The Main Thing Is to Focus

Sliding the door shut quietly, Leonardo turned around, head bowed. His master was sitting cross-legged opposite him, watching him with flashing eyes.
Leonardo swallowed. “Did you call me master?”
Master Splinter beckoned him to sit. As a good pupil Leonardo kneeled, waiting for it to come.
It had to be any moment now. Master would wear this expression solely when he intended to scold him. In that case Leonardo could only grit his teeth and listen.
“My son…”
Here it goes.
“Lately occurrences have been happening here that should not leave this lair.”
Oh, so that’s what it was about. Immediately Leonardo felt a little better. He’d already decided how to deal with this.
“I respect you and your brothers in your decisions. I am glad to see you so close-packed and united again.”
Oh wow, a pat on the back? Okay, very roundabout, but Leonardo fancied that considering how little sensei praised him, he could as well privately interpret it as recognition of his good leader approach.
„However, I would also be glad…“ Master Splinter sighed, blowing a few whiskers away from his mouth. “If you granted an old teacher a little peace.”
Leonardo sat up. “Sensei?” he asked uncertainly.
“Leonardo, please. You know very well that in my old age, I lose my senses and hearing tends to start failing first. For all that…” His whiskers twitched. “…I would rather that while watching All My Children I do not hear…”
Leonardo waited patiently for him to finish the sentence. Then it struck him and he went as red as beetroot. Master Splinter didn’t want to hear the sounds they made when having sex.
“I-I’m sorry master. It won’t happen again,” he managed to say. Splinter nodded and smiled tentatively.
“I don’t want to spoil your fun boys…” Leonardo’s head shot up – he could never get used to such allusions. “But bear in mind not to spoil mine either.”
“Yes master,” agreed Leonardo, anxious to get out. Or wait, the room was congenial. Sort of fresh, calming. There was scent of mint tea in the air. But after such a discussion he couldn’t stay in his master’s sight. Only…
“I was just preparing for the Quantum Light Meditation. Your favourite. Would you like to join me my student?” Splinter invited him, dispelling all doubts at once.
“I’d love to sensei,” Leonardo accepted, moving to sit by Splinter’s side. Extending his hand, the furry teacher switched on his player. The room was filled with pleasant music.
The principle of the Quantum Light Meditation was to focus only on one’s breath. When they did it for the first time, Leonardo had a hard time not falling asleep. (He wouldn’t be the only one.) But the longer he tried, the more he liked it. Its author promised to teach a man within two hours all that meditating has to offer. As a teenage turtle, Leonardo didn’t receive all this, but it had something to say to him every time.
Let the thoughts flow around and return to his breath. To his breath.
Creaking of rusty springs.
Leonardo frowned in irritation and then realised what it was. He instantly knew how sensei must have felt. Meditating or not, Leonardo had to put an end to this.
As silently as possible he got up and slipped out of the room. Closing the door behind him and looking around, his apprehensions came true. From the couch ragged breathing carried to his ears and in the television’s light he saw flowing shapes hinting the limbs of his brothers.
“Guys!” he hissed, running over.
Two pairs of eyes looked at him from the couch, one blue, one amber, both set in a flushed face.
“Whaddaya want Leo?” Raphael barked at him. Leonardo needed a moment to get his bearings because seeing Mikey and Raph together was always a delightful sight. He blushed a little and Raph took it his way.
“Wanna join?” he offered with a cunning smile.
“Hey, we can take this to Donnie and have a mad foursome! It’s been ages since the last time we did it!” Michelangelo joined in, all but ready to throw Raph off.
“N… no!” Leonardo’s brain cells finally started up. “Guys, I have to talk to you about something!”
“Ahh, you wanna talk?” Michelangelo pulled a face.
“I don’t mind as long as ya talk quietly and about something nice,” Raphael bargained. Leonardo shook his head – he had a mission, he wasn’t allowed to focus on the growing pressure under his plastron!
“No, that’s not my point! Could you separate for a moment and listen to what I have to say?” He glanced in the direction of Donatello’s room. “Don should hear it as well. Why don’t we go over to his place?”
“I knew there wold be a foursome!” Michelangelo squealed triumphally, throwing Raphael off and jumping to his feet. “What are we waiting for?”
“Grrr…” Raphael rumbled, getting off the floor.
“Vrr!” Mikey growled at him, laughing cheerfully. “Come on, come on!”
Leonardo palmed his face and sighed. “Let’s go,” he affirmed and they all went to Donatello’s room.
“Hello Don!” Raphael reported in a tone that implied unequivocally what they were up to. Donatello looked up from his computer seeming anything but pleased.
“Hi guys. What have you got?” he asked mildly.
“Erec-”
Leonardo covered Mikey’s mouth before something inappropriate came out of it. “We have to talk,” he said instead, seeing the enthusiasm drain from Donatello’s face.
“Did something happen?” Don asked in confusion.
“Something is happening,” Leonardo corrected him, trustfully uncovering Michelangelo’s mouth.
“…tionnn!” Mikey spat out as if pressure had built up in his mouth. “Hey,” he turned to Leo. “Why did you do that?”
“So that you don’t poison Donnie’s air with your stupidity Mikey,” Raphael answered instead. “What did you wanna talk about Leo?” he said, making it clear that a speech longer than twenty seconds would be ignored.
Leonardo was aware of that, so he made it short. “Look guys.” All three stepped closer to him. “Splinter doesn’t want us to… He can hear us doing it. He says we should turn it down, that he wants his peace and quiet.”
Michelangelo whistled. “Who’d have thought that the old rat still has ears like a lynx!”
“Shut up Mikey,” Raphael suggested.
“We’ll be quieter,” Donatello promised. Leonardo could see that he was still entertaining the idea that Raphael’s greeting had given him. Not that Leo would mind such a prospect… Damn. He wasn’t focusing again.
Meanwhile Mikey had begun quarrelling with Raph about which senses were abandoning Splinter. Sidling up to Leonardo, Donatello said:
“If you want, I could soundproof a room in the lair. I’m sure it could be done without professional equipment, I’ve seen a video of a guy doing it with egg cartons.”
“We’ll have an omelette!” Michelangelo cried out happily, apparently having caught a bit of the conversation.
Growling at him again, Raphael began running him to the wall.
“No, I mean it! We’ll make a love lair. It’ll be a lair in the lair! It’ll have pink wallpapers and there’ll be whips and handcuffs and an iron maiden in case Raph wants to jib!”
“Mikey, I doubt you know what purpose an iron maiden serves,” Donatello started. Unneeded to say, the rest of his sentence was lost in general ignorance.
“Will you shut up, or should I shut you up?” Raphael threatened.
Michelangelo shrieked as his shell bumped into the wall and Raphael was on him in no time and…
Alright, that was enough, Leonardo had to focus.
“Yeah, that would do well,” he told Donatello regarding the sound isolation. With visible effort Donatello tore his eyes away from the couple, which was sliding down the wall, and nodded.
“I’ll start as soon as I can,” he promised. His gaze moved over from Leonardo’s face to those two. Leonardo rubbed his eyes and then jumped when Mikey’s high-pitched scream pierced through the lair. Willy-nilly he looked there and found Raphael tickling him to get between his legs. Michelangelo’s yelps indeed had the tendency to turn into excited moans. Leonardo made a decision.
“Alright guys, get up,” he walked over, pulling them to their feet. “We’re going to Leatherhead’s. He’s out for a couple of days, isn’t he Donny?” he turned to the genius.
“Ah, yeah,” the latter responded with slight delay, his eyes glinting under the mask. “I’ll take everything needed. Give me a moment,” and he ran off. What for, Leonardo could guess.
“Eh,” Raphael manifested. “We have to wait fer so long?” He scanned all three brothers lustfully.
“What is it Raphie, can’t handle something so hard?” Michelangelo joked, earning a slap.
“Your double entendres’re starting to piss me off!” Raphael snapped.
“Just ‘cause you can’t say them yourself!” Michelangelo giggled. Leonardo caught himself before smiling. Mikey was right but he couldn’t show he agreed because it would make Raph angry. And with him anger and arousal was a very dangerous combination.
“I have it dudes!” Donatello called from the door, his tool bag over his shoulder. …Guess what tools were in it. Leonardo gulped and walked to him.
“Are we going?” he asked his two brothers who were demonstrating Graeco-Roman wrestling. Raphael looked at him and let go of Michelangelo’s head.
“Yeah, let’s go,” he said darkly, coming to them. He spared Michelangelo a sinister, telling look and left the room first.
“We takin’ weapons?” he asked mainly Leonardo.
“Of course,” Leo answered. The pack scattered temporarily to retrieve their weapons.
Michelangelo put his arms through Donatello’s, wheedling contents of his bag out of him. Leonardo’s brother only smiled and entertained him with proverbs such as “Everything comes to him who waits.” Leonardo glanced back at the door to Splinter’s room. It was closed, but for a short moment of understanding Leonardo could swear that he knew his master was laughing quietly in there.
And after all, what more to wish for, he thought as the united forces of his brothers pushed him to Leatherhead’s den to have a good… focus, focus!

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