By Maikafuiniel
Lost and Confused
It was dark. That was the first thing the Mike noticed when he woke up. It was dark and he could see... He defiantly couldn't see much. His eyes were cloudy and he had to strain them through a haze to get any distinct picture. It was just like when he had been little and needed glasses. Splinter had gone through hell and back to get them for Mike, and they were lucky to find that he didn't need them again after he was ten. Good thing too, Ninjas don't wear glasses.
His whole body hurt, but it was like he was just worm out. It felt like the time the master had made them practice six hours everyday for a full week. It hurt, but not so badly he couldn't move or walk. And so he stood, very slowly, trying to remember what he had been doing to end up here. It was hard, because he had a headache that was threatening to bash his head in. That was not good. Michaelangelo never had headaches. Never.
That was when he noticed how big the sewer pipe was. It was huge! Twice his size, and then the grass! The grass had to be half way up to his knees! The only thought Mikey had was that who ever was the farmer here took damn good care of looking after the grass. He had never seen it grow like this before.
He walked towards it. He didn't remember what he had been doing, but he knew it had something to do with getting away from the guys for a while. No matter what he WAS doing, he had to go back now. He felt incredibly strange, and whenever he looked at something it seemed to be the wrong height, though this made no sense to him.
But as soon as he made his first step to the sewers all of his cloths fell. His bandana went around his neck making him very uncomfortable. His belt fell off completely, making his weapons fall to the ground. His wrist pieces fell off along with them. His ankle ones stayed on, but they were very loose and would drag under his feet if he tried to walk like this.
"Woa, what IS happening to me?" He said in wonder, surprised. But it was hard to concentrate. He was half blind, but what he could see was distorted in size. No sewer was that big! At least, no sewer in New York.
But he stopped talking when it only made his headache hurt harder. In his haze he left all of his stuff right on the wet ground and stumbled into the sewer. He had to get to Sensi.
Leonardo was in the middle of the room, doing jumps and kicks to stay in shape. Donatello was, of course, behind his desk working on the latest gadget that had come from his mind for no foreseeable reason. Raphael was sitting on the couch watching television, and was yelling at the Hockey players every time they did something he didn't seem to think was a good thing to do. And Splinter was sitting on the ground in the corner of the room meditating.
Raphael knew something was bothering him. He knew because it was bothering every one. Yes, they were all going about their daily routines, but they were only doing it too pass time. They were waiting. Waiting for their brother to come home.
Michaelangelo had been gone not for an hour, not even for two, but he had been gone for seven. Seven hours. Mikey never went out that long by himself. None of them did. It wasn't safe. 'Damn you Mikey, if you get yourself killed topside, I'm gonna kill you... Well, I'm gonna kill you again for making us all worry.'
Yes, Mike liked to go out and have a good time, but it was always with his brothers. They had always hung out together! They did everything together! Something had to be wrong for him to just leave like this.
Leonardo thought it was his fault of course. Even if he hadn't been the leader and have a thing about blaming himself for other peoples mistakes, he was SURE it was his fault. He and Mikey had been having a squabble over the last slice of Pizza went he had stomped off to his room and had not come out for three hours. When he finally did came out he hadn't said a word to anyone, but instead he had gone straight out. To think? Maybe. To get away for a while? Probably. But this was too long. Perhaps he should call April...
"You will do no such thing Leonardo." Splinter said quietly, surprising him, before he had even finished the thought. Geez, that was creepy. What was he? Phycic?
"But master! Mickey isn't back yet! I mean, come on, how long can he have fun out there in a trench coat hiding from people and all alone?"
It seemed that the others had all been thinking ways to go out as well, because they jumped on the subject. "Please mater," Donny begged, making Raph wince, "What if he's sick, or hurt, or captured, or..." Splinter raised one furry hand to halt the river of words from over- flowing. "I am half rat, and though this is a terrible thing there are many good things as well, like my sense of smell. Michaelangelo obviously just needed a few minutes to himself, and he is coming back now. He will return within the next few minutes." He didn't mention the stench of fear that was almost overcoming his natural sent.
They all sighed in relief. It WAS their little brother after all, and they had all been worried sick about him. "Well, I'm gonna give the little butt-head a talking too. If he wants to go running out on us, he's paying the bill for it."
"You will do no such thing." Splinter said quietly, "I want you to leave your brother alone. He has done nothing but seek peace."
"But..."
"No."
"Mast..."
"No."
"All I..."
"Ten flips."
