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Syndrome	By : Aureawolf Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 7801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Yo…wake up man.”

I feel someone shaking my shoulder, and my lips detach from the desk where they’ve affixed themselves over the night. Eww…drool spot.

I rub at my mask and look up, seeing my older brother standing over me.

“Don, don’t tell me you been out here all night again?” Raph says, while giving me a playful punch to the head. I just smile up at my brother and shrug. He knows how I can be when I really get into something.

“Leo wants us all in the training room, alright braniac?” His large hand lingers on my shoulder for a second longer than it needs to, before he lets it drag down my shoulder as he walks out of my lab.

Shivers play their way up my spine, and I can feel the tingle in my shell. Just a brush of his fingers can do that to me. I’m really falling apart. It’s been a while, maybe a week since the last time. Of course whenever anything happens between us, its when Raph wants it. He just comes in, doesn’t say a word, and starts running his hands along my shell.

It may have caught me by surprise the first time my aggressive brother showed such a strange side to himself. But now its becoming just another part of life.

I’m his weakness. He needs me.

I suppose if I’m honest I need him too.

I stand up and stretch to try and work out the kink that is in my neck from sleeping at my desk all night. The new communication system I’ve been working on lays to the side, luckily outside of the area where my tongue felt like taking up residence over the night.

“Yo my man Donny! Dude, you missed breakfast,” Mikey calls out, holding up a mostly empty pizza box. I see fruit loop pizza and my formerly dry morning mouth is now salivating.

“We’ll wait until Donatello’s done with breakfast, then we’ll get started,” Leo says as he walks in. That’s weird, he’s strapping on his katanas. Munching on the cold stale pizza I manage to mumble just enough sensible words that Leonardo realizes I’m asking him a question.

“Sensei says we’ve been spending too much time on just strength and skill lately. We’re gonna do some real ninja training. All stealth today.”

I look over to Raph and we roll our eyes. Everyone knows Leo loves being a real ninja. Stealth is one of his strong suits.

If I didn’t trust our fearless leader to tell the truth all the time, I’d worry that Splinter had absolutely no say in what Leonardo decided we needed to work on today. He just looks a little too pleased with himself.

“So what, we’re gonna play hide and go seek?” Mikey’s voice goes from slightly amused to sarcastic to outright hopefulness. Poor Mikey, he tries hard to be serious. Its not his fault he’s not as focused as Leo.

“More like tag. But with teams. Two on two. To tag you have to touch with your weapon, and no throwing them,” Leo’s eyes slide over to meet Raph’s. Obviously this rule is meant for our red bandana wearing brother.

“What are the boundaries of the game?” I ask, patting my plastron over my chest to try and assuage the heartburn I seem to be developing after that fruit loop pizza.

“We stay in the sewers, no going above ground, and stay within this area. Remember, the winning team is the one with the most touches. Me and Raph versus you and Mikey.”

I won’t look upset. I just nod and smile to Mikey. Weird. He looks upset. Just for a second his face is hanging in a frown, before he perks up and shouts some kind of challenge to our elder brothers.

Why would he be so upset? He’s not the one being denied the chance to hide in dark corners with the brother who’s been sneaking into your room for the past month and having his way with you.

“Lets do this already,” Raph yells and I see his hand reach into the pouch hanging next to his sais. I manage to cover my nose and mouth and close my eyes before the smoke pellets burst at my feet.

“Gah!!”

Obviously Mikey wasn’t as fortunate.

“Oh man. They know I have allergies. Dis thucks.”

It takes me a minute to translate the language my brother speaks when his nose is stuffed up. Not a very long minute, mind you, I am pretty good at this kind of stuff.

“Its alright, we better get going though, we’ll be sitting ducks here,” I say as I remove my bo from across my shell and take the point, Mikey following along and trying not to sniffle and give away our position.

The tunnels are dark, but we have pretty good night vision and there is a waxing gibbous tonight, so the sewer grates let through squares of separated moonlight.

Mike’s nose must have stopped bothering him because the incessant sniffling has come to an end.

Unfortunately, so has our path. I was mostly following Raph and Leo by instinct, trying to listen to the sounds of the sewer and follow where I thought they might end up. Now we’re in a dead end.

I thought for sure they’d be in the corner waiting for us to arrive.

“Uh, Donny? We lost em, didn’t we?”

“Yup.”

“Crap,” Mikey sighs heavily and leans against the curved tunnel wall. He definitely seems more melancholy today than usual.

“What’s wrong?” I don’t lean next to him. At least one of us has to be ready for Raph and Leo to show up at any second.

This is stupid though. Leo should have known that Mikey and me are the worst at our stealth abilities. Here we’ve barely begun and we’re already standing in the middle of a partially lit corridor, having a conversation.

“Ever feel like we’re the last ones to be picked for the dodge ball team?” My brother looks up at me, with big sad eyes ringed in orange. Mikey’s always had big eyes.

I pretend to not know what he means, but I feel it in my gut. Leo leads, Raph is the strongest. What do I have? Well, I’m the smartest.

Because being able to network computers and fix the reception on underground cell phones are both highly sought after traits in trained ninjas.

And Mikey, well, without Mikey I’m sure we’d be dead. We’d have killed each other by now.

But we all know in a fight we’re practically sidekicks. And it shows. When Leo left, Raph was the only one that kept up the fight. Even with the constant bickering between those two, they’re more like each other than they know.

“They’re like Fred and Daphne.”

Okay, maybe I shouldn’t zone out when I’m supposed to be listening to my brother. So sue me.

“Huh?”

Oh yes, I’m also the eloquent one.

“You know, back in the Scooby Doo cartoons. Everybody splits up, and Fred always picks Daphne to go with him. ‘Course they were usually making out in the basement somewhere while everyone else was out huntin’ ghosts,” Mikey stands up and brushes himself off, taking one of his nunchakus out and getting it ready, “Come on Don, lets go teach em.”

He laughs and its good to see him happy again. Must be nice to bounce back so fast. I nod and we leave again, quieter and faster than last time.

I pause at a junction and look to Mikey who motions left. I don’t question him. He’s probably as clueless as I am, but at least this way I don’t have to make a decision.

That’s not my job, Leo and Raph do just fine on that front. I build things, I fix things, I plan things. Telling people what to do is the job for the oldest. And they do it well.

Especially Raph.

A hand reaches out and grabs my elbow by its pad and pulls me flush against the tunnel. My adrenaline rushes to my head and hands before I realize its just Mikey. I lower my bo, which is already up and ready to defend me.

He brings one finger up to his lips and I get the hint. I start looking into all the shadowy crevices nearby, looking for a glint of a blade or a flash of a red bandana string.

My little brother is looking up though, and I jerk my head to follow his, staff ready and solid in my hands. But up on the walkway Raph and Leo aren’t posing a threat to us.

In fact, they don’t even realize we’re here.

Raph is too busy trying to perform a tonsillectomy on Leo using only his tongue. Or possibly the other way around.

Its hard to see from here.

Next to me Mikey’s mouth hangs open, and I’m suddenly terrified he’ll say something.

I reach over and clamp my hand over his beak and glare into his surprised eyes. Even wider than usual.

Maybe we all had big eyes like Mikey’s when we were young and untainted.

He takes the hint and is silent, sinking to his knees in confused shock as he watches our brothers as they press closer together, their beaks mimicking a human’s mouth as they press together and turn with each other, eyes closed and blissfully oblivious.

And the funny thing is, its not that Raph is putting the moves on my other brother that disturbs me. The fact that his incestuous need for someone beneath him isn’t what upsets me either.

And it certainly isn’t the fact that he’s kissing Leo, who’s barely been back for more than a week or two, when he’s been bedding me for months now and has never attempted something like that with me.

Oh no. Its Leo’s hand. Its not pressing into Raph’s thigh, leaving bruises like I’ve been getting from our aggressive brother for the past few months.

And its not doing anything risqué, like sneaking up into our sai wielding psycho’s shell.

Its just sitting there. With Raph’s bandana ties twined around his fingers. Leo’s hand, gripping the back of Raph’s neck and holding him there.

Raph is doing the same to him, but its obvious, this isn’t forced.

Raphael didn’t pin Leo to that catwalk, he didn’t use his brute force and weight to slam him against the wall, make him dizzy to throw him off balance. He didn’t have to gag him. Although it is hard to talk when playing tonsil hockey.

Leo’s wrists aren’t tied to the ends of the bo staff pressed against the back of his shell, shoulders wrenching every time Raph leans closer in, with all the force his heavy body can muster.

No, they just sit there. Enjoying themselves.

Did he think I’d run?

Did he think I’d reject him?

I release Mikey’s beak and walk off, my little brother practically clinging to me as we leave. He was done watching long before I was. I know he wants to say something. I know he wants to talk about it, gossip about it. He may even just be dying to ask me a question about it.

I slam my bo against a pipe we pass, making sure it will ring loud enough for Raph and Leo to hear. Despite their state of distraction.

The walk to the lair is awkward and silent. I can see Michelangelo out of the corner of my eye. His mouth keeps opening, like he’s ready to do it. To break the silence and possibly break me in the process.

He stays silent. For once.

I enter the lair like I’m on autopilot and head to my room. I close the door right as Mikey works up the courage to say something. I don’t care.

The slam of the door drowns it out anyway.

Why am I not happy? No more lovebites to try and hide. No more bruised thighs for no reason. No my rope burns.

No more pain. No more unearned aggression.

I guess no more Raph. Then again, who knows? After all, now I have confirmed all my theories. He was using me.

What’s to keep him from continuing it? If he comes tonight, what do I say to him?

I don’t want him to not come.

The thought of never feeling him again. The thought of never being noticed again.

I can’t even pretend I was just a replacement for Leo. I didn’t even make it that far on Raphael’s radar.

I’m stress relief.

The sound of my two brothers returning home and complaining to Mikey about the training exercise failing miserably is like a stone in my gut.

Leo doesn’t yell. He doesn’t ask where I am, or accuse me of running out in the middle of a training session.

And that night, Raph doesn’t come. Raph doesn’t want me.

I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t want me either.

Not with Leo around.

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

Maybe if Leo leaves again. There’s always a chance.

Or if Raph gets tired of him.

No. When Raph gets tired of him.

No. When Raph realizes how much better he had it.

That’s it. I haven’t seen the last of him. He’ll come back.

He always comes back.
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