Never Grow-Up

by RonnieTheAwesome

Michelangelo over hears a conversation and makes a vow to himself to change. For his brothers. I am Re-writing this story seeing as i have learned alot in the few months I've been gone. I want to give you quality material than fast material.

3. Chapter 3

Michelangelo stood proud at his job well done before heading back to return his supplies. It was on his journey return the supplies that he caught sight of the clock and realized that morning training was in an hour. I was cleaning that long? Michelangelo asked himself as he walked back to his room. It's not like he had time to sleep and he wasn't even the slightest bit tired so Mikey had decided he would try something Leo and Master Splinter had been pushing him to do for years. Meditate.

When they were children and even now, some training sessions are purely meditation and nothing else. Being completely honest, Mikey had always been rather bad at meditation. More times than not, Michelangelo would fall into a deep sleep whilst in the lotus position as his brothers found inner peace around him. Michelangelo sat on the mat next to his bed and eased into the lotus position. He lie with his arms rested on his knees and his palms faced the ceiling.

Michelangelo took deep lingering breaths.

In through the mouth. Out through the nose, repeat.

This cycle continued until He had managed to calm his heart rate to a steady drum. Michelangelo could feel as every muscle in his body began to relax and lose tension as he sank deeper into a meditative trance. Michelangelo soon found himself hyper aware of the energies moving and flowing around him. The could feel every atom flow into and out of his body as he breathed, the busied dust particles that were disturbed by cleaning, every last atomic particle that made up his body, everything he could feel.

He slipped even deeper and lost all feeling of his mortal bod all together as he ascended to something greater. Suddenly, he was standing in a dark room with no walls or ceiling but a reflective floor. No matter where he looked, everywhere seemed to stretch into infinity, and the mirroring floors beneath his feet seemed to amplify the endlessness of it all.

Mikey then looked back down at himself. He seemed normal but somewhat faded with a faint glow outlining his being. Michelangelo moved his hand around in astonishment, studying his changed form of being.

"Woah. Where am I?" Michelangelo asked to noone in particular. He wasn't expecting an answer but nonetheless, he got one from a husky, familiar voice.