#xjustanotherclone

Sh' Okanabo had mixed feelings about obtaining one of his clones. Especially since Dark Leonardo would be the most difficult to break, both of his will and of his seemingly natural protective instincts. It was, in reality, a better quality than he originally anticipated, but all the same, it did not change how difficult it became.

Sorting through the clone's thoughts was one of the more challenging aspects of the job. It wasn't difficult to piece together the story, but it was difficult to place thoughts. All the while, despite the stoic expression, the terrapin's inner emotions ran rampant, rife with...what was the correct word to use? Energy, perhaps. Or intensity. No matter what the correct term was, it was no end of amusement for the alien.

Leonardo absolutely hated it. His skin and scales were rubbed raw under the unforgiving metal of his chains, and watching his own memories played back was torturous at best. The dank, musty hole reminded him too much of his home. What he wouldn't give to be home. And with memories of home came back the worry of not being with his brothers.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that I'm stuck here. Don's fine. Raph and Mikey are fine. This was usually followed by a wave of despair that flowed in. Sh' Okanabo was rather intrigued with the two clones' interactions with one another. When he first saw the moments prior to the elder's capture, he assumed it was simply a gesture similar to how a toddler clutches an older sibling for comfort if a parent wasn't available. Now...

And these were also the most entertaining to put the turtle through. Whenever he saw a tender moment when his brother had broken down and he had swept in to help, his stoic expression wavered, occasionally faltered, but never long enough for Sh' Okanabo to analyze it properly. Another collection of memories Sh' Okanabo particularly enjoyed were the two terrapins' coupling.

Not for his own pleasure, of course, but simply for the reasons behind it and what went through the elder and dominant partner's mind during these. Which was next to nothing except a silent plea that these little pleasures would make up for what he hadn't done in the past. Somehow, though, Sh' Okanabo wasn't surprised at how little his clone thought during mating. He was an alpha, and he was driven by pheromones and sex drive more strongly than the other three. Or so he supposed.

And there was the other quirk of Dark Leonardo's personality that simply made Sh' Okanabo smug. Every time he mentioned the odd lack of thought during sex and the animalistic behaviors of this, he would receive a low growl in response. It showed one of two things. The first, and most likely, was that the clone was embarrassed at what he did, and the second was that he was actually being subliminally protective. Odd, but not improbable.

Perhaps this would be useful.

Yet another day. Leo was beginning to feel his hunger gnaw at him like an angry rat. He hadn't eaten since the day he was caught, however long ago that was. In came his creator. Unsurprisingly, Leonardo always felt his stomach rebel against the thought of the alien being his creator. Once more, he was pulled into thoughts of forming in his tube, and his jump from the soft warmth of his little glass hole in the wall to the harsh cold of reality. Then his first look at his brothers...

"I have noted, creation, rather amusedly, that you care rather...deeply, for your intelligent brother. Do you not?" Leo turned his head and grunted in response. To be expected. "I'm sure you would like to see him again, correct?" No response this time. "Well, you may. Why don't I put him on the monitor for you?" God damnit, stop showing me the two of us fucking... "Don! Yer eatin' whether ya like it or not!"

Leo was torn away from his thoughts of disgust, although he was reluctant to look at whatever was next on his line of mem- Wait... This...it's not another memory. What is it, then...? No... No, no, no!

Don was holding the door to his lab shut as Raphael and Michelangelo attempted to force their way in. Donatello was notably thinner than he had been in his most recent memory. His muscles had less substance and tone, his eyes seemed to have sunken into their sockets, and his scales, oh, his beautiful, gorgeous rich violet scales! They all looked loose, flaky, dry, pale, and sickly. It was a wonder he was keeping the combined might of the remaining two at bay.

What did I do to him? Donnie... With a final shove, Don forced the sheet metal doors back, looped a chain through the handles, and then propped a large piece of what seemed to be scrap metal against the door to hold it. He backed away and sat at his small desk, papers strewn all over it. This was where the camera was, though if it was on something, he couldn't tell. The various tubes and beakers next to him fizzed and bubbled with some manner of a chemical mix, even threatening to melt one of the various tubes.

"How badly do I want to drink this? How much longer do I want to wait for him...when he'll never come back?" No! Donnie, don't do it, please! I'm right here! Donnie, no... Donnie...please... "Mm. I may as well be insane." The genius picked up the beaker and held it up, seeming to study it. Leo turned away so he didn't have to see the horrible outcome.

But something fizzed loudly, and when Leo looked back up, he saw that his brother had dumped it on one of his gauntlets, which remained as if nothing had touched it but air. "Well... That improvement worked. Not like it's of any use to finding Leo. If he isn't already..." Tears welled up in his eyes, softened by weeks of hunger and loss. "What's wrong with me? Why did I have to fucking listen to him?!"

Don slammed his head down, causing the whole table to shake. "At least if I'd gotten to him, we'd be dead together. I sure as hell wouldn't hurt so much." Hurt didn't even come close to what Leo was feeling. He was being ripped apart, watching what was happening. He really did wish he was dead. Anything was better than watching this. "No... Donnie, please. Don't...do anything stupid." Leo wanted nothing more than to reach through the screen and love on his little brother. To tell him that he was okay. To make him eat, to make him feel better, to make sure he took care of himself...something.

But here he was. Trapped in a dank, musty hole. Without anyone but the Kanabo who made him. Sh' Okanabo, who Leo had entirely forgotten about, tapped a command, and the screen went black. "Very interesting," he muttered to himself, nearly inaudible. "Leonardo. Perhaps I can offer you a trade. You may leave, but I will take, in exchange, your brother Raphael, or even your youngest sibling as well. I can take them, and you can go to your beloved Donatello. Fair trade?"

"You can't have any of them... Hear me? You won't get any of them but me!" "But what use are you? After all, you've thought that yourself many times. Why should I think different? Besides. If not now, I'll have them soon enough." Leo's heart sank. He didn't want to give up his two younger brothers to be with his mate, but he didn't want Donnie caught either. "Or..." Leo was snapped away from his inner turmoil, somewhat gratefully.

"Or you can do my bidding once more. If you do as I say, your brothers can see you, unharmed. And you may see them in a similar state. Do you accept?" Everything, down to the twitching of his eye, was screaming, begging, pleading, Don't do it! It's Dunn all over again! But...Leo wanted just as badly to see his lover again, just to make Don feel better. With much reluctance, Leonardo nodded, to which Sh' Okanabo grinned, and, after clicking a device resembling a thin collar onto his neck, released the terrapin, who fled immediately.