Man… Don just pisses me off sometimes. Was he actually trying to threaten me? Did he really think he could kick my shell? What a laugh… beaten by the nerd… yeah, that will never happen. I went back into my room, leaving Mikey with Don. Honestly, I was no help right now and if I stayed another minute in the same room as Don, something was going to happen… and I REALLY didn't want Splinter to find out about this. Man, what the hell was Mikey thinkin'? Ya know there is such a thing as calling for help. Geez. Now I have to think of somethin' to keep Mikey away durin' the day to make sure that Splinter wouldn't see him.

Still….the Foot hurt my bro and THAT was somethin' I wasn't goin' to let go of even if nerd boy disagreed with it. Mikey had to know where they went….but I wasn't goin' to ask him in front of Don. I decided to stay in my room for the time being, till Don left Mikey. He wouldn't stay up forever.

Later on that night, I felt myself dozin' off. I slapped my face to wake myself back up and looked at my alarm clock. 3am. Two more hours and Sensei would be up. Don couldn't be awake still and I WAS right. I looked down from my room and saw that all the lights were off. Don was nowhere to be found. Good, he went to his room.

I jumped against the side wall and landed on my feet on the main floor of our lair. So far, so good. Hesitating one more second to make sure no one was up, I made a quick dash to Mikey's room. The room was partly lit due to the light of his fish tank, which was good because then I wouldn't be stumblin' around in the dark.

Mikey was on his right side, snoring away. Still mumbling in his sleep like always. I glanced back at the door of the room to make sure no one was looking in, then looked back at my sleeping brother. "Psst, Mikey." I said, keeping my voice down as low as I could. No response, he didn't even stir. God, what a heavy sleeper. "Psst, Mikey! Wake up!" I said, still keeping my voice low.

Mikey made a little whine noise in his sleep and struck up in the air with his fist in aggravation. "You can't have this comic, Casey," he muttered, "…it's mine." He then rolled back over on his other side. Would he just wake up already?!

I had about enough. I shook him a little on the arm with my right hand. "Mikey! Open your eyes."

He turned around and looked at me for a second, then rubbed his eye. "Raph… that you? Is it time to get up already? Ugh… I don't wanna." He whined again and rolled back over.

"Look," I said, losing my patience at this point. I grabbed him and pulled him back around to face me. "You got the 4-1-1 on the Foot Ninja?"

"What..? 4-…what?" Mikey asked. I could tell he was still very tired. I hope Don didn't dope him up with anything.

"Info, Mikey. Sheesh."

"They said something about going back to the warehouse….I don't remember. Can I go back to sleep now?" He started to turn over again.

Now I was getting something. Warehouse. "What else did they say? Did they say where this place is?" I grabbed his arm, stopping him from turning over.

"Battery Park… maybe it was near Central Park… maybe it was in Jersey… I can't remember… my head hurts…." Okay, I didn't know who was pissin' me off more… him or Don.

"I'll REALLY make your head hurt, Mikey. Now quit foolin' around already," I growled loudly as I grabbed his arm tighter.

"That sounds like a threat, Raphael. Would you really strike an injured brother? Wow, that's very caring of you," a voice said from behind me. I recognized it too easily. It was Donatello. Here he was again, butting into my business.

I didn't even face him as I spoke him. "This doesn't concern you, Don, so stay out of this."

"Oh… I think it DOES concern me, Raph. Because Mikey is my brother too… and it's your fault that he's injured. You just HAD to go out and play vigilante. That's very… Neanderthal of you."

I balled my fists up as he spoke. "I ain't tellin' ya again, Donnie. Stay out of this." I then looked back at Mikey who laid there silently. "Okay, Mikey. Answer me and stop playin' around. Where is that place at?"

"Raph, didn't you hear what I said?" Don asked. I felt his arm grabbing onto mine in an attempt to pull me away from Mikey. That's when I lost it. I wheeled around to push him away but he must have been moving towards me at the same time, because when I shoved him, he fell back pretty hard against the wall. He was off balance so it looked like I REALLY pushed him, which I didn't really mean to do. It's his own damn fault for trying to get me away from Mikey.

I heard his shell crack against the wall from the impact. He stumbled a little and then stood back up. His eyes were slits as he looked back at me. I never seen him this tense before… it was almost pretty scary. "Alright, Raph, I'm sick of this. I'm not going to let your stupidity hurt the rest of us. Let's go. Right now." He got into a defensive position. Was he really serious on fighting me?

I laughed. "Oh, that's cute. The nerd is REALLY gonna fight for once. Listen, Don, we all know you ain't a fighter so quit tryin' to act all big and bad." I waved him off. "Now go back and play with your little computer."

"I'm serious, Raph," he replied. "I am not playing around anymore." I could tell by the rising volume of his voice that he was pretty damn serious.

"Fine… but if I wipe the floor with you—which I WILL—I don't wanna hear you cryin' to Splinter about it. Got it?"

"Guys… come on. Don't fight," I heard Mikey protest, but I blocked him out. Don thinks he can fight me…then fine. I'm all for it.

I stayed where I was for a while… Don stood where he was; he wasn't making a move. I guess he wanted me to strike first. Fine by me. I lashed out at him with my fist, only to have it blocked by him. I saw my opening… ha, this was gonna be easy. As soon as he blocked me, he let his guard down, leaving his entire front open. I pulled my right arm back and struck him in the face with a right hook. He stumbled back and I could see him touching his face. Judging by the red mark, I got him pretty good. I saw tears in his eyes, probably from the pain.

"What… you gonna cry now, Don?" I teased.

He didn't answer me; instead, he struck at me with his fist. I blocked it pretty easily. But then he did a low sweep, which I was not expecting, causing me to fall to the floor—pretty hard, too. I glared back up at him from the floor and he only returned my glare with a smirk… a pretty damn cocky one.

"That's it," I growled as I got up on my feet. I rushed towards him, throwing my body against his as hard as I could. Both of us collided hard against the wall. I had him pinned and I struck his side a couple of times with my fist. At this point, I pretty much didn't care about fighting fair. To me, at this point, Don was no longer my brother… but just another street punk whose ass I had to kick.

"Guys! Stop it! Will you?" I heard Mikey beg again, but louder. He was getting pretty riled up himself.

"Had enough, nerd?" I hissed, grinning back at Don. There was so much fire in his eyes. I guess I let up my guard too much, because he had somehow freed part of his body to where he was able to kick me pretty hard in the center of my plastron. I tumbled back some from the strike and fell back against something… or rather, someone.

Apparently Mikey had gotten up to try to stop us and was in my path when I fell over. I fell on top of him, his body pinned down on the floor from mine. "OW! Get off, Raph!" Mikey groaned out loudly.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" I heard another voice shout out… a voice I REALLY didn't want to hear.

I winced as I looked over slowly. I knew who it was, and I REALLY didn't want to see the look he gave me. Master Splinter was standing in the doorway to Mikey's room. Man, I never seen him be so steamed, not even when Leo and I fight.

"Raphael," he commanded, "get off of your brother, this instant!"

I got off of Mikey and stayed where I was. Master Splinter walked inside the room. The sound of his walking stick hitting the floor made me wince with each step. I looked over at Don, who stayed where he was; he still looked pretty pissed. I wanted to see what he would say… it's his own damn fault for starting this fight. He should have just minded his damn business like I keep tellin' him. "I am very disappointed in you both," Splinter continued as he made his way over to the center of the room. "Donatello… this is not like you." HA! I knew it! Donnie was gonna get in trouble! I would like to see the genius talk his way out of this one.

"I'm sorry, Master Splinter," Donatello began, his voice soft. "Raph went out earlier with Mikey and-"

"Oh, no. Don't be blamin' me for this, Donnie," I interrupted him. There was no way in hell that he was gonna blame me for startin' this fight. "I told you to stay out of this."

"Raph!" He snapped back at me, glaring. "How can you stand there and argue against me? Look at OUR brother. Look what you caused tonight!" He motioned to Mikey, who was still sitting where he was on the floor.

"What the FOOT did, Don. Look, I got things to do. So just stay out of this." I stormed out of Mikey's room. I didn't care if I would get in trouble later on with Splinter. Don was not thinking right for once… and I had to find out more about the Foot. They weren't going to get away with hurtin' my brother. I decided to check out the warehouse docks near Battery Park. I was findin' out answers tonight.