Chapter 2: Rest…
Patience was never his strong point, and no mater how many times his brothers and his own father would tell him otherwise he could never get the hang of actually calming down willingly.
Raph moved his sais in circular motions, just waiting for his brothers to come along, he figured that he could be punching the punching bag, but last time required him a full session with it, rather than to train.
A patience lesson per say. But he hated it with a burning passion that he swear if he could he would make patience a solid object and puncture it just so it could have air holes.
“What the shell is taking them so long?” He asked himself finally opting to put his sais in his brown belt and walking outside of the dojo.
In moments of reaching close to the door, it was finally Don who walked in.
“About time you showed up, where are the others?” He questioned crossing his arms in irritation.
“They’re coming, don’t worry Raph.” Don said walking over and grabbing his trusty bow staff.
And true to his word the other turtles came in, first Mikey then Leonardo.
Finally some action!
“Alright, Raph you train with Mikey. I’ll train with Donnie, is that alright?” The leader asked facing the red banded turtle.
At this point Raph didn’t care, he just wanted something to do.
He casted his attention to Mikey, the other turtle looked a little unfocused and Raph quickly bopped him in the head.
“Ow!” He yelped looking up at the emerald colored turtle. “What was that for?”
“To get your head out of you shell, let’s go.” Raph stated asking his position and preparing to attack.
Mikey quickly did the same and soon his nunchucks were orange circles ready to be used in battle.
And then in seconds, Mikey found himself on the floor.
“Wha-”
“Come on, don’t tell me you’re tired.” Raph imposed waiting across from him.
Master Splinter entered inside and Mikey quickly got up from the ground.
Again.
This time Mikey did last a little longer, as the older turtle quickly went in for a strike, Mikey jumped backwards in the nick of time, but it wasn’t the only thing that the hotheaded turtle did as he crouched down and did a quick low sweep.
And again the turtle fell on his rear end before anything.
Raph gritted his teeth, is he kidding. “I swear I’m going to break all of your movies if you don’t get ass together!”
Mikey glanced up seeing Raph’s acid green eyes in shock. “Woah! Calm down!” He said pushing himself up.
“I’m going I promise.” The youngest said, hoping that it was not a real threat to his precious movies at all.
And sure enough he focused a bit more, quickly avoiding Raph’s swipes and punches aimed at him, Mikey used his speed as his friend to avoid the emerald turtle, at times his shell would get grazed from Raph’s sais, and at one point getting hit in the face.
But that was nothing to him.
Mikey quickly did a perfect flip over his brother, and quickly used that moment to kick Raph on the shell.
In that second, Raph didn’t expect it he had been pushed forward, however the wall was near so he used that to somewhat prevent his fall.
A tick mark appeared over his head and he rushed in to tackle Mikey in.
He jumped forward and used the strength of his legs, and grabbed Mikey’s around the waist and pushed him across the room and down to the floor.
Neither one of the turtles had expected it, and somehow both the orange and red turtles had been caught near Leo’s and Don’s match. While they were on the struggling on the floor Leo had not sensed his younger brothers in time, and just before he was about to back flip away from Don due to his expertise in long range. Leo's heel had caught along one his brother's carapace and had ended up tumbling back over the mounds of his brothers.
He yelped and fell shell first.
That was the catalyst that stop their training.
With the exception of Don all the turtles had to peel themselves off the floor. Raph was the first to get up.
“What the shell is goin’ on?!” Raph questioned facing Mikey who brushed his plastron of any dust.
“What do you mean?” Donnie intervened, but he was met with a green glare.
“I’m talking about 'little unfocused' here.” He casted his gaze back at the youngest one.
Mikey stared at the hothead in surprise. “I don’t know what you’re talk-”
“Cut the crap Mikey.” Raph interrupted with a glare. “You know more than anyone that you don’t fight like that!”
Mikey felt everyone’s gaze on him now. “Look I-”
“Calm down Raphael.” The soft voice of their master came in.
The teenage turtle had to force himself to remain still knowing that he could not say a single word to his own father.
“I believe we should consider a break for now.” The master said seeing Leonardo for a moment, he nodded and placed his duo ninjakens back into their sheaths.
Raph tighten his flexible beak together and placed his sais back inside his belt for a moment, he needed to blow some steam off anyways.
And his feet led him towards the punching bag.
The brothers watched the tempered brother leave and thus left the only thing that broke the silence was the bag swaying constantly when the furious turtle hit it with his two fists.
Practice had ended hours later.
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Raph saw Leo walk inside of Don’s lab when he sat down to look at the T.V, he didn’t care, fearless could do whatever he wanted right now, chances are he might be going in to ask Don to fix something.
If there was anything that really needed fixing with that ‘noble’ head of his.
Though he was in the middle of channel surfing until Master Splinter came into the room. The mutant rat barely reached into close range before finally asking.
“What happened my son?”
Raph lifted his head and bent it backwards over the couch's headrest to see his sensei. “What do ya mean?”
“Normally you do have some anger issues during training, but today you were a closed bottle waiting to explode.” The rat explained holding both his hands on the wooden staff.
“It’s nothin’ master, just the usual.” He said looking back at the TV which was apparently showing a sappy sop opera.
Figures…
“Why is that so hard to believe?” The aged mutant asked wisely, Raph didn’t have to turn over to see his father’s expression to know that he was waiting for an answer.
“Just that Mikey seems like he’s in la-la land again Sensei. Nothing else.” Raph stated with a slight grunt.
The master nodded in understanding and left his most enraged-prone son alone.
Raphael looked over his shoulder after sensing his father gone, and when he lifted his head over the headrest once more Raph saw him in a distance, most likely going to speak to his little brother.
*Whatever, s’not like it’s my problem anyways.* He thought to himself looking at the television screen once more.
He grabbed the remote and returned to his channel surfing.
