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Title: TMNT:

Rating: T+

Genre: Family/Friendship

Pairing(s): None

Summary: Mikey went missing several months ago, and his brother find him…. But, as a Foot ninja! When they 'rescue' him, they find that Michaelangelo has zero-memory of his past. Can this indecisive, quiet, shy, stuttering ex-soldier really be their brother? Can they bring back Mikey's memory? Can they deal with the extra, mutant 'baggage' Mikey brings along?

Chapter three

Over the course of the next few weeks was perhaps the strangest span of time the Hamato family ever had centering the youngest brother (and that was saying something), his personality and habits had been so unlike how he was before he disappeared that it was almost scary.

For one thing, he never spoke….. Okay, he did talk, but only when spoken to. And those times when he did speak, he stuttered. That completely boggled his family; Mikey could talk a mile a second without skipping a syllable… Or, at least, he used to.

Another thing, he didn't slack off at training, he did the exact opposite. Two days after returning, he joined them in training. He strangely enough was confused when they gave him nunchucks, and they soon explained that nunchaku had been his main weapon. To their surprise, he tossed the nunchucks aside and said they were 'too light' for his style. Instead, Master Splinter gave him a kusarigama to practice with. The other turtles knew from…. Ahem, experience, that when Mikey had been in the Foot, he had on occasion used kusarigama alongside his double-edged sword.

And the training experience had been as boggling as Mikey's behavior; the turtles minds were more on his actions than their own training.

"It's like he's in his own world." Leo had said when his youngest brother snatched his katana from him while he was in the middle of a kata and used it to throw at a target from the other side of the room.

"He was always off in Planet Mikey." Donnie tried to assure, but was rebuked by Raph.

"MY BAG!" Raphael roared, his bag had been skewered by the curved blade of a kusarigama. Sand was pouring out of it like blood. His accusing eyes went to Mikey, who was again in his own world.

Before his brothers could stop him, Raph stomped over to Mikey and started yelling at him, ranting an ear off. Mikey was rooted in place while the red-masked turtle was raving at him, he was expressionless and he was just eyeing Raph for a while, before he struck his brother without warning.

The blow was so unexpected and hard, that Raph had stumbled back several feet before he was attacked by an onslaught of punches and kicks at the mercy of his normally cheeky brother, who had the facial expression of a robot the entire time.

"Michaelangelo!" Leo had yelled in his deeper 'leader' tone as he rushed over and grabbed Mikey's fist, effectively freezing him. "What is wrong with you?"

"He was going to attack me." Mikey answered nonchalantly, as if he had not just beaten the living daylights out of his brother. "His body language insinuated he was going to become violent and fight."

Donnie came up and had looked at Mikey like he was crazy "But that's the just way Raph is; he gets angry a lot, but he would never attack any of us."

"I might now." Raph had growled passed his swelling cheek.

Of course Mikey apologized immediately and excused himself quickly, sulking in his room while Fluffy unsuccessfully tried to cheer him up.

Speaking of Fluffy; that cat…. Rodent…. Thing, was really starting to get on the other turtles nerves. The very next day after Mikey returned with that thing, Raph had come into the kitchen to find a big mess.

"What the shell are you doing? !" Raph had yelled as he scanned the kitchen; the cupboards were wide open and had been obviously ransacked, while the table, counter, walls and floor were all smeared with peanut butter. In the middle of the floor was Fluffy, who had a jar of Jiffy Peanut butter in front of her; the dark fur along her body was sticky and clumpy with the stuff, and her muzzle was thick with it. She had been scooping the peanut butter out of the jar with her bare paws and was shoving it in her face in a way that one could consider eating it.

"Eating." Fluffy had stated a-matter-of-factly and continued eating the peanut butter like it was her job.

Then Klunk had come in.

"Meow." Klunk had mewed to Fluffy; who snapped her sticky head at the feline. Raph watched; Klunk had sniffed the air and must have smelled the cat in Fluffy or something, because he came over Fluffy with friendly intentions. Fluffy's pupils narrowed until they were paper-thin; she jumped onto all fours and hissed at Klunk, her peanut butter clumpy fur raised on end.

"MRRRWWW!" Fluffy hissed and knocked Klunk away with unsheathed claws. Klunk ran away but Fluffy continued to chase him. Raph grabbed her by the scruff and demanded to know why she was doing that.

"My territory now!" Fluffy had responded.

Ahem, back to the subject of Mikey; Leonardo for one underplayed how much his brother had trained. We all know Leo is a light sleeper because of how ninja his is, so one night in the wee hours of the morning, Leo had woken up to the sound of rattling; he snuck into the kitchen and was surprised to what he saw.

"Mikey? What are you doing up this early?" Leo asked as he checked the wristwatch under his wrist-guard; it was four o'clock in the morning, two hours before Leo would normally wake up. But true to form, his usually late-rising brother was turning on the stove and appearing to be turning the stove on for a tea kettle.

"A n-ninja starts t-the day early, Leonardo." Mikey replied, not looking at him. Well, this explained why he went to bed at eight o'clock.

"Are you making green tea?" Leo asked as he looked over his youngest brothers shoulder, surprised to see the bags for green tea.

Mikey nodded "W-Would you like some?" He asked shyly.

"Sure…." Leo had replied, he was unsure in actuality, but he could not properly wrap his brain around this type of behavior.

And as for the subject of TV, videogames and comic books (all of the important things in Mikey's life) this new Mikey didn't seem to care much for any of it. He ate to live, and not for luxury so he didn't really look or care what he was putting in his mouth. He gave comic books a try, and put it aside after a few pages, stating he didn't want to follow the plot because 'it was so predictable and hard to follow' (1). As for TV, he at least watched it, but only when he was bored but he didn't care too much for it either.

Speaking of food, they struggled to get Mikey to eat enough; he would eat very little and give about half of the little he ate to Fluffy, and one night he didn't eat even though he looked hungry. Master Splinter had decided to question it.

"Michaelangelo, why is it you are not eating?" The old rat asked.

"I used up my weekly food quota." Mikey replied, sounding sad. Master Splinter gave him an endearing look.

"What would that be, my son?"

Mikey then explained the Master Splinter that in the Foot, they had weekly food quota's, or limits to how much food they can have in one week. Master Splinter asked how much they are allowed in one week, and then Mikey answered. Master Splinter was shocked; that amount of food was barely enough to live on, and he already could tell from observation that his youngest son gave half of his food to the little mutant Fluffy, so it was made worse for him. The old rat did not like when he heard that Michaelangelo often resorted to steal food, but he could understood it even if he did not like it.

"My son, I assure you we do not work that way at home; you are allowed to eat as much as you wish." Master Splinter explained.

"B-But what if we r-run out?" Mikey countered shyly, he didn't seem to understand what his father was trying to say. After several minutes of explaining and re-explaining the matter because it did not seem to sink it, Master Splinter decided on something.

"I will tell you how much you can eat; and miss…. Fluffy, can have her own as well, understand?" Master Splinter decreed; Mike nodded, actually seeming relieved.

And if that wasn't bad enough, his aloof tendencies were really starting to get to his family; it was hard to find him even if you were in the same room with him. He could be trailing behind someone without their knowledge, spying from the shadows…. It was pretty creepy from his families perspective, they watched what they said because he could very well be overhearing them.

But the worst of it all, besides the fact that he still has no memory of them; he didn't quite understand the way family worked…..

"What happened to you?" Don gasped; he came to see Mikey sitting on the couch….. Nursing his left arm, which was covered bloodied bandages, and he was more than apparently in pain as could be seen by the tears coming out of his eyes from the pain he was in.

"B-Broke my a-arm…." Mikey replied, and hissed in pain when he pressed against his injured limb "F-Fell in the s-sew-sewers, a-and tried to b-break my f-fa-fall with my arm. It sn-snapped."

"Here, let me see that." Donnie said and took a quick look – the first aid job was poor, but not amateur…. When he removed the bandaged, he was horrified to see bone sticking out of the swelling flesh. "Come to my lab, I can treat you properly."

Mikey looked at him, with a dazed look "W-Why would you h-help me?" He asked in a small voice.

Don looked at him with his eyes wide; why wouldn't he help? "Because you're hurt and you need it." He replied simply and helped Mikey to his lab, where he sat him down on the cot.

"Why would you think I wouldn't help you?" Don asked as he brought out a needle.

"I-In the F-Foot, you h-help yourself w-when you g-get injured, or you d-die." Mikey responded, looking away and not flinching when Don injected him.

Don frowned "Mikey, listen to me." He said seriously, Mikey looked at him "Here; we all look out for each other. We help each other, we care about each other. It' isn't like the Foot here. We're family. And family is always here for you."

Don can honestly say that it stung when he saw the look of bewilderment in Mikey's eyes; as if the whole concept of family was new to him. And, sadly, it probably was.

(1) I have comic books (the entire 'Man without fear'/Daredevil series) and the plot so is freaking hard to follow sometimes, you have to read itat least twice just to get the idea of what the hell just happened, and a small mission can last several comics.

Now you have a general idea of what is going on; next chapter isn't going to be a spiral-style like this one. But there are only a few chapters left.

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