This chapter is about how Raphael's brothers and what they are doing while he is off on his little adventure. It's a bit short, but I feel it gets the point across.

This will be a mature story due to strong language, blood/gore, and suggestive material.

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The oven smelt delicious. It contained two pepperoni pizzas just waiting to be devoured. The smell drifted through the air as the turtles talked in one of the bedrooms, unpacking Casey's Mother's clothes. They couldn't wait to finally sit down and eat, but they had to wait until the last bit of clothes were finally put away, which wasn't for another two or three boxes.

They worked together; Leonardo took the clothes out of the boxes and organized them, Donnie sat on the bed, folding them neatly with his nimble fingers and then handed it to Mikey, who put the clothes away into the chest of drawers. They worked in silence, all having their missing brother on their minds. While each had their own opinion about Raphael, they all agreed that they didn't exactly enjoy just sitting around or tidying up the house.

It was around noon so their stomachs growled and moaned, wanting sustenance, yet it would have to wait. The process was the same: Retrieve the clothes, fold the clothes, put up the clothes. Retrieve, fold, put up. Retrieve, fold, put up. Retrieve, fold, put up. Over and over again the brothers repeated this process in silence, until Michelangelo decided to be the first to speak.

"Okay, bros," he shut one of the drawers after filling it, then opening an empty one with a slight creak and scraping of the wood, "Tell me I'm not the only one thinking about Raph." He turned to his brothers, hands by his side. His face still hurt and was swollen slightly from where he'd been punched the day earlier, but he hadn't even hardly noticed after the incident. When Raphael punched him square in the jaw, his head snapped to the side and it felt like something in his head also snapped. Then he blacked out. Donnie told him that he'd flown into the trunk of a tree, but he wasn't sure Raphael could punch that hard. And Donnie being Donnie, he checked out his youngest brother and determined that he was going to be fine with a packet of ice and some Tylenol.

"I'm sure that he'll be fine." Leo replied coolly, emptying another box on the bed. He wrinkled his nose seeing all the hot pink panties and bras, but he should have figured that where there are women, there are women's clothing. Sighing, the blue clad brother handed a stack of Leopard printed panties to Don before moving onto the next pile of unmentionables.

"Jeez, Donnie, I thought you were more of a zebra print kind of gal." Michelangelo smirked then ducked as the stack of underwear went flying into his face. He narrowly missed them and rewarded himself by playfully sticking his tongue out at his brother.

Don's eyes narrowed as he took another stack of underwear from Leo, "You can pick those up by the way." He grinned toothily, "And for the record, I go commando." This made Leo chuckle before he came back around to the previous subject, "Anyway," he began to fold the clothes next to him, "I think Raph will be just fine. He can take care of himself. Plus when he gets hungry, he can either find his own food or just find his way back here." Don nodded, satisfied with his answer. Mikey huffed and began to pick up the panties strewn on the floor.

Leonardo remembered the fit of rage his brother went into, how he punched Mikey and made him fly. He remembered the look in his eyes, how infuriated he'd been and how he snarled, lips drawn back to reveal his teeth, as if a wild animal trapped in a corner, "Mikey," he began to break down the last box, stripping off the tape to make it flat, "If it makes you feel any better, we can go looking for him tomorrow afternoon, after we're done here." He too was worried about Raph, but as the leader, he couldn't show any weakness. He had to remain strong for the sake of his brothers and his Sensei.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Master Splinter entered the room, his cane tapping the wooden floor as he walked. After each of the turtles greeted him with a "good afternoon" their sensei spoke, "My sons, I wanted to know how everything was coming along." He eyed the youngest picking up the leopard printed panties from the floor. His eyebrow lifted slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Everything coming along just fine, Sensei." Leonardo put the flattened box to the side, "We'll be down in a few minutes."

Their master nodded his head, "Good, the pizzas will be getting cold. I will be waiting." He turned and made his way down the hall and to the kitchen.

After a moment, Mickey looked at his oldest brother, "Weren't you going to ask about us looking for Raph?" it seemed oddly out of character for Leo not to ask before doing something, especially when it came to tracking down one of their brothers.

"Well, I figure it can wait." He didn't want to worry their master any more about their safety. It may not have looked like Splinter was worried, but he could sense the strain that Raph had on their father. When they would find him, he would definitely talk to Raph about his behavior and how it was affecting their master' health.

"Alright, Leo, but if we get in trouble for this, I'm blaming you." Don said matter-of-factly, handing the last bit of neatly folded clothing to Mikey, "But for right now, let's go eat: I'm starved."