To please everyone
by. Raigon
Always grumpy, always with an attitude ...what would Raphael be like if he actually followed orders for once, thought of everyone's feelings before his own, and simply acted like a better brother. A wish upon a star can sometimes come true, but when the fantasy become reality ...the old saying always bleeds through, " Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it".
(Wish upon a star trilogy#1)
A hand would grip another.
A weight would slam against brick …..as sweat would run down his muscles and eyes would lock on one another.
Green into blue.
Fear, they both had it curling in the back of their minds, but only one allowed it to come to the surface.
The other, older …he couldn't afford such a reaction …such a thought.
Not now …as he held on tightly.
"Don't you dare let go."
He would snarl at his baby brother.
The three fingers would seem to tighten on his wrist, at his words, and the fingers would dig into his skin so hard that he was sure that he would bruise. It didn't matter to him, he could tighten his hold until he bleed, just as long as he doesn't let go.
His own hand was already lock on tight enough that he was surprise he hadn't broken bone.
With that assurance, he would break eye contact then and try to look back over his shoulder. The fighting was still going on, and he knew that their absences hadn't been miss. It was only sheer luck that their enemies were few for a change. That meant that his other two brothers could keep them busy enough that they didn't come have time to finish them off ….as his other hand press harder against the brick. He would throw his weight completely backwards as he heard his brother's belly scrape against the stones. If he wasn't a turtle, he would have one hell of a rug burn, and as he flew over the brick siding and straight into the gut of his rescuer …neither would have cared either way.
He was alive, and now, he was safe.
"Thanks."
One would mutter as the other would shove him sharply off of him. There was no sense of relief on the older's face, only annoyance. He was missing the battle thanks to him, and that was almost a slap in his face as he added to already wounded feelings.
"Just keep your head in the game."
That was the best of an acceptance he would get for the thanks. Probably more than he deserved for wasting his time, and for screwing up so badly. The older turning to charge back into battle, he never notice the shiver that rack the younger. His eyes glancing back to what could have been his death. A 50 feet drop off the side of a building, and for a moment he can't move. He can't breathe. There was no way, he would throw himself immediately back into the fray. If his older sibling had been a few more steps away, if he hadn't guess where he would be thrown.
He shook his head hard.
The orange tails of his mask would snap from right to left quickly.
He can't afford to freeze at this moment.
His brothers still needed him ….at least two of them, and thus, Michelangelo push his way past the fear. He pushes what just happen to him into the back of his mind, and rejoins the fray. He can worry about it at another time.
Though the battle seems to end before he could do anything.
He wasn't needed.
Though, he didn't feel unwanted.
One brother would check him over for physical damage, while the other checks for mental one, and the one that save him, his rescuer, only glares. Mikey had to correct himself, he didn't feel unwanted by most of his brothers.
Why?
Why couldn't he see he was still shaken?
Why couldn't he give a word of concern?
All the way home, he felt his intense glare on the back of his shell. So, when Mikey turns to look into the eyes of his red mask brother, the glare didn't change or flinch away. Though, Mikey found himself quickly looking away.
It wasn't right? Why didn't he act more like a brother to him, to them? Raph, the aloof, Raph, the attitude, but never, Raph the concern brother. No, they were all a hinderance to him …in one way or another. Mikey's eyes would go to his two brothers, purple and blue, genius and leader, and to Raph, just more annoyances. One nags him too much, and the other ….well, it was probably the same compliant. All of them worry about him, but he never worries about them.
It wasn't fair.
Mikey looks upwards into the night sky as they drop back to street level. As his oldest brother would move the cover to their sewer home, and motion for them to all enter, Mikey would see one star shining brighter than the others. The one in blue always enter the tunnels last after such a close call, and that gave Mikey time. His concern was in his actions if not in his face …as purple went next, red third, and finally orange would be the last ….as he makes a wish before he disappears into it's depth.
~I wish Raph was a better brother …."
Chapter 1 - finished
