based on the 2012-2013 version

"You, Pitchnight, are my brother's perfect other half. not mine."

"why did you do this to me? you led me on...I thought we-"

"were not."

"I love you Raphael. why would you do this? don't you love me?"

"I love you pitch. I just love my brother more."

~Raphael to Pitch

chapter 1 six months later

Mikey woke up with his face in a comic book. yawned and rubbed the back of his stiff neck. well, that was a bad position. he twisted his neck to the sides a few times, then got to his feet, tying his mask around his crystal blue eyes, and grabbing his numchucks from his cluttered desk. alright, another day. Mikey left his room satisfied, minus the pain in his neck.

Leo was trying to cook, the pancake he was making was burning, and looked more like a lump of old burt meatloaf than a pancake.

"Leo? what is THAT?" Mikey couldn't take his eyes of the monstrosity of a breakfast.

"AGH! I give up!" Leo threw his hands up in surender, taking a deep breath he scraped the pancake off of the pan. "ok..ok I got this." he cracked an egg into the pain, carefully. not the expert way, Mikey always did it three eggs at a time. three quick taps and let out the product. but Leo had to bang the egg a good several times just to get a hole.

"uh, Leo-"

"nope! no, Mikey... I got this..." Leo focused. Mikey turned an saw Raph and Donnie watching Leo.

"Leo, just let Mikey do it." Donnie tried to convince his stubborn older brother.

"no, donnie. I got this..."

"well, breakfast specialites today include akward pancakes, shell-y omlets, and a side of Leo and his toaster vendetta." Raph crossed his arms. Mikey couldn't help but giggle at that. Leo slid a burnt egg on a plate, it was pretty awkward. not quite over-easy and not quite scrambled.

Strangled.

was the first word that came to Mikey's head about the egg.

"nope. I think this toaster vendetta is FINALLY over." Leo smiled. it seemed ever since they were kids, whenever Leo lied hands on the toaster it, would break. "I'm actually making toast right now." Leo patted it lightly, and it tipped over, flinging out near-black toast onto the egg. setting it on fire. Leo, just watched it burn, and then, with nothing else to burn, it set itself out.

"forget it." Leo said, turning to the toaster "it's ON! you...piece of metal! take the stage, Mikey." Leo walked out of the kitchen. Donnie and Raph cheered,

"breakfast is saved." Mikey smiled, taking out the eggs, and cracking them like an expert. not an extra shell to be seen in it.

they were all sitting at the table, enjoying Mikey's famous cheese omlets. and they were all looking at him eagerly.

"whats up, dudes?" Mikey asked, confused by their excited expressions.

"well," Leo started, smiling. "it's the first."

"huh?"

"of the month." Donnie told him.

"...I'm not following..."

"of June, arn't you paying attention?" Raph said, pretty annoyed.

"no I never pay att- WHAT?! really? a-are you guys kidding me?" Mikey started grinning, excitment gleamed in his eyes. his older brother's laughing at Mikey slowness. Mikey flipped over the table, "Let's go met her, dudes."

"whoa, Mikey." Leo stopped him. Mikey's expression dropped much to a sad puppy,

"why not?"

"Mikey, we can't go out in broad day-light you know this." Leo scoffed, lightening a bit a his little brother. "don't worry, I'm sure Pitch will be back at night. she's a mutant just like we are and she knows to travel at night. that's something we taught her outselves." Leo recalled the heated discussion over the manner of time limits. her green eyes glaring at Leo as she snarled a forced FINE. Leo wondered what crazy adventures the inexperienced mutant had to share. I hope she found what she was looking for. Leo felt a bit queasy in his stomach. how sad it would be if she just sent a letter saying that she could'nt come back because she hasn't found herself yet. and she needs another six months. oh Mikey would just be BROKEN. Leo shook his head furiously, stop thinking about the downfalls, she'd never do that to Mikey. not even the outragious hunter would do that. but somthing was DEFINATNLY off. maybe your just overracting? yes, that must be it...

but he wasn't.