Hatred..

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"I don't know why the hell you had the need to come for me Lame-o-nardo," Raph begins his endless ranting.

"I don't know why the hell you had to go fight Shredder alone. You have no chance in beating him dimwit," I call back. "You're lucky we made it out alive."

"Yeah only because we ran away like little babies. You make us look weak Leo," he snaps.

We are in the kitchen area, putting all the plates away. Its our turn tonight since mostly Mikey and Donnie refused to help. Raph throws the plates in the sink, causing a loud crash. I quickly run to them and see a pile of broken plates. I curl my hands into fists and feel my nostrils flaring.

"Really Raph? These are the only plates we have!" I complain.

"You know I'm tired of you telling me what to do. You're annoying and always on my case!" He yells as he paces back and forth across the room.

"Look whose talking," I mumble.

Before I know it, I'm thrown to the ground and his body swings on top of me. Astounded by the sudden movement, I fight back and kick him away.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" He roars as he continues to fight me. I am greeted by his fist on my face and we tumble on the ground, switching positions. Next thing you know, our weapons are involved. He takes out his sais and I take out my katana. Dodging his hits, I punch him hard and he falls to the ground.

"I am...just trying..to protect you!" I gawk at him.

"I don't need your fucking protection!" He shouts.

A strong blow in our chest sends us flying in seperate ways. My shell hits the wall and I groan in pain.

"Now. Does anyone want to tell me what is going on?" Sensei. Great.

I watch Raph, who landed by the table, get up. His face matches the color of his mask and he storms off before giving me a menancing look.

I sigh deeply and rub my head as I stand up.

"Leonardo."

"Look sensei its nothing alright. Just..." But I stop myself. The words are stuck at the back of my throat as I feel my eyes begin to water. One desperate look from Splinter and I drop my weapons on the floor. I run to my room and lock the door behind me. I begin to weep as I sit on my bed.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

But he doesn't really mean it...does he?

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