Well. Here it is. I'm happy to finally get the first chapter up, and many are to follow. So, uh, um. ENJOY:D

Another Friday, Another Argument

Donatello stared at his brother in orange, a look that said what-are-you-thinking setting on his face. "You're going to do what, Mikey?" he asked for the fifth time since his brother told him what he was going to do next week. Michelangelo sighed. "I said, I'm going to introduce Rosa to the family. I've said this what, six times already?" Mikey replied once more. "I thought you'd have understood the first time, but evidently I must have been speaking French or something."

Don put up his goggles so they sat on his head and stood from his seat, proceeding to look his brother over.

"What's the look for dude?" His brother had his signature curious look now, and his hand was at Mikey's temple, as if he was checking for a fever. Don picked up a stethoscope and put the cold, steely end to his chest, moving it around every second or two. He put the stethoscope away and sat in his chair with a defeated sigh, and looked at his happy-go-lucky brother, who now had an annoyed look written on his features.

"Well, you don't seem sick, and I'm pretty sure Raph hasn't beaten you senseless recently, so I take it you really mean to take her down here, right?" he said with a chuckle, Mikey rolling his eyes. "But bro, last time I checked, Leo and Raph still hate the fact you like her and continue to see her, remember?" Don continued with a glance at the computer room door.

Mikey looked at the door as well, with a look of distaste. "Well, it's not my problem they're so wound up, and hey," he turned to his brother who had come to stand beside him, a humongous smile replacing his frown. "It's not my fault they're jealous!" Don chuckled again, and continued the joke. "And who said I wasn't jealous? I might make a move on her, you know." he said with a grin.

"Oh, you might, huh? But I thought you liked April still?" Mikey retorted with a smirk. "And besides, you're way to shy and timid to do something as bold as that."

"Hey, people change, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. But for you to change, we'd have to give you an electrical shock and hope you wake up different."

"Same for you too." He brought his hand up and rubbed his chin for a second. "Maybe…nah, that wouldn't work."

"What won't work?" Mikey asked, now curious.

"Oh, I had hoped that Rosa might knock some maturity into you, but then again, Raph's been trying for years and failed." he explained with a chuckle. Mikey smiled. It was times like this that he enjoyed, when you can just relax and joke around. And with Don, those moments were rare. In fact, those moments with anyone were all but extinct because of his human contact. "Well, you gotta give him credit for trying though." he said with a shrug. Don nodded in agreement, a smile on his face.

"But, Mikey, are you absolutely, positively sure about bringing her down?" Don queried with a worried look. Michelangelo was silent for a few moments, and then nodded. "Absolutely. And think about it, if Leo and Raph meet her, they might warm up to her. I mean, she's really nice and I've told her all about you guys and everything, and she's perfectly okay with holding our existence a secret." he rambled, staring at no particular spot on the ceiling. "She's not like everyone else who's screamed and ran away."

Donatello looked at his brother, a cross of relief, concern, and worry etched in his face. "Okay, if you're sure. Good luck." And with that he turned back to the table he was at, put his goggles down and looked intensely at a machine part Mikey couldn't identify. Mikey himself walked through the computer room door and headed to the kitchen, the thought of food dancing around in his head and making him salivate.

He quickly got out peanut butter, jelly, bananas, and bread and proceeded to make his special Quintuple-Decker Banana Tower Sandwich. It took about an hour to eat, so once he made it, he would be at the table for awhile. So, it wasn't long before everyone else in the lair came out to eat dinner, to talk, and argue about Rosa. And around that time of day, Mikey usually tuned out on most of what was said. And around this time of day, Raph was in full steam and his is temper about to tip off.

And at that moment, Raph was pissed off and was taking it out on his punching bag. Earlier that morning, he hadn't been able to perfect a new kata, and he had lost to Leo in sparring. For the tenth time that week. And it did not help when Mikey bellowed for dinnertime.

"Come on everyone!! The soup's getting cold!" Mikey yelled out of the kitchen, the soup itself sitting on the counter in a big pot, which really wasn't cold at all. Raph stopped anyways, huffed, and stormed out of his room towards the dinner table, where Leo and Don had already gotten their soup and where sitting down at the table.

The temperamental brother continued into the kitchen to retrieve his share of soup from his least favorite brother at the moment, Michelangelo. He picked up his bowl quickly and stood before Mikey, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Raph only glared darkly at him.Seeing the look he was receiving, Mikey poured Raph his soup, and smiled softly. "Somethin' wrong?" Mikey asked as he proceeded to throw away the family size can of soup into the nearby trash can.

"Oh. Nuthin'. Nuthin' at all." Raph growled intentionally, his look darkening further. His orange masked brother grinned once again, and walked out and sat at the table, where Master Splinter had sat as well. Raphael followed, albeit grouchily, to the table as well and sat abruptly all the while glaring daggers at Mikey.

Mikey, pretending to be oblivious to Leo and Raph's stares, continued to sketch out a drawing of his cat, Klunk, who laid lazily on the edge of the table while Donatello petted him slowly. Master Splinter sipped his tea silently, occasionally glancing at each brother and sighing when he observed his oldest sons and their hateful manners.

"Finished!" he finally said, raising his drawing to show Don. Mikey grinned at Donnie's smile and nod, and turned to show his two moody brothers, who where still brooding. "Hey, what do you guys think?" he asked, his eyes bouncing between the two.

"It's okay." the one in blue said with a glare.

"…Nice." the other muttered through gritted teeth.

Mikey frowned at his brothers reactions, slowly putting down his drawing and sliding it to Master Splinter. He looked to his master, who now had a nice smile on his face, which brought a smile to his as well. "Do you like it?" he asked quietly. His mentor nodded in a yes.

He sighed contently. "Thanks. I'm gonna give it to Rosa." he declared before he could stop himself from saying Rosa's name. Mikey eyed Raph warily, noting that growling was coming from his throat. Donatello gulped, and glanced at the clock. "Uh, um, Mikey? It's 9:55. On Friday night. Shouldn't you be going?" he asked nervously, his fingers absent-mindedly twirling his mask tails.

"D'oh!" Mikey exclaimed with a face-palm. He dashed into his room for just a moment, emerged, now adorning a coat and fedora and held a few drawings in his hand, including his recent Klunk sketch, and dashed back out. He was quickly at the door, which he swung open swif-

"What can ya see in 'er?"

Michelangelo froze at the remark. Raph now stood inches from is baby brother, rage, hate, concern and many other emotions swirling inside of him. Despite being asked a question, Mikey remained silent and still.

"Well? Ya gonna answer?"

Mikey slumped considerably, and turned to face his enraged brother. He could already see Don heading towards his lab, while his master and Leo continued to watch. He sighed. "Can we talk later?"

"No. I wan' ta know now." Raph growled threateningly as he crossed his arms.

Mikey sighed once more. When Raph wanted something, he usually never stopped until he got it. He knew it was useless trying to get away now. "Fine. First off, she's beautiful. Understanding. Caring. And most importantly, she's not making a fit every time I leave." he whispered as he leaned closer to his face, a scowl replacing his nervous frown.

"I just find it sad that you can't get over it and let me and Rosa be. Or are you jealous?" he continued with a smirk. Raphael quickly turned red, and Mikey thought he could see steam coming from his brother's non-existent ears. "I. Am. Not!" he shouted.

"Sure you aren't. Now, if you'll excuse me."

And with a huff, he quickly turned and left, slamming the door in his wake, and leaving his older brothers more fumed than ever.

"Dumbass." came the red kappa's retort.

Okay, I know, I know, the chapter was short. I'm pissed at myself too. But don't worry, the following chappies will be much longer! Remember, READ AND REVIEW!!!! Please?

God, I have so much to do.