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[He twists the blade away, behind his back for a moment and then gets in a ready stance.]

Don! Talk to me!

[He doesn't know who Leonardo was sending a message to but it's clear it hit the twin. Annoying.]

[So he really didn't know who he messaged?]

[What would Mind Leo do?]

You asked Hunter if he really deserved better than his uncle? What the shell is wrong with you?!

[It's not a lie if it's technically true and that makes for a far more convincing act. He just knows who he can really be mad at.]

[Time to see how thrown off he can make him.]

[Another spin, another adjust to his grip, thrusting forward with several quick jabs.]

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Not- [Dodging again, jumping back with each jab before using the blade to parry the last one, to knock the bo away.]

Not like that! Self-reflection, Dee!

[Now to see... If he can turn this around. He portals himself out of this spot, coming out of one just above and behind Donatello with katana raised for a downward slice.]

[The bo goes wide, and it dances along his fingers into another spin, pulling it close to his body.]

[Blue light, distortion and dancing shadows, the precise angle of re-entry.]

[He spins, extending his leg for balance as he lowers himself, and swings up to knock Leo away.]

Like anyone asking you if you deserved family treating you poorly would go well! He has a genetic relation to Belos, you know obsession is in their coding!

[He thinks he's getting the hang of this now...

Once he's knocked away, he rolls into another portal, but not appearing quite so immediately. He portals himself a little ways away, in the trees with the shadow and getting a breath. Hard to do this with the one arm. But maybe that will make it that much more satisfying.]

[He doesn't get the exact location, but the play of light give him the side he's at.]

[He doesn't obviously turn there. Pulling his bo close and moving closer to the trees, getting his back to a trunk. To limit the direction of the portals, at least effective ones.]

[He circles around it, put on the show of searching, but watching for another flicker of light from that part of the woods.]

Seriously, did you talk to the guy at all? Are you taking parenting tips from psychopaths now? It's the kind of move he'd make! Gaslight a poor kid whose been through enough from a colonizing puritan with a brother complex!

Is that it? Have you crossed our careful line of healthy codependency to turn full yandere like that idiotic emporer?

[Sometimes you say things deliberately to confuse an old man.]

[The FUCK is a yandere.

He doesn't answer though. One thing he's picked up from Leonardo's memories is that this whole fighting thing is reliant on silence and misdirection. So he'll play the part, since Donatello seems to not realize. Or maybe he does, and the words are getting a little too pointed.

But now he has Donatello in sight and watches from the shadows.]

[He shifts his body. Gets his broken arm to the side of the tree. He breathes, and activates the prosthetic arm, the device extending inside his sleeve, hand moving to hide it's light in his pocket, grabbing his kunai.]

[He can apologize to Leo later.]

[He keeps looking for light, listening for sounds, through the taunting makes that harder.]

Maybe I was wrong to worry about my similarities. Maybe it's yours?

I made a few friends and you decide to wreck your relationships? Treating people cruelly?

Do I need to worry about you murdering people I talk to? Are you going to kill me if I don't behave and try cloning me? That doesn't work, you know. Can't make a copy that matches your memories AND does what you want. It would never happen. I know, I've run that math. Anyone who thinks for two seconds would get it.

You should know better, Leo. I know I say you're dumb, but you're smarter than a cult leader from the 1600s.

[He still watches. Though the audacity of this demon turtle is getting on his nerves.

He needs to finish this quickly.

There's a blip of light to Donnie's right as he looks left, another to his front before it's gone again. A series of portals opening and closing in seconds meant to disorient as he's getting the hang of the turtle's ability like this.

Close then far away, then close again, now with the sound of metal. Until it finally appears immediately behind Donatello, katana blade pressing against the side of his neck.]

I would stop talking now.

[Light and he shifts again to the light-]

[Then another and another and Donnie's brain is fast, doing the calculations, but it's too much at once, even he can't get the angle in time, the seconds delay doesn't allow him to have the staff up in time.]

[He freezes, metal against his neck. Not so far from the other scar.]

... [He breaths.]

[The messages are ready, he knows the moments he'll have.]

That's the thing about us twins.

We don't shut up when told.

But you wouldn't know what real brothers, real family, is like, would you, Belos?

[The kunai lashes out to stab him in the thigh. The slower Leo's body is, the easier it'll be to get him pinned down.]

[The pain is sharp and immediate, a hiss through his teeth. But that's all right. This is Leonardo's body, so it's something he'll contend with later.

No, instead he shifts the weight, dragging the blade across that throat and using his momentum to make sure it cuts in deep.]

[He bites back the noise, specifically as a fuck you to Belos and to minimize the trauma for Leo, whatever awareness he has.]

[He drops the Bo and stumbles back to the tree, fabricated hand going to the wound, hand seeming to brace against the tree, slipping into his pocket.]

[He doesn't need to see the phone to send the messages. Not the addict he was.]

[He tries to staunch the blood flow, because it's what he would do. Even if the blood refuses to stop.]

That....jealous. Huh? Told you...I was better...

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[Leonardo watches that. Listens as he still drones on while he bleeds out of a slit throat. As Donnie stumbles back against the tree, Leonardo limps the few steps closer to be snout to snout.

He considers for a moment before yanking the kunai out of his thigh and quickly aims to jam it in the other side of Donnie's neck.

It only takes a moment. Looking him in the eyes and searching Leonardo's memories, the muscle memory. And lets out a single chirp. Twin.]

[There's another pained grimace, the fabricated hand letting go of the wound to grab the kunai. He's not stopping two wounds, but might as well attempt to keep the weapon away.]

[The chirp catches him off guard a moment]

[And then he laughs in his face. Wet, so incredibly wet and distorted.] Sad.

[Then he chirps back. The sound Leo always made before approaching a hidden Donnie.]

[He's coming for Leo.]

[Letting his own Ninpo flare up, reaching out, a promise, a reassurance.]

[Even as his legs start to give out, body only supported by the tree.]

[While Belos doesn't understand the meaning of that sound, Leo does. And deep in his own mind where he's being held, Leo's eye tears up watching this happen.

And then he feels the ninpo and he's done for, letting his weight hang against the restraints he's being kept in and lets himself cry.]

Well. I suppose now we're both brother-killers, aren't we, Leonardo?

[And he'll use Donnie's jacket to clean the blood from the blade before leaving.]

[~~Well, that's just rude.~~]

[He keeps a hold of the kunai for as long as his ninpo lasts. Which, well, is until he actually dies entirely. Fabrication is a stubborn one like that.]

[But as he slumps fully to the ground, eyes losing their light, he can feel his phone vibrate under his hand with the last sent message.]

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