Wow, chapter ten... And over sixty reviews

If you ask me that's really good

I love all of you so much, my little mutants! Like my pet name for you all? Adorable huh? :3

I don't know whether you guys realised but Donnie's little phrase for Raphael's moods (turtle tantrum) is from the third TMNT movie:-) he says 'uh oh, turtle tantrum!'

I'm gonna be putting in little Easter eggs in chapters from now on and you guys can guess what TMNT series/movies they're off! Sound like a plan? Good!

The idea for this chapter was given to me by *drumrollpls* PULDOH! I love that dude

I dont own TMNT though I'd love to

ON WIV DA SHOW! Or story... Ehm... I confuse myself

Practice today. Again. Raphael let out a loud moan and yawned as he realised that. He held his blanket tighter to him and nuzzled his pillow. Splinter was training them so hard lately and it was tiring Raph out. It didn't seem to be tiring his other siblings out, though, which confused him.

Finding that he was unable to get back to sleep, he sat up and outstretched his arms. He looked around. He couldn't see his dad. He's probably just gone topside again.

Sighing, he stood up and took the wooden sword in his hands. He practiced a few techniques but didn't do them as well as Leo could. And that made him angry.

Why was Leo the one who was aloud to boss Raph and his brothers around anyway?

'I'm way stronger than him,' Raphael thought, throwing the wooden sword vigorously on the floor, breaking it in two in the process.

Leonardo, hearing the sound of the wood break, jumped up. "Raphael?" His brow furrowed and as he saw the sword laying in two on the floor, he looked as if he could cry. "What did you do?!" He yelled.

"What?" Raphael looked at the sword and shrugged. "It was getting all worn out anyway!"

"That doesn't mean you should break it on purpose!" Leo argued, picked up the two wooden pieces and attempted to fix it by smashing them together, only to make it worse. "Dang it!" He exclaimed.

"Anyway," Raphael scowled at his brother. "What gives you the right to boss us around, like your little soldiers?" He asked, jabbing Leo in the chest.

"Don't poke me!" Leo asked frustratedly. "And I don't! I'm just trying to be a good big brother Raph! It's not as easy as it looks!"

"Yeah, right," Raph snorted. "I could be a better big brother than you in my sleep."

"If you were sleeping, then you wouldn't be doing much big-brothering, would you?" Leo said smugly. "Fine. You think you can be a better brother? Go ahead and try."

"Fine." Raph frowned and walked over to a snoring Mikey.

"Fine." Leo repeated and walked over to a sleeping Donatello.

"Hey, Mikey. Wake up," Raph nudged Mikey's shell. His youngest brother twisted around and saw him.

"Five more minutes..." He murmured, pushing away Raphael's face with his hand.

"Don't touch me," the angry turtle frowned and slapped away Mikey's hand.

"Ow! Gosh, you don't need to keep doing that!" Mikey stood up in an instant and glared at Raph.

"Whatever. It's time for training!" Raphael said.

"Yippee." Mikey sighed. They walked to the centre of the room. "Hey, where's daddy?"

"Up there, I think," Raphael looked at the roof of the station then back at Mikey. "We don't really need him to practice."

"Is that correct?" Splinter said, looking down at Raphael with a slight grin.

"Dad! I, uh, I didn't mean..." Raph stuttered.

"I know, my son," chuckled Splinter. He stopped chuckling when he saw the broken wooden sword. "And who's fault is that?" He asked sternly.

"Mine..." Raph looked at his feet.

"How did you manage to break a piece of wood, Raphael?" Splinter asked.

Leo stood up and walked over to Splinter. "He threw it on the ground, Sensei."

"Tattle tale!" Raph exclaimed.

"Hot head!" Leonardo shouted back.

"Boys! Has there been some trouble whilst I have been gone?!" Splinter yelled.

"Just an argument, dad," Raph sighed.

"And what was the cause of the argument?"

"Raph thinks I'm bossy," Leo looked down.

"Leo thinks he's the best! 'Oh, look at me! I'm Leo! I'm the favourite! Blah, blah, blah!'" Raphael mocked.

"I have told you once, Raphael. I have no favourite." Splinter frowned.

"Yeah, okay," Raphael grunted and shoved past Leo, who stuck his tongue out at Raphael.

"I do not care for this immaturity, my sons. It is a waste of time." Splinter sighed and set down his smaller bag.

"What's in the bag?" Mikey asked, jumping around it.

"Supplies." Splinter told him.

"Ooooh, what kind of supplies? Weapons? Ninja weapons?!" Mikey got more and more excited as he thought about it.

Donatello woke to find Raphael in 'his corner', sulking with his knees pulled up to his chin.

"Raph?" Donnie frowned and stood, walking up to his brother but not crossing 'the line' which he had drawn with a crayon.

"What?" He muttered.

"You okay?" He tilted his head.

"Yeah," he replied flatly.

"You sure?"

"What's with all the questions?! Leave me alone!" He exclaimed, throwing the cardboard sign at Donnie's head.

"RAPHAEL!" Splinter shouted, his voice echoing. Donnie held his head, nearly in tears at his brother's outburst of anger.

"Oh, Don, I... I'm so sorry..." Raphael stood, attempting to hug his younger brother, only to get pushed away.

"Don't touch me, you meat head," Donnie said quietly, tears falling onto his plastron. He quickly walked out of the station, clearly not wanting anyone to see him in his emotional state. Splinter didn't mind much; this was his most intelligent son, he knew not to wander far.

"I am sick of your anger, Raphael!" Splinter yelled. "Let it consume you, and soon you will lose sight of everything."

"I'm sorry, dad... I just... I can't control... I can't control it..." He stuttered, looking down at his clenched fists.

"I know. That is why I brought this," Splinter walked up to his smaller bag and picked up a small punching bag with ease, though it looked quite heavy. Raphael frowned.

"And that is...?" He crossed his arms.

"It is called a punching bag, my son. You use it to build up muscle, or take out your anger on it." He tied it to a loose nail on the wall.

"Hm. I don't see how this could..." Raphael punched the bag a few times, and instantly he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him. "Actually..." A couple more punches. "Yeah... Yeah, this could work. This could definitely work." He grinned.

"Yes. It used to help me, when I was a young man," Splinter sighed as he thought of an old memory, but managed to stop himself.

"Suppose I should go talk to Don," Raph murmured.

"That is a wise decision." Splinter nodded. He crouched down and whispered in Raphael's ear, "maybe you should apologise to Leonardo, as well. His attempts at being a good older brother are an inspiration. You shouldn't see this as a challenge."

Raphael inhaled. "Hai, Sensei."

The turtle walked slowly up to Leonardo, muttered a short apology, which Leo accepted, and then he headed out into the sewers, where he could hear Donatello sniffing.

"Hey..." Raphael smiled slightly. Donatello stayed silent, rubbing his nose. "I'm sorry, for throwing my sign at you..."

Donatello looked at Raph.

"And I'm sorry for hurting your face." Raphael tried. Donatello smiled slightly.

"It's okay... I guess I overreacted slightly..." He said.

Raphael opened his arms. "Bros?" He asked with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Bros," Donatello agreed, and joined his brother in an awkward hug. After a few moments of just standing there with their arms wrapped around each other's shells, Raphael spoke up.

"Should we let go now?"

"Uh, sure," Donnie said and placed his arms by his sides again.

"Love you, bro," Raph said quietly.

"Wait, what was that?" Donnie grinned.

"Tell the others and I'll smack you outta your shell." Raphael frowned.

"Tell the others what?"

The brothers chuckled and headed back into their station, large smiles on their faces.

This kinda turned out to be two ideas merged into one. Ah, well. A big THANK YOU to Puldoh for the ideas, though. You're an awesome dude!

And there's a lot of speech in this, not much description... But i just let my fingers type and this is the outcome

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