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Chapter 6

"I want this adversary found as soon as possible," Sensei said settling himself on the bed with Mikey, "Michelangelo must not be made to suffer anymore than he already has. All of you to bed to get a proper amount of sleep, we have much to do to vanquish this foe."

We all did as Splinter said knowing that he was not in the mood for argument. Our clan was united and together we would overcome any obstacles. Katsuro better beware.

We all slept for several hours. Hunger drove me out of my room and to the kitchen for a late lunch. I was soon joined by Raphael and Donnie who helped themselves to my sandwich making supplies. We ate in silence not knowing what to say or how to make things any better.

"I'm goin' out ta the dojo," Raph declared standing suddenly and leaving the room.

I looked at Donnie and we silently agreed with one another that we too would go to the dojo. Raph was not the only one who had some excess energy that needed to be worked off. Thank goodness Donnie had long ago soundproofed the dojo because Raph was in full boxer mode tearing into his small, hanging punching bag.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Take that ya #$#$ son-of-a-#$$!"

"I've never seen Mikey so upset before in my life," I said to Donnie over the sounds of Raph's pounding and cursing.

"I know," Donnie said performing katas with me, "He has had several shocks to his system. First with his injuries and then in discovering his transformation. It's not a wonder he overloaded like this."

CRASH! Bang!

"And that ya perverted #$!## freak!"

"We have got to get a plan together to find Katsuro," I said watching Raph now tearing into the practice dummy Donnie had constructed for us to train with, "Have you found anything on those Japanese words yet?"

CRASH! SLAM!

"HII-YAH!"

"Whoa! Chill Raph!" Donnie said ducking the flying head of the practice dummy, "I think I have a lead. There seems to be a legend of an ancient ninja sect that combined magic with ninjitsu. I'm working on deciphering it now. I'll ask Sensei about it when he wakes up."

Clang! Crunch! Bam! Crash!

"I'll kill ya! I'll make ya hurt kitty-kat!"

"Good if we could somehow figure out how to neutralize Katsuro's advantage over us, we could take him down in fair combat."

Crunch! Snap! CRAAAAAASH!

Donnie and I looked up in surprise at the ear splitting noises and stared in shock at a panting Raph. He had torn the practice dummy into tiny pieces. Raphael grabbed a towel and stomped out of the room.

"He's doing much better on controlling his temper isn't he?" I said impressed.

"Yes he is," Donatello said, "He only tore apart the practice dummy this time and not the entire dojo. I think this is a record."

"Bite me!" Raph said from behind us, "Sensei says Mikey is awake and ta bring him somethin' ta eat. Let's go."

Raph and I prepared Mikey a tray of his favorite foods while Donnie talked with Sensei about the legend he had found. Taking a deep breath, I entered the bedroom with Raph close behind me. Mikey sat with his head and shoulders slumped and didn't acknowledge our presence. Mikey has always been a very hyper individual with emotions spiraling from ecstatic to "bummer mode," as my little brother puts it, but never this. He looked beaten. I sat the tray on the night table and sat beside my little brother and pulled him into my arms as Raph settled himself on the end of the bed. The guilt reared up again with a passion.

"Do you think I'll be stuck like this forever?" he quietly whispered through a curtain of hair.

"No you won't," I said firmly making him look at me, "Donnie has already found a lead on the magic Katsuro used. We will figure out how to neutralize his powers to capture him and force him to change you back. I swear on my honor I'll fix this Mikey."

"Me too," Raph said, "Now eat. Ya way too skinny kid."

"Hey! The name is Michelangelo or Mike or Mikey. NOT kid," Mikey said testily, "I may be a human now, but I am still the same brother you always had and as soon as my collar bone heals I'll kick your shell. Now give me my lunch. I'm starved."

We all chuckled at Mikey's words even Donnie and Sensei that had entered the room just in time to hear the youngest's rebellion. It felt good to hear Mikey sound a little more like himself. He attacked his food like a war refuge that hadn't eaten for days.

"Michelangelo. Take time to breathe my son," Sensei said with a sparkle of laughter in his eyes, "You have only missed breakfast."

"Sowwy," Mikey said with a mouthful of food.

"Disgustin' Mikey," Raph said glaring at his sheepish little brother, "Don't talk with ya mouth open."

"Hello? Is anybody here?" came a feminine voice from the entrance to the lair.

"What's April doing here?" Mikey said with a look of confusion on his face.

"We let her know what was going on Mikey," Donnie said, "We asked her if she would bring you some clothes to wear. We're in here April! First door to your right!"

"Clothes? Coolness!" Mikey said brightening up and then turning a magnificent shade of red, "Wait a minute. If I'm not a turtle anymore, then that means I no longer have my shell, and that means I'm not wearing anything. Don't let her in here! I'm naked!"

Mikey dove carefully under the covers on the bed. We all howled with laughter at Mikey's plight including April who had heard everything on the other side of the door.

"I'll just leave these bags by the door Mikey. I wasn't sure of your size and just guessed. I'll just let you get dressed yourself with help from one of your brothers and then we can visit together," she said.

"Okey-dokey," Mikey's muffled response came from underneath the covers.

The others went to sit with April while I helped my little brother dress. He had to "ooh" and "ah" over all his new clothes April had picked for him before settling on wearing his new, orange flannel pajamas with a matching robe. April had even somehow gotten him a pair of orange bunny slippers, which he quickly named "Leon" and "Ardo" much to my chagrin. The pants were a bit to big and hung off his narrow hips, but Mikey said he felt "nice and toasty." I supported Mikey as he happily shuffled out to lay on the pallet that had been made up for him on the couch before he noticed April staring at him.

"Do I look that weird?" Mikey said nervously straightening the blankets that he was covered with.

We all sat silently bristling waiting to hear April's response and thinking to ourselves that it better be good and not upset our little brother who was in a fragile state at the moment.

"No Mikey," April said coming back to reality with a jolt, "I just wasn't expecting you to look like this. You are really handsome. I'm going to be jealous of all your new girlfriends."

We all laughed again at Mikey's red blush. I marveled at how quickly his coloring could redden, but then again, he was very pale. We left April chatting with Mikey so as to discuss what Donnie and Sensei had discovered. There was a lot of planning to do.

To be continued.