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Chapter Two- 3 days before capture
Raphael had no idea how he'd ended up in Donatello's lab after training, but somehow his sleep-deprived brain had decided to head straight there before his brainiac brother had even returned. Upon realizing he wasn't in his own room he turned to leave and nearly bumped into the tallest turtle.
"Hey Raph, is everything okay?"
"Peachy. Why?" Raphael's eyes narrowed, Donatello had an annoying knack for sensing when something was up. "D'ya want there ta be something wrong?" His tone was accusatory, and Donatello raised both hands, palms outward in a gesture of surrender.
"Relax Raph, just a question." He searched Raphael's face for any clues as to his sudden appearance in the lab he'd been avoiding for the past week.
"Yeah right," Raphael rolled his eyes. "Ya always gotta have an answer for everythin'."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Donatello knew he was treading on thin ice, Raphael's temper bordered on psychotic lately, but he wasn't about to tell his brother so.
"Yer tryin' too hard," the red-masked teen said simply, subconsciously hating himself more with every word he spat out but unable to stop the deluge.
"Ya screw up in trainin' so ya like ta suck up ta everyone else an' play Mr. Fix-It since you can't fix yerself. Maybe if ya stopped wasting your time thinkin and spent some time doin you wouldn't need Leo or me to cover your sorry ass in battle!"
Donatello inhaled sharply as Raphael's words touched on his recent worries. He had been performing poorly in training lately, but it was due to late nights spent researching insomnia and panic attacks- both ailments that had been attributed to his immediate younger brother.
"You know that's not true Raph," he said, keeping his voice steady. "And I'd like to see you try to do half of what I have to and not stay up late. It might affect me in training but I can still fight just as well as you."
Raphael laughed, the sound short and bitter, "Keep tellin' yerself that. My right wrist says othawise."
Donatello's own sleep deprivation started coming into play, along with a need to gloss over the remaining guilt pertaining to Raphael's wrist. He knew he was pushing Raphael too far but he forged on ahead anyway, determined to save face. "What I do isn't a waste of time Raph. Try patching everyone else up before yourself when you get back from patrols. Making sure security is consistently up and running, putting the lair back together after your temper tantrums. At least I contribute-"
Raphael snorted, "Ya act like we make ya do this shit. D'you ever hear us askin?"
Choosing to ignore the comment, Donatello rolled his eyes, "Anyway, if thinking is so useless then explain to me why Splinter is always reminding you to do it."
He knew he'd gone too far before the thought had completely formed, but shoved his intuition aside and voiced it aloud. The next thing he knew was pain exploding across the side of his face and the back of his head as it smacked against the wall.
"At least I can stand up fer myself," Raphael hissed, "We're ninja, not losers who waste their time kissin ass."
Donatello blinked hard, eyes still smarting from the force of the blow, and watched Raphael storm from the lab.
He flew across the room to lock the door, sliding down to sit on the floor. "Ow." He muttered finally. The coppery taste of blood invaded his mouth, the pulsating pain in his cheek meant it was definitely going to leave a sizable bruise, and there was undeniably a headache in his future.
That went well.
But this was a new one, Raphael had never intentionally hit him before. Sure they wrestled occasionally, but he'd never hit him out of pure spite like this. Things were spiraling out of control fast- he had to find out what was wrong. His siblings just didn't have the resources to help him in the search. Sometimes he resented his position as family medic. "I can't fix everything!" He muttered to the empty lab, clenching his fists as he bowed his head in frustration.
I'm so tired…
TBC

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Chapter Two- 3 days before capture
Raphael had no idea how he'd ended up in Donatello's lab after training, but somehow his sleep-deprived brain had decided to head straight there before his brainiac brother had even returned. Upon realizing he wasn't in his own room he turned to leave and nearly bumped into the tallest turtle.
"Hey Raph, is everything okay?"
"Peachy. Why?" Raphael's eyes narrowed, Donatello had an annoying knack for sensing when something was up. "D'ya want there ta be something wrong?" His tone was accusatory, and Donatello raised both hands, palms outward in a gesture of surrender.
"Relax Raph, just a question." He searched Raphael's face for any clues as to his sudden appearance in the lab he'd been avoiding for the past week.
"Yeah right," Raphael rolled his eyes. "Ya always gotta have an answer for everythin'."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Donatello knew he was treading on thin ice, Raphael's temper bordered on psychotic lately, but he wasn't about to tell his brother so.
"Yer tryin' too hard," the red-masked teen said simply, subconsciously hating himself more with every word he spat out but unable to stop the deluge.
"Ya screw up in trainin' so ya like ta suck up ta everyone else an' play Mr. Fix-It since you can't fix yerself. Maybe if ya stopped wasting your time thinkin and spent some time doin you wouldn't need Leo or me to cover your sorry ass in battle!"
Donatello inhaled sharply as Raphael's words touched on his recent worries. He had been performing poorly in training lately, but it was due to late nights spent researching insomnia and panic attacks- both ailments that had been attributed to his immediate younger brother.
"You know that's not true Raph," he said, keeping his voice steady. "And I'd like to see you try to do half of what I have to and not stay up late. It might affect me in training but I can still fight just as well as you."
Raphael laughed, the sound short and bitter, "Keep tellin' yerself that. My right wrist says othawise."
Donatello's own sleep deprivation started coming into play, along with a need to gloss over the remaining guilt pertaining to Raphael's wrist. He knew he was pushing Raphael too far but he forged on ahead anyway, determined to save face. "What I do isn't a waste of time Raph. Try patching everyone else up before yourself when you get back from patrols. Making sure security is consistently up and running, putting the lair back together after your temper tantrums. At least I contribute-"
Raphael snorted, "Ya act like we make ya do this shit. D'you ever hear us askin?"
Choosing to ignore the comment, Donatello rolled his eyes, "Anyway, if thinking is so useless then explain to me why Splinter is always reminding you to do it."
He knew he'd gone too far before the thought had completely formed, but shoved his intuition aside and voiced it aloud. The next thing he knew was pain exploding across the side of his face and the back of his head as it smacked against the wall.
"At least I can stand up fer myself," Raphael hissed, "We're ninja, not losers who waste their time kissin ass."
Donatello blinked hard, eyes still smarting from the force of the blow, and watched Raphael storm from the lab.
He flew across the room to lock the door, sliding down to sit on the floor. "Ow." He muttered finally. The coppery taste of blood invaded his mouth, the pulsating pain in his cheek meant it was definitely going to leave a sizable bruise, and there was undeniably a headache in his future.
That went well.
But this was a new one, Raphael had never intentionally hit him before. Sure they wrestled occasionally, but he'd never hit him out of pure spite like this. Things were spiraling out of control fast- he had to find out what was wrong. His siblings just didn't have the resources to help him in the search. Sometimes he resented his position as family medic. "I can't fix everything!" He muttered to the empty lab, clenching his fists as he bowed his head in frustration.
I'm so tired…
TBC