They were gorgeous. A blond, a brunette and a redhead. Beautiful women who found him just as attractive. (the contents of the rest of this must remain censored and private for the sake of the ratings)
The hissing and gurgling of one of Don's many inventions woke Raphael up from his amazing dream.
The turtle growled glancing over to the noisy machine in the corner. He would have ended its mechanical life hours ago, if only he knew that he wouldn't take out half the lair by doing it. How Donnie could possibly sleep among all this…stuff…was beyond him. He knew from many times experience that the sounds would end in about thirty seconds and leave him with another hour's peace and quiet.
Right on time, the noises ended and Raph closed his eyes ready to pick up his dream where he left off.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
The alarm clock suddenly went off causing Raph to jump about a foot in the air. With an angry groan he picked it up and hurled it against the far wall silencing it forever. At least he knew THAT wouldn't blow up. Well, he knew it now. He rubbed one hand over his eyes, cursing under his breath.
This day just started and it sucked already. One thing was certain, even if he had to sleep on the couch, he was NOT sleeping in Don's room tonight. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he sat up reluctantly. He glanced over at the clock that was shattered into three pieces. The face was intact at least, and it told him it was almost seven. He hoped it was right. Time to get up.
Stretching once, his gaze fell to the list he had tossed onto Don's nightstand. He had been so irritated that he hadn't even looked at it. If there was one good thing about this whole situation, it was that he didn't have to follow a list made by either Leo or Mike. He knew Mike had tried to con his way into making Leo clean his room and do his slave labor. He also knew that Leo had planned out Mike's day down to the very second. He wouldn't have been surprised if Leonardo had included, "go take a dump at noon" on his list.
With Don, he was hoping for some kind of leeway. He knew he'd given Don a lot of it. Raph got to his feet and crossed the room to retrieve the list. He read through it and realized it wasn't so much a list as it was a letter with a bunch of do's and don'ts.
Dear Raphael,
There are several things that I wished to accomplish for the day. However, some of them require quite a bit of engineering experience and electrical knowledge, so those things can be bypassed. But seeing as how I am supposed to include all that I wanted to do, these things are spelled out in red with a big red X through them. Please do not attempt them.
1: Change any burned out light bulbs in the lair.
2: Finish project number 164 (big red X through that one)
3: Check the tires on the Battle Shell. One may be going flat.
4: Check on project 165 (big red X through that one too) 5: Research theory on new lair security system.
Raph sighed. "Boring. No red X through the security system thing . Might be worth looking into. Screw the research though." He tossed the list on the bed and headed out of the room.
"Hey Raphie boy," Mike said with a grin coming up beside him. "I was just comin' to wake you up. Don't want to be late for practice. Uh uh. Be real irresponsible of me if I let that happen."
Raphael bit back his usual reply to his cheerful brother and just mumbled something of an agreement. During his private talk with Splinter, his sensei insisted that in exchange for Donatello having to do some of his punishment chores, Raphael had to tone down his attitude for the day. At the time it seemed like a fair exchange, but now, realizing that Mike intended to play this leader thing to the hilt, he wasn't so sure.
Mike's grin increased. "M'gonna go wake Leo up. Pay back's a bitch huh? For all the mornings he woke me. Think I'm gonna tip the mattress over. OH! Or maybe a horn or something?"
"Whatever, Mike," Raph muttered. Splinter didn't say he had to be Mr Personality, especially not first thing in the morning. He turned briefly to watch his brother practically skip down toward his room and blinked in surprise. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Written in big red marker across Mike's shell were the words…
Fuck Off, Raphael.
Raph blinked again staring at the words. "What the…?"
"Pretty good huh?"
Raphael turned to see Donatello with a huge grin on his face. Raph studied his brother. "I said to tell MIKE that."
Don smiled. "Yeh I know. And actually I had considered it. But, you know me. I never do what anyone tells me. In fact, I do the complete opposite. For the sheer hell of it, of course."
A slight smile crossed Raph's face. "Yeh…of course."
Don returned the smile and headed off toward the dojo leaving his brother a little surprised, but very amused. Raph shook his head. Of all his brothers, he got along with Don the most when they were kids. Mainly because Don didn't make it his life's work to annoy him like Leo and Mike did.
He headed off to the bathroom to get ready for his day as the resident genius.
Mike opened the door to his bedroom very quietly. Not even a creaking sound could be heard. He knew that Leo was a light sleeper, but he wanted the "honor" of being the one to wake his brother up. He debated the best way to do it. Over the years, Leo had found many creative ways to get him out of bed. Mainly because after several uses, Mike became immune to Leo's ways and could sleep through them. Now, his brother was bundled up in the blankets so comfy and cozy, that he could barely see him.
Poor Leo had no immunities. And the torture that he had to suffer was only limited by Mike's imagination. He crept quietly into the room on ninja feet. He had a small bugle, a toy really, in his hands. Getting as close to the bed as he possibly could, he blew out his own version of reveille. He watched the bed in anticipation and frowned when no turtle jumped ten feet into the air.
How dare Leo ruin his fun by sleeping through the horn. He reached down to grip the mattress, intending on tipping it. However as soon as his hand grabbed the side, a black hand shot out with a firm grip onto Mike's wrist. The covers were thrown back to reveal a hideous and blood dripping face.
Mike screamed pulling his hand away and jumping back.
The hideous face laughed and the gloved hand pulled away the mask, leaving only a chuckling turtle.
Mike's eyes widened at his older brother. "LEO!"
Leonardo tossed the mask aside and jumped to his feet. "Come on Fearless Leader. Can't be late for practice."
