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….

Authors Note: Guess who got a new battery? This guy! Since it's been like, months, I decided that since the time I last updated till now, that's how long the time skip in the fanfic days is. So instead of day twenty-eight, its ninety since it's been sixty-two days.

Day Ninety

Dear Computer Journal which is not a diary at all,

Donatello here again, my names seems so strange now that I'm so used to being called Doc…

The last few months have been uneventful for my brothers and I; I guess the first month was so crazy because we were adjusting to the cruse that bind us to each others pain. We're so used to it now that it hardly catches us off guard.

In the past two months there hasn't been more pain than the regular aches and pains. In fact, I can guess who's pain I'm getting most of the time since we all have our own routines. Muscle sores and cramps are usually from Mikey since he actually trains a lot The feeling of a split lip, or torn fists come from El who is constantly getting into fights or beating up on people who owe him money. Speaking of which, I don't see why El should beat people up for money when he owes me five-hundred-and-thirty-seven-dollars-and-fifty-two cents yet I am not permitted to beat the green out of him. Leo however has the most random pain, having to take care of Cody and Shadow makes it to where he can get into any number of child-related instances, although the most recurring pain from him is a chronic back-ache from lying down on a couch all day.

I'll admit my pain is most intense; I fight all night, and when I'm not fighting on the streets or falling off of buildings (damned this snow-suit) I'm training Renet and she's so clumsy with a weapon she'll hit me constantly by accident, and once every other month I drink myself near alcohol poisoning and have a very severe hangover. So I guess my brothers are kind of ticked at me for that,

Not much has happened in two months… El's adjusted to living back in the Lair and he and Renet get along well, although Renet has gotten into the habit of throwing things at El every time he swears. Doesn't matter what it is – wadded up paper, mugs, spoons, books, bricks, this one time even a full fishbowl (She owes me five goldfish by the way).n El completely healed from being shot, and I hear Ricky the Rat isn't going to mess with us anymore.

Leo's sobered up and taken to spending more time with us, although I'm still quite angry with him. It sounds harsh I know but come on…. He abandoned us for four years after exiling Mikey thus driving him insane. And as soon as Ancient One puts a curse on us is when our so-called Fearless Leader decided to suck-up to us. Asshole.

Sometimes I think I really am the only one on good terms with Mikey. He's steadily gone more and more insane, and he really hates Leo; hates him because he's really of afraid of him now. Why? I am not sure. He hasn't shown fear for Leo in the past four years but all of sudden he can't stand so much as a mention of him. Mikey and El maintain a love-hate relationship, they act friendly and shit when they're at the Green Ninja, or during Sunday breakfast. However, other times El bluntly and clearly expresses a disdain for Mike when he pulls over-the-top pranks on him and his posse.

I'm actually very worried about Mikey; I suspect there really is something wrong with him. I think he is psychologically suffering from actual insanity and tries to raze it down by pulling such extravagant pranks. When I try to talk to him about, he gets points out all of the cracks in the walls.

Speaking of Mikey, Angel tells me she is in love with him; I'm uh…. Happy for them, I suppose, but in retrospect it is seriously unnatural. No matter how human we seem, we aren't human, we're turtles… Turtles don't date humans, and humans definitely don't fall head-over-heels in love with an insane tyrannical turtle.

But I guess that's too logical of an opinion.

Ah hem, I'm glad El moved back into the Lair, I really am; I mean, now I'm not the only being driven up the wall by Renet. But at the same time, he drives me nuts. He drinks to much, he messes up the Lair and refuses to clean it, his posse made the Lair reek of hot sauce for a week (don't ask), he breaks things and he's a total asshole!

I'm not going to sugar-coat it; Raphael "El" Splinterson is no doubt the most depraved, violent, thick-skulled, drunk, assholish(don't care if it's a word or not ) turtle-jerk I have ever had the displeasure to meet.

I'm so glad I'm writing this in the safety of Google Documents, if El were to read this he would probably smash my face into the keyboarvhbjddsbgvh,ghfj

Day Ninety-one

"So you broke his keyboard, and bent his beak because he was calling you names on his Journal?" Leo gasped from the other line.

"Yeah," El said into the shellcell "Doc was so pissed. But he wanted me to do it!"

"I don't think he knew you were behind him at the time." Leo snorted, El could imagine him putting a hand on his hip.

"He had it coming! And it was a dick move to kick me out of the Lair for a week! You know what, he's the asshole, he's the most -"

"Sometimes I think you only call to bitch at me." Leo cut him off from a would-be rant. "You really should learn to stop taking things so seriously."

"One word Leo: Exodus(1)!"

"Oh! You can go straight to hell!"

CLICK!

El put the shellcell away; he and Leo talked everyday over the phone, mostly to bitch at each other, but it kept them close even if they cussed each other out at least once. Obcenities only showed that they cared…. Or something like that.

"Carter!" He called.

"I'm right next to you, ya know!" Carter snapped and rubbed his ears.

"Let's take some shots, compadres."

The non-English speaking members of the posse cheered. Sometimes, El wondered if they just pretended to not know English so they could talk smack about him behind his shell, but whatever. A day would come when he would learn Spanish without their knowledge, and rant them out.

Until then, the very thought would keep a smirk on his face.

Day Ninety-Two

And Leonard screamed in a high, hair-raising horrible scream, blood pouring the life out of his body and surrounding him in a puddle –

"What the hell?!" Mike gasped; where had that sentence come from? He was supposed to be typing an essay on American congress, not the death of his eldest brother! He violently pushed the monitor away and rest his restless head in his hands "What is wrong with me!"

"Michaelangelo…" A voice coming from nowhere but sounding like it was coming from everywhere called; Mikey tensed up. No! It was back!

Mike shut his eyes and squeezed his head "Not again! Go away! Go away! Go away!"

"Don't be shy now…" It seemed to be moving "I thought you liked to play."

"Not your sick games, you bastard!" Mike growled, his eyes stayed firmly closed.

"What's wrong? Can't face your own insanity?"

"I'M NOT CRAZY!" Michaelangelo shouted and his eyes opened; he glared to the dark figure in the corner, it's eyes glowed a satanic red.

"Live in denial all you want." It sneered "But tell me, how do you think your family would react if they knew all of what you have done?"

Mikey stiffened.

"If they knew about all of those Dragon-Foot ninjas that you killed in a fit a rage, or those corporate suits who rubbed you the wrong way…"

"Shut up!" Mikey snapped.

"Oooh, did I touch a nerve?" It laughed and strode across the room; Mikey's eyes following it "Let's face it, Michaelangelo; you have no sanity left, you're a monster."

He was feel silent that time.

It continued "You knew you had a problem, you knew it, you knew you were losing your mind, but you ignored it. And now you pay for it."

"Shut up! Leave me alone!" Mikey shouted; this recurring shadow… It kept coming, visiting him only to torment him.

"Isn't it painful?" The shadow cooed "All of your thoughts – mixed up, it hurts to think about right and wrong, and no matter how much you try to do right, you'll always make the wrong choice. Your on a path to destruction."

"Your point!" Mike spat.

"Your brothers can't understand." It summarized "They'll find out the truth eventually. Their heroes, once they see a villain like you they must, by nature, destroy you."

The fully-masked ninja felt as if all of the blood circulating through his body drained out all at once. "What? They wouldn't! Their my brothers!"

"Are they?" The shadow inquired "Your eldest brother exiled you from the family, scarred your face and left you for dead in the rain. Your brother in the scarf curses your very name. And your brother dressed up for skiing ignored the signs of your insanity. You're not part of their family, and they're not part of yours. You are animals, and this survival. If you want to survive…"

It paused.

".. You have to elimate the threat…"

"SHUT UP!" He roared and punched it.

"Sir!" The voice of his bubbly secretary Melissa gasped; he snapped his head to the doorway and saw here standing there, she had dropped a box and donuts had spilled to the floor. "Why the hell are you assaulting a dart board?"

The turtle blinked once before craning his head to see where his fist had landed, he really had punched a dart-board! Right on the bulls-eyes! Why the hell did he even have a dart-board in his office? !

"Uhh…." Mikey quickly thought up something to say "Melissa, go clean up the boardroom!"

"But sir that's not in my job descrip-!"

"DO IT OR YOUR FIRED!"

Melissa immediately ran off; Mikey sat back on his office chair and cradeled his head in his hand. That figure that no one but him could see or hear... It scared him, not because it was a shadowy figure that came from no where because truthfully that was nothing compared to some things he'd seen in his day, but it was it's voice. Its voice... The way it sounded... It sounded just like the Shredder.

(1) There goes the fourth wall...

Its a weak chapter, but I'm rusty right now hopefully the next chapter will be better. Yeah Mikey's in the deep end now, let me say right now that in earlier chapters he was just in the minor, more comedic stages of insanity. Now he's got some serious shit.

Peace out!