His Black Book || @orangenunchakuturtle
Mikey was bored, and he hated to admit it. On top of all that was happening right now, Raph was out on the streets doing who-knows-what, and Master Splinter had disappeared off somewhere, saying that he would return later. Then again, maybe it wasn’t that he was bored so much as that… he didn’t know what to do right now. What did you do when your oldest brother suddenly turned on you and joined the ranks of the Foot?
He sighed and made his way down the hall, his hat and coat in hand. Woody had probably left out the pizza by now; he might as well get it before it got too cold.
"Don?" He peered into the small room, finding it empty. He probably went to do some nerd things in the main room, he supposed. Mikey pulled on his coat and was about to pass the doorway when something on Donnie’s bed caught his eye. Glancing to either side of him, he tiptoed into the bedroom and lifted the pillow.
The familiar mischievous smile crossed over his face for a moment as his gaze fell on the small book. So… Donnie-boy had a physical diary, and not one on his computer? His face fell as he thought of what could be inside. More specifically, what did the most recent dates reveal? His brother had been pretty quiet lately.
Jamming his hat into one of his pockets, he plopped down beside the bed and flipped through the pages to the latest entry. While he did enjoy the occasional ninja-snoop, this was a little different. At least, to him.
He hid the book again, silently mulling over the journal’s words as he went and leaned against the wall by Donnie’s desk.
"Hey, uh…" Mikey gave a small grin as he got his brother’s attention, "You wanna head over to Rupert’s with me and pick up the pizza from Woody?"
Donatello had just parked it at his computer when his younger brother called out to him. He blinked for a moment, the grin seemed almost forced and fake, but he couldn't be sure. Figuring it was better than sitting like a hermit, he nodded his head and stood back up once again.
Mikey's still pretty torn up that Woody doesn't want to be around him anymore. I wish I could do something that would help, but I just don't know how to.
The brown trench coat was quickly slung over his shoulders and fastened together, with the battered old hat sitting atop the turtle's head. He walked to the entrance of their home, looking over at his younger brother with a hint of guilt filling his heart. Nothing Donnie could do could cheer him up, and not knowing where to start was the most painful part of it all.
"Do you think it's just going to be the two of us eating again, Mikey?" Donatello asked, opening the door and gesturing for Michelangelo to pass by him. "Father and Raphael haven't been home in weeks. We could go visit April and Casey."
April has barely come down to see us, because she's been so preoccupied with Casey. I know it's not Casey's fault that he got stabbed, but I just wish April would come to see us for a change. Our family's falling deeper and deeper into a pit of despair I don't think we'll ever be able to pull out of.
Awkward tension washed into Donatello's bloodstream, and he struggled to suppress a shiver that followed. Talking with his family used to come so naturally, and now it was a chore to even managed the simplest conversation.
Was this ever going to change? Was the Hamato Family ever going to be whole again? Doubt was a constant factor of Donnie's everyday life now.
And the question Donnie tried to never ask himself soared to the front of his mind: If Leonardo was taken away so easily, were they ever whole in the first place?
