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aloneindarknes7Title: The Tale of Michael's Tail
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: LeonMichael
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Fast Forward)
Rating: R because of crazy sh*t that Donald did
Word Count: 2,447
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Takes place a while after A Trip Through the Park but can act as a solo.
It seemed like an ordinary day. Well, as ordinary as a day could be when you were a clone of a teenaged mutant ninja turtle.
Rafieo was off brooding in his room, Donald had been stowing himself in his room ever since they returned from being defeated by their originals once again, which meant he’d be coming out soon for food. And then Leon was in his room probably reading up about the plant gift he’d received from those originals or jacking off thinking about all the wonderful time he got to spend during his little two week vacation from their shitty life.
Not that Michael was bitter about it or anything. He wasn’t jealous of a plant just because it was getting all of Leon’s attention. Why would he care about Leon’s attention? He didn’t. Just because Leon was the only one who remotely cared about him; that didn’t matter at all. Apparently their equal confessions of feelings for one another didn’t matter either. Leon hadn’t brought it up since their trip through the park.
But Michael was glad Leon didn’t bring up their relationship. Their relationship was now in null by his decision.
While Leon was with those originals for the last fifteen days, Michael had spent four of those days strapped to Donald’s lab table without any breaks. But he didn’t care that Leon didn’t care about that. He didn’t care at all. And he especially didn’t care that Donald had just walked out of his room. He was just flinching for fun; all the cool kids were doing it nowadays.
Donald looked over at Michael and smirked cruelly as he watched the fear creep into Michael’s eyes. “No smart ass comments for me? You seemed to be filled with them last week.” Donald had a smug tone in his voice as he walked into the connected kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
“I’m, uh,” Michael wanted to retreat from Donald but he had nowhere to go. Dunn had claimed his room for himself ever since they had rescued him. Michael was still bitter about that but no one cared. He seemed to notice a pattern. He had spent a week sharing Rafieo’s room before he had apparently offended him and got kicked out. Luckily, Leon had left to try his plan of infiltrating the originals’ home. Michael had slept in Leon’s room. But Leon was back now and Michael couldn’t escape from Donald’s presence.
“Bathroom,” Michael quickly jumped up from the couch and ran to the safety of the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He exhaled slowly and leaned against the door, relaxing greatly. He caught a glance of his reflection in the wide mirror that hung over their sink and frowned.
He stood in front of the mirror, his shell facing the mirror. Michael looked over his shoulder at his reflection and frowned. It was really gone. There was no longer his little yellow tail that wiggled when Leon was paying attention to him. He couldn’t bend down and have his tail raise to lift the cloth he wore around his lower plastron up and catch Leon turning his head to get a better look at his rump during stretches. He would never experience Leon fondling his tail to make him gasp and moan in pleasure.
Michael’s tail was gone. Only a dark, hideous scab remained.
Michael whimpered as he touched the sensitive scab and quickly moved his hand away from it. He leaned his head against the wall and tried to not remember the horror he had lived for four days as Donald hovered over him. He tried to not imagine that his tail was now being dissected by Donald for some reason or another. He tried not to cry but that didn’t work.
Michael slowly slid against the wall until he settled on his knees and buckled over himself. He sobbed quietly and hugged himself, trying to find some sort of comfort in his situation.
His room had been taken, and with that his solitude. He had lost his gained friendship with his brother only to have another enemy living in his home. Then he had lost his heart to someone who had tossed it quickly without a backward glance. He had even lost his tail to his brother who had always seen him as useless.
Michael’s body began to shake with sobs as he tried to muffle them behind his closed mouth. He knew that he would start screaming out his pain if he didn’t control himself and the last thing he needed was to inform everyone of how weak he was. To be caught crying in the bathroom would mean something even worse for him; showing such weakness wasn’t acceptable.
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He had apparently fallen asleep on the bathroom floor because he was suddenly jolted awake by a pounding on the door. “I’m gonna break this door down.” Rafieo growled from the other side of the wooden door as he continued to bang his fist against it.
Michael moaned as he stood, feeling stiff from sleeping in such an odd position. He wished that they didn’t have shells so he could actually crack his back and loosen the muscles. “Patience is a virtue.” He mumbled as he opened the door. He lowered his eyes and walked past his brother.
At least, he tried to but one of Rafieo’s large hands gripped his arm. “Hey, you look awful.” Michael frowned. “Were you throwing up in there?” Rafieo asked.
“I’m fine,” Michael shook off the grip and then headed for the main room. He sighed as he flopped down onto the couch. He closed his eyes and fell back to sleep.
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Michael was awoken again. That time it was someone shaking him. “What?” Michael growled as he snapped his eyes open. Leon stopped shaking him only to continue to stare down at him, frowning. Michael glared. “What do you want?”
“Were you sleeping out here?” Leon asked.
“I was trying to until some asshole woke me up.” Michael growled as he stood up, rubbing his head. “Can’t a turtle get some sleep around here?” He felt a headache coming on and hoped that it could be nicked in the butt by hydrating.
“Why are you sleeping on the couch?” Leon followed Michael as he headed into the kitchen area.
“Because the lard butt took my room and Rafieo hates me beyond content now.” Michael shrugged as he grabbed a bottle of water out of their fridge. “So I’m room less and camping out in front of the television. Unless that’s a crime now,” he snarled.
Leon frowned. “Michael, why didn’t you tell me?” He cleared his throat and smiled. “You can sleep in my room, with me.” He offered.
Michael chugged half of the water before answering, “Thanks, but no thanks.” Michael avoided Leon’s gaze as he walked around him and headed back to the couch. He sat down slowly and grabbed the remote.
Leon rubbed at his arm as he sighed. He was well aware of how he had messed up. “Michael,” he sat down next to him. “Can we talk?” He asked, placing his hand on Michael’s knee. “In my room, privately, please?”
“So our originals taught you manners, huh? Did they teach you how to sit and beg too?” Michael snapped, moving his leg away from Leon’s touch.
“I know I really messed up, Michael, with us, not the mission.” Leon started. “And if you want me to beg for forgiveness, then I will.” Leon dared to move forward and nuzzle at Michael’s neck. “I just want a second chance and I’ll beg until I’m blue in the face.” Leon smirked at the joke, hoping to get some sort of reaction from Michael.
Michael stood and faced away from Leon. “No, no second chances.” Michael’s voice was quivering.
Leon frowned and studied the back of Michael. He looked at the makeshift belt wrapped around his waist and the two dangling bits of the dark orange fabric flowing down from the back. Then he looked and continued to look until his face scrunched up with confusion.
“Michael,” Leon licked at his suddenly dry mouth. “What happened to your tail?”
Michael’s shoulders shook. “Why do you care?” Michael brought a hand up to cover his mouth as he failed to hold a sob in.
Leon stood from the couch and quickly went to Michael. But Michael pulled away before he could be embraced. He ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
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“Michael,” Leon knocked on the bathroom door later. “Please open the door, Michael. We need to talk.”
“About what, the weather? ‘Cause I’m afraid that I’m a bit behind on sports right now.” Michael yelled through the door as he sat on the lid of the toilet with his hands covering his face.
“I was thinking more along the lines of how you are, what you did while I was gone, if you got a new boyfriend, if Donald chopped off your tail. You know, small talk.” Leon frowned as he leaned against the door, trying to hear something.
“I think I’m good here.” Michael lied.
Leon nodded. “Okay,” he took out his double bladed sword and pried it against the door hinge. He moved his sword back and forth until the door hinged squealed in its death and popped loose. Leon pushed the door forward and the other hinge broke against the pressure.
Michael stared at Leon with wide eyes as he moved the door and covered the entryway with it. Leon sheathed his sword and clapped his hands together. “Then we’ll just talk in here.”
Michael’s face scrunched up. “I really don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Will you listen while I talk then?” Leon asked.
Sighing, Michael nodded. “It’s not like I could stop you since you just busted through a door to get to me.”
“And you should know that I’d do a lot more than just that to get to you.” Leon stated seriously. “I know that I freaked out about our relationship. I gave you mixed signals and--”
“Mixed signals? You carried me home and let me cuddle you on the way. Then the next day you wouldn’t even look at me and when I tried to talk you blew me off by just saying that you can’t do something so ‘disgusting.’” Michael scowled. “I got your signal loud and clear.”
“I was talking about incest.” Leon defended. “Not you, I didn’t mean you, I simply meant--”
“A relationship with me was disgusting, not me in general. Thanks for clearing that all up.” Michael snorted.
“A relationship with you if we were brothers, but we’re not brothers,” Leon explained. “The originals told me that there’s no chance that they were really related by blood which makes us not related by blood or brought up as a family. It’s like we’re just four guys living together and if two of them date then its fine.” Leon smiled.
“You were really worried about incest?” Michael narrowed his eyes. “Why the shell would you worry about such a stupid thing? It’s not like either of us are going to have little inbred babies anytime soon so it doesn’t matter.”
“It mattered to me.” Leon shrugged. “But it doesn’t anymore. I realize I pushed you away without explanation and I’m sorry, Michael. You deserved better and I’d really like another chance with you.” Leon dropped down to his knees and pressed his palms together. “Does this look right to you? It’s the first time I’ve ever wanted something bad enough to beg for it.” He smiled as he earned a little chuckle from Michael.
“Yeah,” Michael nodded. “That looks just about right. But I think you need to be kissing my feet or something.” He wiggled his toes with another light chuckle.
“I’d rather not contract athlete’s foot on my beak.” Leon crinkled his face up in disgust. “I hope this can make up for it.” Leon shuffled forward on his knees and carefully cupped Michael’s face. Michael’s heart stopped for a moment as he was pulled forward a bit and then his beak connected with Leon’s. Michael closed his eyes and pressed closer as he reached a hand out to touch Leon’s arm. Leon pulled back carefully and ran his thumb over Michael’s cheekbone. “Does that work for you?”
“Yeah,” Michael lifted his other hand to touch his trembling lips. “I think that works out a lot better.”
Leon nodded with a sad smile. “I talked to Donald before I broke into here.” He murmured quietly. Michael’s eyes went wide and he dropped both hands back down to his sides. “He knew exactly why I was knocking on his door. He confirmed my suspicions right away. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you from him.”
“Like you could,” Michael frowned. “It’s not the first time I’ve been his lab experiment.”
“But it is your last. I made a deal with him and he’s not going to touch you anymore. Not now and not ever again.” Leon assured him.
“You made a deal with the devil?” Michael hissed. “I swear, Leon, if you promised to take my place I will smack you so hard--”
“I promised him that I wouldn’t interfere in anything he wants to do, aside from trying to hurt you. He can hack into whatever government he wants too. He can use all of our energy up so that we’re all stuck by candlelight. Donald has free reign of himself.” Leon explained. Michael frowned for a moment and Leon added, “I also promised him that I wouldn’t punch him square in the jaw for what he had done to you.”
Michael snorted. “So you released Donald onto the world in exchange for my safety?”
Leon shrugged. “It’s worth it if Donald actually keeps his word.” Michael nodded as his eyes lowered to the floor. There was the possibility that Donald wouldn’t keep his word and he’d be back in that lab, strapped to that table and—
“Michael,” Leon’s hand moved to his chin and slowly lifted it so Michael’s attention was back on Leon’s face. “I’ll always be here for you from now on. No more missions that take me away.” Leon released Michael’s face and wrapped his hands around his neck, pulling him off of the toilet seat and onto his lap as he held him close. “I promise you, Michael, I will always protect you from now on.”
Michael closed his eyes against a new set of tears and pressed his head against Leon’s shoulder as he gripped Leon back. “Thank you,” he whispered.
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Date: 2009-08-25 01:39 am (UTC)The other is cringing for the safety of the world. I don't think Bishop is gonna be having issues with Donald sooner or later...That both scares me and makes me happy. I don't know why...
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Date: 2009-08-25 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-25 02:02 am (UTC)Actually, knowing that makes that deal so much scarier...
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Date: 2009-08-25 02:06 am (UTC)*huggles* It's okay, just rest assured that Donald will get his due and Donnie will end up happy with LH to take care of him.
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Date: 2009-08-25 02:52 am (UTC)Yeah, Donald's just so not likeable in this 'verse.
Yay for love!~ Even if it is for a series with a giant jerk too.
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