Fighting?

Rise verse

It was very late when Donnie and Michelangelo had to call it a tie.

Michelangelo was offered Mikey's room, but he didn't go to sleep before sneaking inside Leo's - where Leonardo was meditating.

Michelangelo collapsed on the bed and waited for his brother to acknowledge his presence.

When Leonardo remained cross-legged on the floor with his eyes closed for the following two seconds, Michelangelo decided that he had waited long enough.

"How was your night?"

"Interesting," Leonardo answered without moving. "This world is very different from ours, no doubt. How about yours?"

Michelangelo straightened up. "I'm so glad you asked! They have two hundred and seventy-six different video games that I've never heard of in the Arcade. I'm going to spend my whole time in there, fair warning."

Leonardo sighed and finally opened his eyes to watch his brother. "Let's hope it won't last too long, or the others will worry. Besides, we didn't learn what the Purple Dragons were up to. I wonder if Raph and Don managed to get some information about it."

Michelangelo grinned. "Relax, Leo. I'm sure they're doing fine."

2003 verse

The Purple Dragon's lair didn't seem very impressive to Leo and Mikey. It looked like a normal building outside and was a normal building inside, according to Donatello. Nothing mystical about it. Leo had asked if the Purple Dragons guarding it were, in fact, yokai in disguise, but Raphael's dumbfounded look and Donatello's curious one had told him that it wasn't the case.

Still, Donatello and Raphael carefully checked their gear one last time before sneaking inside.

Mikey decided it was the right time to ask the question he had been dying to ask since the beginning. He crossed his arms behind his back and tilted his head.

"So, Don? What does you staff do? Disco ball? Drill? Nuclear weapon?"

Donatello watched him in surprise. "Hmm, none of that. It's a bō staff. A reliable weapon, even when tech can't be used."

"Oh," Mikey said, disappointed.

Next to them, Leo was waiting for Raphael's instructions.

"So what's the plan, o great leader?"

Raphael bumped his fists together. "We come in, look for your sword, bust Purple Dragons heads if they disagree and come out."

Leo smirked. Apparently, this Raphael's plans were as well-devised as Raph's. "Good, good. Where do we begin?"

"Don?" Raphael asked, hoping that he sounded like he was merely giving the floor to his brother because Donatello was the best placed to answer the question, and not like he, Raphael, had no idea whatsoever.

Donatello took some device with a screen and beeping lights from his bag and began tapping away at it. A drone the size of a bee took off and flew to the building.

A few moments later, a three dimensional map appeared in front of the turtles, showing rooms and moving red dots.

"Neat," Raphael commented.

Donatello studied it. "It looks like the Purple Dragons are mostly gathered in this room." He pointed at the map. "Maybe we could begin with the more deserted areas? We can sneak in from the rooftop."

"And what if they're all gathered where my sword is?" Leo asked, a bit worried.

"Then we bust some heads," Raphael said with great determination. "Let's go!"

It turned out that the Purple Dragons didn't have Leo's sword after all - but Hun was way more impressive than Mikey would have thought when you looked at him from really, really close, and the wall was crumbling behind you right where his punches hit.

Good thing that Mikey was fast and nimble, and that the fire demon inside his weapon had agreed to cooperate for once.

Now that they had all escaped safely, it was time to settle comfortably on this rooftop and watch Raphael and Leo express their different opinions about said escape.

Which was exactly what Mikey did, as well as taking his sketchbook and writing Leo's and Raphael's names on a new page.

Raphael was busy repeating the same sentence for the third time, as if he had a hard time grasping the concept.

"You ran away?"

Leo threw up his arms, keeping a careful eye on Raphael's clenched fists.

"Of course I ran away! Have you seen that guy?"

"I can't believe it!"

"They didn't have my sword, what was the point in fighting?"

"If you were scared, you should have told us!"

"I wasn't scared, I was staying alive!"

Mikey nodded gravely and marked a cross under Leo's name in his sketchbook.

"You didn't even warn us! We just looked back and you weren't there anymore!"

Mikey rubbed his chin in his intense reflection and marked a cross under Raphael's name.

"And that way, I was free to rescue you if needed!"

"We didn't need rescuing!"

"How could you know that?"

Mikey hadn't decided who should score this point when Raphael turned away from Leo and kicked a brick from the rooftop, sending it crashing in the deserted alleyway below.

Both Mikey and Leo gaped at him.

"I'm out of there," Raphael spat.

Silence reigned over the rooftop after his sudden departure.

"Okay, I didn't see that one coming," Leo finally admitted.

Which was saying a lot.

Donatello took in the foreign turtles' upset expressions and shrugged. "He'll come around. It's better to let him cool down on his own terms. How about we come back to the lair? We need to rethink this."

Leo nodded. "If these Purple Dragons don't have my sword, then who does?"

Mikey stayed slightly behind as his brother and Donatello exchanged theories, muttering to himself in the shadows of this New York City.

"This is definitely a case for Doctor Delicate Touch Mikey. Unless Doctor Feelings would handle it better? Hmm…"

Rise verse

Michelangelo and Donnie's plans to break the videogame tie were postponed by the arrival of a green and yellow storm.

"Guys!"

Michelangelo blinked at the teenage girl who excitedly waved her arms.

"Hi, April!" Raph beamed.

"Nice to meet you. You look great!" April said to Michelangelo and Leonardo. "Guys, I need your help," she added without catching her breath, looking at Donnie and Raph.

"How was your new job?" Donnie inquired with one painted eyebrow raised.

April grimaced. "It's going to be my ex-new job real soon if you don't help me. Meat Sweats crashed the party, and kinda kidnapped my boss."

"Meat Sweats? What sort of villain's name is that?" Michelangelo wondered.

Raph frowned. "What? Why didn't you call us?"

"I tried," April said, her hands on her hips, "but nobody answered?"

Raph cleared his throat and checked his phone. It had indeed run out of battery, and he offered April a very wide and very sheepish smile.

"I switched mine off not to be disturbed in the most important competition of all times," Donnie said matter-of-factly.

April blinked at him.

"The competition that will prove that I'm the best at videogames in every known universe!"

Michelangelo looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Not on my watch."

Donnie glared right back at him, and April clapped her hands.

"Guys, guys, a little focus here?"

"Of course, April!" Raph raised a determined finger. "We'll take down that dangerous enemy and save your job! And your boss, I guess."

"Thanks!"

"We would like to help you, too," Leonardo offered.

"We would?" Michelangelo grinned sheepishly at his brother's glare. "Of course we would. Fine. Who doesn't want to know what a Meat Sweats looks like anyways?"