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Perfect Enemy	By : MysticMewtwo Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: TMNT and all its characters belong to Viacom International. All rights reserved. I claim only David and Alisa as I created them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 6
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I am still alive. Please don't worry. I know it has taken nearly a year to write this chapter, but things have been a little crazy in the last nine months.
I did eventually end up finding and buying a house. I've been moved in since December. I've been learning how to manage a household and budgeting. Not easy, but it's leveling out. I've been working long hours and have had little time or energy to write. This chapter was a difficult chapter to write in general, but it is now finished and I hope you will enjoy it for those who may still be out there. Thank you for your patience.

Kaleidoscope

Chapter Six
The young man paced restlessly across the floor like a caged animal. Yet he moved silently so as not to disturb his "roommate" in the next room. David did not desire to awaken the vigilante, who was snoring loud enough he was certain he wouldn't have been able to hear him anyway.
At least he's getting to sleep, he thought, bitterly.
There was no sleep to be had for him tonight. After tossing and turning on the worn couch for what felt like hours, David nearly flipped the piece of furniture over in a rage. He was angry; at Karai, at Takeshi, at himself.
He was an imbecile; a baka. His whole life he had spent making one wrong decision after another and often reaped what he sown. So why was it that he never learned from his mistakes? Why did he continue to always follow the same path?
He didn't have an answer for that. Just like that he never had an answer for joining the Foot Clan and destroying his family in their name. It wasn't like he was getting revenge on them or anything. He actually didn't have bad home life at all. In fact, it was a pretty good one, but he never felt like he really belonged.
He started hanging out with the wrong crowds to find where he fit in and it eventually led him to Oroku Saki. The man could charm rust off steel and David believed in his every word. And for a while, he felt at home within the Clan and training to be a ninja. He was secretly sneaking out of the house late at night.
That is until his annoying little sister went and ruined it all for him. She never would have seen him practicing his martial arts had he made sure his bedroom door was closed completely. As it was, it had not been and she noticed while passing by. It was an understatement to say he'd been surprised when Alisa walked in on him.
"What are you doing?" she chirped.
"Exercising," he retorted, "Now beat it."
The eight-year-old ignored him and bounced onto his bed. He scowled at her, but she gave him one of those cherubic smiles of hers.
"Doesn't look like exercises to me," she said.
"They are, dummy," he replied, "They're just a different kind of exercises."
She frowned at the 'dummy' remark. Why did her brother have to be so mean all the time? Did he really not like her?
"What are they for?" she asked.
David froze momentarily. What could he tell her? Certainly not the truth.
"Um, it-it's for a class," he fumbled, "For school."
She frowned at him uncertainly. He was lying, she could sense it. She got this funny tingly feeling about people when she was around them. It was almost kind of like reading their minds, but her parents never liked when she did it. It wasn't like she could stop it because it just happened on its own, but she'd learn to keep what she knew to herself. The same way she kept to herself she could "fly" or make floating water bubbles in the bathtub.
"Like Karate?" she finally guessed.
She remembered seeing on TV one time an advertisement for a Karate school and people dressed in white doing flips and kicks. Her brother was dressed in black instead, but he had done a kick. David relaxed a little and the relief was evident in his expression. He gave his little sister a half smile.
"Yeah, like Karate," he replied.
"Cool," she replied, her face splitting into a grin, "I want to try."
Before he could protest, she jumped down off the bed and tried to mimic the stance she'd seen him in earlier. Mustering all the concentration the eight-year-old had, Alisa swung out her leg in front of her. However, it looked more she was trying to kick a ball. David rolled his eyes.
"You didn't do it right," he berated.
"You can teach me then," she suggested, cheerily.
No. No fucking way. He was not going to teach her a damn thing. He had to get her out of here before she drew the attention of their parents. If they caught him still dressed in his Foot uniform, his life would be over. However, what he was going to teach her was to mind her own business.
"Look, this stuff is hard," he spat, "It ain't meant for little girls. Just go on and play with your dolls. And leave me the hell alone."
Her face slowly crumbled and she bit her lower lip as tears began bordering her eyelashes. No, she would not cry. That's just what he wanted anyway. He was nothing but a bully.
"F-fine," she shuddered, "I didn't want to learn your stupid trick anyway."
She turned then to walk to out of his room.
"I'm sure mom and dad would like to know you're sneaking out at night," she added.
She got a reaction, but not one she was expecting. David grabbed her by her shirt collar so tightly, he nearly choked her. He held her up by the shoulders and forcefully pushed her body against the wall.
His face was twisted with an anger she'd never seen before. There was something dark and dangerous in his eyes. She stared at him, her emerald green eyes wide with fright.
"Listen and listen good, you little menace," he hissed, "If you breathe a word of this to them, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
Alisa began to tremble and tears spilled down her cheeks. She tried to wiggle free of his grasp, but he was too strong.
"Davey, stop," she whimpered, "Please, I won't tell."
He paused and stared at her tear-streaked terrified face. She made a small noise that sounded like a sob. It broke through the haze of fury he had left. What was he doing? She was just a kid.
He gently lowered to her feet again and let her go. She was still shaking too badly to run, which is precisely what she wanted to do. Hiding until he moved out seemed like a good idea right now.
"Hey, Alisa," he said, his voice softer now, "Look, hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
The tears had slowed, but the little girl's chest still heaved with silent sobs. Her breaths came in small, raspy gasps. Her face was all red and her nose was running.
David sighed and went to grab a box of tissues on his dresser. He offered them to the child and Alisa pulled out a fistful. She scrubbed at her eyes with them and then blew her nose. She placed them in the trash can in his room when she finished.
"I won't tell," she finally whispered, brokenly, "I won't."
"I know," he assured, "And I'm sorry for scaring you. I'll make it up to you. I'll teach you that move you wanted."
He owed her that much at least. He still couldn't believe he almost hurt his baby sister. Her eyes brightened a little at this, but regarded him warily. She wasn't sure what he was up to.
"You… will?" she asked, tentatively.
"Yeah," he affirmed.
A huge smile now curled on her lips, lighting up her angel face. Excitement danced in her eyes and she looked eager to learn. He had to smile too; just a little.
"Okay, here's what you do," he began, "And pay attention 'cause I'm only going to do this once, understand?"
She nodded and he proceeded first to show her how to stand. She copied him and he slightly corrected her position.
"You got to be able to pivot your hips when you swing around for the kick," he told her, "Otherwise you're not gonna land right and you might hurt yourself."
He moved on to demonstrate how she should kick out her leg from the position. On the ball of his foot, he slowly rotated 180 degrees and then paused slightly with leg in midair before completing the turn to once again plant his outstretched foot down on the ground. Alisa was awestruck for a moment until she caught her brother's impatient look.
She quickly resumed her stance and positioned her leg as he showed her. Mustering all the concentration and focus the eight-year-old possessed, she spun around as he had done. She wobbled near the end, but ultimately held her balance. She looked up at her new teacher and a real smile was forming on his face.
"Hey, not bad, kiddo," he said, "You just did a roundhouse kick."
She returned the grin, but then suddenly frowned. Something hadn't seemed quite right about it to her.
"Doesn't it go faster though?" she asked, remembering how he performed the move earlier like lightning.
"It does, but you have to go slow at first," he answered, "If you keep practicing, though, you'll be able to do it that fast."
"Okay, I will," she promised, "Thank you, Davey. I love you."
She hugged him at around his hips where she was only tall enough to reach and then bounded out of his bedroom. He doubted she would, but at least now she was out of his hair. She'd forget the whole thing by tomorrow he was certain.
She did not return to his room again after that day and he believed he had been safe in his assumption. However, his peace wasn't to last. Two weeks later, the unthinkable happened and he found himself backed up against the wall with no way out. It was the day his whole world was turned upside down and would never again be the same.
Their parents were going out of town for the day and after school that afternoon, he had to watch his little sister. The news couldn't have been worse. What was he supposed to do about going to practice?
"Mom, I can't," he protested, "I'm hanging out with my friends at that club I told you about."
"Yes, the art of something or other, I know," Jennifer replied, "Well, take her with you. It'll be fun. I'll give you money to buy you both dinner and an ice cream."
"She can't, mom," he grounded out, "She's not old enough to be allowed in and I can't miss the class."
There were dire consequences to skipping out on the Clan. He had already been witness to it and he never wanted it to happen to him. Those had been made pretty convincing examples of.
"David, I am not giving you a choice," she warned, "You either miss the class and make it up later, or take your sister with you, but you are not going to leave her home alone, is that understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," he answered, his voice low.
So that was it then. He was trapped. That afternoon as he walked with Alisa skipping along ahead of him, he wondered if this would be his last day in the Clan. Master Saki would not be pleased he brought a little girl to the school with him. He didn't know who to be angry at, his mom or his sister, so he decided both had just ruined his life.
He completely ignored his little sister, who had tired of bouncing around and now was walking placidly beside him. She tried to smile up at him, but his expression was stone hard and cold. The smile faded quickly and she cast her eyes downwards to the ground. She hugged the crayons, coloring book and reading book in her arms tighter to her chest.
They didn't speak until they came upon a large, ordinary, but official looking building. There was simple lettering on one outside window, but it was in a language Alisa didn't understand. David opened the door and impatiently pushed her inside to a lobby.
There was a receptionist desk, but no receptionist was on duty. Only a few Japanese paintings decorated the simple walls and there was a potted fern near the door. There was some chairs scattered around the room and David led her to one of them.
"You sit here and don't move," he told her, "Color, read, I don't care, but don't get up for anything other than the bathroom. I'll be back in a few hours when I'm done."
He was gone before she could reply, disappearing down a hallway. A moment later, she heard a door open and then close. When she was sure the coast was clear, she got up from her chair and pushed it closer to the desk. She climbed up on the chair again to sit on her knees and spread her books out.
She opened the coloring book first and pulled the crayons from their box. She proceeded to color pages of ponies, kittens, and puppies until she grew bored with it. She didn't know how much time had passed, but it seemed like forever. She turned to look out the front window where a bank across the street flashed on its sign the time and temperature. To her surprise, it'd been only an hour since they came.
She gave a heavy sigh and picked up another crayon, but she only half filled in a sky before she stopped again. She was sick of coloring. If she saw one more pony or duckling, she'd scream.
She rolled the blue crayon idly between her fingers. She always liked the color. It made her feel happy. It invoked calmness and placidity for her, quiet and soothing. Yet there was also a strength she would draw from it. The color just seemed to brighten the world a little more for her.
She flipped the book closed and then gathered all the crayons to return them to their box. She set the coloring materials aside and grabbed her reading book. She turned around to sit on her bottom now instead as her legs were going numb.
She began to read the first chapter of Ramona Quimby: Age 8, but after only a few minutes, she tossed the book on the desk. She didn't want to read. She wanted to get up and move around, but her brother had told her not to. What did it matter to him anyway? It's not like she was going to destroy the place or get lost. She just wanted to practice her kick. She was starting to get good at it, she thought.
She still checked, however, to make sure no one was around. It was silly because the room was as empty as it had been the whole time she was here. There were no signs of life, which was a little eerie.
She hopped down from the chair and made her way to a corner of the room near the bathroom. It was isolated of the big front windows and largely hid her from view. She didn't want anyone outside to see her. She didn't want to give her secret away.
She took a deep breath and slipped into the stance. She'd done this so often in the past two weeks that by now, she didn't have to think about the individual steps anymore. It had all become one fluid motion.
After a few minutes, Alisa began to feel like she was being watched. She paused and glanced apprehensively around the room, but no one was there. Shrugging it off, she continued, but abruptly stopped again when the feeling came back.
She decided then she'd practiced enough and she had to go to the bathroom besides. The ladies bathroom had two stalls and two sinks and was decorated simply. It was like most public restrooms, but it was clean and smelled of cherry blossoms.
She did her business and then went to one of the sinks to wash her hands. She watched the water run over them for a moment and a mischievous smile crossed her lips. She thought she'd have a little fun. No one would know and she'd be careful not to splash everywhere.
The water suddenly began to glow silvery-blue and came now a twisted spiral out of the spout. She giggled to herself as she shaped the liquid into various forms with her hands. She ended with several spheres of water that she suspended in mid-air. A faint silvery-blue sheen tinged her whole body.
When she first discovered she had these "talents" a little over a year ago it terrified her, but she eventually learned to accept them. They soon became a source of amusement and entertainment for her. As time passed, she found she could do more and more with increasingly less effort, like floating her body in the air. The hardest part was not telling anyone about it, but she knew instinctively this was one secret that must stay hidden forever.
The warning came to her senses too late and she looked to see a girl about David's age standing in the bathroom with her. She appeared of Japanese descent with short chin-length black hair and jade green almond eyes. She wore something that looked like a sleeveless grey jumpsuit and armored boots. A red bandana was around her forehead and her forearms were wrapped in bandages.
Startled, Alisa lost control of her power and the spheres dropped like rocks into the sink. Water splashed up and drenched her face and hair, soaking the front of her shirt. It also splattered onto the mirror and wall.
Frightened and mortified, she could only stand there frozen dripping water on the floor. She wasn't sure what to do. It was a few tense moments before she was able to speak.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, "P-please don't tell my brother. I-I didn't mean to. I-I'll clean it up."
Fighting tears, she grabbed a handful of paper towels and started wiping the mirror. A hand abruptly fell on her small arm gently, but firmly enough to still her actions. The teenaged girl smiled at her.
"Do not worry," she assured, "We have a janitor. It is his job. I will inform him of the mess."
She extracted the paper towels from the little girl's hands and threw them away.
"You are wet," she stated, "Come with me and we'll find you something dry to wear."
Alisa nodded numbly and the Japanese girl took her by the hand to lead her out of the bathroom. She kept her head down and remained quiet. They walked down the hall where she saw David go earlier, but instead of one door like she thought, there were two.
They entered the door to the right and into a room that looked like an office. There was another door off to the side. Alisa could hear faint shouts from beyond it.
"This is my father's office and private dojo," the teenager spoke again, finally, "You are to wait here while I retrieve some clothing for you."
"Thank you," Alisa replied in a tiny voice, "What is your name?"
The older girl gave her a warm smile.
"Forgive my rudeness," she apologized, "My name is Karai."
"I'm Alisa," the eight-year-old continued speaking in a small voice.
"It is an honor to meet you, Alisa," Karai said, "I will be right back."
She then walked to the side door, opening and closing it quickly behind her, and disappeared. Alisa remained in one spot, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. If her brother found out what she'd gotten herself into, she was dead. He would be furious. The thought brought tears to her eyes again.
A few minutes later, Karai entered the room again holding a black karate uniform top. She quickly closed the door as she had done before. She made her way to Alisa and gently pressed the garment into the child's hands.
"It will be a little big, I am sorry," she began, "But it is the smallest we have. My father has also expressed his interest to speak with you."
She paused then, noting the expression on the little girl's face.
"What is wrong?" she inquired.
"My brother," Alisa whispered, "I-I... H-he-"
"Do not worry of your brother," Karai interrupted, assuring, "He will not be a problem for you. My father will see to that."
"I didn't mean to get him in trouble," Alisa choked.
She blinked and two fat teardrops rolled down her face. Karai felt pity for the little girl. She had so much power for one so small, but didn't know how to use it. It was possible no one knew of the gifts she possessed or if they did, she was forced to hide them. The older girl was already informed of what her father was planning for the child and she agreed. Only here, in the Foot Clan, under his tutelage could she learn to harness it properly.
"He is not in trouble," Karai soothed her, "And you are not either. So come, dry your tears and change your shirt. We must not keep my father waiting."
Alisa scrubbed at her eyes with a fist and obediently began to peel off her t-shirt. She put the uniform top on and Karai helped to tie and adjust it. It hung on the child's small frame like an oversized dress.
"I'm afraid that will have to do," she stated, suppressing laughter.
A smile slowly spread on the little girl's face and then a giggle bubbled up. Karai could not suppress this time the grin that formed on her own face. She liked Alisa. It would be nice to have a friend. She then took the child's hand and led her into her father's dojo.
An hour later, Alisa walked alongside her brother on the sidewalk heading home. She was quiet, but there now seemed to be a permanent grin plastered on her face. With her books and crayons, she carried a neatly wrapped package. It contained a temporary karate gi until one could be made in her size.
David carried a thin plain manila folder in one hand and his sister's damp shirt in the other. He was also silent, but his face was twisted into a scowl. Everything was horribly, terribly wrong.
The little menace was supposed to have stayed in the lobby. Yet not only did she manage to run into Karai, but Master Saki saw her as well. He had taken quite an interest in the eight-year-old, although David could not fathom why. He was going to arrange for her to join the school and give her private lessons.
The folder had official papers for their mother to sign, but Saki had made it clear it was not an offer to be refused. So it was up to David to figure out how to convince her to let an eight-year-old attend a "club" he had initially told her was for teenagers. Why is it he was always getting in shit over his head?
They stopped at a Chinese restaurant on the way and ordered take-out. When they finally arrived home, the streetlights were coming on. The house was dark and quiet. Their parents would not return for another hour at least.
Alisa put her things away in her bedroom and set the table for dinner. She climbed into a chair and sat down. David put her carton of food in front of her and then settled at the table with his own.
He stared at the stupid oversized gi she still had on. After a few minutes of crunching egg rolls, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"How the hell did you do it?" he blurted out.
Alisa paused in her eating, giving him a wary glance. He'd been sulking since they left the school. She knew it'd only be a matter of time before his temper exploded.
"Do what?" she asked, innocently.
"Don't play cute with me," he spat, "What did you do to get Karai's attention? You weren't supposed to do anything but stay in that chair and color shit."
"I did!" she exclaimed, "I had to go to the bathroom!"
"And you played in the water, didn't you?" he accused, "That's how you got wet, right? And made a mess. Just like you always do in the bathtub at home."
"I didn't mean it," she replied in a small voice, sliding down in the chair a little, "I was going to clean it up, but Karai said the janitor would do it."
"I was the janitor tonight," he retorted, "Master Saki made me clean the bathroom. That's how I know."
"I'm sorry," she began to cry.
David blew out an exasperated sigh, but he did not say anything more. He was angry because he was scared. She was too young to understand what the school was really about. He hadn't wanted her involved, but now it was too late. Whatever had happened in that bathroom had Saki eager to acquire her and David was ordered to make it possible.
He handed her one of his napkins and waited until she calmed down. After a minute or so, her sobs finally quieted and there were only sniffles left. She drew in a few shuddery breaths and wiped her face with the napkin, blowing her nose.
"Done?" David asked, his tone gentler now.
She nodded her head slightly. She reached for her glass of milk and drank a little.
"Good," he said, "Eat your dinner before it gets cold."
She picked up her forgotten egg roll and began to nibble on it. The subject would never again be brought up between them. By some bizarre miracle, their mom and dad both agreed to sign the forms and let Alisa join the school to take the afternoon lessons. David suspected they thought it would bring the two of them closer.
It did at first. Every day after school and on weekends, he would walk with her to her lessons and then back home. Sometimes he had to carry her because she would be asleep on her feet. The workouts Saki put her through were not kind to her small eight-year-old body. Their parents had second thoughts, but it was Alisa that insisted she'd keep going and she went faithfully.
Over the weeks, months, and eventually years, she built stamina and it no longer bothered her anymore. She had begun mastering her lessons, rising fast through the ranks. David had also become exceptional, joining the Foot full time after graduating high school, but he was often overlooked because his little sister was always standing in the spotlight. He became resentful of her and it created a rift between them bigger than it had ever been before.
He stopped walking with her to and from the school. He never talked to her anymore. He even moved out of the house and went to live with the other soldiers at the Foot tower. Yet, he was still somehow his sister's keeper as it was him Saki approached when he wanted him to help "convince" Alisa to join the Clan permanently a month after she graduated high school. He'd wanted to continue her education where college could not.
David had no choice but to agree. It would be the night it all went so tragically wrong. It was the night his heart turned to ice. He would blame Alisa for their parents' death, but it was he that slain them on Shredder's orders. They'd refused to reveal where her location was. She had been at a sleepover with friends.
She would later find the bodies, her home shattered, and he hadn't cared what she might have felt. He didn't care when he chased her from one end of the city to the other for two years after, flushing her out of any hiding places she found. He didn't care either when he kidnapped her and forced her to do Karai's bidding. Now suddenly he cared about what happened to her. He hesitated to betray her again on orders even if it meant his own suffering.
The room was beginning to lighten as the sky colored with the gray of dawn. It was the promise of a new day. There was a promise he had to make. He had a duty to fulfill, no matter the consequences.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to nothing.
He knew what he must do.

He wasn't sure what woke him, but for the life of him he couldn't get back to sleep. He soon realized why. An uneasy feeling was growing in the pit of his stomach. There was something not right; foreboding even. He could sense it.
Alisa still slept undisturbed beside him, tucked in under his arm. Her fingers were curled loosely in the ribbon tails of his mask he'd forgotten to take off. Leonardo listened to her gentle deep breathing. The expression on her face was one of peace and serenity.
She reflexively snuggled closer and gave a quiet sigh. He smiled and then glanced over at the alarm clock. It was barely after six a.m. He really should try to get a little more sleep before the anesthesia wore off, but he just couldn't push that nagging feeling away.
"Leo?" her whisper, groggy, came suddenly.
Damn.
"Shh, go back to sleep, tenshi," he answered, his own voice low.
He kissed her forehead softly. She gave him a sleepy smile, but did not close her eyes.
"I felt you twitch," she murmured, "What's wrong? Does your leg hurt?"
"No, its okay," he assured.
"But you'll tell me if it's not so I can get Don, right?" she replied.
"I will," he promised, with a slight smile.
He felt her nod her head against him as she fell silent. He wondered if she was asleep again when there was a quiet rustle of the bedcovers and she was sitting up now to face him. Her eyes searched his.
"You're still worried about my brother, aren't you?" she said, softly.
I never could keep anything from her.
The thought was laced with a hint of amusement. He sighed then and reached for her, coaxing her to lie back down in his arms. She went willingly and he buried his nose in her soft tresses, inhaling her scent deeply.
"Yeah," Leo admitted, finally, quietly.
"I-I mean, it's just-" he continued, faltering.
"You feel he's somehow responsible for last night's attack," she finished for him, her tone flat.
Her lack of emotion stung him far worse than if she'd been angry. He knew this was exactly what was going to happen. He dredged a hand heavily over his face.
"Alisa, I'm sorry," he replied, swallowing against the lump in his throat, "I've-I've tried so hard. I did the best I could, but I let you down anyway. I never wanted to do that."
She was silent all for her breathing. He heard it grow quicker and heavier now.
"I know," she eventually whispered, her voice thick, "I know."
Her grip on him tightened briefly before she suddenly turned him loose. He watched with a sense of confusion and underlying panic as she got out of bed.
"Alisa-?"
"Shh, I'll be back," she soothed, "I promise. I just need to go downstairs. I need to think."
Her face shone wet in the dim lamp light. She grabbed for her robe and pulled it on as she padded out of the bedroom. The door shut behind her with a soft click.
After she'd gone, Leonardo lay there cursing at himself. He was trying to hold off the dam of emotions threatening dangerously to burst open. He was nearly crippled by searing pain; in his heart, his soul, his leg.
He lost all sense of time. Had he blacked out from the pain? Or did he cry himself to sleep? He couldn't remember. Something reached out to touch him then; warm, soft against his cheek.
He felt her presence again, her spirit engulfing him in comfort. There was a gentle pressure on his lips and her body rested solidly against his once more. Guided purely by instinct, his arms surrounded her and he snuggled close. He felt peace wash over him now.
Beep beep beep!
The shrill noise suddenly bore into his subconscious. He was sure he hadn't set the alarm clock. He blindly reached over to the nightstand to turn it off, but the assault continued on his ears. Beside him, he heard Alisa groan softly and shift restlessly in bed. He was forced to open his eyes to investigate and realized it was his shell-cell ringing.
"Hello?" he answered, "Casey- what? Calm down. What happened?"
"He's gone, Leo. David's gone."
Leo was wide awake now and sat up a little straighter in bed. He gave a quick glance to his wife who still appeared to be asleep.
"Are you sure, Casey?" he asked, quietly, "All of his stuff is gone?"
He paused a moment.
"Yeah," he then sighed, "I'll have to tell her. She's going to be upset."
He said goodbye and hung up. He replaced the phone on the nightstand.
"You were right then," her soft voice startled him.
He looked over at her and met her eyes. Their emerald depths were dark and distant, clouded with pain and sadness. He hugged her close to him.
"I'm sorry," he whispered against her ear.
She shook her head slightly, a small rueful smile spreading on her lips.
"I was such a fool," she rasped, "I really believed he had changed."
"No, you are not a fool," Leo consoled, "You have such a good heart and he was your brother; your family."
"No," she countered, vehemently, "You are. You, Don, Raph, Mikey, and Splinter, you are my family. David has made his choice and I have to accept that. I have to move on."
She buried her face in his neck and he gently stroked her hair. Leo didn't want to say it, but he agreed. If David had indeed returned to the Foot Clan, there would be no saving him again. The next time they crossed paths, would be the last time.

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