It hadn’t been that bad, all things considered. It had been funny, as well as deeply, distinctly upsetting in a way that little him hadn’t been able to identify just yet.īut none stuck out in his brain so much as the time he had woken up on his middle-est brothers’ shared birthday to the sound of screaming. He remembered Mikey’s eye, purple and swollen so bad that he’d been able to creep up on the orange turtle’s side for weeks.
So he remembered Leo’s first broken bone, shattered falling off a high pipe in one of their first bases, moved from when it had started to flood. He and his brothers used to curl up under blankets and blend into the creases and cushions seamlessly enough to scare their dad something fierce, thinking they’d run away or gotten stuck somewhere. He had never been particularly light, weight-wise, but he had been little, round and fierce and bite-y, tearing apart any chewable baby toy his father had thrown his way to try and keep the furniture in one piece. He could remember the time when his hands had been small enough to be surrounded by his father’s. Sure, Raph could remember a lot of things about being young. Raph could still remember the first few times his brothers had been hurt badly enough that a bandaid and a kiss could no longer do the trick. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 53547 Chapters: 11/? Comments: 460 Kudos: 1723 Bookmarks: 325 Hits: 33391 so I’m mostly just writing stories I would want to read.I promise I’m not killing anyone permanently.Donatello and Leonardo are Twins (TMNT).
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