Warnings: Not as funny as I intended it to be. You have been warned.

Author note: I know you already know the fic that inspired this: It had to be Blue by Sewer Slider. If you didn't knew now you do know, so I suggest you search for that story and read it. Is really good, told from a Purple Dragon POV. I won't tell you more, you have to find out.

It was a calm evening, the kind of evening when most people would relax while reading a book or peacefully watching tv. Of course, Michelangelo was not like most people, which made the calm evening thing even more peculiar. He had been quiet for a while and some other turtles, namely Leonardo and Donatello, were starting to get worried.

"Where is him?" the blue-clad turtle asked, while absentmindedly flipping from one channel to the next, then other and other and … you got the idea.

"Still in the kitchen. Not cooking, through."

That was an understatement. When Mikey cooked, sounds and aromas announced it to the rest of the family. But nothing was coming from the kitchen on this particular and calm evening. Not even Mikey.

"Do you think he is … alive?"

Don watched intently at his brother, with an okay you don't have to confirm you are insane I already know that look; but hey, this was Michelangelo they were talking about. If any of them could do the weirdest thing of the list that would be him. Then again …

"I think so, we should have heard something otherwise. He never does a thing silently."

"Yeah. Death would not be an exception."

The channel zapping continued. Why there was nothing interesting when they could tear the remote from their younger brothers' hands?

"But he …"

"Leo, he is okay, you worry too much. In fact, he is the most inoffensive of us in the kitchen."

"I know, but still …"

"He's not a little child you have to look after."

"I don't really agree on that, but that's not …"

"Leo," Donatello said, reproachfully.

"But it is too quiet! Mikey doesn't know how to keep things silent for long periods of time; he even sings while sleeping!"

"Your point?"

"He is not there."

"Not in the kitchen."

"Yes!"

It was a very sad thing to see your older brother slowly sliding down the puddle of insanity.

"And how do you suggest that would happen? Just think about it. There is no way anyone, especially Mikey, would get out of the kitchen without any of us noticing. We, the couch, the tv, are right on the way."

"So you say he is still there."

"Undoubtedly."

"And that's reassuring because …"

Leonardo looked at his brothers while the whole meaning of his words sunk. Something told him he still was not completely convinced.

"He could be doing a lot of things there, quietly …"

"Right."

"Counting beans …"

"U-hu."

"Meditating …"

"In the kitchen."

"Well, you never know with Mikey."

That earned him a risen eye ridge. He gave up; how did Leo to be right most of the time?

"Should we check?"

"No. He can believe we don't trust him."

"Of course, as you never make us feel like that." He was ignored.

"I'm thirsty, aren't you thirsty?"

That way, a plan was made. They got into the kitchen to find a confused Mikey, sitting at the table, an orange bandana in his hands. Something should be wrong with the piece of fabric, as their young brother looked at it as if this was the first time he ever did. Leo sited by his side, glass of water in the hand.

"What's the matter, Mikey?"

"Uh? Oh! It's just … I really don't understand it." He admitted, while scratching his head. Okay, that had a solution. Donnie was convinced he was really good at the understanding department.

"It is about your bandana, right?"

"Wow! How did you know?"

"Sheer luck, I guess. Is there something wrong with it?"

"Well, I really don't know. I've never noticed what it does."

"What do you mean what it does?"

"It's like, it's eerie, man. Here, let me show you." He tied the bandana on its place and turned first to face one brother and then the other. Whatever he was trying to show, they couldn't figure it out.

"What are we looking for?" Leo said. Donatello was still not ready to admit he was as clueless as him.

"Look at my eyes; don't you notice?"

"They don't look different to me."

"Not different, eerie."

"Eerie. Mikey, I'm gonna need more help than that."

"Okay, just keep looking at my eyes."

He took off the bandana, slowly; then acted as if tying it again, just as slowly. He grinned at Leonardo surprised expression.

"They are white!" He said.

"Well, in fact they are not. It only seems as if there were not pupils or irises." Donnie supplied, still ashamed that he didn't noticed first what Michelangelo was talking about.

"Okay, let me change it. They seem white. But how?"

"That's what I've been trying to discover the past hour. Check this, you see? They are just holes."

The orange bandana passed from hand in hand. Finally, Don returned it to its owner.

"It is just an illusion." He explained.

"Well, I already knew that! It is not as if they are made with some kind of futuristic material, are they? I just want to know how this illusion thing-y works."

By then, Leonardo had taken his bandana off, too. He felt as much curiosity as Mikey did, and was a little disappointed by Donnie's answer.

"It's too hard to explain, Mikey."

"Oh, come on, I'm not that stupid!"

"I didn't say you were! It's just a very arid topic; you would need to understand first some basics about light reflection, interdimensional calculus and advanced matricial theory, to name a few. There is no way I could resume that for you."

"So, I just accept your word. That it is an illusion."

"Yes."

"Man, that sucks. I just believed I will finally understand that Batman thing."

Blink, blink. What the shell is he talking about? Donnie wondered. Obviously, Leo did too.

"Batman?"

"Yeah! Well, not only Batman. There's Robin too, Flash and Green Lantern, just not all of them; and I don't know all their names, but I've already noticed that on them, you know? But never really noticed it on me till today and I guess is pretty cool, makes me feel as if I were a superhero too. And then I started to wonder how did it work because at first I though it had something to do with being one of them, as if they could change their appearance because of his powers. But then you have Batman, and he is just human but he has all that money and all that amazing gadgets …"

"What the shell is he talking 'bout?"

Don snapped out of it the trance to find Raph looking at the babbling turtle. He hurried out of the kitchen, closely followed by his older brother, leaving the unsuspecting Raphael to deal with Mikey.

"Hey, Raphie boy! You wanna see something cool?"

Yes, they were going to pay, but it didn't matter right now. They went to the sewers for a long walk.

"You really don't know, do you?"

Donnie glanced at his brother. He still had the blue fabric on the hand, and was fidgeting with it.

"If I don't know something is what are you talking about."

"Come on, Donnie! When did our ignorance stopped you from explaining something?"

"What, do you want the complete list?"

"Don, I'm your brother, we have lived together all our lives. I can say, without doubt, that you love enlightening us."

He was about to retort when a yell came from the tunnel.

"That was Mikey."

There was a pause, followed by what sounded like a wild animal roar.

"And Raph," Leo added. "And something breaking."

"I think we should explore that tunnel, you know? The one that's really long?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Oh, and, Leo? Could you use your bandana? Your eyes look really creepy like that."