Disclaimer: I do not own any ninja turtles!
Michelangelo pushed on down the street as the usual sound of a New York grind filled his ears. Walking though the streets had become second nature after all of the family tension in the sewers. All it really meant was more pizza for him, and that he could live with. Next to him a girl was talking In an annoying jersey accent while her companion tweeted about NYC. He pushed into the bustle before leaning on the side of a pawn shop and using his spirit body to traverse other realms. A fire started, a branch fell, a heattbeat sounded. Wait. That was in the graveyard. Where the tomb was located . There was no way, Raphael alive. His sprit faded almost as fast as he did. Making a quiet joke to himself he tried to perk up as he entered the pawn shop. Costs and fancy watched hung on the wall, an occasional piece of gold shined rusty from the shelved behind the pawn counter. Inside the glass counter lay an assortment of crazy colored bongs, pipes, and cigarette holders. He was also pretty sure that the utility closet held some guns. A place for only a few of the bums with motive and money. The whole time he could hear the faint pounding of a heart, coming from his tomb. Hearing a heartbeat of someone took a lot of intimacy. You had to be someone close .. A lover ... A father... Or a brother.