Still don't own crap! Also, got a sneak peek of the new movie and loved it! I think still by far one of my favorite lines is:

"I dream about fighting every night."

"You have a rage problem."

"IT'S NOT A PROBLEM."

Aww poor Raphael, he does, he truly does but it's why we love the big red hothead. This is kind of turning into a bit of a series with Mikey and Raph. If you haven't figured out, they are my two favorites, because they are so polar opposite of one another but gah just love them. Also tried a new accent on Raph into the writing. Some cussing so ye be warned! Lol because why not. Anyhew, onto the story.

"Man, they will just recruit anyone nowadays. Where do they find these losers?" Michelangelo asked as he turned and did a sidekick to someone's face. The individual fell over instantly from the decisive blow to the head.

"Quit your yappin' and concentrate on de fight, Mikey." Raphael scolded. Worried, his younger brother was starting to lose focus during the battle like the youngest always seemed to do.

Maybe without words ever being expressed why they all watched out for the youngest turtle. Mikey really didn't want to fight. He wanted to play video games, read comics, and do what any average teenager would like to do. He only fought because his brothers fought. Most of the time, Michelangelo only joined because he didn't want to be left behind. Yet, his uncanny ability to outmaneuver and outfight everyone when he truly put his mind to it infuriated Raphael sometimes.

Raphael loved the feeling of punching and releasing all the anger and adrenaline that came with getting into these fights. Yet he had to make sure he didn't lose control, and by that, actually holding back his punches. Making sure that he was not putting so much strength in the punch he killed someone. To practice and practice to try and get his movement right, to get the attention of their father and the praises that he felt the other brothers got. No, all he got was scolded for being too angry all the time, for hitting his brothers too hard even when they were going over drills. He could do nothing right. Once again, his little brother wasn't even really engaging, and he was mocking the situation, joking around, not taking it seriously enough that at any moment, one of them could get seriously enjoyed by one of these idiots.

Michelangelo had turned, not looking at the Foot Soldier running towards him as he took in his older brother's comment. "I am concentrating, and this is how I fight, brah! Stop telling me what to do!"

Raphael took his eyes off what was in front of him, turning around and seeing the foot Soldier running towards Michelangelo. "Will yuh watch out behind yuh, knucklehead."

"You mean this!" Michelangelo responded by throwing his arm out, catching the Foot Soldier in the face, and then maneuvering quickly as someone with a sword tried to slash at him, which then Michelangelo tripped.

"Telling you, they are all right off the streets. Probably don't even have a belt in anything."

Raphael smirked and was about to comment when something in Michelangelo's eyes made him realize his mistake. He had been scolding his baby brother, but it was he who had lost concentration on his situational awareness. Raphael would never be able to explain to his other brothers how it all happened. For it was so fast and so quick it took even his brain a minute to process what he was looking at.

As Raphael had turned to try and survive being skewed by the angry Foot Soldier holding a long spear that had been yelling and charging towards like a lunatic, Michelangelo had dropped down in front of him, taking the full blow of the weapon. He tumbled backwards as the impact was so hard that Mikey drove back into him, and they both fell. Raphael got out from under his brother fairly quickly to see what damage had been done to his brother.

He could see the nasty blade had penetrated and cracked his baby brother's plastron. Blood was already starting to seep out of the wound, even though most of it was being held back by the blade sticking out of his brother's body. Everything was in slow motion for Raphael. He saw the blood slowly dripping onto the roof they were currently standing on. One drop. A second drop turned into a small river as it began to flow. The anger that was always building that Raphael was always trying to submerge deep within himself. To not allow him to lose control of his temper. To hold back his punches to not caught death but to have the honorable way. To be a good son and do what Leonardo would do or even Donatello, and to end the fight and take care of his baby brother was completely and utterly shattered. He knew why he was given the red bandana. His aura, his entire being, was red, and as he slowly looked up with fury coming out of every pour, a few of the Foot Soldiers took a few steps back, knowing they had made the ultimate mistake and signed their death warrant. They had messed with the wrong turtle, for Raphael saw nothing but red.

(A few minutes later)

Donatello and Leonardo came up on the scene and tried comprehending what they were looking at. It looked like something out of Michelangelo's horror films. Bodies were missing limbs; heads were gone on some and others; you couldn't even tell they were once human in the first place. Blood was splattered across Raphael's dark green skin. It was on his shell, on his plastron. As they got closer, they realized none was Raphael's blood but those of his enemies and their younger brother, Mikey. They could hear Raphael speaking to him as he gently rocked the younger brother in his arms.

"Why d'ja you do it Mikey, why would yuh do it? God dammit, I'm supposed tuh protectcha. Jesus, I'm so pissed atcha."

Mikey's voice was barely above a whisper, as though he didn't have much strength left even to muster a sentence, but he could still produce a few words, and it went without saying why Michelangelo would step in front of a spear and risk death. To all of them, they never had to say it or put it into words usually. But the youngest put it into four magical words that made all the difference in the world and why they would do what they would do for one another without even a slight hesitation.

"Because, you're my brother."

They watched as Raphael dropped his head onto the youngest's head as tears started to seep out of the second oldest turtle. It was then that the two other turtles could finally move forward. To assist both of their siblings and come together as they always did, as brothers.

The End

So, what did you think? Would love to hear from you if you want more of this? I debated about posting on here anymore honestly. I never come on this site anymore because of the crappy ass ads in the middle of stories, I just normally stay on AO3 now, seems that is where the fanbase is at nowadays. It's hard because this is where I started my stories on. Hmm…just thinking.