Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction (well, posted at least!), and I'm pretty excited to say the least. I've been writing for a little under a year now, but have just gotten around to actually posting and completing the stories! Oops.. But it's here now, so it's time to celebrate! I'd appreciate it if you'd leave a review, telling me if you liked it or not and if you have any constructive criticism! Oh, I don't own any ninja turtles. (Sadly..) Enjoy!
Just Come Here Already!
"MIKEY!" Michelangelo giggled and leapt up from the chair, plastron heaving with laughter. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Raphael skidded out of the kitchen, and Mikey just laughed harder. Raph's face was splattered with splashes of bright bright blue, as was his plastron. The front of his bandana was a nice shade of lavender, and the rims of his eyes were a navy blue.
"No you won't!" Mikey snickered, lifting up the half-used vial of some mysterious substance he'd stolen from Donnie's lab. Mockingly, he shook it, screwing up his beak in faux disappointment. "Poor Raphie, I think he just realized red wasn't his color." He winced as Raph roared in agitation.
Raphael sprinted across the living room and lunged, aiming for his little brother cowering behind the couch. Mikey ducked, and Raph went crashing into the wall. Mikey snorted as he flipped across the couch.
Raph shook his head dazedly before standing up a bit wobbly and standing on the opposite side of the couch.
"What'chu gonna do, Raphie-Poo?" Mikey taunted, hopping from foot to foot. The adrenaline pumping through his veins made him long for the thrill of the chase.
Raph furrowed his eye ridges, causing his red mask to crinkle in the middle. His eyes were impenetrable, a green brick wall, and Mikey silently wondered what his brother was going to try and pull.
"Come here." Raph said somewhat calmly.
That was a new one. Mikey frowned slightly; Raph had never tried this perspective before. He'd need to tread carefully, as if he was skating on thin ice.
"Why?" Mikey took a step back, almost tripping backwards over a patched up beanbag.
"Just come here," Raph grunted a little more impatiently than last time.
"No you're gonna hit me!" Mikey shrieked. Raph's face darkened into a devilish grin.
"Shell yeah I am. You better run, twerp!" Raphael lunged again, this time grabbing the youngest turtle's arm as Mikey tried to run. Mikey let out a frightened squeal as he tugged out of Raph's grasp and towards the garage.
"Help meeeeee!"
Donatello and Leonardo both simultaneously stuck their heads out of the dojo and lab. Donatello smirked triumphantly at the sounds of fright emanating from the garage. Leonardo shook his head wearily; who knows how many times he'd warned Mikey before not to antagonize Raph.
Leonardo met awkward eye contact with his genius of a little brother and exchanged identical smirks. "I think he'll be okay."