A/N: This little one-shot came to me, believe it or not, in church! Yeah, I don't know either. My mind works in mysterious ways.

Disclaimer: I own the paper and pen that was originally used to write this. I don't own TMNT... yet *evil smile*

Why?

That was the question circling round and round in his head. He paced angrily in his room, hands in fists, eye ridges furrowed in frustration. He wasn't sure why; he could fight villians, fight Shredder, take critical hits, save lives, but he couldn't make his stupid mouth listen!

He growled angrily at himself. It was just two freakin' words. Why couldn't he just spit them out and get it over with? Why was it being so difficult?

Rage at himself propelled him forward, but fear rising from deep within made him halt at the door. His hand tightened on the door knob. His brain was sending thousands upon thousands of little messages to his hand, but, being a defiant little bastard like it's owner, it refused to turn. Letting go - of course it would listen to him now - he began to pace once again.

His thoughts drifted back to about a half an hour ago. He hadn't meant to do it, honest. They had been sparing and that all too familiar red haze appeared. Before he knew what he was doing, the blade in his hand had sliced the unprepared skin of his opponent. His opponent that was just a sparing partner. The cry of shock and pain was forever and achingly engraved into his mind. He had rushing to his room then, horrified look in place. He hadn't meant to do it.

But he had.

And now he couldn't say those two damn words. Those two words that would give him some peace. Hell, he couldn't even leave the room.

Ceasing his pacing, he sat on his hammock and rested his head in his hands. What was wrong with him? He was a monster. How could his family stand him? How could they feel safe around him? They had every right to kick him out. They had every right to rid the world of his violence.

But they didn't.

As far as he knew, the thought hadn't even come to their minds. They had always loved and supported him and what did he do? He hurt them. Both physically and emotionally.

He sighed and lifted his gaze to his door. The door that his body refused to open. The door that, if he could just get through it, might offer some opportunities. Some peace. Some relief.

New resolve developed somewhere deep within his soul and he stood bravely. Taking confident steps toward the wooden barrier, he outstretched his hand and grasped the brass knob. With great satisfaction, he watched as it turned willingly and opened to the circular second level. Marching bravely passed the first door, he stopped in front of the second. He was suddenly overcome with nervousness and became jittery and twitchy. Relying on his strong willpower, he opened the door.

Leonardo's solemn eyes lifted from the bloodied cut on his arm and onto his brother. Raphael swallowed and, before he or his mouth could change their minds, said one of the hardest things for anyone to say.

"I'm sorry."

A/N: Aww, Leo's hurt, but awww, Raph is such a sweetie XD So, to any of you reading Returning Home (my current chapter story), this was just a sidetrack and I will update as soon as possible!

As always, review, please!

~MarMar~