Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else's.

Title: TMNT: Mafioso.

Rating: T

Pairings: April/Casey…. Cuz they're already together, and now; Mikey/Angel.

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 nine: Breakfast!

"Renet! Do not drink those!" Doc yelled and snatched the glass bottle of whiskey out of Renet's underaged fingers, he put it back into the cupboard and slammed it shut.

"Like, why?" Renet asked and crossed her arms.

"Because you're too young – it's adult drinks." He replied.

"I'm over two thousand years old!" Renet shot back.

"In the body and mentality of a fifteen-year-old." Doc muttered.

"Besides," El said as he poured milk into his cereal "if eitha' 'a ya's twos even touches ma booze, I'll club ya so hard ya might as well not be drunk." He said and brought out his sai's.

"Back at you!" Renet said and took out two bokken. El looked at her in confusion – why did Renet have wooden practice swords? Doc knew the question and told him.

"I'm training Renet in Ninjitsu."

"Ph," El said as Renet sat next to him at the table "please, dumb blondes can't be ninja's."

Renet responded by grabbing the back of El's head and dunking his head in his bowl of cereal, holding it there – his arms flailed around as he drowned in a plastic abyss of milk and cornflakes.

"Enough." Doc said to Renet with a roll of his eyes, he sprayed a pan with Pam (trademark) and put it on the heating stove.

Renet removed her hand and El's head shook back up – his face was wet with milk and pieces of cornflakes were stuck on his skin. He coughed and glared at Renet.

"You little - !" He didn't bother to finish, instead he made a half-ass threat "If ya do dat again, you'll regret it!"

"I don't know, I'm not regretting it now." Renet said and took a sip of her orange juice.

"Sup bitches ~" A new voice said as someone not so new came into the kitchen, two people actually. El's jaw dropped and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Morning Mike, morning Angel." Renet greeted as the two seated themselves, as if this were an everyday occurrence.

"Morning Renet, morning Doc." Mike and Angel greeted back in unison.

"Hey, what's up guys?" Doc droned in as he flipped one of the eggs.

"Nothing much." Mikey shrugged, smirking somewhat behind his full-face ninja mask.

"What…. Da….FUCK!" El suddenly roared, making everyone jump at the loudness of his voice.

"Hey El!" Doc yelled "You made me break the yolk! Now you are getting scrambled!"

"Forget ya fucking eggs!" El yelled back "Dere's a psychopath in ya kitchen!"

"How dare you talk about Angel that way!" Mike scoffed, earning him a half-hearted glare from Angel.

"I'm talking about you, ya mental patient!" El hissed, and brought out his sais "I'm gonna drive ya crazy ass out, ya psychopathic kidnapping bastard!" Call it over-kill, but he was still kind of mad about the thing with the dentist…

"I was trying to do something nice for you!"

"You kidnapped me! Get near me again and I'm kicking ya ass all da way to Arkham Asylum; where you belong!"

"EL!" Doc suddenly exclaimed as he put a breakfast plate in front of his red-masked brother in mention "Quit it! Mikey and Angel come over every Sunday for breakfast!"

"R-Really? So he isn't here ta kidnap us? Or super-glue rindstones onto our shells? Or tie us up in a chair in front of a back-to-back marathon of the twilight saga? Or -!"

"I get it, I do weird stuff to you guys!" Mike cut him off, glaring past the eyeholes of his ninja mask.

"Why don't me or Leo know 'bout dis?" El asked with a pointed glare as Doc gave everyone a plate and then seated himself.

"Maybe if you oh I don't know, visited home more often than when you want to borrow money or need a cure for a hang-over, you would have known." Mike replied, somewhat coldly.

Okay, that kind of stung.

El ignored the sudden guilty feeling, and just rolled his eyes "Great…. Eggs with a side of crazy." He muttered.

"You know you love me." Mike said and stuck a pose.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll slay a dragon and climb my way up the castle from ya long, flowing masktails and we'll live happily eva' afta'." El sarcastically proclaimed.

Angel got defensive and put a hand on Mikes shoulder "Back off, you ugly scarf-wearing drunk; I saw him first."

Silence….

Until….

"Is there, uh, something you would like to tell us, Mikey?" Doc broke in, taking a pretty awkward sip of his coffee.

"Me and Angel are dating." Mike bluntly answered.

Doc did a spit take.

"EWWW!" El exclaimed, taking turns between glaring at Doc and the interesting mixture of coffee and turtle saliva covering his chest and shoulders.

"Are you crazy? ! That's beastiality!" Doc yelled, slamming his fist onto the table for emphasis.

"I'm am not like El; I cannot be in an intimate relationship with my right hand!" Mikey stated; it took about a split second for it to sink in for El, who instantly became enraged.

"You bastard!" El growled and threw a glass of orange juice at Mike, who caught it neatly without spilling a drop; his three-linked nunchucks were out.

"You want to fight me, Raphie-boy?" Mikey mocked.

"You asked for it, runt!" El roared – he jumped onto the table and threw himself at Mikey, who grabbed El by the collar of his jacket and arched to throw El over him. El went flying into the living room. Mike turned and followed to continue the fight.

"Should…. Should we do something?" Angel asked.

Doc shook his head and cut his pancakes "Trust me, once they get their repressed anger out, they'll be fine."

"But won't they always be mad at each other?" Renet asked.

"That would be the difference between girls and boys right there." Doc answered "Guys tend not to hold grudges; El and Mike will be mad at each other during the fight, but they'll probably be buddy-buddy afterwards. And I know they aren't really trying to hurt each other, because I don't feel much pain right now."

"I guess Ryan was right when he said all duded were bros." Angel instigated.

Doc did another spit-take, this time Renet was the unfortunate victim of his cliches "What the shell will your family think when you tell them you're boyfriend is a mutant turtle three years older than you? !"

"Probably the same when I told them I was working for one; not well." Angel shrugged and continued to eat her plate as if nothing was going on.

Doc grabbed a shot cup from a cupboard and raided El's booze cabinet "I don't care how early it is, I need a drink." He muttered crazily as he poured himself a stiff one.

...What?

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