A/N:Here is chapter three. Hope it isn't too bad.
Don't own any TMNT, if I did I was hoping someone would have told me by now. ;)
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He can't be gone.
Mikey had told himself this in his mind so many times it had become a prayer. It had been a month since the death of the red-masked turtle and it still hurt like it had been yesterday.
The three remaining turtles carried on as best as they could: Raphael's death had made them realize how important they were to one another and it had brought them closer together. But without their strongest brother, they were even more wary on their nightly patrols of the city's rooftops.
Mikey sighed. He was standing in his brother's old room, still lost in thought. Memories of all the times he had playfully jibbed at his brother's hot temper flooded through him. All the pranks he had pulled, that always ended with him receiving a smack on the head from Raph. All the times that Raph had watched his back in a fight.
Mikey smiled. Sometimes he had hated being the youngest, especially when his brothers would keep a close eye on him.
He knew Raph was gone and he would never come back, but he also knew that despite everything he had done, Raphael had loved him.
"I'm gonna miss ya, bro," Michelangelo spoke to the empty room. "but I am gonna do my best to make you proud. Goodbye! See ya later, Raphie!"
Michelangelo looked around the room with tears in his eyes and a gentle smile on his face. The room was just how Raph had left it. His red hammock hanging on one side, Raph had never liked the feel of a bed. "Too hard," he would say in his rough voice. His well-worn punching bag in the corner, evidence of the many times he had taken his temper out on it in an effort to calm down. The floor was littered with soda cans, pizza boxes and comic books.
Mikey didn't know how long he stood there, but he knew it would never be long enough. He breathed deeply in the scent of his brother's messy room before backing out into the hallway. He quietly closed the door and locked it leaving the room just as it was. It would remain that way as a small memorial to a brave ninja turtle who would be missed by those who loved him.
Michelangelo turned and walked back toward the living room, he still had two brothers and he knew that they needed each other. Hamato Raphael would not be forgotten but, if Mikey had anything to say about it, would live on in the minds and hearts of his family.