20A/N: I was re-watching the first season for the 2003 series when this plot bunny hit me. What if the sword the Shredder gave Leonardo really did have mind control? This is my first fanfiction story. If I am doing something wrong please let me know.
Disclaimer: I really wish I did, but until my wish comes true, I do not own the turtles.
And now without further delay.
Never Accept A Sword From Strangers
Leonardo returned to the rooftops after his secret meeting with Oroku Saki. The blue banded turtle slowly rotated the centuries old katana in his hands as he admired the sword. "This is beautiful." Before he could say anything else Leonardo was interrupted by the sounds of three figures approaching.
"Leonardo, you've got some splainin to do." Michelangelo mocked in his best Ricky Ricardo impression.
"Nice letter opener, is that the price of selling out these days?" Raphael bitterly asked.
"No, it's not what you think." Leonardo remarked as he gripped the sword handle tightly. "Master Saki just suggested that we should join forces to fight a greater evil."
"Master Saki, what's up with that?" Raphael retorted as he pushed his brother.
"I thought we already had a Master, Master Splinter." Donatello emphasized.
Uncrossing his arms Michelangelo joined in on the discussion. "Master Splinter, remember him Leo? Real hairy guy, about this tall? I don't think we can just ditch him."
Leonardo felt his heart beat quicken as he gripped the sword hilt until his knuckles turned white. Unbeknownst to the turtles a red light started to blink on the tip of the sword's hilt. Leo's thoughts were becoming jumbled and he was starting to panic. Master Splinter, Master Saki, wait, who is my Master? Splinter or Saki? And why are they ganging up on me? I wasn't talking about ditching anybody. But maybe I should? Maybe I should be ditching these guys! In the darkness a voice was answering him but it was too faint and he could not hear the words.
The three masked turtles continued to approach their brother, who was now standing stock still, painfully gripping the hilt of the old katana. The very tip of the katana's hilt continued to blink.
Raphael took a step closer to Leonardo, aggressively reaching for the sword. "What does this thing have, some kind of mind control?"
Leonardo was no longer starting to panic, now he was panicking. His breath came in short gasps, adrenaline began coursing through his veins and then the voice inside his head suddenly became crystal clear. I am your Master, flee from these turtles. Come to me Leonardo. Join your Master. Return to Master Saki.
"No, you cannot have it," he growled, swinging the sword in a wide arc to stop Raphael's advances.
"Leo, what the shell has gotten into you?!" he sputtered, surprised at Leonardo's sudden reaction as he jumped backwards from the blade, years of ninja training kicking in automatically.
Donatello tensed when the sword struck out into the empty space where his older brother was standing mere seconds before. Looking at his eldest brother he noticed the beads of sweat on his brow and his shortened breaths. He began analyzing the situation. Something is not right here. But the purple banded turtle couldn't place his finger on what the problem was.
"Bro, what are you doing?" Michelangelo cried out as he also tensed when the sword cut into open space. His eyes followed the sword in his eldest brother's hands. What is so special about this sword?
And before anyone could react further, Leonardo back flipped over the side of the roof. When the three brothers ran and peered over the edge, he was already gone.
A/N: So is that sword really controlling Leo's mind?