SO I'm trying to get as many chapters for this up before I go back to school so don't expect as many updates as what's happening now. It is to also help people get a better idea of the story itself. On to the story :D.

Mikey woke up from his nightmare filled sleep, mind groggy from a restless night. He knew what the nightmares were about. It was why he was reluctant to leave his bed. He also knew that if he left his family to cook another night, then he would not be eating anything edible.

He uncurled from the ball he ended up creating in his sleep, like a sort of protection from the nightmares. It was feeble, he understood that it would have done nothing to deter them, but he could not help but feel akin to a child at that moment. The shock of what he learned. He didn't want to think.

He also began to understand why Splinter believed he should stay at home instead of going.

If he picked a different style then he would be disowned, but if he didn't go and choose a style, then he would regret it. It was a once and a lifetime opportunity. He just needed to find a way it could work. A balance.

"What can I do though? I'm just the useless idiot that gets us into trouble!" He whined. A hopeless feeling took over him. He knew he wanted to go. That he needed to learn a style that would let him help his brothers. Refusal to let him become a damsel in distress at the forefront of his mind.

"The saying 'being stuck between a rock and hard place' really does explain this problem" Mike sighed as he began to make the treacherous journey through his room, avoiding comic books and action figures that littered the place. He got out unharmed, wondering how he made it to the bed in the first place without injury earlier. "Just take the good luck as it is Mike. Don't question it."

He crossed the living room to the kitchen quickly, preparing in his head what he would cook, that is until he heard the shouting inside. Fear took him as he prayed that it was not what he thought. It wasn't on the bright side. On the down side…..it was worse

He froze as he took in the scene before him, Fire coming from the oven, toaster, and SINK! How did they set the sink on FIRE? He saw the remains of the toast the obviously tried to make lying on the table. Burnt to the point Mike thought it would crumble to pieces if he even attempted to touch it. There was burn marks on the ceiling, floor, and through it all was his three brothers running around like headless chickens. So he did what any normal guy who took pride in their kitchen would do. "Get the shell OUT OF MY KITCHEN!"

This was when they finally noticed that MIke was there. Casahing into each other to escape the room that had knives in reaching distance of the orange banded turtle. When they left without a word, horror being present on their faces, Mike did his best to fix the damage.

He grabbed the fire extinguisher that his brothers seem to have forgotten was even there, even Donnie who was the one who got it for him, and quickly put out the fires and turning off oven and toaster. He also turned on the kitchen sink and placed a bucket inside. He looked to the oven and noticed that the thing was on its highest setting.

"Those idiots!" Mike fumed. "What were they thinking doing that? I need to teach them how to cook or else they would kill themselves if I wasn't here."

He realised he had a long morning ahead of him, so he opened the freezer to say hello to Ice-Cream Kitty and have her as company while he cleaned. She would be far better than his brothers at that moment, She also helped him think, something he definitely needed at that moment.

"Hiya Kitty. I need your help big time!" He said with a strained smile, his eye twitching from the anger he still felt for his kitchen.

"Meow?" was her reply as she studied the room, wondering how he expected her to help. She was stuck in a bowl after all.

"It's not to help clean silly. It's about a….problem that has came up." At her nod, he took a deep breathe and explained what has been happening while he cleaned. About the tribunal and the chance of him being disowned. "I just don't know what to do Kitty! I mean, if I try to get better at being a ninja to help protect my family, then I won't be part of it, but if I don't, I will just get in the way. That is something I refuse to do" He looked to Kitty as if she was his only hope.

Kitty looked at his face, seeing how hopeful she was that she had an answer for him. She didn't want to fail him. She thought of possible solutions that could work. An answer she knew would work. Something she could give to her best friend. This was the thought that gave her the answer. An answer so simple yet not obvious. And she announced that she had an answer with a triumphant "MEOW!"

"What is it Kitty? Did you think of something?" Mike's hope rose then, seeing the smile the cat had on her face. She made movements with her arms, pointing at herself then him. This confused Mike of course, and with the frustration that Kitty started to show on her face, it annoyed her. Then she saw a calendar on the wall not far from her, and with practiced ease, she through a blob of ice-cream at it, confusing Mike even more. "Do you want me to get that?"

At her nod, he moved to collect it from the wall. He looked at Kitty, unsure of what she had planned as he took it off its peg. Kitty made an action like turning a page, which he copied, wanting to understand what she was trying to tell him. When he landed on April, Kitty made a loud "MEOW!"

He looked at the month, wondering why she would show him this month when it was August. WHat was she trying to tell him? It could not be the month. Maybe it was….."Do you mean our April?"

Kitty meowed again, smile growing as she saw him look fondly at where the month was spelled. "I wonder how she will feel if we left. She would be upset like Casey would be, they are like family to us. Like you are…..wait like family. Is that what you're trying to tell me?" At her triumphant meow, he began to wonder what she meant. "Like family. Like family. Wait. YOU'RE A GENIUS KITTY! I don't need to be a Hamato to be family. I mean, look at you, April and Casey. You're not a Hamato yet I would call you guys family easily! Thank you so much Kitty. You have no idea how much you have just helped me."

As he began to finish cleaning the kitchen, rambling on to Kitty about random stuff, he did not notice the tension in his body leaving him, but Kitty did.

Here we go. the next chapter is up and running. Please leave a review so I know if I should continue this story! Bye :D