It was dark, and cold. The sky was brewing with a rainstorm that was obviously about to start, so what was the famous red masked ninja turtle Raphael doing on the top of a building? A simple answer, fighting crime. He had gotten back to his vigilante ways, and the only time to do so was at night.

Leaning over a building and looking down at the many people below he snorted. "Why would people want to spend there time in weather like this?" He asked himself quietly, scowling. As a clap of thunder sounded Raph backed away from the top of the building and stretched, listening to the bones in his arm crack before running across the rooftop and jumping to the next one. There wasn't a lot of crime tonight, and it was going by slowly but as much as Raphael liked bashing heads in, less crime either meant the big, bad criminals are scared of bad weather, or he was scaring them away.

Probably the latter.

Upon hearing a scream, he came to a stop just as he was reaching the edge of a tall hotel roof, looking back to where he heard the scream from, twisting his body around and running back from the way he just came, his red mask tails flying in the wind behind him as he ran. The scream hadn't been that far away. Suddenly he heard it again, it was a kid by the sounds of the scream.

That made him run faster, no one should pick on kids! Jumping down into the alley below he ran through the maze of back streets and alleys before he reached the screaming, stopping just in time to see a little boy's mother crumple to the ground. Eyes widening the hot-headed turtle let out a loud growl and attacked the man who hurt the mother.

The next thing he knew, the man he had just attacked was laying on the ground, in a puddle of blood. With a gulp he turned around, praying to himself that the woman was okay, and luckily enough, she was. She was currently sitting up and holding her head, trying to calm her sobbing child. The little boy hadn't seen him. Yet. He should leave, backing into the shadows of a nearby dumpster he waited for the right moment, then lunged upwards, grabbing ahold of the fire escape and pulling himself up. As he reached the rooftop he began running again, waiting for the next crime to stop.

"Raph bro! It's dinner time you slept all day!"

At first he tried ignoring his younger brother, Raphael had had a long night stopping crime and all he wanted to do was sleep, but Mikey seemed intent on waking him for dinner as the orange masked turtle began poking him. Letting out a muffled groan he picked his head up from his hammock and gave his youngest brother a death glare. "Go away." He snapped.

"Master Splinter wants you to eat with us!" Mikey whined, poking Raphael more.

"Poke me one more time and I'll break yer fingers." Upon saying the threat the annoying poking stopped and Mikey only pouted instead.

After ten minutes of Mikey loomig over Raph the red masked turtle realized that the only way to get some peace would be to go downstairs and eat. With a sigh he picked himself up and out of his hammock, grabbing his mask on the nightstand next to his bed and putting it on, tying it tightly.

Mikey looked at him happily, "See ya downstairs dude." He said as he ran off to eat.

At least it was just dinner, he could sleep afterword. Stretching as he walked down the hallway then jumped downstairs he yawned, looking at his brothers and father who were all eating at the small, damaged wooden table they had found at the dump a few years back.

"Nice of you to join us Raphael."

The second eldest just nodded at his father and took a seat on the far end of the table, Leo frowning and looking over at him. Donnie looked worried, and Mikey looked indifferent, Splinter he couldn't read. Although he was wondering why everyone was staring at him. His question was answered when Donnie spoke up. "Aren't you going to make a plate?"

"I'm not hungry."

"You haven't eaten anything all day Raph! There's no way you aren't hungry." Leo huffed.

Raphael grunted and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Leo, "Last time I checked you don't know how my stomach feels."

Mikey watched as his brothers broke out arguing over the table, Splinter frowning and Donnie watching them without interest.

"Why do you have to be so hot headed?! We're worried about you Raphael! You spend all day and night sleeping! The only time you leave your room is for training or patrol!"

"Well I never said I wanted ya to worry! Did I?! I'm fine!"

"Raphie, Leo is just worried..."

"I'm fine."

"Boys! This is not the time for fighting." Splinter spoke calmly but his patience was obviously wearing thin.

"We just want to help."

"I said I'm fine Donnie!" With that, Raphael stood up, stomping out of the room, leaving everyone else to eat.

As he left the room and went into his room- topside would be nice but he didn't want to have his brothers chasing him down- He punched his punchingbag. Hard, hard enough for his hand to tingle, but he liked it. Once he was done taking his anger out on the poor punchingbag he fell into his hammock and glared at the ceiling.

Raph knew he shouldn't be getting mad, that he should be happy his brothers still cared about him at all, but the way they treated him ever since he was ambushed by the purple dragons had been ridiculous. So how was he not supposed to get angry? His brothers treated him like a child, and he was anything but a child! Before the red masked turtle knew it, sleep was overtaking him and he was asleep, his brothers and fsther all downstairs, eating quietly.

Later that night when he would wake up to eat he'd stop to see that one of his brothers had lft a plate for him outside a door, and he'd smile and eat it.

It was six in the morning, and Raphael was sitting in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. Training started in another hour today, which was unusual but Rah wouldn't complain. So far no one else was awake, probably taking the chance to sleep in, so he had the kitchen to himself this morning. After eatin he realized he had another rare treat: His choice in what to watch on the television. "Today's just mg day." He said to himself whilst smirking, jumping over the back of the couch and landing on the soft cushions, grabbing the remote and flipping to the sports channel.

"What are you doing up so early?"

Raphael spun around, looking at Donnie who was yawning and making a cup of coffee.

"I was eatin'."

Donnie only hummed in response this time, looking down into his now full cup of coffee before sitting down. Raph grunted and turned back to the television where the results of the football game were going off. Scowling Raph changed the channel to morning cartoons. He hated football.

"Yo dudes!" Mikey all but yellled, earning him a glare from both older brothers.

"Shuddap." Came a grumpy reply from Raph, Donatello sticking with a more civilized, "Please don't be so loud in the morning Mikey."

Mikey only laughed and began making himself oatmeal. Donnie picking up the newspaper April left in the morning everyday and sitting down with his coffee, Raph kicked his feet up on the coffee table, looking up. "Where's Fearless? He's usually up before us." Raph asked with a smug smirk.

"I woke up earlier to meditate." Came a smooth reply as Leo walked out of the dojo, looking at his brothers.

"Mornin, bro."

"Good morning Leo."

"Mornin."

"Good morni g to you guys as well." Leo smiled, and Raphael grunted, taking his cereal bowl to the sink and sitting back down infront of the T.V he was barely paying attention to.

"Someone's in a bad mood." Mikey mumbled to Donnie, Raphael sending a glare at his youngest brother.

"Shut up Mikey."

It wasn't that long until training started and all four turtles were kneeling before Master Splinter, awaiting the lessons for today.

"Today my sons, we will be meditating."

Mimey all but groaned, earning a glare from the large rat before smiling awkwardly, "I'm kidding sensei!" He laughed, holding both hands in the air, Leo frowned at his little brother's antics and Donnie smirked. Raphael of course, didn't care. All he wanted to do was sleep, but for now that would be impossible. At least training wasn't anything that active.

Tonight he had patrol, and tomorrow night he had off. The next night was with Casey. Taking in a deep breath the second eldest turtle tried to relax and keep his eyes closed without falling asleep. Mikey of course failed this, and Leo was the only the type of perfecrion that he could be, and Donnie seemed to be following in his footsteps.

Raphael on the other hand was too bisy trying to keep himself from falling asleep to actually focus though.

It was going to be a looooong day.