This Morning Was Good

Donatello liked peaceful mornings. He liked awaking because of his alarm clock, not because Mikey broke into his room. He liked to take it easy during those first few minutes of a new day, to allow his brain to start up slowly and soundly.
As Donatello descended down the stairs to the kitchen, he liked the silent pull of the coffee pot and how mechanically his body moved to it. He liked the soft bubbling of boiling water and the strong aroma of coffee that filled the whole room.
Donatello sighed in content and sank into a chair, cradling his favourite mug. Yes, this morning was good.
Raphael came in, silent, clumsy and still half asleep. His morning fix was a bowl of cereals. He grunted to acknowledge Don’s presence and made his breakfast.
Shortly after, Leonardo made an appearance. He was completely awake because he had already exercised in his room and had a shower to greet a new day.
“Good morning, Donnie. Raph.”
“Morning,” muttered Donatello.
“Humph,” said Raphael, mouth busy crunching.
Leo cocked his head to the side and said: “You haven’t warmed your milk, have you?”
Raph shot him a look and didn’t bother with an answer.
“You should, you know,” Leonardo continued, fetching a bowl of his own. “It tastes better when the milk is warm.”
Donatello glanced at Raphael. He was almost sure that Leo wasn’t doing it on purpose, but the well meant advice was already having a negative effect.
“And what’s more, in warm milk the cereals soften much quicker. Personally I hate the feeling of the hard bits digging into my gums. We have a microwave now, we should use it.” Leo gave Don an appreciative look. “Thanks again, Donny.”
Raphael’s spoon hit the table loudly. “Enough!” Raph snapped. Donatello jumped up. Not that he hadn’t been expecting the outburst, it was just too near and too early in the morning. “I don’t care if you like your breakfast warm or cold. You can eat it out of the toilet for all I care. Just let me eat, alright?”
“You don’t have to get so defensive,” Leo observed and sat down.
“Shut up,” Raphael growled and elbowed him.
“I was just trying to give a piece of advice, what’s wrong with that?” Leo punched his arm lightly.
“I’ll tell ya what’s wrong with that – stop trying to control my life!” Raphael threw a punch and his hand was caught in Leo’s palm.
“That’s what’s bothering you, hot-head?”
“Splinter Junior, when will you pull that stick out of yer ass?”
“You never listen to me!”
Finally Donatello couldn’t take it. “Guys!” he said sharply, rising from the table. His brothers looked at him in surprise as he went around the table and pulled them apart. “Seriously, do you expect to solve anything like this? You’ve broken about every law of arguments by now. I’ll tell you what. Leo, we’d like to enjoy our breakfast in peace and quiet. It’s Raph’s own problem whether he warms his milk or not, so you needn’t comment on it. Raph, Leo is concerned for you and he’s trying to help. If you listen to his advice for once and tell him that you like it another way, he won’t bring it up again. Is it clear?” He looked at the two strongly.
To his confusion, they exchanged a glance. Suddenly he felt antagonism from both of them, as they united in defiance of his advice.
“It is, Don.” Leo cleared his throat. “Um, it’s not like we don’t appreciate your effort, but really, you don’t have to do this.”
“We can handle it. If you come between us, you could get hurt,” Raphael added. Donatello stared in disbelief at his brothers who were suddenly in perfect tandem.
“You’re clearly misunderstanding each other completely,” he dissented. “You argue every day, and about such petty things too! I can’t stand seeing such a…” he gestured for a word, “disharmony. Honestly, I just want you to get on. Your bad energies hurt me.”
Raphael and Leonardo looked at each other with guilt.
“Don, you don’t understand,” Leo said.
“We don’t fight to solve anything,” Raph continued.
“We just enjoy the thrill. Measuring our powers against each other,” Leo gave an apologetic smile.
Donatello’s eye ridges climbed nearly to the crown of his head. “You argue because you like it?”
The two turtles exchanged glances again. “Yeah. Sort of,” Raphael confirmed.
“That’s just twisted,” Donatello shook his head and sat back, hiding his utter disconcert behind his coffee mug. A silent eye conversation occurred one last time, then Raphael shrugged and dug into his breakfast.
Donatello’s head buzzed. It didn’t make sense. How could they enjoy the fighting when to him it looked like they were on the brink of strangling each other? More than once he’d been worried that when Raphael left the Lair after a bad fight, he wouldn’t come back. He saw how heavily stress lay on Leonardo’s shoulders afterwards, and he had done much to try and soothe it.
How could they enjoy fighting on such a good morning too? Not to mention they spoiled it for him…
A stray kick landed on Don’s shin. Leonardo cleared his throat and said: “I still think that you should warm the milk.”

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