So here's a short story that takes place in the IDW comics. I based this fic on issue #62, which is one of my favorite issues of all time. It feels more like a poem or something. But oh, well.
"My sons," Father whispered to the three Brothers, "meet your new brother."
Mother held the newest member of the family in her arms. Although she was sweating greatly from the intense labor and her hair was a mess, she was still as beautiful as ever. She smiled down warmly at the baby, stroking his cheek and hair.
Little Brother was crying.
He wanted to return to Mother's warm womb after feeling the chilly winter air. The sounds he made were heart-wrenching.
Big Brother didn't like to see him cry.
He begged Mother to let him hold his Little Brother. She told him that he was too little to carry him, but he could hold his tiny hand. The second he did, Little Brother stopped crying and looked up at him with his big brown eyes.
And then he smiled at him.
Little Brother was crying.
The thunder and lightning was scaring him.
Big Brother wished that Mother was here. She'd know what to do. But she'll never come back. Father said she won't. He missed Mother.
Little Brother continued to cry.
He cried for Mother to come and hold him in her arms.
Big Brother didn't like to see him cry.
He gently picked up the baby and put him in his lap. He stroked his hair and whispered words of comfort to him. Little Brother stopped crying and eventually went to sleep.
Big Brother soon fell asleep, himself, with his Little Brother safe in his protecting arms.
Little Brother was crying.
He wanted somebody to play with him. But nobody would.
Father was away on another trip. Oldest Brother was busy doing chores. Curious Brother was too preoccupied with his studies. And now Big Brother won't play with him simply because he didn't want to.
"Leave me alone, Little Brother," Big Brother huffed. "And stop crying. You're too old to be crying, anyway."
"Play with me!" the six year old boy continued to whine. "Play with me, Big Brother!" Tears continued to slide down his cheeks.
Big Brother didn't like to see him cry.
So he played with Little Brother.
Little Brother was crying.
His family had just been captured by Oroku Saki, and they were about to be put to death. Today was their last day.
They all knelt on the grass that would soon be stained with their blood. A soldier stood behind each of them. They held their swords ready.
Little Brother was scared. They were all scared. But he was the only one who was crying.
Big Brother didn't like to see him cry.
He wanted to hold his Little Brother and comfort him in his final moments, but he couldn't. The ropes that bound him wouldn't allow it.
So all he could do was curse and spit at the evil men who dared to make his Little Brother cry.
The last thing he saw was Father's somber face. And the last thing he heard was the swish of a blade.
"Come back, Mike."
Raph knelt in front of Mikey and placed his hands on his shoulders.
"If you can't do it for Father, do it for your brothers, okay? Please? We miss you, kid."
Mikey stared at Raph for a moment. Then tears welled up in his eyes.
Little Brother was crying.
Big Brother didn't like to see him cry.
But before Raph could hold him or even say a word, Mikey leapt into his arms and embraced him. "I miss you guys, too," he whispered.
Big Brother wrapped his arms around Little Brother.
