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Finding Yourself (Chapter 2)

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Mikey ran across the rooftops in search of his brothers. Jumping across the breaks between buildings didn’t seem like much fun without them. However, he wasn’t supposed to have fun anyways. Fun was for babies, and Michelangelo was no baby. He made his way across the city in the darkness of the night keeping an open eye for any and all of his brothers.

If I were Leo, where would I be? Mikey asked himself. Suddenly it hit him. His brothers were on the skyscraper. Leo did his best observing from a high distance, and the top of the skyscraper was the highest point in town. Mikey jumped across to the skyscraper where he found his brothers peaked at the top.

“Hey, look who finally showed up,” Raph smiled as Mikey perched himself on the corner of the building.

“Anything going on?” Mikey asked ignoring Raph’s sarcastic comment.

Leo walked over to Mikey and rested his hand on Mikey’s shell, “It seems pretty quiet tonight,” he smiled, “but we still enjoy your company.”

Mikey smiled slightly, which went undetected due to the dark shadows surrounding his face.

“It’s almost too quiet,” Raphael sneered, “There has to be some Foot Clan action somewhere.”

“There’s nothing, if there was anything going on in the Foot, my radar would detect it.” Donnie added.

“Your radar couldn’t detect the Foot if Shredder was standing right in front of you,” Raphael smiled with satisfaction at his own rude comment.

“Shut up, Raph. It’s not like you could make anything better,” Leo interrupted.

Not long after, the three oldest brothers were having a full out argument on the rooftop. It was about to turn into a brutal fist fight, or ninja fight. Mikey, tired of all the bickering and shouting, whipped his kusarigama around all of his brothers.

“Enough,” he shouted, “We are supposed to be on patrol, not arguing like children.”

“You’re right, Mikey, we are acting like children. Now let us loose so we can get back to work.” Leo pleaded struggling under the strength of the chain. Mikey pulled his kusarigama back to himself and stored it away.

“Don’t ever do that again, Mikey,” Raph rubbed his arm around where the chains were pressed against him. Mikey jumped off the rooftop and dove to the ground. He ran off into the darkness of the city until his brothers could no longer see him.

“What’s his problem?” Raph looked confused.

“I don’t know, but I’m not sure I like it.” Leo scowled as he headed off the skyscraper also. He, Raph, and Donnie ran in the direction of Mikey to try to hunt him down and bring him home.

Mikey sat down in a dark alley way. He felt sick to his stomach. He hated himself for the way he just treated his brothers. He had never been that assertive in his life, especially towards the ones who had helped raise him. It made him feel like a hole was forming in his stomach. Is this the way Leo always felt, because if it was, Leo gets serious props for not puking all day every day. Mikey contemplated going to find his brothers again, but he couldn’t face them. They probably all wanted him dead for what he did. Raphael especially. He probably didn’t take kindly to being chained. He retreated back to the lair swiftly and silently not to be seen by his brothers. Upon returning to the lair, he sat himself on the couch to cry himself to sleep. However, it was more crying and less sleeping.

Hours later, Leo had not yet given up the search for Mikey. They had looked everywhere and there was no sign of him anywhere in the city.

“Leo, we should just give it up. He probably went back home.” Raph yawned through his words

“No, if Sensei finds out that we went home without him, we will be in so much trouble.” Leo shuddered at the thought.

“Leo, face it. He isn’t out here anymore; he probably went back to the lair hours ago. Besides, it’s almost sunrise, people will be all over the city in less than an hour. We have to get back underground,” Donatello put his hand on Leo’s shell.

“He’s just a kid guys, we can’t leave him alone up here…” Leo started

“Mikey might not be the brightest turtle out there, but he isn’t stupid enough to know he should be underground.” Raph argued in Mikey’s favor.

Leo sighed in defeat, “Alright, no one can tell sensei what happened tonight, understand?” he pointed to both of his brothers.

They gave their own sign of understanding and retreated back to the lair before the sun hit the sky. They came in to find Michelangelo asleep on the couch.

“Oh thank goodness” Leo signed in relief as he plopped on the sofa next to Mikey.

“You see Leo, he’s been here all along,” Donnie smiled at his older brother as he relaxed against the bottom of the sofa.

Raphael had already gone to his room to catch a few winks of sleep before sensei started a rigorous day of training. It wasn’t long before Donatello and Leonardo passed out on the sofa as well. It had been a long night for each of the turtle brothers and all they wanted was a few peaceful hours of sleep. Maybe Sensei would see how exhausted we all were and let us rest before training. Leo thought before drifting into a deep sleep. The turtles were awoken not long after by an ear piercing gong that rang through the whole lair. Or maybe not. The turtles sprung to their feet and sluggishly made their way into the dojo to meet their sensei. Wiping the tired look off their faces, they lined up to greet Master Splinter.

Splinter walked into the dojo and stood in front of the tired boys, “Bobi no Kamae,” he instructed.

The turtles, all too tired to even think about stances, slowly positioned themselves into the defensive posture their master had instructed.

Splinter was not one to miss a beat, and he certainly did not miss the pathetic way the turtles were preforming, “Leonardo, explain.” Leo never missed a beat either.
“Our apologies sensei,” he stepped forward to appear in front of all of his brothers, “We stayed out late last night, and actually just got home not too long ago.” He bowed head and awaited the wrath of his father.

Splinter stoked his thin beard for a moment, “Was there an enemy that needed to be defeated.” He asked

“No, Sensei,” Leo said still in the formal position of utmost respect.

“Then, what is your excuse?” He inquired.

Leo thought for a moment. Did he want to tell Sensei about what happened last night on the rooftop? Not really. He didn’t want to get Michelangelo into trouble. Mikey had enough on his plate as it was, he didn’t need to explain anything to Sensei. Leonardo looked up, “I-I don’t have one, Sensei.” He returned to the bowed position resisting the urge to yawn.

“Very well then, if you will not talk I will assume nothing is wrong,” Leo stepped back into line, “Now, Jumionji no kamae” he watched with little sympathy as the exhausted turtles struggled to complete their training. Splinter has a very long workout planned for the day and was not about to let the turtles take any breaks. “Shredder is still out there somewhere, and he won’t rest until he has all of you and me as well.” He constantly reminded his sons. He worried more for their life than he did their exhaustion.

After the training, more rigorous than any of the turtles thought it would be, all the boys left the dojo about ready to collapse on the floor. Michelangelo caught up with Leonardo before he went into his room, “Why didn’t you tell on me back there?” He asked.

“I didn’t wanna get you in trouble. I don’t know what you’re going through, Mikey, but I don’t wanna make it worse for you.” He placed a loving hand on Mikey’s shoulder.

That feeling in his stomach came back. It was almost painful. He had learned to hate that feeling, “Leo, I’m sorry for what I did last night. I…I just don’t know what came over me. I just lost control and it…I don’t even know…” Mikey fell to his knees on the verge of tears.

Leo got down on one knee and comforted his brother, “It’s okay Mikey, I forgive you. I’m sorry too. We were acting like children and I think you did the right thing. Maybe you would make a better leader than me,” Leo smiled. Mikey’s stomach did cartwheels in his body at the very idea. Having to feel this way all the time, no thanks. Besides, being the leader would be no fun at all. Leo never had time for fun. But Michelangelo wasn’t supposed to have fun anyways. Fun was for kids. Leo never had fun, and nobody ever called him a child.  

Michelangelo got up and thanked Leo before going over to Donnie’s room. He knocked, “Hey, Donnie, are you awake?” He heard a muffled “no” from inside the room.

“Listen, I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” Mikey heard footsteps behind the door as it slowly opened up to reveal an exhausted Donatello.

“Wow Mikey, that has to be the first time you have ever sincerely apologized.” He smiled,
“Apology accepted. And I’m grateful for what you did.” He leaned in closer to Mikey, “If you weren’t there I’m sure Raph would had beat the snot outta me.” He chuckled a little.

“Thanks, Donnie. Now go back to bed, you look really tired,” he faked a smile.

“No problem, See you later Mikey.” He said as he closed the door behind him.

Mikey thought for a moment. Did he really wanna do this? He stood outside Raph’s bedroom door and contemplated all the horrible things Raph would do to him if he woke him up. He nervously swallowed his fear and knocked lightly on the door. “Hey Raph, are you up?”

“I am now, what do you want Mikey?” Raph stood up off his bed and opened the door. He leaned against the doorframe, “This better be important.”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about what happened last night. It was a stupid and reckless thing to do. You could have gotten hurt or worse.” He twiddled his thumbs in embarrassment.

Raph stifled a yawn and put his hand on Mikey’s shell, “Apology accepted. Now let me sleep.” Raph smiled sincerely as he slammed the door in Mikey’s face.

As hurt as Mikey was about have the door slammed in his face, he felt much more content. He retreated to his own room turned on the light. He wasn’t tired any more. Well, yes he was. But it wasn’t his greatest concern at the moment. He sat on his bed and looked around his room. It was so empty. His act of adulthood had earned him the respect, or at least their appreciation. That felt great to him, but he couldn’t help but feel that there was a hole burning in his chest. Michelangelo felt uncomfortable. The hole seemed to widen as he looked around his room. What was he missing? He had what he always wanted: the admiration of his brothers. He thought that was what he wanted. Was it? Or was he longing for something else?
Next installment of this story. The first one was so successful, I couldn't stop writing. And now here you have it. I hope you enjoy!

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Mm! Read another story like this on Wattpad! I love how Mikey's character is written out really well! His feelings, his thoughts and reactions! Just amazingly well done! I love my ototo even more when I read masterpieces like this! 😄👏👏👏💖