I totally had a block on this one...which is a bad sign for only the second one, but we'll see how the rest go! This one's a bit longer than the last one, but it's still pretty short. Hopefully I'll get an idea for a longer one for the next one.

Thanks for reading, let me know what you guys think! If there's any particular character combination (preferably one involving Mikey, since he's supposed to be my focus character, but it really doesn't have to be...I'm sure the fanfic100 police won't arrest me ;) ) you're wanting to see, lemme know!

I don't own 'em.


2. Love

"I love lamp!"

Leo couldn't help rolling his eyes at his youngest brother's declaration, but otherwise remained focused on the task at hand. They had begun a new kata early that day and he was determined to have the first part mastered by morning practice tomorrow. He continued the movements, slow and precise, concentrating on every muscle in his body and how they were interacting with eachother.

"Hey Leo," Mikey chirped from the doorway of the dojo, "I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal." Note to self, Leo allowed his thoughts to drift from the kata for a moment, hide Anchorman. He promptly returned to his task, all but forgetting the orange banded turtle who was now practically twitching with irritation. If there was one thing that Leo knew about his brother, it was that being ignored bugged him above all else. He would give up eventu-

"Mikey!" Leo shouted in surprise as he was tackled enthusiastically to the floor, "What the-what was that for?" Intent on ignoring his little brother, he hadn't noticed Mikey moving silently into the dojo. He did notice the fact that the smaller turtle was now sitting on his chest and was grinning down at him. He also noticed when two heads popped into the open door of the dojo.

"Well I'll be damned," Raphael muttered, a sideways smile threatening to take over his face, "You got him." Donatello looked like he was trying desperately not to laugh.

"I told you guys I could do it," Mikey crowed, "Cough up boys!"

"Wait, what?" Leo craned his neck to look at Raph and Don, who were now counting money, "You guys made a bet?"

"Um...well, yeah, kind of," Don rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"They bet me that I couldn't pin you," Mikey laughed in a fashion that was far too evil for Leo's liking. He stopped when a wad of bills hit him in the head.

"There you go knucklehead," Raph said as Mikey gracefully rolled off of Leo to retrieve the money, "You earned it."

"Traitors," Leo straigtened up with as much dignity as he could muster, "All of you. Traitors." Don broke into laugter at that, doubling over as he handed his money over to Mikey.

"To be fair Leo, we really didn't think he would win," the second youngest turtle shrugged apologetically after he had composed himself.

"That's because you guys don't know Leo like I do," Mikey spoke casually, his head down as he counted his earnings, "He concentrates so hard on ignoring me sometimes that he forgets about everything else. You gotta be more selective when you're blocking stuff out bro." The others watched in stunned silence as Mikey gave Leo a friendly slap on the shoulder and sauntered out of the dojo, whistling to himself.

New note to self, Leo berated himself as he walked (in a very dignified fashion) past his sniggering brothers and into his room, work on awareness tonight. And every night for the next month. Or maybe three.