Chapter One

Just like any other night, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo were patrolling the city. Silently hopping from one roof the the next, seeking danger. More specifically, the Kraang and the Foot Clan. But the Purple Dragons were a possible occurrence. Leonardo was in the front of the line, leading them for the sixteenth and final round of the night. Raphael and Michelangelo were arguing again, but quietly, so they were not noticed by the public. Donatello was silent, as usual. He had been listening to Raphael and Michelangelo's argument for the past two and a half hours.

"Mikey, you're such a screw up! All you do is make mistakes!" Raphael moaned, tripping Michelangelo up.

"Nobody's perfect! You make mistakes too!" Michelangelo sighed, standing up and continuing to run.

"Yeah? Well, my mistakes don't put us in danger! You nearly got us killed because you couldn't shut up!"

"It was a good song and I thought you'd like to hear it! Anyway, I never talk to you properly now, all you do is yell at me, all I wanted to do was talk to you!"

"Well, I don't want to talk about songs! You can't sing anyway!" Michelangelo breathed in and sighed. He thought of something else to talk about. How about dinner? No..what about art? Yeah! I love art and Raph does too! Michelangelo thought.

"Raph?"

"What, looser?"

"I was drawing a picture yesterday, and I'm wondering if you would like to see it when we get home…" Secretly, Raphael thought that Michelangelo was an amazing artist. He also knew that Michelangelo wanted to live up to his name and be an artist.

"No. I hate your artwork! It's just awful! It looks like a toddler drew it with their foot! You'll never get anywhere in the art business!" Raphael immediately regretted saying that. But the damage had been done. Michelangelo swallowed hard, believing every word that Raphael had said. Tears welled up in his eyes as he sped up, eyeing the drain that lead to the lair. He sprinted towards it, and once inside, he ripped the orange mask off his face and hung it up in his room. Slamming his bedroom door, Michelangelo got out his eighteenth sketchbook, it was almost full. He tore out every page and shredded it. Then he proceeded to shred all other seventeen full sketchbooks. He cried as he did so but he didn't care. Just as he destroyed the final book, someone knocked at the

"Mikey, it's me, Leo, is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah…" Michelangelo stuttered as he dried his eyes. Leonardo immediately sensed the sadness but knew that Raphael had to fix the mistake he made. Whether he wants to or not.

"Okay, if you're sure. Well, there's pizza downstairs, are you hungry?"

Michelangelo was starving but didn't want to talk to Raphael. He told Leo, but Leo simply said:

"You don't have to talk to him, just get some dinner and talk to Donnie, tell him what happened, I will make sure Raph knows that he has upset you." Reluctantly, Michelangelo opened his door. Leonardo noticed Michelangelo's bloodshot eyes where he had cried.

"Mikey…" Leonardo didn't really see Michelangelo upset that often, so he didn't know what to say.