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Incest is an Abomination	By : Tru-chan Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own these guys or the cartoon Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in any way imaginable, no matter how much I may want to. I am also not in any way, shape or form making money off of this. This is for fun

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Raphael wandered through the tunnels of the sewer, only stopping when he got far enough away from the lair. He couldn't have his brothers coming after him. He screamed in fury, punching the wall in front of him, cracking the concrete. Pieces fell, revealing a gaping hole. "It's gettin' worse. I almost sold myself out in deh. It was too close of a call, him sittin' on me like dat." If something like that happened again, Raph wasn't sure if he could handle it. He knew what had to be done now. He wasn't fond of the idea and had a feeling that his baby brother would like it even less. "No matta what happens, it's for de best." He whispered, placing a hand to is forehead as if he had a headache. The red banded ninja leaned against the wall, gaining his bearings for when he had to return home.
Back at the lair, practice had ended. Splinter allowed his sons to do whatever they wanted for the rest of the day up until the next training session. "Yes!" Michelangelo cheered happily, hopping around the room. "Thanks Splinter dude!"
Splinter cleared his throat, shooting his youngest son a concerned look. "Do not call me dude, Michelangelo. What is next, rat face dude man?" Mikey laughed, placing both of his arms behind his head. "Nah. Relax, master Splinter, I was only playing. Later!" The orange loving turtle waved, now trotting out of the dojo to find something fun to do with his time.
Leonardo and Donatello were off doing their own thing. Leo was in his room, candles lit around him as he meditated. Donatello was in his sanctuary, his laboratory. Mikey jumped up to the upper level of the lair, headed toward Don's lab first, hoping his video game partner would take a break and play Left 4 Dead 2. It wasn't nearly as fun playing by himself.
When he got to the lab, the youngest stepped inside, not bothering to knock. "Heeeere's Mikey!" He called out, striking a pose. "Hey Michelangelo." Donatello said, facing his computer screen, barely acknowledging his little brother. "What cha doin?" Mikey asked, peeking over Don's shoulder. "What does it look like? I'm researching the ooze that mutated us. It's been coming up in a lot of reports lately."
"Ah, how interesting." The sea green turtle replied, pretending to be fascinated. He was more interested in the beaker on the table behind his purple clad brother. It had an orange liquid in it, his favorite color. Michelangelo picked it up, turning it around in his hand as he observed it. He decided to do a few tricks, tossing it up into the air and catching it with his hands, on his feet, and even on his head at times.
"Whoops!" Mikey said as he missed, dropping it. Donatello whipped around in his chair, catching the glass beaker before it hit the ground. "Michelangelo, get out!" Donatello placed the beaker down and pointed at the door, annoyed with his brother's antics. "Aw.. Come on, Donnie, it was an accident. How about you take some time out and play a game with me, huh? Sound fun?"
"Get out now!" Was all Mikey got as a response. "G-got it, Donnie...whatever you say! I'm leaving..I'll leave right now, okay?" The look in the brainiac's eyes frightened the orange wearing ninja, making him raise his palms up as he backed away, leaving the lab as quickly as his legs could carry him.
He sighed once he made it out, feeling safer now. There was a smile on his face as he headed to Leonardo's room next. "So Donnie's out. That's not a problem. I'm sure Leo could use some fun right now and who's more fun than me?" Mikey said to himself, peeking into the forest green turtle's room. A devious grin spread over his features when he saw that his eldest brother's eyes were closed. Mikey sneaked inside, crawling up to Leonardo until he was inches away from his face.
"Mikey, what are you doing?" Leo questioned, knowing his youngest brother was there without opening his eyes. "What do you need?"
"I need you.." The sea green turtle started, wrapping his arms around Leonardo's neck, "to spend time with me." Leo's eyes shot open as he removed Mikey's arms from around him, shaking his head. "I'm busy, Mike. It'll have to wait."
"Come on, Leo, please? Lets watch a movie together, I'll even let you pick which one we put in." Leonardo rolled his eyes, closing them once again as he took in a deep breath. "I said no, Mikey. If you want to spend time with me so badly, how about you stay and meditate?"
Michelangelo was in shock. It was outrageous that his brother in blue would even suggest such a thing. "Nah dude. I may be bored, but I'm not "that" bored." He finished, placing his hands on his hips as he stepped back, leaving his eldest brother to his "fun".
"Where's Raphie when you need him?" Mikey checked Raphael's room, seeing that it was still empty. "He must be out in the tunnels or maybe he went topside to kick some Purple Dragon butt!" Michelangelo got into a fighting stance, hopping over the banister and jumping down to the lower level. He would just have to wait for Raph, maybe greet him with a special surprise.
Michelangelo laughed, heading to his room to get everything he needed. He hurried, not knowing when the strongest of the four would be home. The sea green ninja came back, his arms laden with bang-snaps, a firework sold as a trick noisemaker. He placed the bang-snaps in precarious positions on the doors that they used to enter the lair. Once finished, he stepped back to view his work. Mikey was quite pleased with himself. "Now all I have to do is wait." He said, walking over to the couch in the living room and sitting down, putting his feet up on the table in front of it.
To Mikey, Raphael seemed to be taking a lifetime. He tried to find something good on television, but wasn't interested in anything that was airing. The orange wearing turtle's eyes were beginning to close when he heard it. One of the door knobs was turning.
Mikey shot up, looking around to see which door it was. When he realized it was one of the back entrances, he approached the door slowly, not wanting to miss Raphael's expression.
When the door opened, all of the bang-snaps dropped down and exploded, startling the emerald green ninja. Raphael looked down, seeing Mikey rolling around on his shell, holding his gut as he laughed like a maniac.
"Haha! Dude, y-you should have seen your face. It was priceless!" He continued to laugh until Raph clenched his fists, now looking like he was about to explode himself. "Uh-oh.." Michelangelo kicked his feet out, flipping up onto them before Raph began to chase him.
The youngest circled the couch with the larger of the two behind him. He stopped and changed his direction a few times, making Raphael second-guess himself until he jumped over the couch, catching the smaller form between his arms.
Mikey ducked down, covering his head with Raph about to punch him. "Just don't hit the face dude. I would like to stay the pretty one." Raphael growled, kicking Mikey hard in the shin, making him yelp. The red wearing turtle let out a deep sigh, leaving it at that as he turned. Not too long after he began to walk, Michelangelo was right behind him. "Wait up Raph, lets do something together. We can go topside." He said, gripping onto his older brother's arm. "Leave me alone, Mikey, or I'll reconsida bashin' yer face in."
"Come on, don't be like that. I just want to have some fun. Leo and Donnie already turned me down."
"Good. Den yer used ta it." Raph said, pushing Mikey away as he continued to walk. "You know you want to, Raphie. We're best friends, who else are you going to have so much fun with?"
"I said leave me alone! When are ya goin' ta get dat through yer thick head, shell-for-brains? Yer too annoyin' for yer own good an sometimes I wish ya would jus' go away!"
Michelangelo went to reach for his brother, but froze in his tracks, letting Raphael go as his hand lingered in the empty air. The sea green turtle stood there, confusion showing in his blue orbs. He felt like he had just been stabbed through the heart. Did he do something wrong? Did Raphael hate him now? The same phrases kept going around and around in his head like a mantra, but Mikey couldn't get too carried away. Raphael had his moments. He was most likely in a bad mood and would be easier to talk to later tonight during dinner.
When that sunk in, Michelangelo calmed down, knowing Raph would forgive him for that prank later. After all, what else could this be about?
The sea green turtle relaxed in his room, reading his Silver Sentry comic books to pass the time. This was his third time reading them through since he got them, but what could he say? Silver Sentry was his favorite superhero of all time!
Mikey got so lost in the comics that he didn't know dinner was being made until the sweet aroma began to drift lazily under the door. He took a whiff, sighing contently as a smile met his lips. "Master Splinter must be cooking curry. That's my favorite...after pizza of course."
Michelangelo was the first one to the kitchen. He got there and took a seat at the table even before Splinter announced that dinner was ready. The table was set, a bowl of food in front of each chair that someone normally occupied.
Mikey looked down at the curry. The curry sauce was thickened and flavored with hondashi and served on top of a bowl of rice. That gave it a Japanese flavor. The orange clad turtle took a fork in his hand, taking a moment to reflect and sniff the curry again before digging in.
Leonardo and Donatello were next to enter the kitchen, followed by Raphael, whose heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the lair. Without thinking, Raph walked over to where he normally sat. He placed his hand on the chair next to Mikey, seeing the youngest smile at him with his cheeks full of rice. Raphael immediately changed his mind, making his way around the table and sitting in the seat farthest away from the family goofball. Michelangelo frowned, not feeling as hungry as he was a moment earlier.
"This curry is delicious, master Splinter." Leonardo said politely. He was eating his food with chopsticks. The eldest of the four brothers was the only one that held them correctly. He preferred them over regular kitchen utensils. "Thank you, my son. I am glad you like it. Michelangelo, is there something troubling you?" He asked, noticing that it was oddly quiet at the table. With his youngest there, it was normally much more lively.
"No, master Splinter, I'm fine." Mikey replied, moving his rice around in his bowl with the fork which said otherwise.
"Then why are you not eating? I thought you loved curry."
"I do, but.." he began, but was interrupted. "Let em go, masta Splinta. He eats enough for all of us most of da time. He could use a break." Raphael said harshly.
That struck a chord with the youngest. He stood up, staring across the table at his brother in red. "What is your problem today? It was just a prank, chill out and get over it."
"It's not da prank, Mikey, it's everythin'. It's you, yer da problem." The others stopped eating, rendered speechless by this display. Mikey looked crushed, his expression pulling at Raphael's heart strings.
"Don' give me dat look, Mike. It might have worked in da past, but it wont anymore. I'm done playin' yer games."
Michelangelo's gaze fell to the floor before turning to the rat on his right side. "Can I be excused, master Splinter? I lost my appetite.."
Splinter nodded his head, furrowing his brow at Raphael as Michelangelo exited the kitchen. "Raphael, I am disappointed in you. Whatever is going on between you and Michelangelo needs to be dealt with. We are a family. Now go to your room without finishing dinner. I think it is time for you to have a private training session. I will come get you, but until then, I do not want you to come out. I expect you to tell me what is bothering you during it."
"But masta Splinta, it's personal. I don't want ta talk about it."
The wise old rat raised his paw, silencing the red clad ninja. "That is enough, Raphael. Go, now!" Raph reluctantly stood up from his seat, grumbling under his breath about his father before making his way to his room.
He wished he hadn't entered when he did because once the emerald green turtle opened his door, faint sobbing could be heard from the other side of the wall.
Mikey sat in front of his door, his shell touching it as he held his legs up against his plastron. He didn't want to cry, but found it hard to stop the tears from flowing. Mikey could feel the once strong bond that he shared with Raphael breaking apart.
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