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Ch Rating. T

Fic Rating. M

Ch Summery. Raphael comes home.

As Mikey rocked it became rather important to know who stopped the weight bar. With this realization came the knowledge that someone was talking.

He looked up.

"Mikey, What's wrong? What's the matter." the voice was saying.

Hn. So Raph finally decided to come home.

Talk about timing.

For several moments Mikey still crying looked at his brother, trying to remeber how to breath normally enough to talk. Raphael looked something between worried, and dangerous for the fact he had yet to get an answer. Mikey had stopped rocking and now for a moment only tension streched between both.

"Whats wrong, Mikey?" Raph repeated a little louder, as if yelling would induce some sort of responce.

Nothing, but sobs and heartbroken look came from Mikey.

Raphael finally knelt to get on his brothers eye level, his eyes widened when of all things, Mikey flinched away from him.

He searched Mikey's eyes but they were glazed an un focused.

Raphael looked around, he didn't see anyone else. He just assumed they had gone to bed, everything seemed neat enough. Their was a melted pool of what may have been a milkshake by the door but that was it. Aside from the weapons rack being knocked over...

He reached out and let a hand slowly come to rest on Mikey's arm. More then a little concerned, and confused by his behavior. The touch seemed to wake something buried in his brother and for the first time since he had arrived Mikey actually looked at -him-.

"Raph?"

Mikey had never sounded so young to him.

"Yeah Mikey, now whats going on-"

Before Raphael could finish his sentence his brother was on him, his arms slung around his neck and holding on for dear life. The movement caulght Raph off balance and he stumbled so that he was now seated on the floor, his brother across his chest and crying all new tears.

Raphael was not the one to play comfort in the family, but he found himself doing what he could for his odviously upset little brother. The hand not supporting both their weight fell on his shell in an akward patting motion. After a few very confuseing moments Mikey began to slurr through his sobs, it took more then a little effort for Raph to understand what he was saying.

"I didn't think you were coming back. You don't want to leave us to, do you? Don't leave us. Don't leave me. I love you. Stay, please, stay." and once he stopped he only repeated his mantra again.

If Raphael hadn't been confused he certainlly was now. It wasn't uncommon for him to be out, this really wasn't even late for him. He pushed against Mikey trying to get into a more comfy postion. After a few failed attempts he managed to sit on his shins and get Mikey to do nearly the same, though, he still clung to him.

"Mikey."

Mikey's breakdown mantra of fear simply contiuned.

"Mikey."

and contiuned.

"Michaelangelo."

and contiued.

"Mikey!"

A sickening Skkt echoed around the empty room as Raphael's back hand struck Mikey's cheekbone.

Mikey tasted blood. It hurt, but the pain was his own. He clung to it, useing it to focus himself enough to remeber how to breath properly. His own hand touching the quickly forming bruise on his cheek. His eyes closed, running through his own mind. Until, he finally trusted himself to open his eyes.

Raphael.

He looked like he was hateing himself for striking him, but he looked more scared then anything. With some effort Raphael managed to keep his tone level.

"I'm sorry. You were hiberventating. Now listen to me. What is going on Mikey, what happened?"

Mikey swallowed, his cheek still cradleing his face. After a few false starts he began.

"It's about Leo..."

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