Part one of a series of sorts.
Warnings- None
Disclaimer- You can check my pockets, I don't own 'em.
Raph hated humming.
Completely and entirely, with every fiber of his being.
He couldn't understand why someone couldn't just either start singing or shut up. Though he'd prefer the latter.
He never hummed.
It was a horrible sound. A grating, buzzing rumble of sorts that never seemed to end, just driving him further and further into the dark pit that was his anger. That and he was completely tone-deaf.
He vividly remembered times as a kid where his brothers would pester him constantly over his inability to hold a solid note. The tones and notes just jumbled up around his head and all came out with a screeching, wailing pitch that even drove Klunk into hiding. In all honesty, he'd never really cared much for singing anyways.
Or at least, that's what he told himself.
He usually just stuck with the 'shutting up' idea.
His brothers on the other hand, loved to hum. Or at least they loved to annoy him by humming.
They all had death wishes.
In his younger days, he used to chase his brothers around yelling vague and completely empty (Well for the most part) threats at them until he caught them all and they ended up in a giggling pile of arms and legs.
That was back in the day when they had nothing to worry about. Before when home-destroying robots and evil ninja were just bad nightmares that could be soothed away with a warm cup of hot chocolate and a hug from dear old dad.
Way back when he thought he and his brothers were invincible.
Now, he definitely knew better; getting nearly killed almost twice a week will do that to you.
Seeing a brother buried under tons of falling debris will do that to you as well.
He still hated humming, but crawling through piles of broken concrete and wiring calling and searching desperately, it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.