whiff of his season… After all, that's just smelling Pizza freshly popped out of the oven for Mikey.
Leo lowered his head at the possibility, who would have thought his own season was just that bad. And that’s considerably weird seeing how Michelangelo entered his on Leo's last day maybe... but another aspect that may have happened but his youngest brother didn't seem to be acting as off, nor was he having any control issues besides the occasional hard-on.
*Why was my cycle so active to the point where I could barely remember those days?* The leader thought to himself.
This just didn’t make any sense at all. Was he getting just as bad as Raph? Will he get violent and potentially attack his brothers? The muscled brother did at times blank out but when he did he was either sleeping or gutting the punching bag.
"What if I end up betraying Don the next time my season hits..." Leo whispered feeling his heart get punctured in worry.
...there was a sudden groan...
Leonardo blinked his blue eyes open at the sound. Looking around the semi-dark room he saw nothing. Well… except for Donatello. He noticed how the olive brother shifted once more, he looked like he was having a hard time sleeping.
In a mix of worry and curiosity the leader leaned in forward in the direction of the bed. Just as he decided to get up, a sudden chill ran down his room then really warm…
Was it just him or did the room feel colder than usual? Normally around this time that wouldn't be a problem. His room would usually be the last place that got cold during winter and fall since it was closer to the living room oppose to the outer area of the lair.
Green eyes shut themselves closed for a brief moment when he lay down on his red hammock. Raphael wasn’t one to really complain about his room. No he would complain about fighting techniques, and when they let Mikey off the hook after a stupid prank, or with fearless’s antics. But never about his room, he had everything where he wanted it, not a single thing would budge from their spot. But the temperature isn’t doing well for him at the moment.
Donnie was suppose to be fixing up the heaters before winter, but even then he’s starting to lack on that.
Honestly, something strange is happening to the brainiac as well as fearless. He wondered exactly what was going on in between them. If there is something that they are hiding then by all means why?
Did they not trust them enough to tell what’s going on. Were they not their brothers to hold such a secret?!
If it had something to do with the nightmares then why the hell doesn’t fearless man up and grow a backbone to speak to them. Heck not even Master Splinter knows what is happening! Trust him he already asked.
The tempered turtle sighed heavily as he shifted on his hammock. *Whatever, it’s not like it’s my problem anyways.* He thought with a scowl, but for some reason that made his chest sting... They are brothers and yet they're not trusting him...
"Oh Fuck It!" He shouted suddenly, not caring if anyone heard.
He wasn’t going to get into trouble those two dunderheads have caused. Raph turned onto his side, finding it much easier to rest then on his back.
“Yeah… good luck with that bros…” He whispered before closing his eyes for the night