Michelangelo woke up with a yawn as he heard the yelling from downstairs. Who was fighting this early? Wiping his eyes tiredly he rolled out of bed and grabbed his mask, putting it on as he left his room and jumped to the floor below where Donatello and Leo were...fighting? No, that never happens. Leo was too calm and Donnie tried to stay on everyones good side. They were the last two that would ever fight. He was relieved when he realized they weren't fighting but freaking out over breakfast.
Somehow, no one in the house could cook for their lives. It amused Mikey to no ends. It put him one step higher when it came to his older brothers. He may not be really smart, tough, or well prepared but he was a good cook. "Heya guys, what's up?" He asked, smirking.
"Mikey! When's breakfast gonna be ready?" Leo asked, giving his brother a this is not funny look, which made no sense to the orange clad turtle, considering no one had asked him to make breakfast. They must have been out of cereal.
"Dunno dudes. I didn't plan on making breakfast this morning."
The horrifying looks his brother's had made Mikey double over in laughter, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes, and he grinned. "It's no problem though! The amazing Michelango will make something!" He didn't have a problem with cooking for them, if he didn't the kitchen would probably catch aflame.
Don and Leo nodded and sat down at the kitchen table, watching Mikey closesly as he got out a bowl, pancake mix, a pan, and turned the stove on. He hummed as he began making the pancake mix and mixing it in a bowl. They were having a late morning, which was a rare accurance as they all kept to a pretty tight schedule.
"Yesterday Raph was with you?" Leo broke the silence, staring at Don, who nodded.
"He helped me test run the new updates to the turtlecycle."
"How long was he gone?"
"About an hour and a half, when he got back he told me it was fine, and went back to bed."
Mikey pouted and poured the mix into the pan, "He's always sleeping."His brother had barely spent any time with him at all. He didn't even pick on him anymore! Raphael had just kept all balled up to himself lately, and Mikey hated it. He missed the wrestling matches and teasing his second older brother.
"We know Mikey." Donnie stated, giving his brother an amused expression when the youngest turtle stuck his tongue out at them.
"I know you know."
"So what are we going to do about it? There's only so much sleep you can do before it's unhealthy." Donnie took a sip of his fourth cup of coffee that morning.
"Does he like, even train anymore bros?" He hadn't seen Raphael even near his punching bag for a few weeks, but he didn't check to see if he had been in the dojo.
Leo blinked, and shrugged. "I'm not sure, I never see him in the dojo anymore."
Donatello spoke up, "He trains. I heard him in his room last night. When he isn't asleep he just stays up there...Hey Mikey, you done yet?"
"So he's avoiding us?" Mikey asked with a pout then grinned, "Perfection takes time Donnie. You should know that." he teased, flipping one of the pancakes in the pan and pressing down on another. Maybe Raph was upset over getting hurt last year.
Leo chuckled and shook his head, as Donnie blinked and frowned. "Shut up Mikey." he huffed.
Mikey laughed again then shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you say, dude." Placing four pancakes on a plate, two for each of his brothers. He set the plates infront of his two older brothers and grinned.
"Thanks Mikey." Leo said before digging in, Donatello doing the same.
Once his brothers had finished eating he washed their dishes, made food for himself, then cleaned up. The normal morning routine actually, except usually Raphael was with them. Maybe he'd make some for him? With a smile he decided he'd make Raphael breakfast. Of course his brother wouldn't be ignoring the rest of them then.
With this in mind Mikey began making the ultimate pancake he mixed the pancake batter, adding marshmallows and chocolate, a little bit of cinnamon, and sugar too. Next he put it in the pan on the stove, watching it bake, Mikey knew Raphael liked his pancakes crispy on the sides so he let it stay in a little longer than needed before flipping it and putting it on a plate. The orange masked turtle made another just like the first one, then back stack them. Beneath each pancake there was chocolate syrup and butter, on top of the second one there was whip cream with chocolate shavings, a tad more cinnamon, and chocolate syrup. His brother had always like strawberries more than cherries so he sliced a strawberry and put the slices around the pancake. How could Raph ignore him now after this wonderful breakfast? With a grin he took the plate quickly-but carefully- brought it to Raph's room, the last thing he wanted was to be covered in a sticky mess.
The youngest of the turtles knocked on Raphael's door three times, before giving his older brother a minute to answer, he still wore a cocky grin, but when Raphael opened the door, and leaned against it tiredly, glaring at Mikey, he swallowed. If looks could kill, he would be dead twice over by now.
" I made ya breakfast dude!" Mikey said sheepishly while holding up the plate. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to wake Raph up. He was just trying to be nice though...
Raphael was about to close the door, but then stopped and reached for the plate, taking it before giving his brother a suspicious look. Mikey shrugged, still grinning.
His plan was working! He stepped to the side so Raphael could come out but then he realized his older brother had already closed his door. Grin changing into a pout he knocked on the door. "You're supposed to eat it with us dude!"
He didn't get a response. Sighing he looked down at his feet with a frown. What was up with Raph? Shaking his head, his orange mask tails fell on both shoulders and he walked down the steps, and fell onto the couch/
It had been a few hours since the food incident and none of the turtles, or Master Splinter had seen Raphael all day. Currently Mikey was watching old horror flicks with an unamused Donatello, and Leo was meditating with Master Splinter.
"I don't get it dude. He wasn't mad, he ate the food because I found the dish outside his door!" Mikey exclaimed as he turned the horror movie down with a frown.
"Maybe he just wants to be alone Mikey. You know how Raph gets random fits sometimes. He probably doesn't want to lash out at us by accident." Donnie shrugged, staring at the tv with a bored expression when a girl was split in half, her boyfriend screaming.
Mikey, who hugged his pillow closer and tore his eyes from the screen to pout at his brother. "He's never been mad this long before. Not even when he got hurt."
"Who knows Mikey. I'm sure he'll get over it soon though."
Mikey didn't answer this time, he found it hard to believe Donnie. Not when Raphael had been avoiding everyone for weeks, andsleeping all the time. Eyes glued to the television screen as the murderer grabbed the now dead girl's boyfriend, making him stare at his girlfriend's body. Donnie rolled his eyes and looked at his lab longingly, damn Mikey and his puppy eyes.