I do not own the TMNT.
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For once in his life Raphael woke up with a smile on his face. While being grounded to your room had huge disadvantages it did insure that Raph was close enough to Mikey's room to listen to the optimistic turtle struggling to fix his bed for half the night. Mikey's grumblings and whining were better than a sweet lullaby.
The clock told Raph it was nearly time for practice. He sat up.
Correction, he tried to sit up.
Raph found resistance above him on his hammock and tried to push against it. After several attempts he finally realized that he was tied into a sort of cocoon in the hammock.
The anger was building up. Raph tried to issue the appropriate threats, but he found his mouth wouldn't open! He mouth was ductaped shut! Now that he was fully awake Raph could feel the tape over his mouth and wrapped around the back of his head in a sticky muzzle.
He reached for his sais to cut himself out, but the blades were just out of reach.
"!!!MMMPH!!!"
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Donnie woke up and blinked blearily at his pillow. For once he had gone to bed before ten and had slept until his body was completely rested. Unfortunately the coffee was still calling to him.
Don sat up to get some coffee.
Correction, he tried to sit up.
For some reason the blankets resisted his efforts. Donnie tried a little harder. Still no luck. Donnie stopped fighting the blankets and rested his head on the pillow to try and ponder this situation. He felt something on his mouth and realized that his mouth was ductaped shut.
Great, he was trapped, mute and had no coffee. This is what he got for listening to Raph's ideas…
Actually, considering the look on Leo's face last night it was kind of worth it.
Now what had Leo done to the bedsheets? Donnie suddenly realized the worse part of his predicament; he was infinitely curious about Leo's prank, but Don couldn't move to investigate.
"!!!MMMPH!!!"
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Mikey woke up and rolled over on his bed to try and go back to sleep. Something creaked and with a loud crunching noise Mikey was dumped back on the floor.
It had taken him hours to find a board to hold his bed up with. Now he figured it was probably rotten. Maybe if he asked nicely and used 'the eyes' Kit and Raph would put his bed back the way it was supposed to be. Since going back to bed wasn't an option Mikey grabbed his mask and started to get 'dressed' for the day. Once he was ready Mikey walked out into the main room.
Leo was standing in the dojo practicing the kata they had learned the previous night. Mikey could smell coffee, but he didn't see Donnie. Raph was probably still asleep, but where the heck was Kit?
"Good morning Mike!" Leo called cheerfully. Yep, if Leo was in a good mood then there wasn't anything to worry about.
Still though, he was curious. "Hey Leo." Mikey greeted his brother. "Where is everybody?"
"Must still be in their rooms." Leo deviated from the kata and kicked out so that his shell was turned to Mikey as he said this. Mikey wondered why Leo had changed the kata but pushed the thought from his mind when he saw Master Splinter entering the dojo.
Leo and Mikey stood shoulder to shoulder and bowed to their teacher.
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When Mikey finally asked Master Splinter about the others being tardy Master Splinter had replied, "It would seem they do not believe their punishment is over. They will come out when they are ready."
Mikey had accepted this and completely missed the smirk that had flashed across Leo's face.
Morning training was very enjoyable to Leonardo today. He rarely had the chance to train alone with Mikey unless Mikey was in trouble for something. It was kind of nice to spend time training with him without the other students around. Leo momentarily entertained the thought of trapping his fellow students before training more often.
Then again, it was hard enough dealing with one angry Raphael; later today he would have three enraged mutants after him. Leo was pretty sure he could deal with Raphael and Kit easily enough, but Donnie was always calculated and precise. Donnie's control mixed with major caffeine withdrawal could prove too much for Leo.
Way too much.
As he and Mikey sparred together one last thought was haunting the back of Leo's mind. Raph, Donnie and Kit had to be furious about being trapped in their own beds; so why weren't they shouting their heads off about it? Not even Raph had made a peep all morning.
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Master Splinter watched his sons sparring carefully, often adding advice or encouragement.
"Very good Michelangelo." Master Splinter called. He watched the two brothers circle each other and attack with skill and precision. It was not often that Splinter was able to focus on these two brothers together and alone.
"Excellent Leonardo." The silence in the lair was broken only by the sounds of strikes landing and being blocked. From time to time there was a scraping of shell or skin on the floor of the dojo, but otherwise the lair was completely peaceful. It was a rare treat.
Neither turtle saw Master Splinter pull a stray strip of silver tape from the sleeve of his robe.
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