Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. I wish I did, though. LOL! I can only dream to.
Warning: This fic may contain some harsh language and maybe some violence. Thank you all for reviewing my story, because it really means a lot to me. I hope you guys will like this chapter! The flash back in this chapter is back when the turtles don't know about the foot, but they do fight some crime here and there. Oh, btw, this is a Raph and Mikey chapter.
SILENCE
Chapter 9
By Raphangela
"Who does he think he is, huh?" Raphael grumbles to no one in particular as he trudges angrily throughout the sewers. He's so irritable that doesn't even care about the rain and sewer water splashing on him with each angry step.
He continues to grumble to himself, "Why couldn't he just have accepted my apology like he always does? Huh? Why?! I was right there! I sat beside him the whole entire time, while he was in 'la-la land', waiting for him to wake up! So, why? Why did he have ta go and be like that for anyways? It doesn't make sense!"
He instantly kicks the nearest thing, a coke can that had fallen in through the vents when it had stormed. The truth is, it does make sense to him, but he keeps telling himself that it doesn't. If he did accept it, to him it would be like accepting that all of those nightmares are true, and that he has lost his little brother for good and the relationship that they use to share. And knowing Raph, he'd do just about anything in order to not to accept that.
Flashback
It was years ago, when the turtles were only kids. Michelangelo had gone off somewhere and that somewhere was top of a building beside the pier. Michelangelo sat at the edge of the building as he watched the red and orange sunset in the distance. Mikey loves it when the sun sets in the afternoons, he always wanted to watch the sunset, but Sensei had forbidden it. Mikey stared off into the distant sun, it didn't hurt his eyes. Michelangelo loved how the sun would be orange in the morning, a bright yellowish orange at midday, and for some reason it turn red in the afternoons. And then the night would come and everything seemed to go black, especially past midnight, that's when Mikey got to see the stars more. The afternoons and night were always his favorite, since it really is the time that he could come out without being seen and he loved looking at the dark night sky above.
He didn't stay alone for long, for a young Raphael had walked up from behind and had quietly sat beside his littlest brother. After a few moments of silence went by, Mikey spoke; "Raph…"
"Yes, Mikey?" Raphael asked.
"Wha's yo'r favo'ite pa't of th' day?" Mikey asked in a sincere tone even though he talked like he had broken English, like a pre-k student does. Mikey was still watching the sunset.
Raphael looked at his brother questioningly and asked; "Why?"
"'Cause I jus' wanna know, tha's why." Mike simply stated, still not looking at his brother.
"Well…" Raphael thought out loud for his brother to hear. "I'd say… I like when it's night. Yeah, that's it."
"Why?"
"I like nighttime, but not after midnight, it's too quiet. There's hardly any action going on at that time really and nothing seems to be open. There's not much butt to kick, if ya know what I mean?" Raphael explained. "Punks and jerks are usually in bed before then. The only people that are up are drunks and a few thieves and other wackos and you know how Sensei feels about us being up too long."
"Yo' sound wike Leo." Mikey laughed. "'Bout whatchyo' said 'bout Sens-say."
"Yeah, I do, don't I?" Raphael pretended to shiver as they both laughed at the thought. After a few minutes of laughter, they went quiet again for a few more minutes.
Mikey again broke the silence, "Hey, Raph."
"Yes, Mikey?"
"If somethin' were to 'appen ta one of us, wike me, whatchya do den?"
Raphael shook his head in disbelief; he did not see that coming. "Mikey, I would never let anything happen ta ya."
Mikey persisted, "Wha' wouldjya do?"
"Mikey," Raphael said with a sigh. "I would never let anything happen to my brothers, especially my most favorite one."
"Who's dat?" Mikey asked innocently.
"You of course, ya knucklehead!"
Mikey turned his head and looked at his brother and asked; "I'm yo' favoritest, Raph? 'Cause yo mine!"
Raphael smiled and said; "Yes, you are, Mikey." Mikey smiled brightly at his brother as Raphael continued; "And I would never let anything happen to you, no matter what. Understand?"
"Ev'n if I tu'ned out ta be a wacko m'self?"
Raphael looked at his brother weirdly and then said; "Yes, even then."
"P'omise?"
"Yes, I promise."
Michelangelo turned his attention back to the horizon; the sun had now completely vanished and then sky slowly was turning dark. "Thanks, Raph."
Raphael hugged his brother and said; "Anytime, Mikey, anytime."
"I wove you ve'y much, Raph." Michelangelo said as he leaned over quickly kissed his brother on the cheek. Raphael quickly batted him away and yelped, "Hey! You already a wacko!"
End of Flashback
Raphael tries hard not to cry as he says, "Oh, Mikey. I'm sorry. I'm SO sorry! What have I done?"
He knew within his heart that he shouldn't have left the lair and that he shouldn't have left his little brother's time of need. After all, it wasn't Mikey's fault for acting the way he did toward Raphael. And all together, Raph knows whose fault it is. The only questions are, "Can Raph deal with the consequences?" and "Is Michelangelo gone for good?" Neither of these Raphael wants to answer, but in the pit of his heart Raph feels like they've already been answered. Now all is left is to find the answer that Raphael so dreads.
Is Mikey really gone…forever?
To Be Continued
I know that this chapter wasn't long at all. Sorry. I'll try to male the next chapter longer. So, please read and review.