Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else's.

Title: TMNT: Mafioso.

Rating: T

Pairings: April/Casey…. Cuz they're already together, reviewers can suggest a few other ones.

Genre: Crime/Family…. It can be considered a little bit humor too

Summary: Splinters dead, Michaelangelo is the new leader of the Dragon-Foot clan, Leonardo is a bartender, Raphael is a loan-shark and Donatello's gone rogue turtle. Anything else? Oh, well Casey and April own a nightclub if it means anything….

Coping Method 3: Following low-lives around with a group of Mexicans.

"Well, well; Ricky da Rat." A Brooklyn voice behind Ricky made him shiver; he whirled around abruptly and his eyes were wide as saucers. Behind him was El the Shark, the most feared Loan Shark on the face of Manhattan. No one had ever seen El's face; his entire head was wrapped around mummy-style in a black scarf. He wore a thick brown leather jacket that was always zipped up, thick red gloves and black jeans with red-laced combat boots. His most feared attributes were, however, his always angry yellow eyes and the sai's holstered on his belt.

"H-Hey El." Ricky gulped, he backed up until his back made contact with the rotting wall "What bring you here in my place?" He tried not to sound like he was about to piss himself, but failed.

El approached him; stepping out of the shadows and he was eye-to-eye with Ricky; Ricky was surprised to see that El was not that tall, though many spoke that when they were eye-to-eye with El, they swore they were looking into the eyes of Satan. And Ricky believed now; El may not have been very tall, but he was as intimidating, dark, and sinister as the devil.

His yellow eyes were the flames of hell.

"'Nough of da questions, Ricky," A sai stabbed into the flimsy wall, just a hair-length close to Ricky's head which made him flinch "I want answa's; where's mah money? Ya past ya dues, Rat."

About a month ago, Ricky made the fatal mistake of borrowing money from El, and promising to pay it back in three weeks. However, the chances weren't with Ricky; his luck had been horrible and he lost all of his money on a game of floating-craps.

"Look El," Ricky almost sputtered, terrified out of his weak mind "this month hasn't been real good; Lady luck stood me up if you know what I mean."

"Dat sounds like excuses, Ricky, ya know what happens when you tick me off…"

"El, come on man-"

"I don' like it when people don't hold up their end. Ya lucky dat my boys are waitin'."

A fist slammed into Ricky's stomach with the force of a sledgehammer; Ricky felt his internal organs rupturing and blood flowed out of his mouth; he fell down to his knees, coughed up blood and fell to his hands. El kicked him in the face and when Ricky lay curled on his side, El picked him up, swiveled his body and effortlessly flung Ricky at a wall.

Ricky was yelling and screaming and crying as El continued to wail on him; punching, kicking; he even grabbed his arm and snapped it in some kind of Judo move.

There had been rumors that El was actually an ex-ninja, but Ricky called bullshit on it, but damn he believed it now; he had been on the streets his entire life, and the moves that El were using weren't typically street moves, even if it was about as brutal and bitter as street came.

Once El was done beating on him, he kneeled down and grabbed a fist-full of Ricky's hair and forcing his head up to look at him in the face; Ricky's face was a swollen, bloodied mess with both of his eyes turning back and his nose shattered beyond belief. "Listen to me, Rat." El hissed in his face "Don't eva' cross me again; and neva' put up a bet if you can't deliva'…."

El dropped Ricky the Rats head and left the shabby apartment.

And Ricky now k new for sure el was an ex-ninja.

Because he had exited through the fourth-story window.

"Didja' get any money, El?" One of El's cronies, Carter, asked as their boss dropped into the alley-way where all of them were waiting.

"I got close 'nough, Carta'." El said and held up something; in his palm were four golden teeth "Idiot shouldn't have grilled all 'a his wisdom teeth." He cackled insanely and put the spoils in his pocket. "So, where we hittin' tonight? Any more low-lives to shake down?"

"The Green Ninja, we got the night off since Bruce the Banger actually paid us back." Carter said; El nodded and grinned behind the scarf that wrapped head.

"Then we get to visit mah favorite reapa'…" El said quiety, only Carter caught it. El lit up a cigarette and put it to his mouth; he didn't suck the tar in or out, he just let it stay between his lips like a toothpick "Come on," he said "let's git some hooch and call it a good night."

When the family broke apart, Raphael found solace the only way he could; violence, the only outlet he had for his over-active emotions. So, he rounded up a posse of border-jumpers with a criminal record, and Carter, an African American human his age who was a wannabe ninja, stuck to the foolish belief that he was an actual ninja because he was a parcore-freerunner, even though he couldn't jump half as far as Raph could. When he rounded up this posse, he became a 'sinner' – he smoked, drank, gambled, and fought on the streets. It wasn't long after this lifestyle change that he decided to become a loan-shark, it gave him both of the rush of gambling and fighting, because a lot of sleaze-balls didn't pay him back.

He didn't like humans calling him by his full name, and his nick-name kind of pissed him off too so he just had everyone call him El, which in all fairness was part of his name.

And truthfully, he liked to follow people around with a group of Mexicans trailing behind him, while punching his fist going "Where's mah money?" It was so cliché that it was funny. To him, at least; the people who crossed him were scared shitless, which made it funnier.

With El's luck, he would live up to his mid-thirties; years longer than most like him.

"Yo, Leo." El said and pulled onto a stool; his brother nodded but said nothing, Leo never talked anyways so it didn't bother him. "Dozen jello-shots and a bottle of Captain Morgan Spice rum."

Leo nodded and gave El what he ordered, and he put them down on the counter; Leonardo held his hand out for the payment.

"Keep the change." El said and flicked a gold tooth into Leo's hand.

Leonardo saw the fresh-ish blood on the tooth and gave Raph a disapproving look, he had a pretty good idea how El had gotten the tooth.

"Don' give mah dat look," El said and crushed the small paper cup of jell-o shot into his mouth "the guy didn't hold up his end, broke his promise." El shrugged. Leo slumped under his reaper robe and turned away to rub a glass with a dry cloth like a classic cartoon bartender.

"You see Don 'round lately?" El asked, shooting down a shot of Captain Morgan spice rum, Leo shook his head "Neither have I – but I did see Angel, she told me how our maniac of a little brotha's doin'."

Leonardo tensed up at the mention of Mikey, but he listened intently.

"He put Shred-head on death row, which I don't mind…. But, he's not gettin' any betta', Leo, Angel says he's getting mo' and mo' mental everyday."

"I'm sorry Mikey…." Leo muttered, half to himself; his voice from scratchy and quiet from misuse, but El could hear him.

"Yea'…." A dull look appeared in Raphael's amber eyes, mirroring his big brothers brown ones "we…. We really fucked up with him, didn't we? We fucked up on everything…."

Leo nodded sadly.

And they were fucked over, they really were. Their lives, their families lives, their brotherhood, their personalities, their life-styles; all of it was fucked up. It had been that way since Splinter died.

Felt bad that Leo had such a short chapter... So he appeared in El's. Okay, Carter is from the 80's cartoon, he kind of pisses me off. He said he 'taught himself' how to be a ninja... It takes like, fifteen years to fully learn Ninjitsu from a practitioner, how the hell would he teach himself how to be a ninja?

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