Donnie was glued to his computer. His fingers almost flying over his keyboard. "Come on... Give me something..." A note pad next to him was filled with scribbles that only made sense to him. He kept writing stuff, scratching off other stuff, typing away as if his life depended on it. Suddenly his phone rang. "Yes."

The voice on the other end spoke to Donnie in a non-stop ramble.

"Got it." Donnie typed something else on his search engine. "I see what you mean." The voice said, 'I'm sorry, Donatello.' Donnie sighed, "don't be." He then hung up the phone, rubbing his eyes with his fingers under his glasses. "Damn it... Now what...?"

A knock to his door made his head snap up. "Yo, Donnie, ya alive in there, bro?" It was Mikey, probably calling him for dinner.

Donnie stood up, grabbed his laptop and walked to the door. "I'm alive. Starving too..."

"Well come out then, dude. I got spaghetti and meatballs waiting for ya." Mikey pat Donnie's shell as they walked to the kitchen table.

"Leo's not back yet?" Donnie asked as he took a seat.

"Nah. But at least I ain't worrying no more since I know he's probably with Raphie-boy." Mikey slurped on his spaghetti. Don suddenly felt his appetite flail. Mikey noticed something was up. "What gives, kid? Seems to me ya didn't really take the guys' news too well, and don't think I didn't notice. I thought you were fine with Raph being gay, and you've always been pretty close to Leo, so why are you so peeved about this?"

"I'm not. I'm just..." Donnie's voice trailed off as he stirred his food. Mikey raised an eye ridge at him. "There's some stuff that needs sorting out. And we still don't know if Raph is returning abroad... This can turn into a complicated mess."

"Meh... They're both big boys. As far as I'm concerned they can take care of themselves." Mike kept eating.

"Yeah... Right..."

They heard a knock to their door, Mikey stood up to answer. "What happened, Leo? Did ya loose you're keys in the middle of your romantic escapade?" But when he opened the door, it wasn't Leonardo standing behind it, but a very serious looking Karai. "Well hello, beautiful..."

Karai glanced at them both. "Leonardo?"

"Nice to see you too, Karai. Long time..." Donnie looked up from the table and addressed the girl.

"Yeah, likewise. I'm looking for Leonardo. It's urgent."

Mikey looked at Don, the latter shook his head. "Sorry, girl, but Leo has been MIA since practice. Did you try his cell?" Mikey said as he stepped away from the door and back to his dinner, giving way to her in case she wanted to come in, but not really inviting her... Mikey had mixed feelings for Karai, the fact she was the first woman to coax him into having sex with her just to get closer to Leo, still had him pretty pissed at her.

"Yes, I did." She walked in and closed the door behind her. She immediately noticed Don sitting quietly on his chair, stirring his food. "Donatello..."

Donnie looked up at her while he chewed his food. His eyes were on fire, and she noticed it.

"I can take a message, if ya want..." Mikey slurped on his spaghetti as he addressed Karai.

"No. It's ok. I'll try again tomorrow... Sorry for intruding..." Karai walked back and gave a small bow. When she opened the door she was startled to see two turtles holding hands on the other side. "Leonardo...?"

Leo immediately let go of Raph's hand in a swat. "Karai. What are you doing here?" His blood went cold; he knew she saw them.

"I was looking for you. We need to talk." She stared at Raphael.

Raph stood in annoyance, his arms crossed tightly on his chest, standing tall and menacing. He didn't really care that Karai was a slim woman, his instinct taking over to protect what was his. He did not like it one bit that his lover shook him off at the sight of her.

"Bad timing, Karai." He walked pass her inside the apartment. "Really bad timing."

Karais blood boiled. Raphael's large figure was emanating a thick murderous intent, and she felt it loud and clear. She gave a click to her tongue. "Leonardo. This can't wait."

Leo took a deep breath. "Karai, whatever has gotten into you that has made you want to scrutinize my every move, needs to stop. Please, where is the friend I've come to cherish...?"

Karais face softened. Damn him for having such a hold on her, but then she looked at Raphael who had made his way into the apartment, leaning against a wall, arms crossed and eyes still glaring at her. She remembered why she was there. "Father is coming back tonight. His plane should be landing soon. I thought you should know... My friend." She looked at everyone momentarily before taking a deep bow and running out.

Leo's skin went completely cold.

"Woah, dude... Did you just shoo away the Princess of the Foot? Ya know this will most likely bring the wrath of the boss upon you, right?" Mikey couldn't help the grin that painted his face, regardless of his concern for his friend.

"I-I'll deal with that later." Leo made his way to the kitchen. Raphael walked after him, his eyes fixed on his brother. Donnie held his gaze unwaveringly.

Mikey stared between the three turtles, feeling the tension in the air. "My spidey senses are tingling..."

"Relax, ya Knuckelhead. No need to get all fidgety." Raph walked straight to Donatello. "Or is there, Donnie-Boy?"

Donnie's skin shivered, his eyes went back to his food.

"Don. I asked ya a question." Raph moved closer. Mikey gulped hard. Leo leaned back on the wall. Donnie still didn't respond.

Raph took a deep breath, trying his best to contain his anger. "Seems like big brother's words ain't working right now... Funny, they seemed ta be working fine when it was just Leo." Raph bared his teeth in a silent growl.

Don looked up without moving his head. "My words, are working just fine." Donnie slowly touched his laptop as he continued to hiss the words out. "I already said what I needed, to whom I needed." He stood up without turning his eyes away from his brother.

"Bullshit." Raph spatted.

"Like I give a damn what you say now." Don countered.

Mikey took a step forward to intercede, the situation making him extremely uncomfortable, but Leo steadily stopped him. Shaking his head, he pulled Mikey back a bit, his body language telling the youngest turtle that this situation needed to be solved amongst the brothers. Mikey gulped again, sweat rolling down his face.

"Like ya've ever given two shits what I think or feel... Guess some things never did change, huh big brother...?" The words stung Donatello, he would have much rather been slapped on the face.

"I do care, Raphael. You're my younger brother. It's my responsibility to-"

"If ya say what I know ya're about ta say, Donatello... I swear I will punch yer teeth in so far down that ya won't need a dentist but a god damn proctologist ta fix ya." Raphael clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned almost white.

Donnie took a step back, he straightened his posture, pushed back his glasses, and looked at his brother. "Why can't you just trust me in this one whiteout question?"

"Cause I ain't no puppet." Raph stood straighter, proud of his words.

"Hmm... Well at least one of you isn't," Donnie almost mumbled the words, but Leo heard them nice and clear.

"What...?" Raph turned to Leo.

Leo flinched, Donnie couldn't do that to him, he wouldn't... Right...?

Leonardo's eyes were wide open, his chin was trembling. Michelangelo was staring straight at him, his jaw starting to open. Donatello's chocolate brown eyes were sharp as blades. "Raph, don't make me do this..."

"Ya're really pissing me off, Donatello. Don't ya dare disrespect my mate."

Don looked at Leo, his eyes were a blazed, but they also showed pain. Leo shook his head lightly, mentally begging Don to stop. "Did you tell him? About Shredder and your agreement?" Leonardo's mouth fell open. "Did you tell him what your relationship really is? Or how dangerous he is? Did you TELL him?" His words were sharper as he kept speaking. "Is this how you managed to become band leader? Is this how you managed to put your dad up in that Manhattan apartment?" Don kept his accusations coming. He then paused, breathing raggedly, he looked down, clenched his fists before looking back up straight at Leonardo. "Did you tell him how you were going to hand him over to your Master?"

"Hand me over...?" Raph looked over at his lover, noticing Leo's pale complexion and the beads of sweat rolling down his face.

"He is Oroku Saki's personal little geisha" Donatello finally spat out. "And he was going to entangle you in that sweet mess to save his own skin." Don growled the words. His voice was laced not only with anger but with a deep pain; deception would be the right word.

"N-no! It's not like that!" Leo stammered.

Raphael's expression went blank. "Yer lying."

"Am I lying, Leo?" Don turned to the forest green turtle. Leonardo opened his mouth to speak, but words never came out.

Raphael shook his head as if trying to rid his mind of a nightmare, but Leo's expression was burnt into his brain. The answer was clear; he had been deceived. He hurriedly turned to leave, his movement snapping Leonardo out of his trance.

"Raph, you have to believe me! It might have started like that, but I really do-" a loud smack resonated through the room. Leo's head twisted ferociously to the side, his whole upper body going with it. In front of him was a heavy panting Raphael.

"Shut up." Raph was shaking.

Leo wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand and looked back at Raph, taking a deep breath he tried again. "Raphie, please! You have to hear me out!"

"Don't fucking call me that."

"Please! Let me explain!"

Donatello sat back down, his arms crossed. His legs were shaking badly under him. He couldn't help but feel bad for his former friend, but he was also hurt, and concerned for the safety of his brother.

"I-I need air." Raph stormed for the door, Leo tried to reach for his arm but Raphael pushed him back with all his strength, sending Leo crashing onto a glass coffee table, making him cut his arm as it shattered on impact. Raphael's heart ached; he wanted nothing more than to go aid his love... But he was too hurt himself, the bitter taste of betrayal too fresh in his mouth. He gave Don a pained look, and with no more words left the apartment in a fast run.

Mikey ran to Leo, helping him to stand. "Bro..." Leo shook his head and quickly made his way to the door.

"I wouldn't go after him, if I were you." Donatello hissed.

"It's not like that, Donatello. I love Raphael, I love him more than anything."

"Sure you do, dude. I believe you." Mikey looked at Donatello with sadness in his blue eyes. "Let's get you to a hospital, you need stitches on that arm... Then I'll help ya find that hothead so ya can settle things... 'Kay?"

"No." Leo stood forcefully, yanking his arm away from Mikey. He ran out the door yelling for Raph.

Raphael started to run. He ran aimlessly, just wanting to put as much distance between them as he could. Donnie's words kept ringing in his head, every time he heard them his heart would ache. 'He lied,' his head started to spin. 'He didn't love me.' His breath was shallow. 'He was using me.' The moments he spent with Leo repeating themselves in his memory. 'He was faking it all.' Every time he took a breath his chest started to burn. 'He NEVER loved me...' Raphael's head kept spinning, he heard cars honking at him, brakes screeching, he even felt something hit him hard on the side of his shell, but he could not be stopped, he needed to run.

"What the shell, Don!?" Mikey slammed his hands on the table in front of Donnie. "I'm not sure of what's going on, but what you did was fucked up, dude! You don't spring shit like that onto someone!" He was bellowing at him.

"He needed to know." Don rubbed between his eyes with his fingers trying to chase a coming migrane away. "As soon as I confirmed the information I knew I had to tell Raph."

"And ya couldn't be more subtle about it!?"

"Subtle!?" Don stood so hard the chair behind him fell to the floor. "Explain to me, oh great champion of tactfulness, how could I have been subtle about something like this!!"

Mikey rolled his eyes at Don, his jaw muscles tensing up. "You just crushed everything inside of them, Don. A little compassion would have done ya good."

Donatello's breaths became even more ragged, he clenched his fists, rising his hands from under he table, flipping it over, laptop, food and everything. Mikey stared at him, his eyes open like saucers. Don took a few shallow breaths before walking towards the door and letting himself out. Mikey sadly began to pick up the mess left behind, hoping this was all just a bad dream that would soon pass.