A/N: I don't really know how long it take for a cargo ship to get from NY to France, so I guessed four days. Just bear with me, here.

Leonardo threw open the sliding door before crashing into his new bedroom and slamming the doors shut behind him. All as he did this, he thought about his most recent fight with Raphael, when he was still steaming over. Of course, just like the last few weeks, Raph had stormed out promising never to come back, never to return and never to see any of their family ever again. This happened several times a week now.

These fights had been getting out of hand. Ever since Master Splinter had passed away eight months ago, and the family had begun to fall apart. For the first month, they were held together solidly by their sorrow, and for a couple of months after that by Donatello's peacekeeping skills and Michelangelo's humor. The fourth month rolled around and Mikey's humor wasn't enough to make anyone but Don laugh anymore. The geeky, mellow turtle was able to keep his brothers together for about two more months until the beginning of July when Leo and Raph had their first fist fight over something as small as dinner. Weeks passed and it moved into weapons. Finally, today, was the biggest topic yet.

Leo had decided to follow old Japanese tradition and, as the 'oldest' and best fighter, moved all of his things into his father's room, where he can be known as the hokage the clan, the leader, the master. His brothers would have to call him Master of corse, but it's not like he would have treated them any different. I meant, they're still hid brothers, the men had had grown up with from boys, from infants, got out of -and into- everything together. They were still the people he loved and nothing would ever even slightly alter the way he treated them.

But, of corse Raphael didn't understand his reasoning.

He'd refused to ever call Leonardo 'Master' if his life depended on it. He had left the lair, claiming to never, ever come back.

Raph's POV

The docks were dark and there were crates and crates of merchandise in Manhattan's largest cargo port. Raphael had sworn never to return the sewers many times over the past weeks, but this time had gone overboard. He refused to call his brother 'Master', no matter what the ancient Japanese scrolls and traditions said. He was pushed around enough. Raph had one master, and his name was Splinter. There were no others.

So, this time, he would follow threw with his promise.

The cargo ship was headed for France, and better have enough room for a mutant turtle aboard.

Don's POV

As the months had gone by and Leo and Raph had split apart, gradually tearing them from us, as well, it was only natural for my other brother and I to be together like never before. Mike got me to do things I never thought I would, and likewise for him. So, right now, we were in the kitchen playing game of scrabble.

I know, right? Scrabble? Why would Mike play that? It's a word game, and he does anything but study vocabulary. But that's just my point. He's doing things he never would, just to spend more time with me. But, I've been doing the same. I actually played Halo this morning, and guitar hero before that. Of course, the only hobby I won't share with my baby brother is working in the lab. That's the one thing he refuses to do – and besides, he'd probably blow the whole lair to bits. No, instead, he sits at my computer and plays his little games. There is only about a few hours total during the day when we're not together.

This time, I agreed with Raph. I wouldn't call Leo 'Master' if my life depended on it. But I was afraid to say so. For once, I has afraid of my older brother.

Leo had stripped Raph of his honor.