Captured
Chapter 1: Rescued and Kissed

A/N: I know I shouldn't be posting another story but here it is. To let you know, there is BL in here so please don't be shocked when you read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own or know the TMNT.

He opened his eyes. The gentle pressure of the crest he wore on his forehead reminded him where he was. Sighing, he slipped out of the bed that was his, at the moment.

Brown, blank eyes searched the room, sweeping over every inch. He pulled on the robe he was told to wear and he looked at the blue design on his green skin.

The design reminded him of fire, so hot it was blue. He remembered the hot white pain as the design was embedded into his skin. He kept the shudder from showing, knowing someone was watching. He faced the door and bowed low.

"It is good to see you up, He'Leo," the monk said. "Time fore your morning stroll."

He bowed as the monk left and he left the room. He walked slowly out of his room and down the hall. He entered the courtyard and began down the same trail he walks twice a day.

The courtyard was the same size as the four buildings surrounding it placed 2x2. Trees grew thick before opening up to a small, circular, wild grass field and benches were scattered in the courtyard. The path he took stayed in the thickness of the trees, avoiding all the benches and the field.

He stopped, something glittering ahead of him. Two butterflies, one red and one blue, were fluttering towards him, dancing as something like fairy dust fell from their wings. He stood still and watched, his face expressionless and no emotion coming to his eyes.

The butterflies danced around him, his eyes catching every flutter of the wings. The butterflies broke from the dance around him and started towards the field. Mind blank, clothing and skin covered in the dust, he followed the dancing butterflies.

The sun was sharp in the field, playing off the dust falling from the wings and off the wings themselves. He covered his eyes, still following the butterflies, as the wind started to kick up. The butterflies danced around him again and some sort of sound grew above his head, being ignored.

"Leo!"

The call was faint against the noise and his head shot up. A helicopter hovered above him as a green face with a red bandanna looked down from the side door. His expression didn't change as the red clad creature and an orange clad creature came down on harnesses.

"Leo! You OK?" the red clad turtle called over the noise. His expression didn't change as the orange clad turtle gently scooped the butterflies into a jar, a worried glance exchanged between the two turtles. "Hang on, Leo! I'm getting ya outa here!"

The orange clad turtle nodded as the red clad one wrapped an arm around his ribs. "Pull us up," the orange clad turtle said into a headset. He was jerked off his feet as the red clad turtle was pulled up.

The red clad turtle helped him into the helicopter as the helicopter began to climb. Hands started to pull off his robe and he helped. The dust that had clung to robe through the intense wind finally let go and covered his skin once more.

The red clad turtle touched the band, the crest, and he kept himself from wincing as the turtle did so. No pain came, though. Instead, the band was removed. He blinked. The red clad turtle was smiling but when the turtle saw the blank, confused gaze, the turtle frowned.

"Leo, what's wrong?"

He blinked, not knowing why the turtle was calling him that. His eyes scanned the creature and noted the twin Sai. "I am sorry to be rude, Warrior, Sir. I have never been called 'Leo.' Nothing is wrong. Not unless you are taking me to a battle. I am sorry, Sir, but I am unarmed and do not know how to fight."

He watched as the turtle's color disappeared. The turtle reached up and undid the red bandanna. The fabric fell to the floor of the helicopter as Sais followed, clattering loudly. Wristbands, elbow pads, and knee pads left the turtle's body and he watched intently.

The turtle before him stepped forward and the turtle's brown eyes held both fear and sadness as the turtle touched his cheek. He was startled, slightly, but the hand felt familiar. "What has happened to you, Leo? Your eyes used to be full of life."

"I-I don't understand."

The turtle winced and placed a hand on his other cheek. The turtle pressed his beak against his and the sensation was startling but pleasant. The turtle pulled back slightly, whispering, "I hope this helps."

The kiss returned and passion was added. He placed his hand on the back of the turtle's neck, becoming more and more drawn into the kiss. The turtle leaned back, pulling him, and the turtle's hands began to move as the turtle collapsed on the makeshift bed on the floor, him on top.

The helicopter ride was quick and he shifted, realizing he had fallen asleep. The turtle he was using as a pillow shifted and looked down at him. "Have a nice nap?"

He nodded, smiling sweetly. The turtle returned the smile and kissed his forehead. "Come on. Master Splinter's going to want to talk to you."

He nodded and stood, swaying. The turtle grabbed one arm while a crocodile grabbed his other one. "Easy, Leonardo. Not too fast."

He looked up at the crocodile, slightly confused. Nodding, he gripped the turtle's arm and the turtle chuckled sadly. "I can watch him from here, Leatherhead."

The crocodile nodded and the turtle lead him out of the helicopter. Shaking from nerves, he stayed as close as he could to the turtle. The turtle lead him into the main area in the place he was now in. The turtle took him into a room where a rat sat kneeling before a table.

The turtle smiled, putting on a mask. "Here he is, Sensei. He's a bit shaken up but I think he'll come around."

"Thank you, Raphael," the rat said, not looking up. The turtle bowed and freed himself from him. He reached after the turtle but the hurt look in the turtle's brown eyes told him the turtle wasn't going to stay. Fear and sadness wrapped him in a fold he wasn't use to and it scared him. Moving fast, he wrapped his arms around the turtle from behind. "Don't go! Please don't go. I don't want to be alone any more. I don't want to be afraid."

Both the rat and the turtle were shocked and the turtle smiled, turning him his grip. The turtle held him tight as the turtle whispered, "I won't leave. I promise."

He smiled through the tears streaming down his face. The turtle pulled back and lead him to sit before the rat. He gripped the turtle's hand tightly as the rat sighed and looked up.

"Leonardo, do you know where you are?" the rat asked gently.

He looked at the turtle and the turtle nodded. "No, Sir, I don't know where I am."

The rat sighed and stood. The rat walked around the table and stood before him. His grip on the turtle's hand tightened, the turtle wincing from the pressure. He instantly let go and looked at the turtle, pleading. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to."

The turtle blushed, raising his hands in a weak surrender. "Leo, it's OK. You got spook. It's OK. K?"

The turtle cupped his cheek and smiled gently. He started to calm but jolted when the rat touched him. He spun his head, fear in his movement. The turtle forced his gaze back at the turtle. "Leo, look at me. Pay attention to me. I want you to ignore what your body is going to tell you for the next few minutes and just listen to Sensei. Keep your eyes linked with mine. OK?"

He nodded and calmed. He kept his eyes locked with the turtle's and ignored the rat's touch. "Leonardo, you are now home. You were captured after a battle that drove you mad. You had the blood of your brothers on your hands from their wounds and your own. You said you couldn't get the blood off; you would rub your hands raw for hours on end. You stopped wearing your gear, your bandanna. You went out with Raphael to be alone with him to maybe clear your mind. However, when Raphael returned, he was alone. He was wounded, bloody, and kept saying over and over again that he could have done more. Donatello finally got out of Raphael what he was talking about and when he did, it shocked all of us.

"Raphael was out of it for several weeks before Donatello brought his mood up with an idea. Raphael and you had butterflies genetically enhanced, thanks to Donatello. Donatello informed us that he could make it that the butterflies could be changed slightly to be able to find you. Raphael instantly agreed and it took Donatello and Leatherhead three months to figure out how to do so. Michelangelo insisted that he was the one to release the butterflies and Donatello said it was OK.

"When Michelangelo released the butterflies, your red one and Raphael's blue one, they fluttered around him for a while. A dust fluttered off their wings as they started for the sky. When Michelangelo joined his brothers in the helicopter, Donatello told them that the dust was a sort of tracking dust. It won't blow away from the wind but it was light enough not to be noticed. Donatello told me as Michelangelo had gone up to release the butterflies.

"They were gone for four hours before Leatherhead and I received information that they found you. Michelangelo contacted me while you were on your way home and said that you had fallen asleep with Raphael. I had hoped that meant you remembered your family, that nothing had changed but what I had hoped apparently wasn't true."

The rat fell silent and he looked up, meeting the rat's gentle gaze. Silence hung in the room before he said something. "I was captured? But I thought that I had always been there. That's what the monk said."

The rat sighed, cupping his cheek. "What is your name?"

"The monk called me He'Leo," he said, shifting his gaze. "The others called me Creature."

The rat winced, so did the turtle, and this confused him. Frowning, he met the turtle's gaze. "Is something wrong?"

"Creature is a harsh name we've had to live with," the rat sighed. "There are things that we have had to live with and being called creature is one of them."

"But being a creature is a good thing," he stated, becoming even more confused. "I mean, everyone is a creature, right? Human, animal, all of those are creatures. I took no offence to being called Creature. That's what I am."

The turtle's expression changed as his did. The turtle cupped his cheek and force him to meet the familiar brown gaze. "What is it?"

"The monks were not nice to me when I made a mistake or acted out. I was told not to speak and to never leave the room I was designated. My room assignment would change and I learned how to be invisible without getting hurt. This, however, is different. When I acted out on the helicopter, I wasn't hurt. I was never allowed to show feelings, I was… I was hollow, I guess.

"The main monk who watched over me kept me from using any sort of weapon or training. It was a few months ago when he did so. I was confused, disoriented as well, because I had just gone through the worst pain I had ever felt. The monk said that the design on my skin is an honor to have but every time I do something wrong, they burn."

The turtle jumped to his feet, cutting him off. "I'll be right back."

He hurried to his feet after the turtle, calling after, "Wait! Come back!" The rat had a hold of his wrist and he started to panic. He didn't want to be alone, not with the rat. The rat had the same presence as the monk and it scared him. He struggled with the rat, fear growing as the grip on his wrist grew. Instinctively, he turned his wrist against the rat's thumb and the grip released. He dogged another grab and hurried after the turtle. The orange clad turtle blocked his way, asking, "Leo, what's wrong?"

He didn't stop to answer. Instead, he flipped over the turtle and continued to run. The turtle and a purple clad turtle came out of a room in a hurry and he collided with the turtle, crying. "Don't leave me. Don't let me be alone with the rat. Please."

Shocked excretions were on the turtle's and the purple clad's. The turtle wrapped his arms around him and whispered, "OK."

He started to calm down and the turtle slowly rubbed his shell and the purple clad turtle placed a hand on his arm. He winced and the hand was removed. "Leo, I have to remove the design on your skin."

Shock and fear grew on his face and the turtle tighten his grip. "Don't worry, Leo. Donnie will make you sleep for the process. You won't feel a thing."

He looked up at the turtle. "You'll be with me though the whole thing?"

The turtle laughed. "I'll be the first thing you see when you wake up."

He smiled, relaxing, and rested his head on the turtle's shoulder. "I'm glad."

A/N: To let you know, He'Leo sounds like helio.