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It was early morning, about four a.m. The lair was quiet, most of the sewer home's occupants sleeping...Except for two.

Leo was on his futon, sitting with on leg bent. The turtle's left arm was in a sling, and his right ankle was wrapped in stiff gauze. His sides ached, but he didn't mind, for the pain was far less than it had been three weeks before.

A cloth, wetted with hydrogen peroxide, dabbed at his recently cracked shell. The antiseptc bubbled in the crack, and the blue-clad turtle winced, biting his lip.

"S'rry, bro." His momentary caretaker and brother, Raph, muttered.

"It's fine." Leo assured, smiling over his shoulder at his brother tiredly.

For the past three weeks, ever since the beating Leo had received from the Foot, Raph had kept a watchful eye on him. Despite Leo's best attempt to convince Raph that it wasn't his fault, Raph stubbornly stuck by his side, helping him recover from his injuries (it helped that the hot-headed terrapin had personal experience with cracked shells).

Mikey and Don, even Splinter, were all surprised by how close the two brothers were. They always fought, but aside from their argument three weeks before...nothing..! It was a mystery how they'd suddenly stopped fighting, it was like time had been turned backwards, back to when Leo and Raph had been the best of friends, when they'd been kids-...

When they'd been kids...

Blue eyes dimmed as thoughts flowed like a river through Leo's mind. Raph glanced up from where he sat behind his brother on the futon, managing to catch a glance of his brother's features soften, and he knew well enough to not interrupt Leo's thoughts. It was so rare for the oldest terrapin to actually relax, Raph didn't dare ruin it.

So he simply continued with his work, carefully cleaning the crack in Leo's shell.

"Hey Raph?"

Leo's voice was soft and hesitant. Raph looked up from the cracked shell in front of him.

"Yeah?" He replied, voice almost as quiet.

"Do you...dislike me, at times?"

Raph gave a start, eyes widening.

"What?!"

Leo licked his lips nervously, looking at his free hand that wasn't in a sling.

"I...it's just hard to remember a time, when we haven't argued. So I just thought..."

"Awh bro..." Raph murmured, face falling. "D'ya really think that I don't...Leo, yer my brotha!"

Raph stood, moving around to sit in front of Leo. The blue-banded turtle avoided his gaze.

"'Ey, lookit me."

Some hesitation, but Raph would have none of it. He leaned down slightly, trying to see Leo's face, a large hand touching his older brother's shoulder.

"Oniichan."

Bright blue eyes lifted to meet Raph's own gaze, and the red-clad turtle offers a grin, the toothpick between his teeth tilting.

"Yer my brotha', Leo. I couldn' hate ya. Neva'." The hand on Leo's shoulder tightened slightly to emphasize his words. "You, an' Mikey, an' Don all mean more t' me than anythin'."

"But you and I always argue-"

"So does ev'ry otha' pair of brotha's in New York." Raph dead-panned, smirking. "It's what bro's do, it's jus' th' way it is!"

A small laugh left Leo, making Raph's smirk widen.

"So d'ya believe me, Leo? 'R do I gotta yell t' get some sense inta' tha' thick skull o' yers?" He asked, knocking his knuckles lightly against Leo's forehead. The elder terrapin frowned, but Raph simply snorted in amusement, moving back around to continue tending Leo's shell. "Ya can act like a real baka a' times, ya know tha'?"

"Takes one to know one, otouto." Leo shot back, flinching violently as another sharp pain shot through his shell. "I really wish you told me."

"Tol' ya what?"

"About how much it hurt to have a cracked shell. I knew it must've been painful, but..."

Raph shrugged in a noncommital manner.

"Didn' seem importan' at th' time. Why?"

Leo gave a sorrowful sigh, and Raph was surprised when his brother looked at him, blue eyes dark with sadness.

"Gomenasai, otouto."

"Ya've been sayin' tha' a lot more recen'ly. An' it ain' like ya coulda' done anythin'. Ya did all ya could, helpin' clean out th' infection from th' cracks an' wrappin' it all up."

"I know, I just...maybe I could've goften my hands on some stronger painkillers, or-"

Raph snorted, humored by the idea.

"Don'cha rememba'? Donnie says th' mutagen in us makes most'a th' painkillers out there not work on us. Anythin' stronga' an' I woulda' been outta it fer days." Setting aside the cloth he held, Raph shifted so that he could wrap an arm around Leo's shoulders. "Ya did what ya could t' help me. An' now, I'm doin' what I can t' help ya."

Leo smiled slightly, leaning into the sideways embrace.

"Hai."

For a good long while, silence fell, Raph wrapping up Leo's shell, and Leo simply sitting still, thinking to himself.

Raph stood with a grunt, turning to help Leo stand. Slinging one of the older turtle's arms over a shoulder Raph led his brother out of the room, moving slow so Leo wouldn't strain his sprained ankle.

"So what's on the agenda for tonight? I'm assuming there is one, since you're helping me downstairs instead of making me get some more sleep."

Raph huffed slightly, amused As they carefully made their way down to the main level of the lair. Everything was quiet, making even their hushed voices sound like bellowing calls. The damp brick walls were chilled, but warm air filled the rooms, thanks to Donnie's genius. A flickering florescant light flicked above the center of the den, dimly lighting the way for anyone who decided to have a late-night snack.

"Sleep's overrated." Raph replied. "'Sides, I know ya well enough t' know ya've been goin' crazy, not bein' able t' train."

Leo took in the sly grin on Raph's face And was immediately cautious.

"And..?"

"I came up with a way fer ya t' train, without irritatin' yer injuries."

Joy and surprise lit in Leo's eyes.

"Really?"

"Yeah." A slight look of irritation came to Raph's face. "Why does ev'ryone assume I don' use my head?"

Leo grinned.

"Because you usually don't follow your head."

Raph growled slightly, scowling.

"I-"

"You almost always follow your heart, otouto."

Raph fell silent, cheeks dusting a darker hue.

"Sometimes ya can be real sappy, bro." He finally muttered, trying to dismiss his embarrassment.

Leo's grin widened.

"Not really. I just enjoy embarrassing you sometimes."

They entered the dojo, and Raph had Leo sit on the floor.

"Stay 'ere." Was all the younger terrapin said before leaving the room.

Confused, but not about to stand on his sore ankle, Leo sighed and settled for simply looking around at the familiar setting. His sensitive sense of smell caught several scents that lingered from the last training session, and each was one he knew by heart: Mikey's scent, which was of pizza (no surprise) and the crisp paper of his comics. Donnie's, the smell of oil and metal (both from his inventions and such). Raph's scent was heavier, since he spent more time than Mikey and Donnie in the training room, and his scent was of the city, since he spent as much time above ground now as he did in the dojo. Splinter's was warm, something Leo and his brothers associated with comfort and kindness, the slightly spiced scent of the incense that constantly seemed to burn in their sensei's room.

Leo was pulled from his thoughts when Raph returned, something in his hand. The red-clad turtle kneeled down in front of the older terrapin, taking Leo's injured ankle in a hand. Once sitting on folded legs, Raph set the foot in his lap.

"April helped me do some research on th' down-low, so docta' Don wouldn' find out what she an' I were up t'." He explained as, setting aside the item he held, he carefully began to unwrap the bandages around the ankle. "Was April's idea, actually. When I tol' her ya couldn' train with yer ankle screwed up like it is, an' she remembered hear in' abou' this."

The hot-head picked up the item he had set aside, holding it up so Leo could see.

"What is it, exactly?" Leo asked. He and his brothers were still quite naive on human things.

"Ankle brace." The Red-clad terrapin replied. The sound of velcro came as he undid cloth straps. "S'pose t' he people who've got ankle probl'ms. It took awhile, but April managed t' find one that'd fit an' be strong 'nough t' let'cha stand on yer own."

"Really?" Leo asked, looking wary but hopeful. Raph grinned in return, nodding.

"Yeah. Couldn' find anythin. Fer yer wrist though, s'rry."

Leo shook his head quickly.

"I can survive using one hand." He quickly replied, beaming.

"An' one otha' thing." Raph said, fixing his brother with a look.

"Don't tell Donnie." Both said in unison. Leo gave a knowing look, while Raph chuckled, looking back to the ankle he fixed in the brace.

"Yeah." Finished, he stood, offering a hand to his blue-banded brother. "C'mon. Wanna run through some katas? Tha' shouldn' rip yer stitches."

"Hai." Leo agreed quickly, moving to the nearby weapons rack and grabbing one of his katana.

The familiar weight of the blade in his hand was soothing to the leader. He felt safer than he had in a whole three weeks.

Raph watched as his brother rolled the weapon experimentally. His brother seemed far more at ease now, his bright blue eyes showing pure joy.

"Ready?" Raph asked as Leo turned to him.

The shorter turtle nodded.

"Yeah, we should start with basics. I'll count it out."

The two took similar stances, the younger with sai, the older with his single katana. Leo took a deep breath.

"Ichi!"

Both took a step, falling into new stances, blocking above their heads with their weapons.

"Ni!"

Another stance, this time a strike instead of a block.

"San!"

The two turtles both gave a yell as they spun and struck at the air again.

"Shi!"

Both raised a leg, standing balanced on their left legs, this time a block for a vertical strike.

"Go!"

Falling into another stance, a strike.

"Roku!"

Both jumped up, landing and going to strike-

A cry of pain left Leo when he landed, and he fell to one knee, grabbing at his ankle with a pained grimace. Raph hurried over, crouching beside his brother.

"Oniichan?!"

"G-Genki desu, otouto." Leo managed, standing with Raph's aid. "In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to jump and land on my right foot."

Raph rolled his eyes.

"Ya think?" He asked sarcastically.

Leo looked at Raph, quiet for a moment. Raph fidgeted under his big brother's gaze.

"What?" He finally demanded, scowling.

"Arigato." Leo suddenly said.

Raph blinked.

"Huh? Fer what?"

Leo shrugged.

"For...well, for everything. The past three weeks would've been horrible...if you and the others hadn't been here for me. But especially you. I mean, if you hadn't been around, my shell wouldn't be healing as well as it is, and with my wrist and ankle being so jacked up? Your helping me walk around and do things...you've been more helpful than you can believe. So arigato, otouto."

Raph stared at him for a long moment...then smiled.

"Doitashimashite, oniichan."

Japanese Translations!:

Hai = Yes

Oniichan = Big Brother

Otouto = Little Brother

Gomenasai = Sorry/I'm Sorry

Arigato = Thanks/ Thank You

Genki Desu = I'm Fine/I Am Fine

Ichi = One

Ni = Two

San = Three

Shi = Four

Go = Five

Roku = Six

Doitashimashite = You're Welcome/You Are Welcome