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Glacier blues snapped open; a neon glow that pierced through the moonlit darkness. Breath shallow. Form still. Invisible as the ghost of the jungle he'd become.

Leonardo strained to hear anything out of the ordinary. He couldn't pinpoint what exactly had him on edge. There wasn't the usual snap of twigs that preceded traveling villagers. Nor the screeching hoots of monkeys that swung through the trees. It'd merely been a shift of energy within the jungle. So subtle. Simple. Dangerous.

His sixth sense had him on high alert. Warning him that there was an unwanted presence who lurked closer in his territory; intentional in its movements.

Unfurling his body from a meditative pose, thick fingers flipped the hood of a ragged cloak over his head. The action shrouded him further in the shadows as he took stock of his surroundings. He could already tell that it wasn't an animal stalking him. Leon was familiar with the local predators of the area. He'd tracked and fought both panthers and boars alike. They were smart enough to stay away by now.

This…this was something different altogether.

His head tilted automatically and his nostrils flared in a subtle sniff to scent the air. The sweet aroma of dirt and moisture filled his senses. Fruits. Vegetation. Night creatures. The electric thrum of an upcoming storm. Leaves fluttered around him as the wind shifted. There was nothing that would -

Adrenaline flooded his system. The skin at the back of his neck tightened in alarm. Age old survival instincts screamed at him. He needed to move. This wasn't a typical threat. It was hidden. Discreet enough to be overlooked if Leo hadn't been hyper aware.

It was hard to catch but easy enough to identify once he’d latched onto the unique waft of pheromones. It was obvious they’d intentionally worked to mask their scent. No trace of cologne or deodorant. Neutral shampoos and body soap had been used. Odor eliminator spray would account for the lack of natural aroma caused by sweat.

This person wanted to remain hidden. Undetectable. However, nothing was ever guaranteed when using those products. Everything had an identifiable marker to it. Even the material of clothing. One just had to be aware of the subtleties.

Leonardo had to admire them for their dedication. If it hadn't been done for the purpose of ambushing the mutant, then he might have indulged the curiosity that grew at the back of his mind.

Muscles bunched together to propel him from one branch to another. He was silent except for the flutter of his cloak. Fingers clamped over vines as his form cut across the jungle. Blood pumping. Oxygen flowing. He felt alive in more ways than one.

Nails dug into tree bark as he balanced himself along the treetops. He was camouflaged among the dark foliage until he dropped low to the ground. Leonardo knew his scent lingered, but humans tended to have a duller awareness than most.

There was a possibility this threat had keener senses, but it was a chance he had to take for now. Living in Brazil for over a year had given him an upper hand, and he used it now to mask his trail. 

He slowed as he got closer to his intended destination. Cloth covered feet deftly made their way through the rocky terrain. The roar of a waterfall greeted him as the moisture clung to his skin like an old friend.

Once he'd reached the base of the mountain his hands sought out familiar nooks and grooves. Nails dug into soft earth and muscles contracted reflexively as Leo climbed his way to a hidden cave.

The area was small and dark. It wasn't large enough to properly live in, but it'd proved to be a great hiding spot more than once. It would work for what he needed now as well. Leonardo settled into a simple lotus pose and waited.

It didn’t take long. His eyes flashed open, catching a sudden shift of shadow. Lithe. Swift and nimble. The person moved with a grace that mimicked his own as they leapt from one branch to another.

A ball of tension grew in the pit of his stomach. Lips thinned as suspicions were confirmed. Someone with skills and resources was hunting Leonardo.

He’d have to move carefully with this one. Typical scare tactics used on poachers or thieves wouldn't work. Evasion and deflection might buy him some time, but Leo couldn't be sure they would lose interest.

The village wouldn't even be a viable alternative. Leonardo wanted to avoid a physical confrontation, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be his choice. This was ninja - dark, lethal and far more deadly than a simple gun-for-hire.

Leo gracefully shifted into a crouch. The familiar weight of his katana against his shell calmed him. His lungs expanded and contracted in a steady rhythm. The beat of his heart a low drum of anticipation.

Gaze narrowed, his keen eyesight caught the sliver of reflected light. Slowly a form melted from the shadows. Every move they made was deliberate and precise. Warning bells went off in Leonardo's mind.

The foreigner froze, and Leo reflexively leaned further back into the darkness. They knew he was near; somehow just as aware of the mutant as Leonardo was of them.

A few seconds passed in silence. Allowing the  unease to grow. Leo strained his senses and tried to gauge whether or not others were nearby. The threat of a trap was all too common with someone who knew what they were looking for. Leo's heart slowed as he prepared himself for fight or flight.

Fists clenched as the human finally slipped fully into the light. Stormy eyes blinked curiously as the edge of a foot slid out from the brush. Thick legs and long arms followed suit. The eldest Hamato’s attention was riveted as the darkness gave way to a solid form. Despite all the tactical gear, it was clear that strength radiated from the lean figure. They held themselves confidently. With their weight balanced on the balls of their feet to allow quick movement.

A black mask obscured all facial features.

Leo was intrigued. The suit definitely mimicked the attire of ninja but the weapons strapped to their body were military. A few shinobi pieces were visible, but it was nothing like Leo would expect of any known clan.

Leonardo counted three holsters. One by each hip and another strapped around their right thigh. The 45 caliber pistols were lethal enough to bruise Leonardo but wouldn't cause any real damage.

The M76 hand grenades were a different story. They had enough power and steel fragments to draw blood. It would take a few days - even weeks - to recover from an incident like that.

The belt and cargo pockets likely stored a variety of blades and survival gear. A combat knife and a few kanai were also visible across their chest. Leonardo wouldn't be surprised if there were a few shuriken hidden throughout as well. Not if the scabbard strapped to their broad back was any indication.

That, if anything, posed the most threat. The discipline and temperament required to handle katana was no small feat. Add to that any true skill, and Leonardo sensed he may have a decently matched opponent on his hands. 

More unease swept through him. They'd tracked him like an animal and were armed to the teeth with weapons. He wouldn't be able to hide until they gave up and left. People like this were stubborn. Besides, not dealing with them would lead to bigger problems. The village would be affected, not to mention the surrounding wildlife.

Leo grimaced at the thought but he knew what he had to do. 

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Moisture was thick in the air. Rivulets of water had started to pool in the crevices of Snake’s suit. It sloped over bulging muscle and traced the natural lines of his body. Lungs expanded to take in whatever oxygen remained in the choking heat. The atmosphere only getting thicker and heavy as the evening grew longer.

The area he'd been led to looked innocent. Calm and serene and with moonlight that reflected off the water. An utopia in its own right.

Snake-Eyes knew better though. He could sense the eyes watching.

Curiosity filled him. Very rarely did someone ever detect him so easily when he was in stealth mode. The fact that his target knew he was being followed was a surprise. Snake hadn’t gotten within a quarter of a mile of the target before being made. That hadn’t happened since he'd been a young boy.

Snake had been briefed on the target. A foreigner who secluded themselves in the rainforest of Brazil. There were a dozen witness accounts. Erratic descriptions. Harried encounters. No concrete information and nothing to actually rely on.

Some said he was a spirit that presided over the villages. A being that cursed thieves and cartel overlords. Others swore he was an angel who watched over the homes of innocents. Who left baskets of food and supplies for those in need. Many were adamant it was a demon who terrorized the souls of sinners, before dragging them off to the gates of hell.

Snake didn't believe any of the stories. The imaginations of people tended to exaggerate the truth. Monsters and Angels. He’d seen both. Taken down one. Loved another. In the end, they’d both bled. They were only as mythical as what people made them out to be. Not truly invincible. Not a deity or a living tale. Never untouchable and immortal.

He couldn't deny that the Phantom was skilled. To survive in such a dense environment spoke of discipline and intelligence. The mission had gotten more complicated than he'd initially assumed.

His focus was being tested. Tricks he hadn't used in years suddenly came into play. He’d almost believed it was a spirit. Evidence of their presence was almost nonexistent. They'd swung over shallow pools of water. Even scaled towering trees and rocky terrain in an attempt to throw him off their trail.

The ninja would be lying if he said he wasn’t somewhat fascinated. No one had been able to challenge him in so long. It was refreshing. Stimulating and also a bit annoying. His team was waiting for his signal. He could feel their anxiousness through the silence of his comm. Snake’s retrieval missions typically went quicker than this.

Hawk wouldn't be patient for much longer.

The ninja had yet to fail a mission though, and he wasn't going to let this one be his first.

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Leonardo slipped a dagger inside his mouth and carefully wedged it along the flat of canine and molar. Pressure from his jaw kept the hidden weapon secure. Useful but risky. Easy access to the weapon had saved his life before, but a single mistake could lead to a chunk of his tongue or cheek gouged out. Leon grimaced at the thought. Donnie would kill him if he knew about it, while the others would taunt him for such a rookie mistake.

He shook the thought away and settled back into a crouch. The black clad individual had paused to type at something on his wrist. Looked like they were communicating with unknown threats. If the tech was half as good as Donatello's, then Leo didn't have much time.

Tendons strained in anticipation. Breathe was evenly expelled. Adrenaline pumped through the turtle’s veins as his senses heightened. The warrior within craved the exhilaration of a fight. To execute and overpower.

He wondered if this was how Raphael felt before a mission. The anticipation and adrenaline acting as an addictive high. A sharp grin tore across his beak. His brother would have loved this. His voice a low rumble as he egged the leader into action. A constant reminder that he couldn't change the world just by sitting still.

A green hand clamped over the pendant that hung around his neck. He’d made a promise to his brothers. One he intended to keep. No one would just walk into his territory and threaten that promise. Threaten him. His family; everything he'd ever held dear.

Lips thinned in determination, Leonardo burst forward without a second thought. Strength radiated from his body as he shot through the torrent of water. The sharp sting of liquid did nothing to distract him from the person who stood on the river bank; a dark silhouette in the night.

Leon was focused - determined - a shadow of his own making. The young ninja’s abdomen tightened as his body curled into a somersault. Legs tucked in close. Arms outstretched for balance. Perfect form.

A shower of water speared the air as he landed with a sharp splash. Feet sliced through the river’s surface. He was a towering form that belied a cursed monster.

The intruder easily fell into a prepared stance. Both guns drawn and safeties thumbed off. The game of chase had just ended. Now if was time to have a little fun.  

With a single exhale Leonardo spurred into action. Bullets rained down around him as he spun closer. The whistle of his katana slicing through the air was a familiar comfort as he dodged and parried. 

Leo focused on every little detail. The soft breeze of the wind. The salt laden air. The splash of casings that fell into the shallow end of the pool. A quick nick to the arm did nothing to slow him down. Barely a bruise would be left behind in a few hours.

Despite the parade of gunfire aimed his way, Leonardo remained calm and measured. He gave a quick lunge to the left before pivoting on his heel at the last minute and swinging his body counterclockwise.

Within the next second his right leg was extended in a fast sweep parallel to the ground; working to throw the other off balance. The ninja was faster though. Their feet barely brushed against Leo's torso as they threw themselves into a backflip. Another click of a gun was heard, but it rang flat.

The gun's cartridge was empty.

Leo didn't falter. Hesitation was dangerous; a death sentence in it's own right. He leaned into a handstand and executed a split kick up that had the ninja dodging. They weaved fluidly around his next scissor kick before Leo spun away and twisted his body back upright.

They were engaged in a deadly dance that was both graceful and precise. Both seemed to be equal in skill and one wrong move on either side would be their downfall. They paused; reassessing the other. Their laboured breaths getting lost in the roar of the waterfall.

The dark ninja stood tense - his gloved fingers suddenly flicking in a beckoning motion. His gaze narrowed at the obvious taunt. Leonardo was more than glad to accept the challenge.

They came at each other once again. Blows were performed in quick succession but none hit their mark. The dark shadow weaved around Leo's fists with ease. Their muscles rippling from exertion with each block. It was impressive considering the strength of the mutant. Even holding back, Leonardo was a force to be reckoned with.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh mimicked the cadence of Leo's heartbeat. Pounding in tune with harsh breaths and almost-there grunts. It was a familiar song that he'd missed after being so far from home. 

Leo didn't let the familiarity distract him though and made sure to keep close to the shadows. He needed to limit visibility of his full features. The turtle wasn’t ready to reveal the entirety of himself just yet. He needed more answers first.

Something about this stranger almost seemed familiar. Their techniques and form niggling something at the back of his mind. Adding more unease to settle in the pit of his stomach.

With a growl he advanced on his opponent with a bit more force. It was a cacophony of blurred movement and organized chaos. Each evenly matched in focus and speed. However, Leonardo had strength on his side. He had knowledge of this jungle; tricks that his own siblings weren't aware of.

Most importantly - he was a fucking mutant ninja turtle.

Leonardo vaulted toward the treeline. The stranger jerked his head in surprise and tried to follow the movement. It was futile. Within seconds Leon was nothing but darkness. Merely a glimpse of someone’s imagination, anchored in reality for a single moment.

There was a rare breath of stillness as neither moved. The jungle the only witness to this moment of drawn out anticipation. The leaves stilled even as the water continued to roar. 

The whistle of a flying weapon shattered the moment.

Throwing stars flew out from the branches - sharp and deadly - one right after the other. It forced the masked ninja to move deeper into the water.

A katana being unsheathed sang its foreboding tune like a gentle caress against Leon's throat. It made the turtle's heart race. The climax of their confrontation was only just beginning. With a casual flick of the wrist, Leo let loose another throwing star.

The masked figure shifted back to avoid the hit and stumbled slightly over a smooth pebble. They corrected themselves quickly, but it was all the turtle needed. With a speed unknown to humans, Leonardo threw himself back into the fray and pressed his advantage. 

Leo was all smooth lines and fluid movement as he executed a series of hits that targeted sensitive nerves. The soft planes of neck and shoulder easily relaxed under his ministrations. 

The masked figure slipped a knife along Leo's forearm in retaliation - parting flesh and drawing blood. A hiss escaped his mouth in annoyance. It was nothing that would stop him though.

A roundhouse kick to the chest easily sent the man deeper into the river. A single breath in and Leonardo suddenly understood. A quick lick along the wound confirmed it. The knife had been laced. The poison was going to quickly make its way through his veins. Especially with his currently elevated heart rate. Clever ninja.

Leo knew his immune system would eventually flood out the toxins. The real danger would be the moment he passed out as his body healed itself. Once he was unconscious, he’d be at the mercy of his opponent.

Panic fought to take control but Leo knew it would only make things worse. He needed to stay calm if he wanted any chance to survive.

Woozy, he stumbled once. The earth spun for a moment. Images blurred. Senses dulled. Anger flared as he spied a dark shadow rising from the water.

A low growl escaped Leo's lips as his knees gave out and crashed into the river. The hood of his cloak flung back from the movement as his breaths wavered. Time slowed while the stranger edged closer. The hitch of the other's breath was the only indication of their surprise at Leo's true nature.

The eldest Hamato bared his teeth in displeasure while his mind screamed at his body to move. His current position made him vulnerable. The poison had run through his body faster than any other toxin. Nerves burned like fire and despair began to thread it's way across his chest. A sense of cold washed over him as gravity gently pushed him into the cradling embrace of the ground. His hands fumbled across the river rock while his arms shook. A slow blink was all he managed as he expelled one more shallow breath.

There was a splash of movement as the ninja got bolder. Survival instincts screamed at Leonardo. He couldn't give up now - even as his body seemed to succumb to the drug. He clenched his jaw and forced his body to move.

Leo more firmly braced himself against the riverbed and rocked his weight forward. Muscles contracted in pain as he swung his lower body in a tight arc up and past his head like an exaggerated tumble. He pushed past the pain it caused and rammed his left heel into the shoulder of his attacker.

The other fell to his knees while Leo managed a swaying stand. The turtle wasted no time in drawing his katana. He'd earned himself some answers. 

Barely a step closer and Leonardo clocked a new sound. He brought his blade up in a tight arc. Just in time to block a bullet from behind.  Narrowing his gaze, Leo snarled at the newest addition. With flaming red hair and a grim expression, the angel of death descended upon him.

She fired continuously and he worked to block her every shot. With his body fighting the venom, it took a lot more willpower and strength than he had to spare. The other ninja took advantage and began throwing more laced blades at Leon's back - forcing the mutant to split his attention between the two. Leo's weakened state caused him to tremble. A few knives slipped past and embedded themselves across his right thigh and up his bicep. His blood felt like it was at a bubbling boil. 

Shifting his grip, he swung his katana in a continuous fan to relieve the strain taking a toll on him. His vision had started to blur and he fought to remain conscious. Determination and stubbornness was acting like a crutch keeping him upright.

One last shot rang true before the click of an empty barrel followed suit. It was a sound Leo knew he shouldn't take any comfort in.

The mutant backed himself against the cliff face and kept both strangers in his line of sight. His breath was laboured and his hands shook. Still Leo stood his ground.

The woman raised an impressed brow and threw a glance at the figure he’d just been fighting. They merely signed a quick assurance and Leo's suspicion as well as curiosity rose.

“You're good.” She commented as she holstered her weapon and grabbed another.

Leonardo gave her a glare in response. His katana fanned out before him in preparation. She checked her sight lines before commenting further. 

“Which means you're a threat we can't have right now.”

Leo sensed them before she even gave the signal. Another person hidden in the bush. Another threat he'd need to account for. His blood continued to burn as his muscles began to cramp. At this rate, Leonardo wouldn't be fast enough to dodge or deflect.

He grimaced as the sharp jab of three more darts pierced his neck. Case and point. 

The sound of water roared in his ears. An even greater weight suddenly dragged at his muscles. For years Leo had slowly made his body immune to poisons and anesthetics of all kinds.

But this was something new. It'd compromised his body far more easily than traditional concoctions. Whatever they used, forced his body to shut down and allow the proverbial curtain to be drawn over his consciousness. He wouldn't be able to fight his way out of this situation. Not on his own. 

His gaze drifted back to the woman, and Leo gave her a calm look. Her body remained tense - twin batons held in a relaxed grip. Her own suit remained indistinct. High grade but no visible mark of her allegiance. Definitely not Foot. Still, she held herself in a way that denoted her experience. 

Leonardo knew his options for escape were little to none. He might have been able to outrun the dark ninja, but this newest member was fresh with an energy he no longer had.

Plus it was evident she had backup. He would be caught within moments. He growled lowly in annoyance. The noise jumbled as his tongue grew heavy. Leo faintly registered his limbs shaking minutely; a silent plea from his body to succumb and finally rest. The rhythm of his heart thundered in his ears.

Leo's mind screamed for reprieve from the pain and overwhelming exhaustion flooding his system. Slowly, he sheathed his weapons. His fight was over - for now.

Her gaze narrowed in suspicion at his actions. The world spun once more and he gave a slow blink. Leonardo licked his lips before his eyes flashed open in final defiance. His gaze pierced her own - a promise swimming in their depths.

“When I wake up…”

Leo's voice came out as no more than a hoarse whisper. He held back a smirk as her eyes widened in shock. Leon had remained silent until now. After all, monsters weren't known for their ability to speak.

“You better run…”

It was the only warning he would give her.

If they didn't kill him, then he would make sure that they wished they had. He flashed a smile full of teeth as his eyes finally slid closed. 

The turtle's body finally slumped forward. Blood trickled into the water as his breathing slowed.

The darkness surrounded him in its icy embrace and then there was nothing.

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Awareness was swift and brutal. An overload of information was received and processed within seconds. Leonardo was alive but in unfamiliar territory. His arms bound and cloak taken. The scent of antiseptic was thick in the air. It was a stark contrast to the humid scent of Brazil and made the back of his throat burn as his stomach clenched.    

The same unease from earlier crawled over his skin. Sharp and intense. A quick glance around the room explained why. Five feet away stood his opponent from earlier. Leonardo’s body tensed in alarm. His adrenaline spiked even as he worked to keep his breath even and purposeful.

They stared at each other in silence; each quietly sizing up one another.

Leonardo did his best to relax - trying to exude a sense of calm - even as his mind remained sharp and calculating. Thoughts whirled in an attempt to strategize an escape. He ran his tongue along his teeth and a sense of relief washed over him as he realized the knife had stayed firmly in his mouth.   

Slight movement brought his attention back to the man in the room. The dark ninja was getting closer. A single step forward and then another. Leonardo narrowed his gaze in warning. 

It was ignored.

A foot away and the stranger finally stopped. Leonardo watched as the other cocked his head with something like curiosity. He waited for the ninja to speak but there was only silence.

A single breath in.

Another breath out.

Irritation licked it's way up Leo's chest as his observer continued to quietly stare. What was the point? Leonard was large and green, same as two seconds ago. 

Another second ticked by before a gloved hand was raised. They moved slow and somewhat hesitant. A confused frown made its way across Leonardo’s face. Closer and closer the hand inched until their fingers unfurled, reaching. Understanding dawned on Leo.

He bared his teeth and growled. A rumble that started deep in his chest before invading what little space there was between them. It was a clear warning to back off and the black ninja was smart enough to freeze. Leo sensed that he'd caught the other off guard, and he flashed all his teeth for good measure.

Without a second thought, Leo clenched his muscles and jerked upward. The ropes strained against his skin - stark white against forest green - before they tore apart like paper. Leon was much stronger than his lithe frame suggested. 

Flipping upward, he slipped the knife out of his mouth and swept it in a wide arc. Instincts forced the dark figure to duck and roll away. In the blink of an eye, the silent intruder pulled out his own weapon; a higonokami. A simple pocket knife with delicate engravings along the handle. Leo twirled his own tanto in hand; body primed for another fight.

“Snake Eyes, stand down.”

They both froze at the intrusion; attention directed toward the entrance. It was the second foreigner from before. Leo remained still and silent as he weighed his options against the additional threat.

“The General wants to meet him.” She nodded at the dark figure; fingers flicking out in a shooing motion. 

Leonardo gave a silent snarl in protest. He wouldn't just sit here and be subjected to these people's will. He needed to escape. Leo's fingers curled into fists - body coiled tight. Her gaze snapped over to him as he shifted into a crouched stance.  

She remained cool and resolved. With her head cocked to the side, she gave him a brief once over. She didn't seem bothered by his appearance and he couldn't help but feel just a little intrigued. 

"I have no doubt that you could easily escape. It's not everyday someone makes Snake break a sweat." 

Leonardo held back a snort. 

"I think you you won't do that though. Instead, you'll sit tight and cooperate. That is, if you want April O'Neil to return to the states unharmed."  

His gaze widened slightly as his mind raced with the implication of her words.

She planted her hands on her hips and lifted a brow at him. 

"My advice? Behave and don't test me." 

Leonardo's anger renewed tenfold. Control and instincts screamed at him from both sides, but he knew that he had to remain calm. If they'd already tied April to him, then there was a chance they knew about his brothers. 

He could escape right now, but there was no guarantee he'd reach them in time. Leon didn't even have a reliable form of communication to warn his family of the danger. A sinking sensation of dread overcame him. 

Glancing at the dark figure opposite the room, Leo knew it wasn't an ideal decision, but it was the only one even remotely viable. He would stay. Listen. Obey. Paint the sky red if they asked him to. He'd play an obedient weapon. After all, he knew what an organization of  mobilized soldiers of this caliber were capable of.

“Tell me what you want.” 

Even with those words, they both knew that Leonardo would run as soon as he got the chance. Fire and ash would be the only thing to lie in his wake once he seized his moment. 

That was a promise.

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Leonardo had a stalker and it wasn't either of the body guards assigned to watch him. It'd been a few days since his capture. Once Leo had agreed to cooperate, in exchange for the assured safety of April, he'd been formally introduced to the team. 

Scarlett was the residential assassin, as well as the person currently in charge. Nothing was done without her approval. She was the second biggest threat to Leo and the very reason he was trapped. Even so, he couldn't help but dislike her the least of everyone. Perhaps it was the no nonsense attitude that he took to. Maybe it was the respect the team showed her. Either way, this did not make her safe from his entire wrath.  

Duke was ranked second in command. A bit of a cocky bastard, but he had a good head on his shoulders from what Leonardo could gather. Ripcord was the team pilot and Duke's right hand man. Full of smart remarks and a loyalty to his team that could be admired. Both were previous military boys by the way they walked and held themselves. Scarlett's mouth would twitch anytime he referred to them as the team's militia-jocks. 

Breaker was a genius in all areas regarding communications and cyber infiltration. The man was practically layered in gear beyond Leo's understanding. Wires and hard drives scattered about. The scene made a pang of nostalgia shoot through him and he didn't dare dig deeper into that. 

Heavy Duty was true to his name. Large and stocky - the man could rip a log in half with his bare hands. He was the one hidden in the bushes that first day. Leo continued to keep a wary eye on him. Still, he could respect a man who could shoulder his own weight. In the words of Scarlet, when things got tough, Heavy always came through. 

Heavy Duty was an intimidating guard but even he hadn't resorted to tailing the turtle's every exact move. Not like someone else had.

Leonardo turned to glare at the form sitting across the campfire. Unsurprisingly, their attention was already directed at the mutant. Pinpointed exactly where he was resting among the shallow alcove of trees. Even the men assigned to watch him right now weren't keeping that close of an eye on him. It wasn't as if he had the necessary tools to disarm the temporary collar Breaker had put together. 

Still, no matter where he went, the black clad ninja was sure to be there. It was currently the biggest mystery of all. He needed to know more. 

“Snake Eyes,” Scarlett had informed Leo. 

“A dear friend of mine. Reliable, ruthless and able to get the job done when no one else can.” 

She gave him a sharp look and Leonardo merely gritted his teeth at the implications.

She continued. “An accident left him mute. He's the best at what he does. I can always count on him.” 

Leonardo turned to face her. His cloak had been returned to him but his weapons were still locked inside a box guarded by Breaker and Heavy Duty. His back somehow felt heavier without the weight of his katana. His fingers twitched in agitation. 

“A ninja is never without a clan.” His voice rang sharp and low. 

Scarlett met his gaze with a coolness that belied the small clench of her hands. His own gaze narrowed. 

“Some could say the same of you. That is his story to tell. Not mine.” 

Leo's eyes flashed in aggravation, and bit his tongue. Instead he offered her a single nod, respecting her subtle command. He would play along - for now. 

He'd been left alone for the most part after their discussion. Scarlett was busy briefing the General and Duke was occupied with readying the team for extraction. A poor mimicry of peace was finally offered to him and he'd gladly taken it.

Except those eyes continued to haunt him.

They were the eyes of a snake watching its prey as they slithered over the dead foliage littering the ground. Sharp. Intense. Unwavering.

A shiver ran down his spine. The sensation like an itch he couldn't quite scratch. Wrapping the cloak closer to his form Leon slunk deeper into the shadows.

In the bustle of preparation, Snake Eyes had changed uniforms. According to Breaker, this was his typical uniform. More lightweight and sleek. Visually different from the one he'd worn when tracking Leo, but no less imposing.

Steel blues roved over the black suit - keen on picking up any new clues. He caught a flash of red reflecting in the light of the fire. It shone bright, like fresh blood glinting under the sun. 

Sudden recognition dawned on the turtle. The vague sense of familiarity when fighting Snake Eyes suddenly made sense. At some point this human had been taught by a powerful clan. 

The symbol along his bicep represented a generation of people that would never be forgotten. Master Splinter had told him stories of the Arashikage. Disciplined. Dangerous. An ally to Master Yoshi. 

Leo knew what it meant for a ninja to be away from his clan. To have been sent on an impossible mission. To be told that you weren't good enough. To have words such as 'self-discovery' and 'self-reflection' tossed your way as you attempted to fix the pieces they thought to be wrong. He'd suffered a similar fate.

Empathy rose in Leo's chest; wild and fast. A sharp pain of loss resonated within him. To wear the symbol of your clan and know the truth. It was familiar. It was dangerous. Leon could not harbor these feelings. 

Shaking his head, Leo tore his gaze away. He couldn't stay here for much longer. Not as eyes hidden behind a mask watched his every movement. This stranger had just gained Leo's sympathy without having uttered a single word. It was unacceptable. Even if it'd only been for a brief moment.

Flipping his hood upward, Leo vaulted deeper into the forest. Away from prying eyes and bleeding hearts. Leonardo would have to tread carefully.

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The facility they brought him to was large. An underground corporation that housed quality technology and weapons. A dozen different moving parts that were coming together to work cohesively.

Leonardo remained impassive in the face of it all. It reminded him too much of home. All bright lights and a cacophony of noise. Sparks and smoke and grease. A part of him suddenly ached for the calm of the jungle. 

The urge to disappear grew tenfold. A desire that had been stirring in his chest the moment he'd stepped foot off the jungle floor. The feel of metal beneath him was a stark contrast to the soft ground. It left him feeling somewhat stranded. 

His day just seemed to be getting worse. It hadn't been the plane, or the guns trained on his back that kept him on edge. Those were familiar - a fact he could shoulder and tolerate. However the dark shadow he'd gained after waking up, made his teeth grind in annoyance. It felt like a threat. That he'd pounce as soon as Leo showed any sign of weakness. 

Leonardo knew he could defend himself against the others. The soldiers would be the first to react but easily dealt with. Scarlett would pose a challenge. He'd learned that much from the time he'd spent near her. She would be formidable; lasting longer than the other two. But he was fresh; strength returned tenfold and on high alert. Eventually she would be forced to yield. 

He glanced back at the presence that hovered nearby. His smoldering glare pierced the solid form.

Snake Eyes would be the most trouble. They'd already fought once. Leon knew the strength hidden in the lean line of the others’ body. Understood the amount of will and discipline the ninja exuded. It was a match similarly found in his brothers. A trait he could potentially respect under different circumstances. 

Defiance chomped at the reins as soon as he was herded into their aircraft. Still, he forced himself to relax and stay disciplined. Leonardo urged his his muscles to uncoil and for his fists to loosen.

He couldn't allow emotions to blind him to the fact that there was something larger at play here. For the survival of his family and himself, he needed to find answers. 

His fingers twitched in an aborted movement for his weapon. His katana still hasn't been returned to him. Leo bit back a snarl as bright eyes caught onto the motion with interest.  

“Behave. You only get one chance.” It was the only warning he received before Duke nudged him forward. 

--- 

The meeting with General Hawk went as expected. An older gentleman with the military ingrained in his blood. He commanded obedience and loyalty. Leon could appreciate a man who had the respect and admiration of his team. It didn't change the fact that Leonardo hated him for the role he played in the mutant's capture though. 

Still, from what he’d gathered of this group, everyone had a different background and their own personal history with the organization. Leo always had the advantage of growing up with his team. He knew enough of each brother's strengths and weaknesses to mediate the variety of temperaments unique to them.

That wasn't the case here. The General had a knack for taking random pieces - sharp, rough, or cracked - and putting them together cohesively. The proverbial double-edged sword. On paper, it was admirable. 

The turtle remained perfectly still as the elevator they'd boarded finally descended. He caught glimpses of the training course and tech with each level they passed. A safe haven for geniuses such as Donatello. He'd have to think up a way to get his brother a larger space once he got free. 

The General cleared his throat. “They call you Leonardo?”

Even in the illuminated room, Leo remained a dark figure in the corner. Light periodically flared in the small space - bringing everything into high relief. Even so, Leonardo managed to avoid being cast into view by the fluorescents. It seemed as if he had the shadows wrapped around himself like a cloak.

Leon knew that he looked intimidating. But the older man didn't seem to be outwardly bothered by it.

Leo slowly inclined his head toward the General. His eyes flashed in the dark - the only surface that didn't swallow the light. Pupils narrowed in thought before a nod was given; chains around his arms chimed with the subtle movement.

"Surprised that a monster like me could have a name?" 

General Hawk frowned. He kept his stance wide and firm. Simply a man trying to put him into place. Leo acknowledged the display but felt amused rather than threatened. He cocked his head in faux intrigue.

The General pursed his lips. “I never really appreciated beating around the bush. So I'm going to be blunt with you. You are an anomaly. I wanted to be rid of you right off the bat, as did everyone else."

He briefly glanced at Scarlet. 

"The only reason you're alive is because Snake believes you could prove useful.”

The turtle refused to look at the other ninja, even as surprise bloomed in his mind. To know his saviour had been the very man trying to kill him just a few days ago? It left him unsettled. 

The General took a step closer - all bravado and gruff masculinity.

“So tell me the truth,” his head craned forward to keep his gaze locked on Leo's. 

“Who the hell are you? By God, what are you? Cause I've yet to see the devil but I sure as hell, believe today may be that day.”

The elevator came to a stop. Silence filled the space and Leonardo continued to look the man dead in the eye. It hadn't been the first time someone called him a monster. Wouldn't be the last.

Everyone held their breath as they waited. They were all tensed in preparation for Leo's response. Finally Leon drew back with a grin and straightened. 

Everything about this was wrong. It was a situation his family had worked hard to avoid. Yet, here Leo stood. The threat of his family's safety hanging over his head. It was cruel and dishonorable. Still, Leo had dealt with far worse.

He'd play along for now. Leo would work for this man standing in front of him. With the scars of his past visible along the breadth of his shoulders and the harsh lines of his face. With eyes hard like flint and a voice laden with self-assurance.

Leonardo would work with these people. The soldiers who'd fought in wars and been betrayed by those closest to them. He'd step side by side with the woman who struggled to be seen for who she was. All grace and beauty armored with a wicked skill set.

Leo's eyes returned to the black mask with rounded features and sharp accents. The man who'd yet to say anything - and never would - but seemed the loudest. Merely through his presence alone; a powerful and dangerous thing. 

Leonardo couldn’t explain any of this. Didn't have a clue as to what exactly was being asked of him. But he’d say yes because one thing was for certain - He'd get back to his family. He'd return to the world where wind and fire whispered his name. A place where shadows were a constant companion under the wakeful watch of the moon and stars. He would survive this, even if he had to play the devil's advocate to do so.

“Are you sure you want to know?” Leonardo turned back to the General. 

His voice rumbled out; eyes just a trick of the light in the dark. The perfect mirage of a living phantom. Lei looked Hawk dead in the eyes. He let the man witness the truth in his gaze. All the terror and pain swimming within; with his grin just a bit too feral and a little too wide. 

So yes. Leonardo would work for this man. He'd be the perfect executioner. Play the part of a dangerous pet. It's something Leo knew well. He'd done it once and he could do it again. It would be easy enough. 

All men wanted the same thing. Power. To be feared and admired. It was the reason why Snake was so revered by this General. He was their own personal harbinger of death. 

However, Leo was the key to glorious new possibilities. A whole world that hadn't been available to the General before now.

Leo swallowed down a scowl of disgust. "Because General, sometimes it's just best -” 

He paused and drew in a single breath. In one fluid motion - a mere shrug of his shoulders - the chains fell from his body. He was no longer shackled and everyone took a defensive position in alarm. He couldn't help but chuckle. 

Leonardo was not the same as he was before the jungle. He was different. Changed in ways that would make his own family pause. The love for them was the same, but the measures he'd take to protect them were different.

He'd do anything. 

“- to leave your demons in the closet.”

Including filling the earth with his own blood. 

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This wasn't Leonardo's world—filled with humans and assassins who braved the daylight—but fate had brought him here of all places. And now he was stuck in a cage surrounded by rock and steel that had been built into the base of a mountain. In another universe he'd allow himself to be impressed. In another universe he wouldn't be treated like a prized dog used for man's ambition and gain. In another universe there would be balance and harmony between humans and mutants, just like his master always hoped for.  

Leonardo felt his skin prickle with outrage. At the injustice that kept tormenting him. He'd essentially been collared and leashed; coerced into resignation with threats made toward April. It made Leonardo burn with the desire to bring the entire place to its knees. However, the General was too smart for his own good and wary of Leo’s presence even if he was the one who’d demanded he be here.

So Hawk had ordered Leo chipped and tagged like some kind of fucking animal. The black cuff strapped over his right arm was made of a material sturdy enough to withstand extreme pressure and temperature levels. The thin, skin-like plates were sentient enough to shift whenever Leo tried to touch it—parting like the red sea—to avoid being peeled off.

In another universe, Leonardo would've been fascinated.

It was apparent that Breaker was no slouch when it came to their tech. The man proved skillful in the middle of a jungle, but his genius really shined when he had a fully equipped lab at his disposal. It was annoyingly impressive; tempered only by the reluctance the man showed when activating the tech. The band was lightweight and sleek and hid one hell of a punch. One wrong step and Leonardo would be electrocuted until his nerves were fried beyond repair—or so Hawk said. Leo was certain he'd make a full recovery, but not one fast enough to risk a jailbreak. 

There'd been a few sympathetic glances tossed his way but most everyone else either averted their gaze or sneered at him. It was nothing new. Once those people had set their eyes on scaled skin and a rounded shell, he’d been deemed an outcast. Spit at—feared—cursed and shunned with the assuredness of a small minded individual.   

They were lucky he wasn't as hot tempered as his immediate younger brother. Raphael hated when people treated him poorly or stared at his skin with wary intent, and he wasn't afraid to throw his weight around to show his displeasure; especially when he was being protective of any of his brothers. 

Leonardo hated the gawking just as much as Raph, but he tended to be better at balling all the negative emotions up and shoving it to the back of his mind. There were always going to be people that only saw a monster; a lesson he'd learned at a very young age. So the hate and perverse interest concerning his 'mutation' all made in the name of “science” were nothing new.

Instead, it was the select few who were accepting of him that left him uncertain. Aside from April and Casey, people weren't jumping out of their way to socialize with a mutant. Having anyone else offer even a bit of acknowledgement of his status as a being with emotions was… strange. 

Scarlet was wary of Leonardo at first, but after weeks of surveillance, she’d softened towards his presence. She'd started off by giving him pats of encouragement after each briefing that had proved to be more than a bit lackluster. He'd yet to be cleared for anything close to a mission or access to the training facilities. He wasn't able to move; feel the burn of muscles throughout his body. It left him on edge being subjugated to the suffocation of concrete and metal on all sides. The lack of dirt under his feet or the rough scrape of bark at his back amplified the notion of being trapped. 

He hated it.

----

Leo suspected that Hawk enjoyed taking his time in giving Leo clearance to do anything more than sit in his assigned room and meditate. It was a show of power and a poor sense of inflated ego. 

Leonardo kept an eye on the General during meetings he was forced to attend—ignoring the weight of gazes on him as a band of unease continued to tighten itself around his chest. Winding itself tighter and tighter before it would eventually snap and spell disaster for everyone involved.

The band had cinched tighter during that morning’s meeting. It’d hit too close to home once talk turned to following other leads lie Leonardo. A hunt for other mutants the obvious goal. Aggravation had grown thick and heavy in the air as Leo refused to answer any of their questions.

He'd stalked out of the conference room growling under his breath once Hawk had dismissed the group with unconcealed anger. Eyes an icy blue, Leon was ready to tear someone's head off. Fuck was this how Raph felt all the time? 

A shadow of movement had him tensing; body coiled for a fight. Finally. His breathing slowed as his muscles relaxed in preparation. A small thrill of anticipation snaked its way into his chest; the need to do something an itch he desperately needed to scratch. 

However, a sweep of red in his peripheral made him pause. A memory flickered into place and for a moment he could almost believe it was April. Coming to console him after a rough night with his brothers—a sister he’d never had.

The illusion broke just as quickly as it’d been made. Wrong build. Wrong features. Wrong eyes. April's were open and soft, not hard and closed off. Her company always exuding confidence and warmth. Here professionalism was the peak trait of being nice. So it surprised him when Scarlett reached forward and squeezed his upper arm instead of the usual nod of acknowledgment. The words “patience Leonardo” falling from her lips before she slipped past. 

Leo frowned to himself as he watched her walk away. His head titled to the side in surprise and curiosity; the anger from before vanished as his eyes tracked the waves of ruby until they disappeared around a corner. 

A surprising feeling of gratitude started to bloom in his chest. Something he hadn't experienced in so long. Leo hadn't realized just how alone he'd felt until that moment. For so many years the eldest Hamato had been treated as a ghost—a leader placed apart from the camaraderie familiar to others.  It was…nice. To be seen—heard—as someone that experienced their own struggles and suffering. 

Fingers twitched as Leon grew aware of another presence. Someone known for being silent and deadly. Flicking his gaze over to the side, he easily spotted the dark figure lurking in the shadows—virtually undetectable for anyone who was not Leonardo. The turtle's features hardened towards the other ninja.

The irritation from earlier returned without much effort. He was still unsure about Snake Eyes, but one thing was certain. The man was dangerous. Leonardo could never forget that. He couldn't let himself become vulnerable— soft —in the eyes of an Arashikage. 

Curling his hand into a fist, the blunt edge of nails dug into his palm. Mutant or not, Leonardo had to watch his back. Having endured enough scrutiny for one day, Leonardo did what he did best and disappeared. 

The muscles along his arms and legs bunched together as he hauled himself up on the railing. His movements effortless after having been raised in the concrete jungle of New York. A shout of alarm rose from the rest of the group milling out of the conference area as he released the rail and dove right over. His body hurting down past the lower levels of the Pit and away from further unwanted attention. 

Leo could feel Snake's gaze burn along his form as he speared through the darkness. A green blur that landed among the bustle of machines and shadows before finally vanishing. 

---- 

Leonardo's restraint was being tested; worse than the day Michelangelo had spilled onion soup all over his carapace and face at the kitchen table. It'd taken months for the smell to be completely removed and Raph had incessantly teased him about needing to take more showers.

He'd take that humiliation over this any day. 

His nostrils flared with each word General Hawk spoke. Leo was at the end of the proverbial rope and his breath edged on a growl as he snapped back rudely. He'd be ashamed of his behavior if he hadn't been too busy glaring at the man in front of him.

“Fuck you,” Leo voiced evenly, his gaze sharp with the ice of his anger.  

“What the hell soldier.” It wasn't a question. It was voiced low, measured and slow; a reprimand that held the subtle threat of repercussions if Leo didn't back down. 

Too bad Leonardo didn't care. He wasn't a soldier and certainly not one for this man. He'd fight this as much as he could. In a way it was exhilarating; felt like he was on top of the world. 

What else could they do to him? They'd already kidnapped him. Had put him to use him for their own agendas. He'd been compliant and quiet to ensure the safety of April. Went on missions once he'd finally been cleared in an effort to make sure his family continued to stay a secret. 

Leon was here against his will. No loyalty. No love. Still, the General wanted him to play along with every command like a good little puppet and Leonardo refused. He wouldn't shy away from digging his heels in the ground and being stubborn. 

In another world, he could've respected the General's mission. Would've jumped at the chance to work with them to save the world and restore balance. It was the dreams of four young mutant turtles come to life. But Hawk's current apathetic attitude toward mutants was less than ideal.

This man was viewing mutants as tools to be used for his own ambition. It was no different than a wayward scientist studying him to find a explanation for his existence and a potential cure. As if Leo and his brothers were sick. There was always some self-justified reason for stripping him of his autonomy and he was tired of it. 

Hawk eyed him with a calculating gaze. His jaw twitched with the effort it took to not just yell in Leonardo's face. There was still fear under the facade of indifference, even with the cuff locked around his bicep, and Leo relished it. 

"You've had so many other opportunities to be stubborn. Why this? Why now?" 

It was almost funny. Being on the other side of a moment like this. To be the one pushing buttons until something snapped and not the other way around. He'd almost felt sympathetic, but the General was not a colleague, much less a friend. 

In the few months he'd been there, Leo had adjusted his perception of a few of the A-team members. He'd grown to appreciate Scarlet's company and assistance. She’d proven herself trustworthy on the field and had joined his morning training on more than one occasion. Her no-nonsense attitude and sly remarks reminded him of Karia; strong-willed and tenacious with a quick-wit and sharp smile.  

Next to the redhead, the Joes’ residential techie was easiest to get along with. Breaker had an intellect that could keep up with April and Donnie. To hear the constant ramble of scientific terms that were beyond even Leo's understanding was soothing. A small comfort in a place so foreign. 

He'd secretly visited the lab on occasion, content to watch and listen. Once Breaker realized Leo had basic workshop skills and a knack for soldering, he’d quickly been put to work. Leonardo had been grateful. The routine granted him a small reprieve from reality and watching eyes. 

Leonardo has even worked alongside the military jocks if given enough incentive. He's slowly getting used to the easy camaraderie and brash courage those two executed in a fashion similar to Mike and Raph. 

Snake Eyes—He was a different story altogether and the reason for Leo's sudden resistance. Despite the time spent in the Joes' headquarters, Leo's hackles still rose anytime they were in the same room. The fight from their first meeting was always in the back of the turtle's mind.

Leonardo kept weapons on him at all times; a single knife hidden beneath the wraps of his forearm. He wouldn't be easy prey to the hunter. That was for certain. 

Leo glanced off to the side and let out a low sigh through his nostrils. “Place me with Duke and Ripcord. My skills would make up for what they lack in subtlety.” 

Hawk glared right back at him—lips thinned in annoyance. 

“As much as I appreciate your thoughtfulness, I've already accounted for such issues. Scarlett will be joining them. We need people who can also play the social field and you don't qualify.” 

Rolling his neck, Leo's gaze narrowed in frustration. The General waved his hand as if to dismiss the sight of him; like a dog being shoed back to its kennel. 

“Now listen here. You will deploy with Snake Eyes to the African border. We have intel that suggests Cobra operatives may be running a facility there. It will be simple. Easy and clean. Snake remains lead and you will obey. Understood.” 

Leo's lips thinned in displeasure while Hawk gave a short nod to someone on the main deck. An uneasy feeling settled in his gut. This may be a fight he couldn't win through sheer force. 

Suddenly photos and video feeds popped up in the console. All of it focused on April. Casey was there too. Along with a few locals that they'd been known to interact with. He barely felt relief at the lack of a mutant rat or turtle before icy dread clawed at his chest.  

There was no room for argument. Leonardo could feel the proverbial leash growing taut. He grit his teeth and curled his hand into a fist.

“Loud and clear.” 

He refused to lower his head in compliance. Instead, he gave a sharp grin.

"Just know that I warned you in advance, General. Snake makes one move towards me,” Leo's lips curled up in a threat, “and I will not hesitate to slip a blade between his ribs.” 

Hawk's mouth morphed into a scowl. “Now you listen to me closely, Hamato. If Snake dies, then the protection of your friends can't be guaranteed.” 

A low hiss erupted from Leonardo's chest a moment before his third eyelid lowered. Hawk didn't seem like a man that would kill innocents for the fun of it but Leo couldn't risk the chance. 

“Who said anything about killing him, General? At my hands, death would be a mercy.” 

---- 

Leonardo was usually slow to anger. It was one of the core lessons his master had ingrained in him to be a good leader. Yet the last few weeks both frustration and irritation had been building at a rapid pace. It left Leonardo simmering with an anger that continuously burned like hot coals. 

When Leon felt the familiar fire coil within, he  made sure to distance himself from the others. His limbs itched with the desire to climb the nearest cliff, bridge or tower and let the wind soothe his mind. 

He needed it like breathing. It wasn't long before he was scaling the walls of the pit. His cloak a familiar friend around his head and shoulders. Fingers sought out nooks of rock and steel that could handle his weight. Even the slight burn in his arms and thighs felt soothing. 

The bustle of moving people and machines lessened the farther up he got. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the sound of insects and monkeys from the amazon. 

He took a fortifying breath and opened his eyes. He'd reached the top and the lack of a clear blue sky made something in him deflate. The only place left to go was down. 

He glanced over his shoulder and eyed the dots of movement below critically. A quarter of the way down was a ledge that he could grab at before slinging his way towards the landing pad hidden off to the side. 

With a single exhale he let go of his footholds, pushed off, and arched back through the air. His hood splayed out behind him as he counted the seconds. It felt liberating to free fall like this. Even if the moment was over too soon for his liking. 

The ledge loomed closer and he angled his body accordingly. Five… Four… Three… Two— 

A dark blur of a shadow collided with him and threw him off course. A grunt slipped past his lips as he crashed through some railing and landed on the side of his shell with a sharp crack.  

Shit. Leonardo ignored the flare of pain and rolled into a crouch, tanto already firmly in hand. His lips curled into a snarl as he eyed the dark form slowly rolling to their hands and knees. 

Snake turned his head toward him and stared. He'd never admit out loud how much it unnerved Leonardo that he couldn't see the man's eyes. The tinted visor and molded features gave the man an ominous air; like a mannequin coming to life. God, now he was starting to sound like Mikey. 

Snake slowly moved into a seated position; smart enough to know that Leo wouldn't appreciate any fast movement. His hands lifted in a placating gesture; palms forward as if calming a wild animal. He bit back a growl of irritation at the thought. 

Snake was still for a moment until Leo finally gave a sharp nod. The ninja watched as the other man curled his fingers into three simple letters—w t f

Leonardo blinked in faint surprise. He frowned and willed his body to relax. He wasn't sure what the man was up to, but curiosity was winning at that moment. A few more seconds of silence went by before Snake picked up the conversation again. 

Leo — He didn't know how to feel about Snake's way of signing his name. Instead of finger spelling the first three letters, his hand folded into an "L" before shifting his fingers into a flat plane and mimicking the path of a katana cutting through the air. A motion that distinctly followed Leonardo's own style. 

His stomach dropped. For Snake Eyes to be attuned to Leo's fighting style already, he'd have to have watched him practice more than a few times. His guard was raised back up as suspicion slithered through his mind. 

Snake hesitated before he kept talking. I know you feel trapped but risking your life is stupid. 

The vehemence of that last word was visible as Snake vehemently pressed against his forehead with an upturned "V". Leonardo couldn't understand why the man was so tense but that curiosity was overshadowed by the irritation that surged forward. 

I'm stupid!?!  Leo yelled back in ASL. 

I'm not the one who slammed into a 300 pound turtle and managed to re-crack their shell. Leo could already feel the ache seeping through. He'd have to scrounge up some duct tape for now. He wouldn't let anyone else but Donnie near him. 

I was fine. He finished—hand splayed perpendicular to his body and thumb jabbing at his chest. 

Leonardo felt some satisfaction at the way Snake paused in consideration. No doubt filing away the fact that Leo knew and understood ASL fairly well. 

Before another word could be said, Leonardo rose to his full height and scowled. He finished with a few last quick movements of his hands. 

Leave me alone. 

----

Leonardo shouldn't have been surprised when Scarlett approached him a few days later. Her and Snake were close. It would stand to reason that he'd tell her all about their earlier encounter. 

“Why do you hate Snake so much?” 

Leo easily caught the knife thrown at him. Fingers folded around the blade he'd stopped inches from his face. Head cocked, he gave Scarlett an unimpressed look. 

“Weren't you the one to suggest that I clear my mind?” 

She gave him a wicked smile; sharp and poisonous. “That was then. Now is now. I say it's time to focus. Will you answer my question or will I have to wrestle you for it?” 

Flipping the blade in the air, he twisted his torso and gave a swift kick against the handle of his weapon. Just enough force was used to launch the blade into the target behind Scarlett. A single strand of her hair was caught in the movement; the piece floating down to the ground serenely. 

“He is the reason I'm in this mess Scarlett. Snake hunted me down. Tracked me like an animal. Now look where I am. I can't even tell my f— friend I'm alive.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest. “So did I.” 

“It's different with him. I can catalogue your strengths and understand your weaknesses. It's the same reason you're able to be in this room with me and not feel fear.” His dark blue eyes flashed in amusement. Further highlighting the shadows that contoured Leo's features. 

“Snake is a ninja and this is not a clan. This is a government operation with hidden agendas like all other organizations remotely similar. I understand this. What I don't understand is his motivations, and that makes him more dangerous than any of you.” Light reflected on bared canines as anger freely bled across his expression.

Scarlett narrowed her gaze at this. 

“You say you don't understand Snake's drive. That it looks pointless in the face of your criticism. But I see the same thing in you Hamato. I've seen you train Leo. You push yourself past your limits. You strive and exceed. I know you have your own secret agenda. You are not the type to sit back and do nothing. Especially when it comes to those you care for. I'd say you are the most dangerous person here.” 

“Except for how powerless I still am. Despite everything I try to do.” 

She becomes quiet and contemplative but no less dangerous. He watches her step closer; sweat trailing down her throat and arms and making the hair around her ears curl just so. 

“He was part of a clan you know.” 

Leonardo glanced away and instead fell into a practiced kata. His movements were controlled and measured, revealing none of the unease he felt. “Arashikage,” he murmured, “I know.” 

He completed a swift roundhouse kick.

“I also know Arashikage are supposed to be honorable. A trait that I failed to see when he used bullets and poison to apprehend me.” 

Scarlett began her own series of exercises. No doubt to work through her own frustrations. Leo watched her closely; looking for any corrections he could give. 

“It was his job. Hawk gave orders and he followed through. You can't fault him for that.”

Leonardo understood but he refused to acknowledge it out loud. Doing so would mean admitting empathy. A liability he couldn't afford at this moment. Donnie would tutt and remark on the Raphael-like behavior he was exhibiting.

Leo gave a low sigh. 

“I can and I will. This organization may be in place for the safety of humanity, but that's a far cry from concern over my well being. You can't tell me that if there were thousands of me, Hawk wouldn't order them detained. Worse yet, recruited for his own benefit. All because they fear my appearance but crave my strengths Scarlett.” 

He slowly extended his hand; light reflected off scales in demonstration. A frown briefly marred Leo's features. 

“I will never truly be accepted. The Arashikage may have views that would allow me sanctuary, but Snake has already shown that his loyalties don't lie with them. I will not make the mistake of falling into a trap. It's not something I can afford.” 

He transitioned into the next pose. A simple split as he clasped his hands in front of his face. A show of respect for a sensei he hadn't seen in a long time.   

“My Master instilled into me the ideals of protecting humanity. It's a promise I've vowed to keep. However, never underestimate what I will do for those under my care. If Hawk’s actions remotely threaten that, I will not hesitate to act." 

Rocking forward, both arm and leg muscles rippled as he flowed into another pose. Palms flat, Leo effortlessly moved into a handstand. 

"Even if it's Snake that Hawk sends after me. A single warning is all I will give them. The General best pray it will not come to that."  

Clenching his abdomen Leo flipped forward from his static position. Wrapped feet landed without a sound against the mats. Bowing to Scarlett respectfully, Leonardo excused himself. He sauntered off the mat smoothly; evidence of his previous turmoil gone. 

Gaze unwavering and features smooth. Leonardo Hamato was finally ready to make his move. 

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The wind whipped around Leonardo as he stepped out of the lift and across the landing pad. He took his time boarding the helicopter; letting his lungs expand with air that wasn't stale or simply recycled. The sun warmed his skin like a familiar blanket, reminiscent of evenings spent sunbathing on large stones along the river bank. If he closed his eyes he could almost hear the rush of a river accompanying bird song.

The rhythmic whir of blades pulled him from his thoughts as he settled into place. Even as the sound roared in his ears, Leonardo still heard Snake climbing into his own seat. He forced himself to remain calm as the other's gaze flicked over him. The force of his attention manages to feel like a physical thing.    

Leon's fingers tightened into a loose fist as Snake finally zeroed in on the collar sitting snug against his throat. A glaring indication that those in charge saw him as nothing more than an animal that had been brought to heel. Leo grimaced at the thought. He'd drawn from his ever dwindling well of patience to avoid lashing out when it'd been fitted on him.

Being collared like this was absolutely humiliating. Leo should have known the General would retaliate after his public show of rebellion earlier, but he hadn't foreseen the new collar upgrade. This was the part of society he and his family worked to avoid. 

To his credit, Breaker had seemed entirely against the idea. There was no real reason for the band on his bicep to be replaced. But Breaker was a soldier first and foremost, and orders were orders. If it had been anyone else, Leonardo would have put up more of a fight. Instead, he’d forced himself to choke down an agitated hiss as the cool metal touched his skin. 

Even as negative emotions flared bright, Leo held no ill intent towards the man. Breaker was another exception to the rule, just like Scarlet. The man's mind worked faster than anyone else’s on the team and seeing him work the past few weeks had Leo grinning to himself more than once. Breaker often reminded Leon of another genius—with an intellect so vast that it left others observing him with awe and jealousy. 

And Leo knew all too well how jealousy could turn into something cruel and ugly. Breaker's genius didn't come without ridicule from those outside of his core team; people so insecure about themselves that they'd decided to take it out on someone who'd be less likely to put up a physical fight. 

The sight had tugged at Leonardo's instincts while he'd observed Breaker from afar. A nostalgic twinge that had him feeling much more empathetic than he'd been weeks ago. The role of being an eldest sibling once more slotting into place like a well worn cloak. It's what motivated him to finally approach the man a few weeks after having arrived at the compound. 

—

"You shouldn't pay them any mind." He'd advised from the shadows of Breaker's lab. A bit dramatic, sure, but Leo wasn't without his own penchant for theatrics.   

The darker man had jumped in his seat and hissed out a curse. The way he'd whipped off his headset emphasized just how much Leo had startled him.  

" Salaud. Don't scare me like that," Breaker had hissed, clearly agitated. 

Leo had cocked his head to the side and held back a snort. "Or you'll do what, jigoku bura-ku ?" 

The man grumbled some curses in a few different languages before turning back to his project. Leon's mouth had ticked upward in fleeting amusement before zeroing in on the tension lining the others' shoulders. 

Long, thin fingers twitched along their thigh in concentration and Leo’s mind immediately flashed back to another time and place. A blur of cocoa brown set against a backdrop of purple; dark irises blinking tiredly as Leonardo coaxed the other turtle to bed. The grin of a brother who continuously worked himself down to the bone and hardly ever complained. A crushing hug as Leo said goodbye for the last time, promising to return within a year. 

Any trace of humor vanished as grief took its place. 

The silence had quickly grown taut with an undeniable awkwardness. It hadn't been intentional, but Leo couldn't help the pang that seared through him at the thought of his younger brother. He cleared his throat, prepared to apologize and—

"It wasn't right of me to snap. Gomen-nasai ."

Leo's gaze snapped back to the other man in silent consideration, momentarily surprised. Breaker had just offered Leo a formal apology as a sign of respect. Something that no one else in this Pit had deigned to show. 

It was an odd sensation to suddenly be addressed with human decency; one that left him feeling a bit unbalanced but still grateful. Leo gave a curt nod in acceptance—gaze lowering in consideration. 

"It wasn't right of them to ridicule you." 

Breaker merely turned back to his work, the sound of tinkering his only response. Leo bit back a sigh at his apparent misstep. Of course Breaker wouldn't want to acknowledge his issues with a stranger. Much less a talking reptile. Tough luck. Leonardo seemed to be all he had at the moment. 

"It's time to stop hiding." A moment of hesitation, but nothing more. 

"I can help. I'd be willing— " Something burned in his chest. This piece of himself he was offering. A remnant of his time as a leader; moments spent in a dojo critiquing his brothers and being corrected in turn. He'd sworn he wouldn't let himself get close to anyone here. He'd made a promise to keep his distance, and now here he was willing to break it. First Scarlett and now Breaker. He was a fool. A fool with no other alternative. 

He took a steadying breath. 

"I'd be willing to teach you." 

Perhaps there was a time in his life he would've strictly kept to the rules he'd made for himself. A younger turtle truly untouched by the broken shards of the world. He had changed though. Evolved. Grown to know that circumstances never followed logic. A man alone remained weak and easy enough for the picking. A man surrounded by another’s support could stand a chance. Breaker was that chance; a chance at freedom.

The hacker spun around. "You can teach me to kick Ripcord's ass?" 

Leonardo threw him a sharp smile. "Abel, I can teach you things that would make anyone regret their simple existence."

—

The helicopter lurched as it ascended, bringing Leo back to the present. It seemed like everything had been loaded while he'd been lost in thought. 

The air was thick and suffocating with a dryness that Leonardo was unaccustomed to. It made him feel too big for his skin. The itch to dive into a pool of cool water - a few droplets clinging to his skin like a soft kiss - pressed up against his hind brain persistently. To put it simply, he did not want to be here. 

Closing his eyes he began to scent the air—pushing aside the urge to flee immediately. They had landed no more than half an hour ago, everyone already half occupied with recon. He could make a break for it. Find a way to hide in the deepest parts of the world, where the collar would have a harder chance of functioning until he could get it removed. Then he could warn his family and get them to safety. 

No one would notice until too late. But it didn't matter. His mission had grown larger than just ensuring the safety of his family's future but of mutants everywhere. 

Besides the collar probably had a back-up tracker installed. And if it didn't, Snake Eyes had already proved adept at finding those who didn't want to be found. If the way he'd shadowed him at the compound was any indication, let alone the persistence shown during his hunt through the jungle. 

Scarlet continued to advocate on the behalf of the assassin. It was puzzling knowing that this mattered so much to her. Still, he reserved patience for her during these moments. 

"He won't admit it, but he's amazed. All these years he's been considered something inhuman.  It's why he's never without the suit. Seeing you? Well, it gives him…a sort of hope." 

Leo had froze at those words. Turning to Scarlett, he'd curled his beak in disgust. 

"So he's happy to have found a monster uglier than him. How amusing."

The spy's eyes widened in a rare moment of being caught unaware. "No, Leo that's not what I meant—" 

"Save it. This monster wants to be left alone. Perhaps that's another trait Snake can find some comfort in as well." 

Her protests were lost to his ears as he quickly disappeared into the shadows of the halls. His silence doing well to hide the ache that pierced through his plastron; a desperate desire for his family weighing heavy.  

It had been the first time Scarlett had glimpsed the dark space of his conscious. Instead of frightening her she found it intriguing. Like a moth to a flame. It seemed that these people had no sense of self preservation. She continued to push past his resolve for solitude until she inadvertently became the one person Leo could stomach. Scarlett and Breaker. A ragtag team of support that would hopefully aid in Leo's plan to protect mutants from agencies like this one. 

The weight of another's gaze brought Leon back to the present and without turning the turtle knew who it was. Instead of scowling and running off, he remained calm and stationary. Snake would not have the satisfaction of getting under Leonardo's skin. Not this time.

Eyes straying from the horizon Leo peered back at the ninja; his form a stark shadow against the landscape. Neither blinked as Leon cocked his head to the side and watched as the other signed him a warning. 

Leo merely rolled his eyes. He wouldn't run. Besides, this was the first mission where he was given a more free reign to do what he did best. He can only assume that Hawk had allowed it since he trusted Snake to keep Leo from misbehaving. As if. 

He took a fortifying breath and unsheathed his katana. 

Leo just hoped that his plan wasn't a grave mistake. He needed a team and that required help from his brothers. None of this would matter if he couldn't ensure the safety of those important to him. 

For now Leo needed to focus. He stretched his neck, the area giving a satisfying pop as a result. Cracking his knuckles in a familiar ritual, he offered the other hunter a sharp grin before pulling his katana free.

As Raphael would say, it was about time to have some fun.  

—

Their informants were quick to confirm that Cobra was the culprit behind the chaos at the border. Big surprise. A small village had been overrun with the vermin stealing food and invading homes. It reminded him of the villages he'd work to liberate in Brazil. Bastards swarming like pests and feeding off the good will of others. It made him angry.

His katanas sang in harmony as they sliced through flesh and bone. Blood splashed against the brick of abandoned buildings, before seeping into the sand below. The heat made the stench of iron overwhelming—invading his nostrils and lying heavy on the back of his tongue. 

Wrapped wrists flexed with ease as steel reached out to knick at soft flesh. Red blossomed across the enemy’s dark attire. Painting a grueling image of their fragile mortality as they stumbled and fell. 

The fighting was a cacophony of gunfire and shouts followed by screams of pain on both sides. Leonardo ignored it all. His body easily slipped into movement that had become second nature to him. While death was not his goal, he wasn't naive enough to believe that his actions held no final consequences. The knowledge barely gave him pause though. Death had been an unwelcome guest for most of his life and this was no different.    

A dark form flitted in and out of his peripherals. A commanding presence that was determined to remain within Leo's vicinity. Solid and swift; Snake had no trouble eliminating the enemy with a clear purpose to eliminate. Easily switching from blade to gun, he moved like a machine that would never tire. Leon couldn't help but admire the man's efficiency even as the thought made his mood sour. 

It was no issue. Leonardo's plan didn't rely on the ability to escape. At least not yet. Right now he just needed height. Donnie had always been a slightly paranoid turtle. It was true that he could be a bit maniacal at times, but when it concerned family, safety was the main priority. Which led the purple turtle to implant a false molar in all five mutants. A device that would lay dormant and undetected until needed. 

It was genius - just like Donatello - and that foresight was going to help Leonardo. 

Leo released an even breath as he spun - steel glinting in the light and tainting the air with crimson. Sidestepping to the left he worked to keep moving further away, getting lost in the swarm of opponents. Each dodge and twist of his form was done with the intention of creating distance. If he could get within range of the Cobra's network, then the device would be able to piggy-back on their signal and remain hidden from General Hawk's surveillance team.

A blast of heat snagged his attention as he kicked away his  latest opponent. Turning, Leon caught a glimpse of Snake avoiding gunfire by rolling underneath an abandoned humvee. The man quickly punctured a single tire and levered it into a makeshift shield. It was quick thinking and a bit impressive but it wouldn't hold for long. 

Snake was backed into a corner - his assailants moving in. Leonardo hesitated in a rare moment of uncertainty. Snake was far from defenseless but Leo knew that that could change at any moment. They had drifted off from their squad and any potential reinforcements.  

Irritation nagged at him but he ignored it. Snake may not have Leo's admiration, but the ninja had teammates who cared for him. Scarlett for one would be devastated.

Fuck.

Without a second thought, Leo stomped his foot down on the end of a fallen beam. The force catapulted the debris through the air before he snagged it as a makeshift club. A single pivot of his hips powered the following throw - strong enough to send the weapon flying. It struck the men with a wet crunch and slammed them into the wreckage of a destroyed building. Everything became less animated - bodies now silent - and a sour taste burned at the back of Leo's throat.

It was messy. It was cruel. It was something Leonardo of New York would never think to do. He knew his father would be disappointed - ashamed . Shaking his head, he turned to resume his mission, shoving down any hint of discomfort. That line had grown fainter and fainter the longer he was away from home. 

Glancing up, his gaze zeroes in on the man he’d just rescued. 

Masked eyes stare back at him in contemplation. His breath even and measured as he crouches over the vehicle that’d almost become his coffin not more than thirty seconds ago. Leo purses his lips into a thin line before giving a curt nod. Even if he could offer an explanation, it would change nothing. Those men would still be dead one way or another. Saving Snake had just been a lucky outcome. 

Leonardo turned from the scene quickly. The weight of the other's consideration like an itch on the back of his shell. Glancing up, he zeroed in on a vantage point where he could take better stock of their opponents. His legs tensed, muscles forged over a lifetime standing out in high relief, as he leapt up on another overturned vehicle. The frame groaned under weight but still held. Grabbing unto a balcony railing, he nimbly pulled himself through a blown out window and slipped into the comfort of shadows.