He eyed it questionably.

He had almost missed it when he stormed into his secluded bedroom and exasperatedly flopped onto his bed. Luckily, he was able to steady the wobbly glass of milk before it tipped and leaked all over the bedside table. The warm plate of brownies next to it wouldn't taste so good if it was drowned in the refreshing white liquid. That would've been a serious downer.

But it's not like his day could've gotten worse. He had been told off by his entire team while on patrol. Apparently, it's entirely unacceptable that he accidently blew their cover while sneaking up on some Purple Dragons. "Accidently" being the magic word. He was only trying to better position himself and that trashcan just happened to be in his way.

And if that wasn't bad enough, one of the punks was able to slip away with whatever stolen goods he carried, and everyone (including Splinter!) blamed it on him. Because of that false accusation, he was forced to listen to at least an hours' worth lecture from their sensei. Geez, he could practically recite every single one of his father's excessively expressed words.

However, this questionable plate of steamy chocolate chunks drowned any previously disturbing thoughts. It did, though, bring up a fair amount of questions such as who had left it for him. He's supposed to be the chef of the family; everyone else only masters in the art of boiling up some ramen noodles. He sure as shell didn't make it for himself, and he was positive that if his siblings had tried to, they would've set it in flames.

Besides, everybody seemed to be on wit's end with him – especially a certain hothead. The maniac was growling, muttering, and occasionally went off the deep end the entire walk back to the lair. No one dared to disturb him while he was in that state of mind. Even when they were in Sewer Sweet Sewer, the second eldest practically ripped the punching bag to shreds. Therefore, the young turtle wouldn't be surprised if the delectable looking brownies in front of him were stuffed with a dose of poison.

He sighed at that thought, pushing the plate further away from him. The guilt tugged at him for the umpteenth time. He really didn't mean to ruin the mission (again). He never really does. These problems just seemed to.. happen, and he's always caught in the crossfire. But who knows; maybe he really was the screw up everyone referred him as.

Rubbing tiredly at his eyes, the young terrapin chanced a second glance towards the alluringly warm plate. He doesn't deserve it. He should probably be doing some extra training with Leo so he doesn't mess everything up the next patrol. But if the rest of his family thought the same, why did they leave him these scrumptious, double-layered, chocolaty flavored treats right under his nose? And most importantly, they weren't burned to a crisp either!

The temptation was too strong after mere seconds. Cautiously, Michelangelo reached over and raised the biggest piece he could find with greedy fingers. Soon enough, he was munching that irresistibly heavenly godsend in his mouth with his baby blue eyes closed in utter bliss. With each prolonged chew, he felt his worries melting away with the soft chocolate in his smiling mouth. If they were poisoned, he couldn't care less at that point.

Meanwhile, Leonardo pulled away from the doorway he was peeking through and matched the smile of his brother. It was the goofy grin of the youngest that could tear through the darkest situations like a beacon. When that light was gone, Mikey disappeared with it.

And so, the leader had put his heart and soul into his efforts just to see it flicker back on again.

A/N

This was a suggestion from a friend(:

Should I continue this with the other brothers, or is this good enough? Heh, I have no idea what I'm doing..

Reviews are welcomed !