A/N: Sarahsaki14: I got the prompts from Sunshockk on deviant art. It's called '100 Writing Prompts Challenge'.
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Prompt: Name
Day: January 11th
Pairing: Raph/Mikey
Series: TMNT 2012
It was kinda funny, Raph thought, that their names came from the renaissance masters, but only Mikey really lived up to the name. He was the only one who really could draw. Leo just stuck to his Japanese writing, which was kinda like art but not the same. After all it was just letters. Words. That could be art, but his namesake wasn't a writer, he was an engineer and painter. Building and painting. Writing wasn't the same.
Then there was Donnie. The second oldest, who was their doctor and electrician and scientist and what not…, but not a sculptor. He only designed new gadgets, but never more. Only drew plans of buildings they needed to break into, or sketching down while building his machines. It wasn't talent with him. He had just learned the rough drawing and outlining. Of course it took creativity, but not to an excess.
He himself wasn't any better though, because he didn't do anything to be associated with his name. He wasn't a painter, couldn't draw to save his life. He didn't know a thing about architecture. He didn't even have any affairs. He didn't learn things as quick as the other Raphael, who was said to have learned so much of his masters teaching. Maybe his father should have called Leo Raphael.
But Mikey was honoring his name. His paintings and drawings were masterpieces, having drawn since he was a child. He often had sculptured with food, baking like nobody else did. He had a great sense for stability and such creativity, it'd make him a great architect and the orange banded turtle was deep. Like really deep as Raph had found out the other day.
Somehow he thought he was just playing dumb most of the time, making up an act of being the perfect little brother. And this was making it kinda hard to believe it. The evidence was there, that his smallest brother could be almost as smart as his purple one. That Mikey maybe was way above them in his thinking. Maybe he wasn't as theoretical as Donatello, or as planning as Leonardo. But he could read people like open books. He instantly knew what's going on.
Maybe Michelangelo was greater than they were. And it made Raphael wonder how Mikey could like him. How he got so lucky, that such an emotionally person could like a coward, who just couldn't show his feelings without instantly feeling weak. But maybe Mikey knew he would open up eventually to him. Maybe he'd make it his personal mission to get him to spill, tell him what's wrong.
And how he was right, he thought, currently being held by his youngest brother, the terrapin listening to him as he ranted on about a fight with Leo and how much he wished that he could just leave him alone. Mikey didn't say anything until he was done, then asking him if he would like it better if they didn't clash all the time. If maybe it'd make it even harder for him to get rid of all his pent up aggression.
And somehow he was right. Mikey was always right when it got to him. What he'd need. Even if it was kinda scary, Mikey always knew. Always listened. Was more than he deserved for being always the one hitting on him, verbally and physically. As a gentle hand rested on his shoulder, kneading the muscle there, he felt at home, he felt taken care of. He felt all of his aggression melt away. And as he kissed him, there was only happiness.
Even if they still didn't know if their feelings would be accepted by the two remaining members of the family.
