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“One of these days I’m gonna get outta here Donnie!” The red banded turtle pouted while sitting idly in the ‘time-out’ corner. Splinter put him there for saying his very first swear word, he stubbed his toe and yelled “BITCH!” When splinter heard this he immediately put the young turtle in time-out… It was laughable.

“When I do, you should come with me! We could go out in the world! Just the two of us!” Donnie chuckled,

“Sure, but only when you get out of time-out!” He teased, earning an unamused grunt from Raph.

“Y’know what! I’m gonna go by myself then! You can’t come! And-and… you’ll miss me when I’m Gone!”

“Sure… sure” the purple turtle jeered.

The twins had a bond, one that even if stretched through the thinnest wire would be indestructible. When they were kids, the pair was inseparable, constantly making promises and keeping secrets… some of which they still kept today! Life was in no sense easy, but they all made do, Raph had anger issues and Donnie was the one he would talk to. They’d talk for hours about the prettiest places, unexplored regions etc… they were ignorant to the cruelty above.

Oh how Donnie wished for those blissful times….

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“Awww the nature show’s gone…” Mikey cried out. He loved the pretty plants and mountain ranges! His older brother walked in. He hunched, worried they heard him… they were 15! He shouldn’t be sad about a stupid plant show! Instead his brother pulled out a book Mikey was very familiar with.

“If I read this to ya, will ya stop complainin’?” Raph held up the old slightly torn picture book. The one splinter read to the orange banded turtle when they were tots. Mike nodded happily and his brother only sighed in response.

“Y’know one of these days I’m gonna get a train ticket with the prettiest of views and hightail it outta here!” He half joked. Mikey looked at him with bewildered eyes!

“No!” The red banded teen snorted,

“Y’know it’d be pretty but… it would be prettier to you…”

“Really?”

“Mhm! The train with the prettiest of views… mountains, rivers…” the red turtle went on about all the things he’d see. His youngest brother only marveled at the thought.

“That’s amazing, Raphie! But…” the orange banded brother trailed off

“What?”

“You will be really far away… like Leo…” he sniffled, the latter snorted.

“You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone?” He chortled.

“Yeah…” the turtle said while slowly succumbing to sleep… dreaming about the beautiful Appalachian mountains his brother had told him about.

Raph chuckled and bundled Mikey in blankets.

How Mikey will miss those moments…

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Leo was training when his younger brother walked in fiddling with something in his hands…

“Leo! You’re not gonna believe this!” Oh boy. The oldest stops his katas to give his brother his attention.

“What’s up?” He asks

“I was just looking at the most impressive volcanoes in the world! An’ I saw this one thing… I think it’s called Mount Fuji? In japan? Anyway! Did you know it stands a whole 12,388 feet!?” The blue turtle sighs at the red banded turtle’s fascination in all things worldly wonderful. 17 and still passionate, it's a trait Leonardo hopes he never loses.

“No I actually didn't!” He huffs teasingly. Watching as Raph’s smile brightens and he ever so slightly stims with his fingers.

They spend the next half an hour just talking about Mount Fuji! And another hour and a half talking about the wonders of the world…

Though something seemed to be bothering Raph,

“Hey… are you alright?” The box turtle snapped up from staring holes into the carpet and thought for a minute.

“Well, something has been bothering me.” He began, “it's just… I can’t help but think of the amount of times we almost died, and worry… if you guys would miss me if…” The short turtle trailed off. Leo knew what he meant instantly.

“Raphael, of course we would miss you! More than missing you! We wouldn’t be able to function without you!” Leo had a full argument ready in seconds. “Donnie wouldn’t get any sleep… Mikey would lose his spark, and I…” The oldest shuddered. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

Raph looked at him, uncertainty turning to relief. He snickered.

“You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.”

Leo didn’t think of those implications…

He wishes he did now…

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It shouldn’t have gone this far. They shouldn’t have let it.

It was a normal day for patrol, the 17 year olds were jumping across rooftops and whooping and hollering, to the greatest displeasure of whomever was below them. The turtles heard a noise… the noise that would change their lives.

A conversation, one begging for their life, the other demanding money. Purple Dragons…

The four jumped down and the lady ran away instantly leaving only four Hamato members against a pretty large group of a gang.

Fighting broke out, and Raph was locked in combat with three gang members all wielding weapons ranging from crowbars, pipes, and even a machete! (Yikes! That would need to go first.) the red banded turtle thought to himself, dodging a barrage of attacks. He noticed it. A grenade, being thrown at his brothers! As if on instinct he threw his sai, making the explosion go off mid-air averting the crisis.

He was too late to notice…

CRACK

The red brother looked behind him, noting the gaping crack spread across his shell. Noting the sudden dizziness he felt… noting the fact his legs felt like jello… noting the ringing in his ears and what he thought was someone calling his name? It was so distorted, like he was underwater. Noting how… tired… he… was…

So…

Tired…

‘Hey that concrete is getting awfully close…’

His brothers rushed to him,

“Heh.” He laughed… “you’re… gonna… missss… me…when i'm… gone.”

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Mikey saw it happen in slow motion… the bomb exploding, the snarky remark that died on his lips as he watched a gang leader stab into his brother’s shell… watched as the color drained from him. And watched as Raphael… his strong big brother slowly collapsed to the ground. . .

Mikey. Saw. Red.

Two seconds passed and instantly the orange banded turtle was on the offender, growling at him like a deranged animal. Markings glowing brightly across his arms and around his body as he seethed. Reaching into the air a mystical three section staff appears in the young turtle’s hands. He wields it with an intent to send the attacker to the fiery pits of hell.

Said opposer is asking and trembling a few feet away while the rest of the gang backs him. Encroaching on the four, Mikey notices in his peripheral vision his two older brothers desperately aiding Raph… his mission is clear.

Buy them time.

He launches himself at the gang, seeming to fight endlessly! He doesn't care if the opponent dies. He cares if they’re defeated by any means necessary.

Minutes pass. Maybe hours.

Leo is dragging a still feral Michelangelo from a pile of bodies… some of which are alive. While the orange banded turtle is biting and scratching at the thing keeping him from his enemies.

“MIKEY CALM DOWN!” His oldest brother pleads. He quiets, cop sirens…

Shit!

They are in the sewer before raph could say “you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!”

Arriving at the lair Mikey is ushered out of the med bay so Donnie and Leo can work their medic magic… that leaves Mikey, and his thoughts…

He killed people today.

As if he had super powers, his rat father walked into the room sensing his distress.

“What troubles you Michelangelo?” He asked. Mikey sighed sorrowfully.

“Master splinter… I killed people today. So many people…” he choked out. It was the rat’s turn to sigh knowingly.

“Let me tell you a story, my son.” He began. “Long ago, recently after I was turned into a mutant… you and I were scavenging for food and supplies when we were discovered by the shredder's minions. They surrounded us. They were after you.” He pointed a bony finger at the turtle. “I did what I had to do… most of them… didn’t make it out alive. I dealt with that grief in the only way I knew how. Apologizing.” Mikey looked at his master, puzzled.

“Apologizing?” He questioned.

“Yes. I lit the spirit candles, and went into the spirit realm apologizing… it was up to them if they forgave me or not.” Mikey was bewildered but knew that was what he had to do.

Several days later a certain red banded turtle awoke to many family members worrying over him! And had been banned to bed rest for 5 weeks while his shell healed. Earning a very annoyed groan from. Him. During that time, Mikey went to the spirit world. He never told anyone what he saw there… but his spirit appeared to have lost a massive burden it carried.

Not entirely… but almost, eventually that feeling would leave.

Mikey… wouldn’t miss it when it was gone.

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