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….
Day one: A hangover to end all hangovers.
The next day, when the turtles woke up, it wasn't just morning that hit three of the brothers.
Since he worked the graveyard-shift, Leonardo was asleep. But we all knew that because of his notorious drinking problem, he was the source of the hangover. Because he was so used to it, he could just sleep right through a hangover no problem.
His brothers however….
In the sewers….
"Fucking shit! My fucking head! AHHH!"
CRASH!
"Doc, are you - ?"
"Shut the fuck up! Your voice is so fucking painful!"
In penthouse that formally belonged to Oroku Saki…..
"Oww…. Why does my head hurt? Fucking aaaahhhh…. Make it stop…"
"Mikey, are the voices talking to you again?"
In some abandoned Gas station….
Crash!
Bang!
Shatter!
"Geeze Raph, you act like you never had a hangover before."
"Shut up Carter! I didn't even drink last night!"
Riiinnnggg!
Agitated, Raph picked up his shell-cell and looked at the collar I.D. his amber eyes bugged out through the eye space provided by the scarf wrapped around his head when he saw the name on the screen; Mikey. He had always thought that Mike had tossed his shell cell a long time ago when he was kicked out of their family, after all when Leo went on a serious guilt-trip about it he had tried calling Mikey over a million times but the latter never answered, so they all assumed that Mike had gotten rid of it. Apparently, not.
Heart thudding, Raph pressed the talk button "Hello?" He said, uncertain.
A unmistakable voice blasted out of the shell cell and pounded against his eardrums "WHICH ONE OF YOU COCK-BREATH MOTHER-FUCKERS HAVE A FUCKING HANGOVER? !" Mike demanded through the other end of the line, Raph could tell he was in the same pain that plagued him.
"Huh?" Raph asked "Ya don' really think dat da Ancient One meant dat curse, do ya?"
"I fucking believe him now!" Mikey growled, annoyed "And since we aren't the source of the pain, we ourselves can't get rid of it, pills don't work shit! It only works on the source! Who the fuck drank last night? !"
Raph winced at the loudness. "I didn't." He answered; Oh god, Leo was screwed.
"Then who did?"
Raph didn't answer.
"….. It was Leo wasn't it?"
Raph still didn't answer.
"That's enough indication for me. Sounds like someone is getting a nice 'get well soon' telegram." Mike said with an insane giggle before he hung up.
"Oh god," Raph moaned and put his shell cell back into his jacket pocket "I can't believe Mike is pulling that shit again."
"What's the wacko doing now?" Carter asked with a grunt; hanging with Raph so much, he had been their when all Mikes 'antics' and 'pranks' hit.
"He's sending Leo a 'telegram'." Raph said with a sight shiver.
Carter shivered too, remembering the 'telegram' Mike had sent Raph for his birthday.
"I remember the one he sent you…. It was just evil." Carter recalled.
Knock Knock.
Leonardo opened his eyes a crack and put his reaper mask on – Shadow and Cody were at school so he was alone and he would have to answer the door this time.
Trudging over to the door, Leo had to put on hand on the wall to balance himself and keep from bumping into things because of his sluggish mind in results of the drinking. Leo opened the door.
At the other side of the door was a Dragon-Foot ninja wearing a nurses cap and pink scrubs over their ninja uniform, they were also holding a large cardboard sign with the picture of a teddy bear on it.
The Dragon-Foot ninja handed the 'card' to Leo "My master has a message," The Dragon-Foot ninja said and took out a note card. He cleared his throat and said "Roses are red, violets are not, I'm not very poetic, just put down the fucking bottle."
Then the Dragon-Foot ninja kicked him in the crotch.
And before Leo went down, the Dragon-Foot ninja took out a 'prop' glass bottle from the movies and crashed it over Leo's head.
Four very loud 'OOOWWWS!' from four different places, from four different turtles chorused through New York.
Today was going to be a long day...
Ring Ring!
"He - Hello?"
"Mike sent ya a 'telegram' didn't he?"
"Uh-huh."
"One of his goons ninja-kicked ya where da sun don' shine, didn't dey?"
"Uh huh."
"Ouch, I couldn't help but feel dat... But it ain't near as bad as da telegram that that lunatic sent me for mah birthday."
"...?"
"One of his Dragon-Foot ninja came with a card that said 'Congratsulations, you're a year closer to death'. And he also sent me a group of pole-dancing strippers."
"What's so bad about that?"
"They were male strippers."
Really enjoying the 'Mikey is crazy' thing. So he used to hear voices? Muahahaha...
Sorry for not updating, I was 'busy' playing Minecraft...
Read and review for more of Mikes craziness and the turtles slowly realizing what big asses they've been to each other.