Hello people of this website. I'm MRG and I'm here with a new story. This has been planned out and everything cause it's a plot bunny I've had for a while which has grown to massive proportions, but I would still like to hear suggestions on some parts of it so there will be an "what should I do next part" at the end of some chapters. This is based off a theory I've had which spawned the bunny. Enjoy :D (Changes made due to me feeling that this chapter was too long)

I Don't Own TMNT.

"I'm gonna beat it. I'm gonna beat it." was a chant flying through the lair of our favorite turtles as the youngest played on the game system in, what was classed as, the living room. Noises coming from the TV as Mikey only had one thought on his mind, and that was beating Raph's track time on the game "Dirt Track Racing."

"Almost there, almost there," Mikey whispered as if to keep the rhythm he has had for the last half hour, playing the game as if it would be the end of the world if he didn't beat Raph's score. It becomes more evident when you realise that there was a bet involved that it might just be the end of the world. Winner gets the loser as a personal slave for a month.

"Come on you stupid car. Move towards the finish line. I'm nearly out of time. Please let me win." Mikey's face was now so close to the screen, the light from the should have been damaging his eyes.

The fear he felt if Raph won the bet was taking over his mind, enforcing him to only focus on the the car and the road, and just when he was about to cross the finish line..."Mikey get in the AHHH!"

Instinct take over as he finishes his race. Not allowing anything or anyone to interrupt him. And as he crossed the line and look at the time, there was a silence. You would be able to hear a pin drop within the room. As Mikey's baby blue eyes widened as he realised what he has won. The power he now has. What he can now do to torture his brother. "Mwahaha. Mwahahaha. MWAHAHAHAHAAAAA."

"Lets never, ever, fight Mikey when he is playing a game. Especially when there is a bet involved," Leo whispered to Donnie next to him as Mikey danced around the living room, with Raph knocked out on the couch with no idea where he was or what happened.

"Agreed," was the only response Donnie could give as Raph came back to the real world. Jumping up with his face turning as red as his mask, looking ready to kill the orange ball of happiness that was still dancing, completely unaware of the danger he was facing. "We should probably stop him shouldn't we Leo?"

"Yes but then how would Mikey learn his lesson Don?" Leo's eyes gained a sinister sheen to them as he looked at the scene ready to unfold. "Consider it their morning warm up." His smile widened at the thought, having no plan to exclude them from their normal warm up as well.

At this point Raph's body tensed as Mike danced closer to him. With a righteous roar, he launched at the orange masked turtle.

They both fell to the ground rolling, Raph aiming to strangle the other, while Mike thought he was trying to get out the bet. "I'm going to kill you Mikey!"

"You will not get out of this bet Raphie, I know own you boy!"

They continued the fight, neither hearing or caring about what the other had to say. They only believed that the other should pay. Leo and Donnie just stood to the side, waiting for the inevitable voice to speak up and stop the fight before it got too far. They didn't need to wait long.

"Yame!" Came the strong voice that each of the turtles could recognise without having to look at the owner. Splinter stood at the entrance of the dojo, his finger tapping the top of his cane as he looked at his two fighting sons. "Enough of this. Raphael, I told you to gather your brothers, did I not?"

"Yes sensei but-"

"No buts, Raphael. And Michelangelo, what have I told you about fighting your brother?"

"Not to sensei but-"

"No buts, Michelangelo. Now I would like for all of you to join me in the dojo as I have an important announcement to make, which involves each of you." Splinter scolded each of his sons, taking note of their ashamed expressions on their faces. He turned quickly and headed into the room to wait for his sons.

"Great going Bonehead, now I'm in trouble cause of you," Raph turned to his younger brother, anger still present in his eyes. He did not, however, notice Mikey's confused face when he said this.

"My fault? You tried to get out of the bet! I'm not backing down from that!" Mike's confused expression turned to righteous anger, not believing Raph was trying to blame him.

"Wait, what? What the hell are you-"

"Enough you two" Leo stepped in before it could end up in a fight again, his voice stern and in leader mode. "We need to go see what sensei wants to tell us. Come on."

This is a line break!

The others followed him as he entered the dojo, seeing their sensei inside ready for them. They sat in front of him, waiting for him to start. Each fidgeting as they pondered what their master had to tell them."My sons, It is nearly time for your right of passage to being full ninjas."

This is not what any of them expected. Leo believed that it would be about the threats that they face daily, Raph about their constant fighting with each other, and Don thought it was more on how they can improve. Mike, however, believed it would be a lecture on how they were not good enough yet and that they needed to improve, with plans on increased training. He got them enough so he believed it was time the rest got them as well. He was wrong like the rest.

"When you reach the age of 16, you gain the choice to go to the ninja tribunal and train under a style of your choosing. I have been teaching you the Dragon style so far. A style that is common for members of the Hamato family to train under. However, you now have the opportunity to learn a new style. I believe you will all make the right choice on this. But choose wisely my sons, as this is the style you will dedicate your life to."

Now this surprised the brothers, as they knew how important this decision would be be. The began to ponder the style they may want. What would they like to train under. One that would ensure that they stayed together. Until Don, the ever curious one asked a question. "What did it say about the Dragon Style, sensei?"

Splinter smiled at his son, waiting for that question to be asked. "I believe they explained it as a steady, flowing style. Each of its moves easily going from one to the other with no thinking or changing required. It is a set style with no alterations from the original style taught, though michelangelo has tried to do this." His stern gaze rested on the youngest member of the family, who returned it with a sheepish grin. "It involves a steady and calm mind to work efficiently, relying on strength with its moves to create a devastating impact. This is why I have dedicated much of your younger training to increasing your strength, though some didn't continue this. This event will start at the end of the month and will last for a total of 5 years. Say goodbye to April and Casey as will I. For now though, we prepare to leave" His gaze once again landed on Michelangelo, who was too deep in his thoughts to notice.

Each of the turtles were. Three seeing how this style would benefit them, believing it would be perfect for all of them. One saw it different though.

Mike knew that the Dragon style would not suit him. He was always active, always moving and changing. Its why he changed the moves that Splinter taught them since, unlike his brothers who were strength based in their moves, he was speed. Speed was his best aspect, so he changed the style he had been using to account for this, even against Splinter's, then Leo's, wishes. He would not be happy with this style, but he could already see his brothers gaining smiles on their faces, knowing that they would think different from him and that he was only being difficult. He knew he was right as soon as Leo opened his mouth.

"This seems like a great style sensei. I'm not sure why we would change styles if we have already started learning one." He nodded sagely, like this was a thought shared between him and his brothers. THis was reinforced when he looked to the side and saw His immediate two younger brothers nodding. He was, however, confused when Mikey didn't.

Splinter saw this as well, knowing he will have to work with his youngest to get him prepared for the style specifications to enter, believing this to be the cause of him not joining his brothers. He felt angry when he first saw Michelangelo adapting the style he taught them, not understanding why he did so. When he forbid Michelangelo from doing it, he thought that would be the end of it. It wasn't. And he couldn't help but feel betrayed by this.

"Do not worry, Michelangelo. We will work on getting you ready for the style with your brothers." He smiled softly towards said turtle, seeing a look of understanding pass between the others. It did not change Mike's expression though. "The rest of you, leave me to talk with Michelangelo."

The others looked at said turtle, all three knowing that they would be outside, listening to what was said. As They left however, they wondered how much work Mikey would need to put in to get to their level of strength, but worst of all was the question that was waiting to be asked, swirling in all three of their heads.

"Can he do it?"

The start of this Story is now DONE! Please leave a review to tell me if I should continue.