Ever since he could remember, he had always heard lies about him from his three older brothers, of course they weren't that bad really. So yeah, maybe he was a bit distracted when doing something before another thing called his attention, maybe he was a bit annoying when trying to do his pranks at his brothers, maybe, just maybe, he was a bit silly and happy just so that his brothers could smile and be content themselves with his shenanigans.

All those things were some of the things his brothers had assumed he was.

And he hated that.

He wasn't stupid.

He wasn't clumsy.

He wasn't innocent or pure.

He wasn't naïve either.

He wasn't merciful.

He was a ninja.

He was a warrior.

He was a survivor.

He was persuasive.

He was a liar.

And a good one at that.

Maybe that was the reason his brothers never knew different or were in the dark about his true nature.

Now, don't take him wrong, he liked humans, after all, he had April and Casey as friends, but there were days he despised humans a lot. Days like when they saved a few people during the week from other humans without receiving a 'thanks', just screams and 'monsters!' were the words that would tend to escape from those trembling lips that just moments ago were asking to be saved.

Why were humans ungrateful?

Why were humans hurting each other?

Why were they so stupid?

He once laughed a bit too loud when those thoughts appeared again in his head, earning raised eye ridges from his big brothers, looking at him funny. He just ended telling a lie as to why the sudden outburst and they either shrugged or shook their head at him before returning back to the lair.

It was so easy to lie to them.

It was also easy to lie to himself.

Like that other time when he killed someone.

He remembers telling himself it had been in self defence, that the guy had a gun pointed at his head and was about to shoot at him. There was never a gun, no self defence, no threat.

Michelangelo simply had made one little mistake, ending up slipping from the roof and falling into bags of trash. Thank the stars that his brothers were nowhere around when it happen, they would of laughed at him. While standing up and making sure he was ok, he heard a gasp behind him, making him tense before turning around and looking into the eyes of a homeless man.

The moment the guy saw him better, he began to throw stuff and was screaming. Really, it was something Mikey would of just let it slide and would of gone to the roofs again if it weren't for those words.

"Abomination","Monster"

There were more words thrown at him, but those two were the ones that made him snap something that had been holding him for a while.

When he came to, his hands and his now formed kusarigama were covered in blood, not his, but of the guy that was laying limp on the floor, throat cut open, blood spilling from there.

"...I should probably be going" and that was that. He remembers cleaning himself and his weapons before returning to the lair.

He tries to forget that he killed a possible innocent man that so far the only 'flaw' Michelangelo had seen was to judge him to fast.

Or perhaps not.

Perhaps that man was right.

He had killed him without a real reason.

Did he felt bad when it happened? No.

He actually felt really content with that.

Maybe he was a monster.

But as long as no one knew.

He was to keep being Mikey, the prankster, the joy of the family.