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 two: Training run.

The next day, after a day full of different mild pains from each other, three of the turtles were surprised when hit with a barrage of other pains. Sudden pains all throughout the body – namely the upper body and their joints. Their joints felt stiff and hurt as if they were being stressed by too many movements and their upper bodies felt as though they were being struck there continually.

El was reaching for a cup from the cabinet for a glass of water when he buckled down in pain when agony struck him in the back of his leg. When he grabbed his leg his head turned to the side suddenly as if he had just been punched in the face.

Doc was reading a magazine when he dropped it out of nowhere and grabbed his throat, gasping for breath and a crushing pain still coursing through it as if someone had done a chopping motion at it.

Leo, was, as usual, asleep when his body jerked to the side and he grabbed his side, feeling as if he had just been kicked in his unprotected sides. He let out a pained groan when he felt another pain on the side of his ribs, this time the pain was so bad he wondered how they weren't broken….

Meanwhile….

"I can't believe you broke your ribs fighting the training bots." Angel said as she finished binding the bandages around Mikes chest, keeping his ribs in place for healing.

Mike made a face "Stockman-Stein improved the processing speed and installed an action-reaction algorithm to make them more of a challenge; but shell, I never thought robots could be good fighters." He winced "Now, about that cyborg plan…"

"For the last time Mikey, Stockman-Stein and Chaplin refused to genetically engineer a cyborg; they said it was impossible to just create one, you need to put machines into a living person."

"Blasphemy!" Mikey said in defense and crossed his arms with a pout. Angel smiled slightly and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you want to believe, dude."

Day three:

"This is torment!" Mike moaned, holding an ice pack to his head. He swallowed yet another ibuprofen tablet, but it would not cure the killer throbbing in his head.

"Mikey, if you take any more pills you're going to have a seizure." Angel said and rolled her eyes "Besides, if it's Leo with the hang-over, I don't think the pills would help unless you shoved them down his throat."

"I've looked into it." Mikey responded and grabbed the bottle of pills, along with a blow-pipe normally used for darts and loaded it with pills.

"Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?" Angel asked suspiciously "I mean, isn't that dangerous."

There was a dangerous look in Mikes eyes; after suffering a killer hang-over every single freaking morning when he hadn't even drank in the first place, it was driving him slightly more insane than he already was. "Son of a bitch should be glad these don't come in suppository form." He growled dangerously.

Angel still burst out laughing.

That night…

"How did it go?" Angel asked and looked up from her magazine (by the way, they're in Mikey's office).

"Shut up." Mike said and sat in his chair, than banged his head on the desk repeatedly.

"That bad?" Angel asked with a raised brow.

"Even if Leo isn't a ninja anymore, he's still a ninja." Mike groaned, hitting his head against the desk again "Every time I shot at him, he deflected with a glass without even realizing it! And he was drunk! It's almost a shame he retired the ol' katana….. Almost…"

"Almost?" Angel inquired.

"Would you put swords in a drunk turtles hand?" Mikey shot back – he let out another moan of hangover agony and slammed his head against the hard, smooth wood of the desk once more.

"Slamming your head on the desk won't help." Angel said and got up "Here sit back and I'll help."

"A shinobi specializing in nerve strikes couldn't help me." Mikey moaned and reluctantly sat back "But be my guest." Angel rubbed the side of his head for a moment and the pain magically went away. "Whoa," Mike said and turned back, eyes wide in amazement "are you a shinobi in disguise?" He asked with a wide smile of gratitude.

Without warning Angel's lips were against his. And almost as soon as they were there, they were gone; he looked at Angel with surprise; her face blossomed a bright red with embarrassment. And if his face could, it would have brightened in color too.

Angel was silent for a while, before she sputtered unintelligible, broken words, then she was silent again. Mikey was too shocked to say anything, so he sputtered a few broken words himself, and finally they both shut up for about five minutes.

After five minutes of staring at each other, Angel shyly managed a sentence "That… Uh… That was uh…. I'm going to run away now." True to form, she ran away.

"Angel, wait!" Mikey called and gave chase; 'Wow, she's pretty fast.' Mike thought and increased his speed; he caught up in no time and stopped Angel in her traps abruptly with a non-rough choke hold from behind. Angel squirmed and tried to break out, but it was fruitless "Calm down! Damn!" Mike yelped and tightened his grip slightly.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" Angel shouted and kept squirming "I ju-just really like you, an-and please don't kill me -!" She tried to beg, but was cut off.

Mikey made Angel turn around; he grabbed her shoulders and kissed her full-force.

Day four

"Doc, you're being over-dramatic." El said as he walked into Doc's kitchen.

"I'm going to do it! I swear I will!" Doc threatened/raved, tightening the noose around his neck. He was standing on a dangerously wobbly stool with a noose around his neck, the other end of the rope was attached to a sewer pipe.

"Doc, come on, da suicide-note thing was pretty bogus." El said and pointed at the piece of paper in his hand "How the hell am I supposed to read this shit anyways? I don't know how to read Bionary code!" He waved the piece of paper with the treacherous lines of ones and zeroes in seemingly random order.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Renet said; she was at the kitchen table eating cornflakes, she would do something, but she wanted to see if Doc really was going to lynch himself; breakfast and a show. "If it's like, in nerd-code, than how did you know it was a suicide note."

"Doc labels everything." El pointed at the heading in the back that said 'Suicide Note'.

"I can't take it anymore!" Doc wailed "Leo's constant boozing is giving me hang-overs every morning! Mikes training makes me sore! And…. And you really should stop playing chicken!" El looked between his fingers and looked at the scabby burns; he won this round of chicken, but he could tell that Carter would probably come up with something more painful next time, maybe lit matches between all fingers and toes too.

"Oh, and ya all-night hero act don't bug da rest of us?" El shot back and took out his sai's "How many times do ya have to twist ya damn ankle?"

"Shut up!" Doc said, and he toppled to the ground when El threw one of his sai at the rope, making it snap and unbalancing Doc in the process.

"Thanks Raph." Renet thanked.

"It's El now." El snapped "But ya welcome. Doc, you should really stop eatin' a bowl of Em-O's cereal in the mornin'."

"Fuck you." Doc said and sulked off into a corner, nursing his aching head and wounded ego.

"Why doesn't the hang-over bug you, El?" Renet asked past a mouthful of cornflakes.

"I've had a hang-over so many times, it really doesn't bug me anymore." El shrugged.

Night five.

At dawn, it was once more closing time and Leo took out a couple of bottles and shot cups, ready to indulge himself and swig his sorrows in copious amounts of alcohol.

However, before he could take a shot, he head the exit door slam open; his ridged knitted together in confusion. His breath caught in his throat when he saw someone making his way towards him, someone he knew….

A tired-looking Mikey; in a orange sleeping robe, with an orange sleeping cap with a puffy ball at the top on his head, and an orange sleeping mask raised from his eyes onto his forehead. If Leonardo weren't do scared, he'd probably be laughing at something so cliché, if Mikey had hair he would probably have curlers too.

But Leo was indeed scared; it was finally happening, Mike was going to kill him, he was finally going to have his full revenge…. Leo shut his eyes, preparing for the worst, even if he talked he had no last words to say.

You can imagine his surprise when the bottle of jack was ripped right out of his grasp; he opened his eyes to see Mikey holding the bottle. Without giving Leo so much as a look of acknowledgement, he threw the bottle onto the ground – the brown-colored alcohol pooled on the floor with icebergs of sharp, shattered glass poking out as well.

Finally, Mike looked at Leo. "Put down the fucking bottle! I want to wake up one morning without a damn hang-over!" He grumpily muttered before leaving like he was in his own kitchen instead of a night-club.

Leo was stunned; that was the first time in a long while that Mike had said something to him that wasn't a weird threat.

Day six

Later that day, while Leo was sleeping sober for the first time in years, El was once again in a gang-fight.

"You and ya boys had dis commin'!" J. Slackjaw shouted at El. A lead pipe in hands, and all of his posse behind him holding switch-blades. El had his trust sai's, while Carter and the rest of his posse had broken bottles, 2x4 planks of wood and bricks.

Tightening the black scarf around his head, El shouted back "I've been waitin' fo' a chance to straighten that crooked jaw 'a yours! Bring it on!"

As soon at the fight started, J. Slackjaw charged at El and did a mighty swig with his lead pipe, which made rough contact with the right side of El's scarf-hidden face, unfortunately, the scarf was very little to zilch protection. Spit, blood, and something else came flying out of El's chops.

"Fucking OWWW!"

"Yup, it's gone." April said to El as she examined his gums; his teeth were actually well taken care of, but besides El's cheekbones being slightly fractured, there was an empty space in his gums where a tooth was now missing.

El glared at the red-headed woman "I know it's missing!" He snapped, and brought out his bloodied tooth which he collected soon after the fight "Can you put it back in?"

April sighed "Teeth are not like seeds, El!" She snapped "And I'm not a dentist, I couldn't replace it…. You're just going to have to deal with having one of those pearly whites missing!"

"Hey…." Someone said from the couch; Doc and Leo were sitting there, holding their jaws, it was Doc who had spoken "Would you mind please giving him something to numb his mouth? This is worse than cavities!" April grabbed a cotton swab, covered one end with strange red gel and put it in El's mouth, which slowly numbed his mouth.

El groaned "I look like a Hockey player!"

"I think it's a good look, buddy." Casey laughed, which earned him a well-placed punch to the gut.

Sorry I haven't been updating... I've been busy playing Diablo 3, and I just graduated from middle school! Summer just started so I've been a little vit lazy... Sorry guys.

Hehe... Yup, Angel and Mike are kind of an 'item' now, I thought it would be a fun idea. Find out why in upcomming chapters.

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