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 nineteen

After managing to break out of the lair and escape Doc's iron grip, El returned topside to the crumbly, destroyed remains of what was once his home; the building had been demolished, and now it was just an empty lot covered in garbage. After hanging around smoking for about five minutes, El got bored and whipped out his cellshell.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mike…." El awkwardly greeted.

"What the hell do you want? I'm trying to study for a report." Sometimes, El thought Mike was kidding about the whole attending online college thing.

"Can I have some money?" El asked.

"F-Y-F-O." Mikey snorted from the other end of the line and hung up.

El laughed and called Carter, telling him to meet him at the Hudson-River casino, where they tended to get the most 'clients'. Yes, Hudson-River Casino was the most concentrated cesspool of corruption to be found in all of New York, rivaled only by Jersey.

Once there, El hung around suspiciously in a shady corner; he grinned in satisfaction under his scarf when he saw all of the other sinners visibly tremble when they saw him and scurry out of his gaze. Ah gamblers were some of the most black-and-white characters out there.

"Yo El, good to see you're alive." Carter said , the posse not far behind him. El grunted and shook hands with a few of them, and was bombarded with questions that he did not understand because they were in Spanish.

El put a hand up to shut them the hell up "Okay, I have absolutely no idea what da hell ya guys are sayin', I'm pretty sure some 'a ya aren't even my same posse yo' just a bunch of Latino drunks who saw a group of Latino drunks and followed instinctively; but where I was? I was home, being practically mothered by my brotha'. And why? The Rat was mad cuz I beat the every last color 'a shit out 'a 'im, and he retaliated by shootin' meh."

One of his crew (El believed his name was Tito or something) said something in Spanish, grabbed his shoulder and turned him to a direction; El felt his blood drain when he saw a particular sinner playing pool with Sky Masterson.

"Ricky da Rat? That asshole had some nerve commin' here…." El growled and began to stomp over to him, but then he was stopped by Tito again.

"Mira, el loco(1)!" Tito said and pointed to a figure that dropped from the ceiling and was fast-approaching Ricky the Rat. El recognized him.

(1: Look, the crazy one!)

"Mike?" El said in shock, then hatefully narrowed his eyes "What da fuck is he….. Oh dat little shit, probably paid da Rat ta shoot me…" He muttered darkly. Luckily, since Mikey was clad in a ninja uniform, no one could tell he was turtle (but they didn't notce the ninja dropping from the ceiling…..?)

Mike tapped Ricky in the shoulder as the Rat pulled back the pool stick "Excuse me, but do you happen to be Ricky the Rat?"

"Yeah, what of it?" He grunted and hit the billiard-ball.

"This is just the CEO of the Oroku Saki enterprises here to tell you that all of your bank accounts have been permanently frozen, you've been banned from all of the casino's in New York and Jersey, your apartment has been re-possessed and all of your belongings besides whatever is on your person currently feeding a fire for the Dragon-Foot clan marshmallow roast."

Ricky the Rat dropped the pool stick…. And his jaw "B-But…. You bastard! Who the fuck do you think you are! You can't do this to me!"

"Actually, I can." Mikey cackled.

"But I will have nothing!" Ricky groveled.

Mikey got close to his face; his grin dropped behind his mask and his eyes narrowed "Maybe you should have thought about that before you shot my brother!" Mikey roared and suddenly decked the Rat clean in the stomach. The Rat keeled over in pain holding his stomach and Mikey took this chance to take out his nunchucks and clubbed Ricky over the head with them. When Ricky hit the floor, and Mikey listed his mask a little only to spit on him and taunt; "Bitch!" Mikey insulted gruffly.

"Your fucking messed up in the head! Just like your fucking brother! You're both ninja mental cases!" Ricky yelled.

Michaelangelo laughed "Ah ah; you'll find, Rickman; the different between me and El that while he would continue to beat you up, I would just settle on roughing you up a little bit, because I've already ruined your life. Let me tell you right now, after what I've done, it really sucks to be you!"

Ricky's face went pale.

"Just goes to show the pen is mightier than the sword…." Mike laughed again and disappeared into the shadows.

Carter and the posse were all staring at El in accusation. "Mikey is your brother? !" Carter gasped.

El's eyes were shifting, "Heh….. The Rats real name is Rickman?" He asked in an attempt to shift their attention.

Unfortunately, he could not get off the hook that easily.

"This makes no sense!" Carter ranted to El that night; they were at Carters place "If Mikey is your brother then why does he torment you on a weekly basis?"

"Carta', I have told you this ova' and ova' again; there were four of us ninja turtle brotha's, and when our rat fatha' died everything went to shit. Leonardo became a bartender at the Green Ninja, Donatello became a vigilante and Michaelangelo became a nutcase who enslaved our enemies."

Carter stared at him unbelievably "Do you even know how far-fetched that sounds?"

"You're talking to a turtle; you've been talking, boozing, gambling and being buddy-buddy with a turtle for years, and yet my story is somehow far-fetched?" El snorted.

"When were you planning on telling me this?" Carter demanded.

El shrugged "Well, whenever you found out in an inconvenient, unconventional way."

Carter rubbed his temples in frustration "So you were never going to say?"

"If your brothers were drunkard, or crazy, or running around in a ridiculous snow-suit, would you tell people?" El asked.

"I had brothers, and you sons of bitches have not been acting like brothers." Carter told him harshly "I mean, you really thought your brother paid Ricky to shoot you? El come on, he's crazy, but I don't think he's evil….."

"Look, as much as I love this conversation; I gotta get back home, because Doc, my brother whom I live with, is probably worried." El shot back and opened the window.

"Dude-!" Carter warned, but El jumped out anyways.

Carter shoved his head out the window and stared at El, who was splayed on the concrete with a dumb look on his face "The apartment was on the ground floor….."

And Rickman got his...

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