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Comfort For The Heavy Hearted (Crossover oneshot)

(Raphael(2012) and Tot Donnie(2018))

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Donnie wasn't always good at comfort, and Raphael wasn't always good with emotions. Then again, neither was Donnie. So when the 6 year old found the 16 year old in his room, curled up beside the bed and crying what he assumed to be angry tears, it was. . . surprising to say the least.

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Donnie was on his way to show Raphael (Uncle Raph, as he sometimes calls him) a new project he was planning. Since the Red-clad slider always did seem to like when he showed him his project plans. This week's plan was some improved sai's for the older, seeing as he broke his last ones in a fight against Dogpound and FishFace a few days ago. These ones were supposed to be titanium, he just had to find the material to be able to build them. Thankfully, the 16 year old brought him a little gift during the last battle, too.

"Here ya go kid, figured you'd want it 'cause it's that strong metal you've been talkin' about- Uh- what was it- tolanium? Somethin' like that-?"
'Titanium.' The little softshell signed with a small smile, grateful he was at least trying to say the correct wording, and even more grateful he was actually paying attention.
"Yeah! That one! Well Uh- I got Fish-Face's leg during the patrol and noticed it kinda looked like it-" He stated awkwardly, very obviously not great with words—or gifts for that matter. He just shrugged and lowered the metal prosthetic down to the small child's level (even if Donnie was only half his size)
The softshell's eyes widened, a small sparkle seeming to appear as he reached out to take it. He fell forward when he felt the limb's full weight on his arms, allowing the prosthetic to lay on the ground as he examined it. His tiny tail moved side to side, as if a small wag—much like a dog would when happy. His hands flapped and he let out a small squeal of joy.
The red slider grinned, assuming he did a good job and chuckling hoarsely. "Well, knock yourself out kid. Not literally- you know what I mea—" He was cut short as the smaller terrapin stood, going in front of him and leaning forward.
He bumped his forehead into the older's plastron, a sign of thanks, as he wasn't great with expressing it.
He was taken aback for a few seconds, stunned by the child's sudden action. He slowly smiled, patting him on the head. "Alright, alright. Let's get this thing to your room before the others find it. They don't know yet." He grinned mischievously, receiving a small giggle in response. He kneeled down, picking up the leg and following the child to his room.

He walked into the hall where the older turtle's rooms were, pausing for a second as he heard small banging coming from the far most room. He slowly continued walking, a little more hesitant than before. Once he made it to the desired place, he realized it was coming from said room. He blinked, peeking his head into the open space. It was there he noticed the red-clad slider sitting beside his bed, legs pulled close to his chest and arms wrapped around them as he buried his face in his knees.
The older tensed up, hearing faint footsteps behind him. He growled, whipping around and turning his head to look up at the intruder. "Leo what did I—!?" He cut himself off, blinking as he saw nothing. Then he noticed a small purple bandanna at the bottom of his vision, tilting his head down to meet the younger's gaze. "Oh- it's just you lil man-"
He simply nodded, fiddling with his empty hands nervously (having dropped the blueprints to see what the issue was)
"What- what're you doin' here?" He questioned, shifting to face him completely. He let his legs moved away from his chest, still propped up similar to the original position though.
The younger just looked away for a moment, looking back to Raphael and beginning to sign. "Are you in distress?"
"Oh- right you sign- Uh-" He wracked his brain to try and remember the signs he was given, taking a moment to associate them with the correct wording before his eyes widened. "Oh- Uh- I mean-"
"Do I need to get Michelangelo?"
"No! No no it's good all good-" He said quickly, shaking his head. He did not wanna deal with Michelangelo right now.
He just nodded, glancing away again before his eyes widened for a moment. He turned, leaving the room for a few seconds.
He sighed, turning back to his original position. Maybe he could just get some sleep. . .

He suddenly felt a a small tap tap tap on his shell, jolting slightly and turning again. There he saw the little softshell, looking to the side and holding out a piece of paper.
He cocked an eyebrow ridge, confused as he took the paper.
Meanwhile he played with his purple hoodie strings anxiously, looking at the pinkish pi symbol on the shoulder.
He noticed the pieces of two sai's in the middle, split into four sections. He was even more confused, reading over the text boxes—how does this kid already know cursive??—as his eyes widened. In medium bold letters at the bottom of one text box read; "For uncle Raph, so he doesn't hurt himself in bad fights." He couldn't help but smile, eyes watering and lowering the blueprint to his side. He turned around completely and suddenly enveloped the 6 year old in a firm hug.
He was stunned, unknowing of how to return the gesture without his movements seeming robotic. He just stood, wide-eyed.
"Thanks bud- you didn't have to— Maybe I can help if ya like I can do the heavy liftin' or somethin'—?" He suggested, receiving a small nod in response.

He tapped him again, taking a step back as he was released. "You were crying, would you like to. . talk about it?"
"Oh- right- that. . Uh- I guess, but it's kinda stupid."
"That's alright, sorry I'm not much of a help like Michelangelo or Mikey."
"Nah it's fine, maybe rantin' is all I need."
The boy nodded, sitting criss-cross in front of him.
He sighed, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Well- me and Leo got into another argument. . And everyone else was there. . ." He began.
The smaller turtle frowned, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"He was upset because I wasn't comin' to patrol tonight since my sai's are still broken."
He nodded.
"He was saying I coulda' used a different weapon since sensei trained us with others but it just doesn't feel right when I do. He went on a dumb rant about how I just wanted to laze off all day and play videogames. So I snapped back with 'No, I just hate using weapons that ain't my sai's!' and he got pissy about it saying it didn't matter and that it was my fault they broke in the first place. I mean it isn't my fault they're made with steel though!"
He remembered the metal type. . He distantly thought, nodding once more.
"That went on for a few. . And the others just stood and watched. Even sensei didn't do anything! It was so stupid!"
"And what exactly caused you to come into here?"

He sighed. "I- I got angry again. . I don't know why I did with how stupid of an argument it was- I just- got really angry. . . And I don't know how to calm down unless it's hitting or breaking things so I ended up breaking the wall by accident and leaving. ."
He nodded, humming lightly. "I think it's a valid reason. I mean- I wouldn't know for sure with me not knowing the full extent of what happened but- based on the data I think you had every right to be angry."
"Heh, okay, usin' big words ain't ya?" He grinned slightly.
He nodded nervously.
"Hey, it's cool. Makes ya sound just as smart—if not smarter—than Braniac over in the lab."
He smiled at the praise.
"Seems him and your lil Mikey get along great though. Guess all four of us got a mini man to relate to—and have fun with."
He nodded. "Yes, Leonardo has Raph, Michelangelo has Leo, and Donatello has Mikey."
"And I have you." He finished, lifting his hand and ruffling his bandanna like it was hair.
He just smiled and nodded, giggling lightly.

"Listen kid, thanks. That- actually helped a lot. And if ya ever need any help with anythin' just come to Uncle Raph."
He nodded.
"Speaking of, can't wait to help build some badass sai's with ya."
"Well. . Would you like to now?" He suggested.
"Shell yeah little dude, let's go!"
The child chirped happily and snatched up the blueprint, tapping his feet and scurrying out.
"Hey! Wait up little man!" He laughed, running after. "Damn you're fast!"