Mikey
Always was the water warm, cleaning the dishes, the row of dirty coffee cups waiting. One of them chipped a little, showing the well known grumpy cat with the black words "I hate mornings". The turtle smiled, his three fingers wrapping around the handle feeling that old stir.
He pushed back that pain, knowing who this cup had been brought as a joke gift one birthday some time ago. Casting a glance to the living room in the TV's where off, his brothers off in their worlds. No sounds of training filled the silence of their home with their father in Japan for the last few months with the Ancient One, lost in his sorrow.
Empty, it was the only way to describe their home now. With him not around, his energy and voice to draw them out of their single worlds. Donnie had turned all his energy to his lab, never coming out barely even to eat. Mike would have to play nurse paid to the Genius in making sure to remind him to even a bath at times. Being gentle and soft in his words and actions, not at all like the version he had been before.
Much of his playful nature lay to the side, the prankster taking a back seat as he took to his shoulders to try and help his brothers. Pulling in his inner grief, minus turned to April in those moments to cry and voice his own hurt to the world.
Pain, it was a rock in his gut. Lingering in every day of his disappointment at that moment as a ninja and brother to save one of their own that night. His failures open to the world to judge in his sins. Which was the worst part, his brothers never blamed him, his father's sad smile etched in his mind even on his parting.
Mikey could only hold the coffee cup, feeling it crack under the pressure of his grip, his pain screaming out. Feeling the shards cut his flesh as he broke the cup, his anguish pushing on the dam he had put on his soul. A wet intake of his voice filled the silence of the home. Only wishing that he had his brother back.
His heart shattered much as the cup he had been washing in his hands.
