Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT 2K12 or any of the others. I don't...okay? I don't...
This chapter is kinda short isn't it. Whoops. The next one is longer though...at least it should be...I hope it is...I don't know yet.
Enjoy! :D
"Donnie! Donnie pway wiff me!"
"No. I no want to."
"Whyyyyy?!"
"I reading."
Mikey stomped his foot and huffed, earning glare from Donnie.
"Fine! I go pway wiff Neo!"
Donnie shrugged indifferently and went back to his book. Mikey stuck out his tongue and marched away. Donnie sighed and laid back, blocking out the world with his book.
"Donnie! Donnie pway wiff me!"
"I say no Mikey!"
"I not Mikey."
Donnie sat up again and instead of seeing Mikey he saw Raph, holding on to a red ball and glaring at him.
"No Raph. I reading."
"Wead me Paghetti."
Donnie shook his head.
"Dis different book."
"Wead dis one."
"No. It not for three year old."
"You ARE three Donnie!"
"I smart."
Raph gritted his teeth and growled.
"Fine!"
He stormed off. Donnie watched the door for a moment, then took his book and curled up in the corner so he couldn't be seen.
"Neo! Neo pway wiff me!"
Leo didn't respond.
"Neo!"
"Shhhhh!"
"Whyyyyyy?!"
"My show is on."
"Pway wiff me Neo!"
"No!"
"Whyyyyy!?"
"My show is on!" Leo broke his gaze from the screen for a second to glare at Mikey.
"But-"
"My show is on!"
"Neo-"
"MIKEY!"
Mikey deflated and shuffled away. Leo sighed and went back to his show.
"Leo! Pway wiff-"
Raph was interrupted by a pillow to the face. When the pillow fell he saw Leo glaring at him, his arm still outstretched from throwing the pillow. Leo's face quickly turned from anger to fear. Raph placed down his ball, picked up the pillow, and charged at Leo. In seconds Leo had his head stuffed into the pillowcase and Raph was stomping away, picking up his ball on the way.
Splinter focused on his breathing and settled into his meditative state, until he sensed a presence in front of him. He opened his eyes and was met by his youngest son's baby blues staring up at him. His face was fixed into a pout and he seemed to be on the verge of tears.
"Michelangelo, what is wrong?"
"Why no one will pway wiff me?"
Splinter then understood what the yelling he had heard vaguely before was all about. Mikey had wanted to play with his brothers, but the feeling was not mutual.
"Can I sit on your lap?"
Splinter nodded and Mikey crawled into his lap, curling into him.
"Dey don't wike me." He whispered.
"Not true. Your brother's love you very much."
"Then why they won't…"
"Sometimes people are very wrapped up in what they are doing. So wrapped up they cannot pay attention to their surroundings. To anything or anyone else. It is not that they don't like you. They are just preoccupied. They will play later."
"But I want to play now."
Splinter sighed. He felt bad for the freckled turtle. He was at a loss for words until he felt another presence at the door.
"Michelangelo, I think there is someone who would like to play with you."
Mikey looked up at Splinter curiosly and a red ball bounced off his head. He looked toward the source of the ball.
"Mikey! Mikey pway wiff me!"
Raph crossed his arms. Mikey stared at him, then looked back at Splinter. Splinter nodded and Mikey shot off his lap, smiling and laughing hysterically, picking up the ball on the way.