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Keywords males 27742, rat 10221, tmnt 6953, teenage mutant ninja turtles 4668, raphael 3756, leonardo 3412, turtles 3167, donatello 2874, turtlecest 2350, michelangelo 2289, tcest 1818, ninja turtles 1046, affection 629, splinter 621, mischief 554, fishing 460, tmnt2003 373, injury 354, innuendo 201, tmnt2k3 48, don/mikey 44, drabble 27, tots 20, bickering 5
Boys Will Be Boys

Of all the things on Master Splinter's face at the moment, his frown was probably the most prominent.

Two of his tween boys were safely at home, each studying the assignments given to them by their Father.  One had tackled his work with a sense of duty, the other because he truly enjoyed learning.

However, two chairs at the study table were empty; two books closed and awaiting the students who had been assigned to them.  When their Father had asked about his errant children, the two most responsible youngsters had disavowed any knowledge as to their whereabouts.

Master Splinter immediately went out into the sewer tunnels in search of his brightly banded sons.  He didn't think Raphael and Michelangelo were purposely avoiding their school work; although neither of them was enthusiastic about it, he was sure they had merely lost track of time.

That thought added speed to his feet.  His children had been told repeatedly not to wander far from their home; it was far too dangerous for them as the odds for their being seen increased the further away they traveled.  Being youthful mutated turtles and ninja's in training made the two youngest boys slightly reckless.

Their Father knew that they were also bored.  It was a time in their lives when they wanted a certain amount of independence and freedom and Master Splinter felt badly for them; they would never get to have a normal existence.

Empathizing with them and allowing them to disobey him were two different things.  Master Splinter's nose lifted at a tunnel junction and he caught their scent, following it until he heard the sounds of giggling and muted whispers.

Rounding a bend in the tunnel on silent feet, Master Splinter stopped to watch what his sons were doing.  Beneath a grate in the sidewalk, Michelangelo was seated on Raphael's shoulders, one arm extended so that he could poke something through the opening.

Michelangelo's arm moved slightly and he clapped his free hand over his mouth to mute the snickering that he was unable to contain.  Raphael was biting his lower lip in what appeared to be an attempt to refrain from laughing as well.

Suddenly Michelangelo yanked his arm down and nimbly leaped from Raphael's shoulders.  Both boys threw themselves back against the shadowed tunnel walls as a voice from above yelled down at them, ``Where are you, you little shit!  Don't think I can't see you!''

Unable to contain their laughter, Michelangelo and Raphael spun away from the grate and ran down the tunnel.  When Master Splinter stepped out in front of them, both skid to a stop so quickly that they fell on their rears.

``M . . . Master Splinter!'' Raphael spluttered, recovering his voice first.

Michelangelo's grin was sheepish.  ``Hi Father,'' he said in what he hoped was a disarming lilt.

Clutched in his hand was a twenty dollar bill.

With lightning speed, Master Splinter snatched the money from his youngest son and held it between two fingers, his eyes narrowed at the boys.  Michelangelo bit off his groan of protest when he saw the look on his Father's face.

``This is my payment for the time I had to spend in searching for you,'' Master Splinter told them in an ominously deep voice.  ``Your punishment for missing class is that you will both write an essay on the dangers of `grate fishing' and you will likewise be assigned an extra hour of mathematics.''

His children looked at each other with fallen expressions and got to their feet.

``Geez Master Splinter, we were just having a little fun,'' Raphael protested.

Turning to lead the way home and to hide the pained expression on his face, Master Splinter said, ``I understand that better than you may think, my son.''

Bare Feet

``You know what?  Sometimes it sucks to be barefoot all of the time,'' Mikey announced, trying not to let anything other than the tips of his toes touch the ground.

Don was supporting most of his weight as they made their way back to the lair.  Mikey had refused Don's offer to carry him because he knew they would meet up with Raph and Leo somewhere along the way and he didn't want to be teased by his red banded brother.

``I wish you'd swallow your pride and let me carry you,'' Don said, almost as though reading Mikey's thoughts.  ``You are going to shove that glass further into your feet and make it that much harder for me to dig it out.  You know I can handle your weight.''

``Yeah I do, Donny,'' Mikey said.

He did know it; Don could carry him, the forty pound duffel he always hauled around, and any number of other things if need be.  Not letting Don toss him over a shoulder was not just about pride though.

``If you make this bad enough for me to have to surgically remove the glass, you're going to be laid up for a while,'' Don warned.

``And if Leo sees you carrying me, he's gonna make it damn hard for the two of us to go anyplace alone,'' Mikey pointed out.  ``It's bad enough he thinks you're easily distracted and that I'm a goof off.  My having to be carried home would just prove his point.''

Don made an exasperated noise in his throat.  ``What we just went through could very easily have happened to Raph and Leo.  Going to the junkyard for the things we need is a necessity, Mikey.  It just so happened that the Foot picked tonight to stake out our hunting grounds.  We taught them a lesson and we got away.''

Mikey grimaced.  ``It would have been better if we'd gotten away without either of us getting hurt.  I think they broke that stack of glass doors on purpose.''

``Of course they did,'' Don said.  ``That mad scramble of yours over the pile of windows and doors was a brilliant maneuver, but it reminded them that we don't wear any shoes.''

``I wasn't trying to be brilliant,'' Mikey admitted, ``I was trying to pull their attention off of you.''

Don stopped suddenly and made Mikey sit down.  Squatting next to him, Don asked, ``You did what?''

Mikey looked up at him, his blue eyes wide.  ``They were almost on top of your hiding place, Donny.  If I hadn't broken cover and distracted them, they would have captured you.  Or worse.''

``Mikey.''  Don cupped his brother's cheek and leaned down to touch his forehead to Mikey's.  ``You are not a goof off.  Leo doesn't really think that and I know I don't.  In fact, I always feel extraordinarily safe when you're around.''

``You do?'' Mikey whispered.

``I actually do, you know.  For sheer skill and wit, I'd match you against either of our brothers any day.  So let Leo make noises; it helps him get past his anxiety, and Raph's bluster helps mask his fear.  No one is going to stop us from going out together when we want to,'' Don told him.

``Okay,'' Mikey smiled and struggled to his feet.  ``You know, you were pretty wicked with that rear attack once the Foot turned their backs on you.''

Don grinned.  ``Wait until we get home and I've taken care of your bare feet.  I'll show you another really wicked rear attack.''

Judgment

Both Raph and Mikey simultaneously reached for the last burrito.  Their hands gripped opposite ends at the exact same moment.  The glares they shot across the table at one another were matching.

``The last one's mine, Mikey,'' Raph growled.

``I don't see your name on it,'' Mikey shot back.

Neither relented though they didn't begin tugging on the food.  Completely destroying the burrito would have been counterproductive, not to mention the fact that Master Splinter really disliked having them fight over a meal.

``You were the first one to the table.  You've had your share,'' Raph said.

``I was the first because I cooked the burritos,'' Mikey said.  ``And for your information, I didn't start eating until after you guys because I had the second batch to finish.''

``Next you're gonna tell me ya' didn't taste anything while ya' was cooking it,'' Raph sneered.

``For your information, I did not,'' Mikey snapped.  ``This last one should be mine out of consideration for me cooking in the first place.''

``Ya' cooked `cause it was your turn,'' Raph pointed out.  ``It wasn't like ya' was doin' us any favors.''

``Fine,'' Mikey said with a huff.  ``Let's do rock, paper, scissors for it.''

Raph leaned forward.  ``Uh, uh.  No way.  Ya' always cheat at rock, paper, scissors.''

``How does someone cheat at rock, paper, scissors?'' Mikey asked in exasperation.  ``It's not my fault you're totally predictable.''

Raph set the elbow of his free hand on the table without relinquishing his hold on the burrito.

``We'll arm wrestle for it,'' Raph said with a smirk.

Mikey lifted an eye ridge.  ``Are you nuts?  What would ever make you think I'd fall for that?''

``Chicken shit,'' Raph said.  ``Ya' afraid of a little manly competition?''

``I'm equal parts brain and brawn,'' Mikey said.  ``All of your brains sank into your arms a long time ago.  Pick something that's more fair.''

``Guys,'' Leo hazarded, ``perhaps you should . . . .''

``Stay out of this, Fearless,'' Raph interrupted.  ``How about we lift our hands off, count to three, and the first one to touch it gets the burrito.''

``Okay,'' Mikey said.  ``You let go first.''

Raph laughed humorlessly.  ``Ri~ght.  I still got plenty of brains little brother.  Ya' let go first.''

``Let's count to three and both let go,'' Mikey said.

``No way,'' Raph said, shaking his head.  ``You'll grab it and stuff it in that big mouth of yours as soon as I take my hand off of it.''

``That's exactly what you were gonna do,'' Mikey said.

Raph shifted in his chair.  ``I'll stay like this all night if I have ta,'' he said stubbornly.

``Be my guest,'' Mikey said, likewise finding a more comfortable position.  ``I can sit up longer than you any day.''

Don covered his mouth to hide a smile.  The fight over that stupid burrito was fast falling into the realm of ridiculous.

``It'll be a cold day in hell before ya' beat me at anything,'' Raph said.

``I whip your butt all the time,'' Mikey sneered.  ``I don't mind doing it again.''

Before Raph had a chance to respond, a flash of cold steel swept through the air between their hands and neatly sliced the burrito in half.

Mouths open in astonishment, Don, Mikey and Raph all turned to look at Leo, who was sheathing his katana.

``The fucking hell!'' Raph exclaimed.

``Thanks for leaving my fingers,'' Mikey croaked.

``Leo, what were you thinking?'' Don asked.

Leonardo rubbed his forehead.  ``They were giving me a headache,'' he said.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Snapshots of Time IV
Last in pool
Disclaimer: The TMNT are not mine. No money being made.
Word Count: 1,821 OT4 TCest Drabble sets
Rated: PG-13
Summary:  Momentary glimpses of life, captured and placed into an album.
Preview art by the multi-talented
MomoRawrr
MomoRawrr


Keywords
males 27,742, rat 10,221, tmnt 6,953, teenage mutant ninja turtles 4,668, raphael 3,756, leonardo 3,412, turtles 3,167, donatello 2,874, turtlecest 2,350, michelangelo 2,289, tcest 1,818, ninja turtles 1,046, affection 629, splinter 621, mischief 554, fishing 460, tmnt2003 373, injury 354, innuendo 201, tmnt2k3 48, don/mikey 44, drabble 27, tots 20, bickering 5
Details
Type: Writing - Document
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NeiNing
1 month, 1 week ago
1. Awwwhh, this made me feel so bad for Splinter, especially the end. It's not always easy to be a parent :(
2. Awwh Mikey really loved and cares about Donnie! <3 But he really should / had let Donnie carry him - in bridal style that is! :D
3. Way to go Leo! That was the right thing to do. Plus Raph and Mikey REALLY need to learn to share :D
hummerhouse
1 month, 1 week ago
When a parent tells their child during punishment that "this will hurt me as much as it hurts you" they are being very literal, though their child might not believe it so. I can only imagine what Master Splinter had to go through raising his four sons.
If not for Raph and Leo seeing them, Mikey would have let Don carry him - and he would have enjoyed it too! ;)
Chances are that if Raph and Mikey weren't so busy bickering they might have themselves thought to just split the burrito. Competitiveness runs in that family. XD
NeiNing
1 month, 1 week ago
In my own personal life / childhood my parents never showed or told us punishing us hurt them. But then again we were easy kids and dad only needed to raise his voice and say "enough!" etc. and that was all. However, despite all this I still can feel Splinter's pain. I mean he loves his sons so much unconditionally <3

Mikey could had let Don carry him at least a little while towards home before security cameras (which would had shown them to Leo or Raph if they were staring monitors) or their home etc. Maybe next time ;)

Hahaha, if those two would had bother to stop and think for a moment xD Hopefully they learned from this tho! (I think it's wishful thinking since we know how greedy Mikey can be, refusing to share :'D)
AuthorOfTheInsane
1 month, 1 week ago
I love Leo's compromise at the end
hummerhouse
1 month ago
His brothers weren't too thrilled, but Leo did stop the argument. XD
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