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[Video] Backdated to 3/7/10

Mar 08, 2010 23:03

[The feed turns on. Splashes of blood-soaked earth fly across the screen as the journal is jilted about; eventually the screen rests on Jay, kneecap broken in and huddled on the ground in a moaning heap. The recorder is not seen.]

He needs a healer that can set bones. In the forest, north of the village.

[Then the journal is placed on the ground ( Read more... )

c: stella, my katana noooo ;_;, kicked his ass, c: hamato raphael, c: jay, ow, c: kasumi, c: hamato donatello, c: hamato leonardo, honor, c: nami

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[Action] thesevencodes March 10 2010, 00:22:57 UTC

[Murmurs of evening sky grasp across the horizon by the time Leonardo makes it back to the C6 apartment building. His entire body feels like one big ache; it should, if the five slashes across his body along with leg burns count for anything. The wounds have eased their bleeding by the time he makes it back - still, the sticky thickness of iron clings to his skin as though to suffocate him, and he makes a beeline for the bathroom as soon as he arrives at the apartment.]

[Action] meanandgreen March 10 2010, 00:41:48 UTC

[The sound of someone entering the apartment jump starts him into consciousness. The first thing he thinks is Mikey.

The light from the window is gray, telling him he'd slept the day away again. But this time, it has little to do with recovery. There's an ache in his heart that has nothing to do with battle wounds.

It gnaws at him like a flesh-eating disease, because he already knows as he staggers down the hall, that it can't be Mikey. It's too quiet.

Raph reaches the bathroom door, looking tired and sick. Leonardo stands before him, covered in blood.

He leans on the door frame and says nothing.]

[Action] thesevencodes March 10 2010, 00:50:46 UTC

[Leo hears the footsteps as they echo across the apartment floor. Too heavy to be Don's, impossible for it to be Mikey's. That leaves one, and so Leonardo is able to unstrap his single katana and lean it against the wall. His mask drops into the sink with a wet sound.]

[He doesn't bother to shut the curtain. A jet of lukewarm water sprays from the showerhead, and he leans both palms on either side of the knob. Congealing blood peels away from his skin and runs onto the shower floor - he watches as it circles around the drain lazily before being pulled down.]

You should be resting.

[Action] meanandgreen March 10 2010, 00:54:30 UTC

[He ignores the comment.]

Did you kill him?

[Action] thesevencodes March 10 2010, 00:59:10 UTC

No. [The water runs over his face and he presses his forehead against the cool tiled wall.] He destroyed one of them, Raph.

[Action] meanandgreen March 10 2010, 01:02:55 UTC

[He tightens his grip on the door, willing away his weak knees as something in him sinks.] What?

[Action] thesevencodes March 10 2010, 01:07:00 UTC

[Leonardo says nothing. His eyes close, and he makes a half-gesture to the lone sword lying in its bloodied sheath.]

[Action] meanandgreen March 10 2010, 01:17:29 UTC

[He stares at it for a long time. There's memories attached to those swords. Not just Leo's, but his own. He remembers making those swords, hours and days spent in that old barn, working together to rebuild a whole lot more than metal.

Something in the back of his mind echoes in Splinter's voice. What does this mean?]

We'll make another one.

[Action] thesevencodes March 10 2010, 01:30:42 UTC

I was careless. [His fingers bunch into quivering fists and he feels like he's drowning. His katana means the world to him - he could have avoided losing one, if only he hadn't been so blinded by rage. Now exhaustion and the rushing tides threaten to pull him under to where flames never burn.] I'm sorry.

[Action] meanandgreen March 10 2010, 01:36:46 UTC

Don't be. [He sees his brother in pain, and it makes his chest clench tighter. Part of it's physical, part of it's deeper, but he's just now realizing how much of the gore was his brother's blood. From what he can see there's cuts, deep ones.]

Do ya want me to stitch you up, or should I get Donnie?

[Action] i_speak_softly March 10 2010, 01:47:04 UTC

[No. No. This can't be happening. Mike kidnapped, Raph still largely housebound, and now Leo sluicing blood into the shower drain.

He had hoped Luceti would be different. He had hoped that a world where it was safe for them to walk the streets was a world where their family didn't get torn apart at every turn.

No.

Never.

There is no world like that.

Not for them.

Standing in the bathroom doorway, Don just puts his head in his hands, and cries. For everything they've lost, and for everything they will never find.]

[Action] meanandgreen March 10 2010, 01:51:14 UTC

[Before his name passes Raph's lips, he hears his brother's footsteps from behind. In his eyes, there's tears, and it chases away everything. Nothing else matters.

He throws his arms around his brother, fire burning in his stomach and tears threatening his own eyes. His voice wavers.]

No, Donnie...No, don't cry...

[He'll hold him as tight as he can, rubbing the back of his brother's shell.]

It's n-not gonna help anybody...if you cry.

[Action] thesevencodes March 10 2010, 02:05:02 UTC

[Shit. Shit.

The last thing he ever wanted was to make Donatello suffer. He did this for honor, and for Raphael (and for yourself) - Don was never meant to be part of it. The blood that Leonardo sacrifices should not weigh on shoulders already so burdened.

The water stings his face and Leonardo buries his forehead into his arm. His brothers sound lost and so very broken, and he cannot face them. This never should have happened.]

We'll find a way. [(The quiver in his voice, he pretends is from pain.)] We always do.

[Action] i_speak_softly March 10 2010, 02:30:58 UTC

[He breaks out of Raph's grip. Both brothers need him now, but he can't be Raphael's emotional support and Leonardo's doctor at the same time. Such is the way of triage.

He reaches into the cabinet, robotically, for iodine and cotton swabs. Open the bottle, pour some out, dab it on Leo's wounds.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows how many times he's done this. Knows the total, broken down by brother, by injury type, by how many hours he held his breath waiting to see if they would be all right.

He never acknowledges that part of his mind.

Because it doesn't matter. What matters is the next time, the next injury, fixing his brothers as well as he can, making the scar as small as possible. So they'll heal well, so they'll be strong enough to survive the next one.]

"We always do."

[It's meant to be comforting, but he doesn't take any solace in it. There's only pain in his voice as he says:] Why - is there always - a next one?

[Action] thesevencodes March 10 2010, 02:46:51 UTC

["Because of who we are." Bitter in his mouth, the phrase does not pass his lips. Instead he turns the knob as Don comes at him with the iodine, bites back a moan as a stinging pressure explodes over his wounds, works through the pain and guilt and tries to figure out which is worse. A monotony he has never been forced to carve into his own brain.]

[He knows the answer that Donatello needs, but cannot tell the lie that he deserves. For now he gives himself up to his brother's hands, and traces the memory of gentleness where he has forgotten its existence.]

[Action] meanandgreen March 10 2010, 03:00:39 UTC

[Don pushes out of his arms and he's left only with an empty feeling. He wrings his hands, turning his eyes away until they dry enough to look again.]

There anything I can do?

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