A/N: Just to let you know, I'm still going for every other day, it's just that my internet was down! For two freakin' days! I had absolutely NOTHING to do...worst days ever... Anyway, so expect the next chapter in two days!

This is chapter 6, so, en espanol, seis!

Disclaimer: Just like I don't own the car my sister almost crashed today, I do not own TMNT.

Warning: Turtlecest is contained in this story. Turtlecest, my friends. You have been warned...


The next morning, Raph could feel Leo's eyes burning into him as he munched on his cereal. He skillfully avoided eye contact. Don and Mikey picked up the tension and, vainly hoping to raise spirits, started a merry conversation about peanuts, of all things.

"Bro, they're yum-um-may!" Mikey exclaimed, stuffing a large piece of a Cookies'n'Cream Poptart into his mouth.

"Very much so; so salty and delicious. They're a great snack," Don replied from across the table as he ate Poptart's nemesis, a Strawberry Toaster Strudel.

"And the way you have to crack open the shell before you can get to it? It adds a little adventure to your snacking pleasures."

"I wouldn't say 'adventure.' More like 'challenge.' You have to fight for your food."

"Just like animals do in the wild! Jeez, peanuts just give you the whole dang thing!"

Don opened his mouth to reply, but Raphael beat him to it. "Would you guys stop talking about God damn peanuts?"

"Raph," Leo barked sternly, narrowing his eyes across the table. The receiver of the reprimending look, glared back.

"Well," Mikey spoke, eyes darting between his eye-dueling (A/N: I think this should become a new word... EYE-DUELING! XD) brothers. "Things certainly got back to normal faster than I thought they would."

Redirecting his glare to his youngest brother, Raph growled, "Shut up." He stood up roughly, knocking his bowl off the table and splattering milk and cereal across the floor. "Just shut the fuckin' hell up!" He jumped up to his room and slammed his door.

The remaining three stared after him and stayed silent for a few moments. "Well, he's a little grouchy," the orange clad turtle mumbled.

Leo furrowed his eye ridges at his brother. "You shouldn't interrogate him."

Mikey held up his hands defensively. "Believe me, I didn't mean to annoy him this time."

"Yeah, Leo. Ever since you left, he's been extra aggressive, " Don stated. "It reminds me of one of Sensei's soaps. Like when a character loved someone deeply, intimately, and then something happened, therefore triggering something within said person." The blue clad turtle stiffened slightly at his brother's illustration. It seemed to match with this whole situation perfectly. He didn't know did he? A quick examination of his facial expressions and eyes told Leo all he needed to know. Nearly sighing with relief, he pushed back his chair and stood. "That is an...interesting comparison, Don."

"Whoa, dudes! Look at the time! I'm going to miss Tom and Jerry!" Hopping up from his seat, Mikey rushed over to the living area, plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV.

"Well, when that's over, I thought maybe we could go topside?" Leo asked casually as he cleaned up his dishes.

Don looked up from dumping his crumbs in the sink. "Topside? Shell yeah, I'll go topside! I haven't been up there in forever."

The blue clad turtle nod curtly. "Alright then, we'll go after Mikey's precious show." Loud laughter was heard from the living area as Leo finished speaking. "The good ol' frying pan," Mikey was faintly heard saying. "That never gets old!"

Don rolled his eyes while Leo smirked slightly. It was good to be home.


Half an hour later, Mikey reentered the kitchen to find his blue and purple banded brothers enjoying some small talk over tea. They looked up at his entrance. "Hey, Mikey," Don greeted. "You done?"

"Yeah. God, you just gotta love Tom and Jerry! It's a classic, dude, a classic!"

"Well," Leo took a sip of tea before continuing. "Now that you're done, wanna go topside?"

Mikey's face brightened. "Heck yeah, I do! Leaping across rooftops; it'll be just like old times!"

The eldest turtle chuckled. "You're talking like I was gone a lifetime."

The youngest's face fell. "It felt like it."

"Look, Mikey..."

"Hey, guys," Don interrupted before things got too mushy and emotional. He didn't want to deal with a crying Michelangelo again. "Topside?" He pointed above his head to emphasize his rush.

Leo stood. "I'll go get Raph." At this, Mikey snorted. "Good luck." Ignoring the comment, the blue clad turtle bravely made his way to the place of no return.

Raising a timid hand, Leo knocked lightly on the wood. "Whaddya want?" His brother's rough voice was heard clearly on the other side of the barrier between them. "Can I come in?"

"Why?"

"I like to see people when I talk to them."

There was a pause and what Leo believed to be a deep breath. "...Fine." The blue clad turtle opened the door to see his brother in his hammock, foot hanging off the side as he gently prodded the wall with it, swinging himself. His arm was laying across his head, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow. "I'll repeat my question: Whaddya want?"

"Well, we're going topside and I thought you'd like to come."

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"Exactly what I said. No."

"But you love it topside."

"And your point is?"

"Don't you want to go?"

"Doesn't 'no' mean I don't wanna go? Or did the English language suddenly change when I wasn't payin' attention?"

"Raph, you should come with us."

"But I don't wanna fuckin' go!" His arm was removed from face as he lashed it to empathize his annoyance. Propping himself up on one arm, he finally faced his brother. Both of their voices began to rise as they continued.

"Well I think you should!"

"Oh and since you went to Central America, you're all knowing!"

"Do you always have to bring that up?"

"As a matter of fact, yes! Yes I do!"

"I don't know why; it's past history. It's done. In case you haven't noticed, I'm back."

"Oh yeah. Ya been here a week and suddenly that's ancient stuff, eh? And of course I noticed you were back! How could I not with your fuckin' cocky and all knowing, all powerful attitude?"

"Raphael Hamato, get your ass topside!"

Shit. Leo just cussed. He's really getting pissed...oh well. "My ass is staying right here!" Suddenly, with the swiftness of a ninja, the eldest turtle grabbed his sibling's arm right above the elbow and hauled him out of bed.

Leo was touching Raph.

This was something he could not handle. The hothead went stiff, heart beating quickly. This made it all the more easy for Leo to pull him out the door and literally throw his ass down to the first floor. Raph, however, being the ninja he was, flipped just in time and landed on his feet. Hopping down beside him, the blue clad turtle started for the door. "Let's go," he said as he swiftly left the lair. Don and Mikey followed quickly, shooting a questioning look at Raph. Still overcome by the first physical contact the two had had since Leo had come back, the hothead simply glared as he, for what seemed like the hundredth time, tried to gain control of his body.

Having done it so many times, he'd gotten quite good at regaining control, so within moments he was shambling out the door behind his brothers.

After leaping from rooftop to rooftop and simply enjoying the feeling of the cool night air, the brothers found themselves on top of a concrete building. They were surrounded by buildings slightly taller than there own.

"Okay, Leo, I'll bite," Raph spoke from his perch on a large, triangular concrete object sticking out of the roof. His left foot was resting beside him and his arm was slung across his knee. He found it easier to talk to his brother though it didn't make his presence any easier. "What're we doin' up here?"

"I told Splinter I'd get this team in shape again," the blue clad turtle replied. Despite how fuming he had been earlier, he had cooled off quickly. He penetrated his brother with determined stare. Leo knew that Raph was going to be the most difficult to get back in step.

"Hey," Mikey objected from his seat on the ladder of a water tower. "I've been training! Since you left, my video games scores have, like, doubled!" His hothead brother rolled his eyes; did he think about anything else?

"Right, and while you've been playing games, little brother, this Nightwatcher character has come into the neighborhood like some vigilante showboat. But his days are done."

Raph alerted at the mention of his nightly self. How did Leo know about him? TV, no doubt. Or Mikey's blabbering mouth. The orange clad turtle saw the Nightwatcher as some sort of superhero, but that's not what he was. He was just a hothead in a metal outfit, bangin' hands and relieving stress. "Hey," Raph found himself defending his other half as he hopped down from his seat. "You went a-wall Leo, and the Nightwatcher was the only guy to pick up the slack." Angering at his brother's non-understanding tone, Raphael got into Leo's face threateningly. The blue clad turtle looked as surprised as he felt, having never been this close by his own doings. "Crime never took a break, you did."

"I heard his bike turns into a plane or like a jetpack!" Mikey said excitedly before Leo could reply. his eldest brothers hardly heard him as they had a staring contest on the other side of the roof. Falling backwards so that he was hanging upside down, he addressed his immediate older brother. "Hey, Don, you're so smart; why don't we have jetpacks?"

Backing away with a quite terrified look on his face, Donatello replied, "Yeah, Mikey, that's great. I don't even trust you with a driver's license." Turning his head to face his eye-dueling (A/N: Yes I brought it up again :D) older brothers, he continued. "Have you seen the way this guy behaves behin-ay!" He was cut short by a monstrous cry that, scaring him considerably, caused Mikey to fall from the ladder. "Whoa!" Hopping up with curiosity spread across his face, the orange clad turtle rushed to the edge of the roof, soon joined by his brothers. "Huh-oh! Someone's cranky!" He pointed to the construction site nearby them. More angry cries filled the air and a large shadow was visible on the ceiling on one of the floors.

Itching for some action, Raph bounced up and down. Quickly thinking, he came up with a plan to meet his fighting needs and annoy Leo. A win-win situation. "Alright, jungle-boy, grab a vine," he said as he leaped off the building.

"Raph, wait! Splinter told us not to fight!" The hothead heard his brother shout after him, but he ignored as usual.

He heard a chuckle followed by, "Jungle-boy, good one," before feeling the beam he was on shake with the arrival of his two younger brothers. Leo's groan was just audible before the beam shook again as he joined them. "Alright, but remember, we're only up here for training."

Up in the front, Raph didn't hear what Mikey said as he rolled his eyes at his eldest brother's 'leader tone.' When would Leo understand that they weren't just going to fall in line again?


A/N: Finish! Guh, that just seemed to take forever :P Alright, so I'll try to update in two days! But don't blame me for this late chapter; blame the internet!

Feel free to point out any mistakes!

Reviews, please!

~MarMar~