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The Pain Game	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Pain Game
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39 Final
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            Mikey sat alone in the sewer tunnel for an indeterminate period of time. After a while he recalled a conversation he’d once had with Don about the concepts of heaven, hell, and purgatory. He hadn’t fully wrapped his head around the theology as Don had explained it and had a feeling that Don didn’t completely grasp it either.
            What Mikey did comprehend was that purgatory was supposedly a stopping point for unpurified souls on their way to heaven. Maybe it wasn’t exactly a ‘place’ in a colloquial sense, but Mikey pictured it as such. In his imagination it was like the inside of a cloud; all white and containing nothing.
            Though it was better than hell as Mikey understood the region, purgatory didn’t seem all that great either. It was a perpetual limbo filled with an eternity of boredom, broken by the occasional cleansing by fire as your unpurified soul is made ready for heaven.
            Michelangelo felt as though he’d entered purgatory. It wasn’t even gradual; he was thrust into it full force by his own uncontrolled lust. A lust that manifested itself whenever his brother Raphael was near him.
            There had never been a time in Mikey’s young life when he’d thought of any of his brothers in a sexual way. It was only in the last couple of years that certain parts of his body woke up before he did and Mikey learned how to take care of that problem with his hand.
            He didn’t actually think about anything when he masturbated; he didn’t need to. By the time Mikey woke up, if he hadn’t already reached orgasm he was damn close. Those times when he needed an extra push, he discovered that playing with his own tail – pulling it roughly or pinching it – would send him over the edge.
            As night followed day, if Mikey was going to start having sexual fantasies, it should have been about girls. He’d certainly met quite a few attractive ones, both human and alien. He appreciated their appearance and their form, but now that he thought about it, never with an eye to acquisition. The thought of being with one in an intimate setting never crossed his mind.
            With a long suffering sigh, Mikey pushed himself to his feet and looked around. If Raph had gone back home and told anyone what had transpired between them, Mikey expected that he’d have had company before now. Since no one had come looking for him, the odds were that Raph had kept things to himself.
            Either that, or his brothers were hastily bricking up the entrance to the lair.
            “Haven’t lost my sense of humor,” Mikey thought to himself. It wasn’t always the best coping mechanism, but it sure as shell beat going nuts.
            Mikey slowly made his way over to his skateboard and picked it up, tucking it under his arm. There was a moment of indecision before he took a deep breath, expelled it, and turned towards the lair.
            Not going home wasn’t an alternative, though it had crossed his mind. His fear that Raph would tell anyone who would listen that the youngest turtle was a perverted freak didn’t appear to have happened. Maybe Raph was just as embarrassed by the incident as Mikey was.
            Staying away would only raise questions and then worry his family. They’d come looking for him and then demand explanations. Even if Mikey sought sanctuary for a time at April’s, his family would still want to know why he wasn’t coming home.
            Bluffing it through was Mikey’s best option. If Mikey encountered Raph, he’d do his best to pretend that nothing had happened. He was pretty sure that’s what his red banded brother would prefer.
            Mikey needn’t have worried. There was no sign of Raph when he walked through the door and the atmosphere in the lair had a sense of normalcy to it.
            Dropping his skateboard into the spot where he usually kept it, Mikey glanced around and spied Master Splinter in his favorite chair, eyes glued to the television. Leo was on the couch, a book open on his lap, and neither of them even looked in Mikey’s direction.
            Movement caught the corner of his eye and drew Mikey’s attention to the kitchen just as Don stepped out of it.
            “Home before dinner, huh?” Don asked, eyes twinkling with good humor as he referred to Mikey’s earlier promise. “You’re lucky it was spaghetti night and that there are plenty of leftovers. By the way, you get to clean the dishes because you weren’t home on time.”
            Mikey’s heart had started thumping before he’d even walked into his home and it was still beating a rough rhythm inside his chest. Maybe Raph had only waited for him to show up before telling his family of Mikey’s deviant behavior. Since Mikey didn’t see Raph anywhere, he really needed to know where he was. He just didn’t want to ask outright.
            “Everyone ate already?” Mikey asked, putting what he thought was just the slightest hint of a whine in his voice.
            The sound always had his brothers volunteering more information than necessary in the hopes they’d stave off Mikey’s full-blown descent into petulance.
            “Do you see anyone else in the kitchen?” Don waved in that direction to illustrate his point. “Master Splinter and Leo are settled in for the evening, Raph said he was eating with Casey, and I have an appointment to play on-line chess with someone. Sorry bro’, you’re stuck with this chore. You know the rules.”
            Of course Raph made a bee-line straight over to Casey’s place. Mikey should have realized that’s where he’d go in order to avoid his younger brother.
            “Fine, I’ll do the dishes,” Mikey said in a huff, “but I don’t have to like it.”
            Don was moving away from him with a bit more speed than was necessary. “Such is life. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” he called back to Mikey before disappearing into his lab.
            Mikey had absolutely no appetite and didn’t attempt to eat. Instead, he swiftly put away the leftover food before washing up the dinner things. Normally he hated cleaning chores, but tonight the mundane task proved to be soothing.
            His hot tempered brother hadn’t returned by the time Mikey finished up in the kitchen and he wasn’t sure if he should feel relieved or worried. Whenever Raph was confused or upset about something involving a family member, he tended to camp out at Casey’s.
            If Raph didn’t show up for practice the next day, the rest of the family would want to know what had set him off. They’d remember his odd sparring match with Mikey and turn to the youngest for an explanation.
            Mikey’s hope of forgetting the incident in the tunnels and pretending nothing had happened wasn’t going to work. Even if Raph hadn’t verbally told anyone about their encounter and didn’t intend to, his actions were going to lead to questions that would eventually have to be answered.
            As much as he hated to do it, Mikey was going to have to go after Raph and get him to come home.
            Upon taking a quick look around, Mikey was happy to see that his father had retired for the evening and that the watchdog-in-training Leonardo had taken his book up to his room. Although Donatello’s lab door was open, Mikey heard him say, “You’re going with the Morphy Defense, huh?”
            Mikey had no idea what that meant other than Don was on his microphone talking to whoever he was playing chess against. When Don was on-line with someone, Mikey could walk past beating a bass drum and his brother would ignore him.
            Slipping out of the lair, Mikey kept to the tunnels until he was near Casey’s apartment. After checking that the coast was clear, Mikey exited the sewers and scrambled to the top of a nearby building.
            He half expected to see the pair of vigilantes somewhere around, but Raph and Casey were nowhere in sight. Mikey leaped across to the next roof top and then crossed over two more buildings before finally landing on Casey’s roof.
            By then Mikey had prepared himself to wait, figuring that it was probably too early to expect his brother to be finished beating up bad guys. When they were done and headed back they’d see Mikey waiting. Mikey guessed that Raph, rather than letting Casey know what had happened between them, would bluff it out and send Casey down to the apartment thus giving Mikey a chance to talk to him.
            Thinking through that scenario gave Mikey a mental image of Raph’s bruised knuckles, causing Mikey’s toes to curl as a delicious shiver ran up his spine. Frustrated, Mikey shook his head to clear it and stepped over to the building’s ledge, looking down at the fire escape platform outside of Casey’s window.
            He hadn’t expected to see anything and frowned when he noticed light flickering off the metal framework. Casey didn’t leave any lights on when he and Raph went out because he didn’t want to be seen by anyone in the surrounding buildings when he came home.
            Biting his lip, Mikey had a moment of indecision. He didn’t want to be invited into Casey’s apartment by their friend because Mikey couldn’t talk to Raph there. If he went inside, Raph would most likely storm out and go off to parts unknown.
            Being a ninja meant that Mikey didn’t have to be seen though. Flipping down onto the fire escape, Mikey made his way silently to Casey’s window and peeked in through a small opening in the curtains.
            The television was on but either the sound was down low or muted completely because Mikey couldn’t hear it. None of the other lights were on but the television’s glow was enough to show Mikey that Raph was sprawled on the couch.
            Of course Raph was lying where he could see the windows, although his eyes were closed. Mikey didn’t think he was sleeping; Raph’s brow was furrowed and he was obviously not comfortable on the lumpy, too narrow cushions.
            Looking around the room as best he could through the small gap, Mikey assured himself that Casey was not there. By carefully pressing his face to the glass, Mikey could just make out Casey’s bedroom door, which was shut.
            They had either not gone out or had come in early and decided to hit the sack. Mikey dug a small tool out of his belt and used it to slide open the latch on Casey’s window, lifting the sash enough to be heard without having to resort to yelling.
            “Raph,” Mikey hissed softly.
            His brother’s eyes immediately snapped open and Raph sat up with a jerk. A scowl appeared on Raph’s face as he stared at Mikey, obviously displeased at seeing the brother he was trying to avoid.
            Keeping his voice low, Mikey said, “Please Raph, meet me up on the roof. Let me apologize to you so you’ll come back home. You can ignore me there just as easily but at least you’ll be comfortable.”
            Rather than waiting for an answer that might lead to further argument, Mikey backed away from the window and hastily climbed up to the roof. The odds were fifty-fifty as to whether Raph would join him. Mikey was banking on Raph believing his brother would return if he didn’t meet him and that their voices might wake Casey.
            After about five minutes Mikey started to think that Raph was willing to take that chance rather than having to look at him again. He was pacing when he heard a light thud and turned to see Raph standing there.
            Raph looked both sullen and distrustful, his arms crossed over his plastron and his legs spread in a firm stance. Mikey was careful to stay several feet away from him, knowing that any movement towards Raph could send the hot head running again.
            “Ya’ lucked out that I was here. Casey got a bruised rib while we were smacking some Dragons around and we had ta call it an early night. Say your piece and then go home,” Raph told him.
            At least Raph was speaking to him and that was a good sign. “Look dude, I’m sorry about what happened in the tunnel,” Mikey said.
            Before he could continue, Raph lifted a hand and seemingly swatted Mikey’s words away. “Forget the excuses nut ball, I figured this out. Ya’ found a new way ta screw with me when we spar. It’s bad enough ya’ talk the entire time, but this is a new low. Ya’ figure that if I think ya’ get off on being hit, then I’ll hold my punches, ain’t that right? Admit it.”
            Taken by surprise, Mikey blinked rapidly as he processed what Raph had said. He could see from the expression on Raph’s face that his brother didn’t fully believe his own words; that he was grasping at straws because he wanted to go home. Raph had obviously spent the entire night thinking about their dilemma.
            Even if it wasn’t the truth, Mikey could work with that. Laughing lightly, he said, “Yeah, you’re onto me. I had a feeling that con wasn’t going to work for long. I just didn’t think it’d send you running to Casey’s.”
            “Now ya’ know that two can play that game,” Raph said, as though going to Casey’s wasn’t to get away from Mikey but to teach his brother a lesson.
            Conjuring up his best cheeky grin, Mikey said, “Okay, I’ll stop screwing with you. No more faking, no more bugs. Good enough?”
            Raph rolled his eyes. “Right. Like ya’ haven’t made that promise a thousand times before. Go on home, I’ll be there as soon as I lock up Casey’s place.”
            Mikey took that to mean that Raph would rather not head back to the lair in his company. Feeling a little relieved about that, Mikey said, “On my way. Um, thanks for accepting my apology.”
            “Don’t get mushy. I’m still pissed that you’d try something like that,” Raph said. “Someday you’re gonna admit I’m a better fighter, trophy or no trophy, and stop messing with me.”
            “The Battle Nexus Champion will never make such an admission,” Mikey said boisterously, bounding away from his brother before Raph could call out a rejoinder.
            Once out of Raph’s sight Mikey grew more subdued. He’d found a way, or at least Raph had, to allow the hot head to save face and come home.
            The underlying problem still remained. Mikey had to find a way to fix things before he permanently damaged his relationship with Raph and the rest of the family. He was just hard pressed to figure out how he was going to do that.
TBC…………….
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