Chapter 27: Impatience...
When Leonardo woke, he was able to tell that it was still dark. His internal clock ticked inside telling him it still wasn’t time to head out for their morning training. Wait… no there wasn’t any training, at least for him, thanks to the bandages around his eyes.
There was a bit of bitter feeling in his stomach at the thought, but he knew it was best. He began to shift around when he felt something warm wrap a little tighter around him. For a second Leo panicked, but then realized it was actually Donatello’s arms that were closing around him.
His season was almost as powerful as the lower sectors of the deeper sewers. And as comfortable as he felt, especially since winter is around the corner, he knew it was best to get out the bed while he still can.
Leo tried to move, but soon found it wouldn’t be possible when he felt Don’s leg in between his thighs and calves. Sealing a pretty tight exit that wouldn’t let him leave without waking Donatello.
Chances are if he did, Don would definitely take the opportunity to use the spare time. Even if does pass out from it. Besides, Leo needed to shower the smell out before his other brothers wake up.
Slowly he began to unwrap himself out of the tangle of limbs. Starting with the legs, but it turned out that would make Don shift a bit. The genius seemed like he would wake up, but then snuggle again with a tiny breath. Leo didn’t know how many times he had to freeze because the genius would move and fall asleep again.
With painstaking effort he finally manage to free himself of his brother’s unconscious grip. It was a good thing that Don is a heavy sleeper during his mating time. Otherwise the obvious result would have taken easily a good hour at most. And time wasn’t something he really had the luxury of right now.
His hands touched the bed sight gingerly, his bare feet sensing the ground in hopes not to bump into anything.
*Okay, not too hard. Now all I gotta do is-* “GAH!” He yelped when he made his way to leave he tripped over some kind of metal object.
His hands and knees saved him from falling face-flat on the ground. Not his most graceful of moments…
A tinge of worry spread in his body; his hearing worked double in listening to Don’s reactions. He froze for maybe about a couple of minutes, listening carefully to his soft snoring.
Huge relief cast in his chest, using that opportunity to get up soundlessly. At that he made his silent way out, this time to make sure to test his footing with every step. His hands found a wall, and he used that his guide to search for the door, hopefully not the closet-
Nope. It’s the door to outside.
“Whew…” He breathed once he closed the door behind him. He took another deep breath when his olfactory captured the usual smell of his home. To anyone that lived above, it would be more rancid than a dead animal, but to him and his family it was home. Even April and Casey it took a long while before they managed to adjust to the odor.
This is a home to them, a home that protected them from unwanted visitors.
Yet, even that wasn’t the case anymore.
He did planned to get these bandages off soon. Hopefully by this later morning to get a good look around his room in order to search for any clues as to who trespassed, and if they would attempt it again. Maybe get Donatello to check over the surveillance cameras and alarms to see if anyone has entered recently.
Apparently the woman who managed to crash into their home somehow avoided being spotted by the cameras. Not to mention avoid activating the alarms.
So gave a good amount of information about her. She had to be skilled at ninjustu considering her escape. Concern rambled in his stomach, even if the facts could match, Leo doubted that she was part of the Foot Clan considerably since it’s been a couple of days since she found their lair.
And if Karai is true to her word she would in fact leave them be. Compared to the Shredder she had a greater sense of honor then the banished Utrom. It seemed a bit of a gamble if the mysterious woman is working with Bishop or Stockman. It did make more sense that she might be working with them. However, if that were the case both scientists would have taken immediate action, or have backup ready when she invaded and attacked.
So in both cases, they didn’t meet up. So the only logical conclusion was she must have been working for some kind of third party.
The only thing they can really do right now is to check over the cameras again and check to see if there had been some kind of damage or tampering. Because he was certain that even the cameras Donnie made and programmed could even find them. No matter how well the four of them tried to stick to the shadows.
He was near tempted to go check right now, only… he couldn’t see right now. Especially at these particular hours, so against his better judgment. So he figured for now, it would be best wait once he’s able to see again.
Absentmindedly he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Whatever blinding powder that kunoichi used on him was stronger than anticipated. He was surprised that it didn’t do permanent damage to his eyes. (Despite the fact that Don would prevent that from ever happening to begin with).
Upon moving forward his hands found and scanned over the rails, this in turn would help guide his route back to his room. Feeling the familiar rusting patterns on the rails helped him move towards the destination. Once he felt a particular dent on the rails he knew that he was now in front of the bathroom.
The room was big enough to maneuver. When he guided himself to the showers he removed every article of clothing he had on and made it quick. The familiar routine was shorter than usual, he just did enough to get rid of the smell of his brother. However as he was drying up with a towel he realized that he forgot to remove the bandages.
Figuring it was best to take care of that later he just made his way outside of the room. He’ll deal with his family’s scolding, right now he just wanted to get some sleep and forget this whole mess for a good few hours. His hand drifted on the rail, it aided him in finding the room. Soon his fingers brushed against the familiar patter on the metal that indicated that he was now in front of his room. Letting go of the safety rail and walked towards his door.
His senses flared for a moment, but when he felt no presence, he knew it was safe. The familiarity of his room breathed to him. The scent of candle waxes and specific oils did suffocate his nose in that initial entrance, but it is reassuring. Earlier his brothers helped move some of his things around for him to enter inside without breaking anything while he was bandaged. For now Leo had to ignore that his bedroom is disorganized.
At least finding the way to his bed was much easier for now. Being alone gave a tiny sense of relief, the only downside was that it felt a little cold.
The leader in blue should have expected this, considering that Donatello was a bit of a heat source at the moment. It doesn’t help that winter is quickly approaching. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t deal with it. Besides it wasn’t the first time the four reptiles had to deal with low temperatures such as these. He just needed to wrap himself in a blanket and use his chi kung training to the fullest. There he would be perfectly fine for the night.
And did try to fall asleep. But strangely tonight he couldn’t muster himself to get tired.
*You’d think that having sex before bed would make me exhausted…* He thought bitterly, shifting away, careful to not use his backside or tail. Leonardo forced himself to relax, yet he didn’t seem to making any progress in sleeping.
What is it this time? He doubted it was the nerves, as far as he was concerned he seem pretty fine before arriving here.
Adrenaline? From sex? Doubtful.
Over-thinking? Maybe, but also doubtful.
Then what could it be?
The leader exhaled heavily. At this point there’s going to be trouble getting any rest. From sheer boredom he re-positioned himself on the bed. Anything to get at least him to do something before he could actually slee-
Something crumpled under him.
The sound itself made him jump off the bed, the sheets did nothing but slide down from him when he reached to grab onto something. It felt like his wooden practice swords. Even without his sight Leo knew that whatever was under his bed he needed something to defend himself with.
He waited, using his senses to see if there was anything, yet he sensed nothing out of the ordinary. No body beyond himself. Was it an object that sounded out. It kinda sounded like a wrapper of some sort.
He doesn’t eat any wrapped candy or snacks in his room. Ever.
And he was sure that Mikey would rather eat in the living room in front the T.V than here. Not unless the younger wanted to get a scolding from him.
Leonardo wanted to know what it was. But then- would it hurt to take off the bandages?
“It’s not like I’m going to loose my sight, after all Don said I should be fine by this morning.” He whispered to himself. Besides, he was going to get them taken off this morning, so why not now?
There was no thought into it, Leonardo moved to removed the wet bandages around his head. It took no effort to untie the knot that kept the wraps together. And in a single tug they came off like melting snow over his neck.
He was thankful that it was still dark because otherwise it would have been more painful to open his eyes had there been any light. He felt an itchy and cool sensation the second his moist and sensitive eyes opened.
Whether it was blurry or just dark, he couldn’t see properly, Leonardo had to refrain from rubbing his eyes. But with a couple of blinks he felt them starting to work again. Or at least he thought, colors were a bit of a haze, but the darkness did affect that as well. He brought a hand in front of his face, seeing a darken green image in front of him was more a reassuring session.
And it was more than enough for him to see what was ahead. He started to move closer to the bed, his eyes needing a bit of moisture so he had to blink multiple times in order to keep him from rubbing them. That helped his sight significantly, he captured the pale image of his bed, blurry but visible. Moving closer he felt the mattress, it didn’t take long to feel around in search of whatever made the noise.
He searched under the bed, over it, and then in between the two mattresses. Soon he touched the culprit of the noise.
It looked yellow to his eye, but then again he wasn’t sure. He held it in his hand, feeling the texture as well as it’s thickness.
His sight was getting better; good timing. He turned to see the lamp that was sitting on idly on the desk. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to brighten the place.
The leader turned over to the lamp when his free hand touched the switch. He shut his eyelids then flashed the bulb on. As expected his eyes did hurt the second he cracked them open. It made his head spin, but Leo managed through it, for now he needed to know what this paper is. He wondered if whether or not if this was his own or someone else’s note.
The blurriness was definitely bothersome, but he forced himself to see again. His instincts shouted at his mind to see the paper right now.
Second by second his focus was returning, a tiring and head-splitting problem, but anchored through it.
The dark words on the pale yellow paper were definitely coming along as well.
“Alright maybe I’ll be able to see what this is.” He added. “I swear if this is some kind of prank I’m going to-” He never got to finish because once his sight became just clear enough to read, his brain stopped and his blood froze.
There was only three words written on the parchment. Only three…
‘Protect that box.’