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This amazing preview image from Part 2 was created by @Sherenelle https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1106938 ", "writing": "\tThroughout his life Mikey usually got what he wanted through a combination of cajoling, whining, pleading, or pure dumb luck. Those weren’t tactics he could apply here.\n\n\tThese were uncharted waters; unknown land. Sort of like driving through the Gobi desert without a map.\n\n\tSated by a long, hot shower and the judicious use of his hand in relieving his sudden need, Mikey drifted into fanciful thought. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Mikey swiped his hand across the glass to clear the fog from it and stared at his image for a second time that morning.\n\n\tThe lightly colored, crescent shaped bruise on his collarbone that was reflected back at him had not changed or disappeared, as Mikey was half afraid it would. Even the fact that he’d just released didn’t stop the tingle in his groin as Mikey stared at the mark Raphael had left on him.\n\n\tWith a sigh, Mikey realized he couldn’t parade around the lair with that particular bruise showing, as much as he’d like to. He still didn’t know Raph’s motivation for biting him. If it had been anyone else, Mikey would have known they wanted to leave a mark on his skin that was blatantly possessive. Raph on the other hand didn’t always think things through. For all Mikey knew, Raph had really wanted to punch him for nearly drowning, and because Mikey was injured, the bite was the hot head’s second option.\n\n\tAgainst one wall in the bathroom stood a plastic storage tower on wheels. There were several drawers in it where junk collected and Mikey turned to it now. Over the years, April had bunked with them on many occasions and had left behind feminine detritus, which no one ever threw away.\n\n\tMany were the times when Mikey had stood next to her in the bathroom, watching in fascination as April applied make-up. She didn’t use much because she was blessed with a near perfect complexion. Every once in a while though she would curse a blemish and then work to hide it until time made it disappear.\n\n\tMikey found what he was searching for in the second drawer. A small tube, shaped like a lipstick holder, but containing a concealer that was green in color.\n\n\tApril had explained to a surprised Michelangelo that blending the green around and on a skin discoloration did a very effective job of hiding it. For her it was all about neutralizing the redness of the blemish, but Mikey was hoping the green concealer would be like touch up paint for him.\n\n\tDabbing some onto his finger, Mikey worked the concealer onto the crescent shaped bruise. It took a few minutes to figure out the right amount to use for his skin color, but his efforts finally paid off. Looking carefully at his collarbone in the mirror, Mikey could no longer see even a hint of discoloration.\n\n\tWith a satisfied smile, Mikey placed the concealer back into the drawer where he’d found it. Hardly anyone dug into the storage tower and even if they did, they probably wouldn’t think twice about a green tube rolling around with a bunch of other make-up.\n\n\tMikey stepped out of the bathroom, confident that his secret was now safe. If he’d had to spar with anyone there was a good chance the concealer would get wiped off, but because Mikey’s ribs were bruised, he didn’t have to worry about that.\n\n\tGoing downstairs slowly, Mikey glanced around the lair to try and pinpoint the location of each member of his family. He wasn’t sure what time it was but sounds coming from the dojo told him it was early enough for everyone to still be at practice.\n\n\tMikey ambled over to the dojo, stepping inside and then stopping to bow his head to Master Splinter. His father acknowledged his presence with a return nod and then turned his attention back to his other three sons, who were practicing a complex set of kicks.\n\n\tStaying to the far edges of the practice area, Mikey chose an out of the way spot to kneel so that he could watch his brothers work out. His rib bothered him when he moved too quickly, so he eased himself into a position that wouldn’t cause him too much discomfort.\n\n\tOnce settled, Mikey’s eyes went directly to Raphael. He couldn’t see any traces of the ‘mood’ Leo had alluded to earlier, but it was possible that some one-on-one time with Master Splinter had taken care of it.\n\n\tMikey knew he should be concentrating on the mechanics of the moves Master Splinter was teaching his brothers, but his imagination kept running off with him. He could visualize being alone in the dojo with Raph, being close to him, doing something – anything – to aggravate his brother enough so that Raph would throw him to the ground.\n\n\tIn his mind, Mikey could see Raph leaning in close and biting him again. He’d hold Mikey down and bite his neck, his shoulder, his side, and most wonderfully his inner thigh, leaving marks all over Mikey’s skin. Mikey wanted Raph to leave more marks on him, lots of them. Marks that wouldn’t leave it to anyone’s imagination as to Raph’s intent.\n\n\tShaking his head, Mikey tried to clear it of those images. It would be just his luck to work himself into a frenzy and then have to try to hide a boner from his family. Mikey was sure that the bulge under his plastron caused by a massive woody would be noticed pretty damn fast.\n\n\tShifting to try to get comfortable, Mikey felt a twinge in his side that reminded him he wasn’t going to be doing any fast moving for a while. Trying to physically dodge someone’s curiosity was out of the question. Better not to get excited someplace other than behind his own locked bedroom door.\n\n\tPulling his eyes off of Raph was hard, but Mikey forced himself to do it, instead turning his attention to Leo. If he wanted at some point in the future to perfect the moves his brothers were learning, there was no one better to study. Leonardo practically turned ninjitsu into an art form.\n\n \tMikey realized that as soon as practice was over, Leo was going to come over to check on him. There was no way big bro’ would forget seeing a strange mark on Mikey’s collarbone and he’d sure as heck look for it. Mikey hoped that Raph wouldn’t be nearby when that happened because he intended to tell Leo that there hadn’t been an injury on his collarbone, that it had just been dirty.\n\n\tMikey absolutely did not want Raph to think he was at all ashamed of being marked by him. Mikey just didn’t want anyone else to know, at least not yet.\n\n\tMikey glanced at Don next, noting the concentrated look on the genius’ face. He was next to Raph, a position he frequently occupied when they practiced. Mikey used to think it was an unconscious placement choice because Don liked to keep the peace and being between Raph and anyone who might agitate him was strategic.\n\n\tNow Mikey wondered if Don just needed to be near Raph. He sure hoped that wasn’t the case, because Mikey had already decided to go for what he wanted and he’d hate to have to step on Don to get it.\n\n\tAnd there he was again, letting some possessive part of himself lay ownership to his own brother at the expense of another one. Mikey never even knew he had it in him to feel jealousy. So what if Don and Raph had stuff in common, big deal. Working on motors wasn’t the end all, be all in life. There were plenty of things Raph did that Don wanted no part of.\n\n\tWithout conscious thought, Mikey’s eyes once more sought out the object of his desire. It was amazing how fast Raph was, despite the layers of muscle. He worked at staying flexible, Mikey knew that from certain exercises that Raph did. Not as flexible as Mikey, but then none of his brothers were.\n\n\tThat was probably why Raph was always up for extra sparring with his youngest brother. Mikey didn’t see Don or Leo offering Raph additional opportunities at hand to hand combat. Come to think of it, Mikey didn’t recall Raph ever asking either of them for some more work out time. Raph always went to Mikey for the physical stuff.\n\n\tWith a secret little smile, Mikey’s mind drifted back to the night before when he was skating in the garage. He was sure now that the reason he’d fallen off his skate board was emerald green in color. The distraction that had broken his concentration was the feeling that eyes were on him and Mikey just knew that Raph must have been watching him for a while.\n\n\tThat made Mikey wonder if Raph really needed to replace something on his bike, or if that was an excuse to go up to the garage where Mikey was hiding out. When Nobody had asked of no one in particular [i]“how does he do that?”[/i] with regards to Mikey, it had been Raph who answered [i]“we have no idea”.[/i]\n\n\tMikey had always been rather proud of the fact that he was so athletically gifted and more supple than his brothers. He enjoyed the idea that maybe they envied him a little because of that.\n\n\tMaybe for Raph it was something more than envy. Something better. Mike sure wanted to know.\n\n\tMikey was recalled to himself at the sound of his sensei calling for an end to practice for the day. Wincing slightly, Mikey made it to his feet so that he could bow along with his brothers to their departing Master.\n\n\tAs soon as Master Splinter was gone from the dojo, the three older turtles turned in Mikey’s direction and walked over. Don reached him first, his expression a mix of brotherly concern and a physician’s inquisitiveness.\n\n\t“How bad is it?” Don asked, clearly focused on Mikey’s rib above all else.\n\n\t“It’s just a bruise Donny,” Mikey assured him.\n\n\t“Told ya’ Mikey can take it,” Raph said as though proving a point. “He don’t need ya’ guys fawning all over him.”\n\n\tA look passed between Leo and Raph, one that Mikey noticed but couldn’t identify. It was gone in a split second but there was enough in that interaction to cause Raph’s expression to shift from lighthearted to annoyed.\n\n\tLeo’s attention returned to Mikey. “Think you can handle a few stretching exercises? Nothing too strenuous, but we don’t want you to stiffen up.”\n\n\t“Sure. No sweat,” Mikey said, acutely aware of the fact that Raph had stepped back a few paces but wasn’t leaving.\n\n\t“Don’t let him overdo it,” Don admonished. “Those skin injuries need to scab over and that bruised rib needs time to heal.”\n\n\t“I’ll stick mostly to showing him what we learned from Master Splinter this morning,” Leo said. “He can pick it up by watching me.”\n\n\tRaph snorted. “He’ll pick it up [i]faster [/i]than you did too. He always does.”\n\n\tWithout waiting for a response, Raph crossed the dojo to the weight rack, selected a pair of dumbbells, and started doing shoulder presses.\n\n\tSurprised that Raph hadn’t simply stormed off, Mikey followed Leo to the center of the dojo. Don remained long enough to observe Mikey’s movements, ensuring himself that his brother hadn’t any as yet undiscovered injuries.\n\n\tLeo kept his word and didn’t push Mikey to try anything arduous. Mikey was glad for that; from the corner of his eyes he could see that Raph was watching them and it made Mikey a little self-conscious. He didn’t ever remember feeling that way around any of his brothers before. In fact, Mikey usually enjoyed having an audience.\n\n\tHis audience didn’t usually include Raph though. Raph had always made a great show of ignoring Mikey. He wasn’t doing that now.\n\n\tRaph couldn’t be worried about Mikey spilling the beans about the bite. If Mikey was going to do that, he’d already had plenty of opportunities to tell either Leo or Don.\n\n\tIt was all a big mystery to Mikey. So too was how Leo had glanced at his collarbone at least twice but hadn’t said anything. If he’d forgotten about it he wouldn’t have looked.\n\n\tPuzzles, puzzles everywhere. As if Mikey didn’t have enough stuff to confuse him as it was.\n\n\tAn hour later Leo finally released Mikey from his practice session. Although Mikey wanted nothing more than to apply an ice pack to his side and sit down, he stalled around thinking Leo would leave. Then Mikey could have a few minutes alone with Raph.\n\n\tUnfortunately, Leo pulled his swords and quirked an eye ridge at Mikey. It figured that even after spending the whole morning in the dojo, Leo appeared to be dead set on spending the afternoon there as well.\n\n\tRight along with Raph, who showed no indication that he was planning to leave anytime soon either.\n\n\tWith a mild huff, Mikey moved out of the way so that Leo could start shadow boxing with his giant Ginsu steak knives. Pausing in the doorway, Mikey glanced over at Raph, hoping he’d choose to leave too. Their eyes met but the expression in Raph’s was unfathomable and after a second, he turned away to switch out weights.\n\n\tMildly annoyed, Mikey made his way upstairs to gather his breakfast tray and the ice pack. By the time he made it back downstairs and into the kitchen he was really feeling his bruised rib, so he wasted no time in refilling the pack with as much ice as he could stuff into it.\n\n\tSince the comfort of the couch was only a few feet away, Mikey headed in that direction. Settling against the cushions, he used a throw pillow to prop the ice pack up against his side and then lifted his feet onto the coffee table.\n\n\tSighing in relief, Mikey felt around him for the remote before realizing that it was sitting on his father’s favorite chair.\n\n\t“Shell,” Mikey muttered under his breath.\n\n\tAs he was trying to decide if it was worth the effort to get up, Donatello strolled into his line of sight, some kind of electrical doodad in one hand and a screwdriver in the other.\n\n\t“Perfect timing, bro’!” Mikey exclaimed happily. “Could you pass me the remote?”\n\n\t“Hmm?” Don hummed absentmindedly. Looking up, he saw where Mikey was pointing and said, “Oh, sure.”\n\n\tTaking the remote off the chair, Don sat down in its spot and then looked at the device as though it was some foreign object.\n\n\t“Earth to Donny,” Mikey said. “The remote?”\n\n\tBlinking rapidly, Don tossed the remote to his brother and then sat there staring at him.\n\n\tInstead of engaging the television array, Mikey looked at his brother quizzically, wondering why Don was behaving so oddly.\n\n\t“What’s the matter, did I grow a mustache?” Mikey asked.\n\n\t“No,” Don said emphatically. “Of course not. Sorry. I’m trying to figure some things out.”\n\n\t“That gizmo in your hand?” Mikey asked.\n\n\tDon looked at it as though he’d forgotten he was holding something. “Not this. This is easy. This I could fix with my eyes closed.”\n\n\t“Something else needs fixing?” Mikey asked, wondering where his genius brother’s head was.\n\n\t“I don’t know,” Don responded, still giving Mikey a strange look. “You tell me.”\n\n\t“That makes no sense,” Mikey said. “You want to be more specific?”\n\n\t“I feel like something’s going on around here and I’m completely out of the loop,” Don told him.\n\n\t“For instance?” Mikey asked, prompting him. There was no way Mikey was going to volunteer anything, but he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to pump his brother for information.\n\n\t“For instance an hour ago in the dojo,” Don said. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard Raph defend you like that before.”\n\n“That’s what you call defending me? Sounded more like Raph telling Leo not to go too easy on me,” Mikey said.\n\n“Usually Raph doesn’t even get [i]that [/i]involved in something that doesn’t regard him,” Don said.\n\nMikey shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Don’t ask me, I just work here.”\n\nDon eyed him. “You’ve changed,” he declared. “I can’t put my finger on it, but you aren’t reacting to things the way you used to. You seem more . . . mature.”\n\n“Wow, you say that like it’s not a good thing,” Mikey said sarcastically.\n\n“Oh it is,” Don rushed to say. “Believe me, it is. I just wonder what brought about the sudden change.”\n\n“Maybe it’s not so sudden,” Mikey countered. “Maybe you just haven’t noticed it until now. Raph’s not the only one around here who tends to get wrapped up in himself. What do you care anyway?”\n\n“I don’t know that ‘care’ is the right word,” Don said. “More like curious.”\n\n“I would think you had plenty of other things besides me to be curious about,” Mikey said.\n\n“Actually I do,” Don said. “I’m curious why Raph is behaving differently too. Or why he and Leo seem to be at odds about something but they aren’t openly fighting like they usually do.”\n\n“If your curiosity is killing you that much, why don’t you just ask them about it?” Mikey inquired pointedly.\n\n“I already asked Leo,” Don said. “He dodged my questions pretty much the same way you are.”\n\n“I’m not dodging anything,” Mikey countered. “I’m just being myself. You’re the one who thinks you’re seeing things that aren’t there.”\n\n“All right, leave me out of it,” Don said, standing abruptly. “But if something blows up in your faces, don’t come to me with a request to fix things.”\n\n\tHe didn’t wait for a response from Mikey before walking away. 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An offer to make enough for all of them might lure them out and give Mikey an opportunity to peel them away from each other later.\n\n\tMikey held onto the ice pack as he pushed himself upright and sauntered back over to the dojo. As he neared the entrance, he noticed that it was pretty quiet in there.\n\n\tSomething about that made him cautious and rather than just walking in and announcing that it was lunch time, Mikey stopped to lean his shoulder against the wall, bracing himself so that he could peek inside the room.\n\n\tFar off to one side of the dojo, near the weight rack, Leo and Raph stood facing each other. They were close together, mere inches apart, and Leo had a tight grip on Raph’s arm.\n\n\tBoth were wearing very serious expressions as they conversed in undertones so low that Mikey could not make out a single word. He had never seen them do that before.\n\n\tAs he watched, Mikey saw Raph place a hand on Leo’s shoulder and push him. Leo didn’t move other than to shake his head and latch onto Raph’s other arm.\n\n\tThe sound of Master Splinter’s shoji sliding open pulled Mikey away from the dojo entrance and he moved towards the kitchen swiftly so as not to be caught eavesdropping.\n\n\tWhatever Leo and Raph were talking about, Mikey had a feeling it involved him. Mikey wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.\n\n\tAbove all else, Mikey wanted to know what they’d been saying. And why they had to be standing so close to each other to say it.\n\nTBC…………….", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tThroughout his life Mikey usually got what he wanted through a combination of cajoling, whining, pleading, or pure dumb luck.  Those weren’t tactics he could apply here.

\tThese were uncharted waters; unknown land.  Sort of like driving through the Gobi desert without a map.

\tSated by a long, hot shower and the judicious use of his hand in relieving his sudden need, Mikey drifted into fanciful thought.  Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Mikey swiped his hand across the glass to clear the fog from it and stared at his image for a second time that morning.

\tThe lightly colored, crescent shaped bruise on his collarbone that was reflected back at him had not changed or disappeared, as Mikey was half afraid it would.  Even the fact that he’d just released didn’t stop the tingle in his groin as Mikey stared at the mark Raphael had left on him.

\tWith a sigh, Mikey realized he couldn’t parade around the lair with that particular bruise showing, as much as he’d like to.  He still didn’t know Raph’s motivation for biting him.  If it had been anyone else, Mikey would have known they wanted to leave a mark on his skin that was blatantly possessive.  Raph on the other hand didn’t always think things through.  For all Mikey knew, Raph had really wanted to punch him for nearly drowning, and because Mikey was injured, the bite was the hot head’s second option.

\tAgainst one wall in the bathroom stood a plastic storage tower on wheels.  There were several drawers in it where junk collected and Mikey turned to it now.  Over the years, April had bunked with them on many occasions and had left behind feminine detritus, which no one ever threw away.

\tMany were the times when Mikey had stood next to her in the bathroom, watching in fascination as April applied make-up.  She didn’t use much because she was blessed with a near perfect complexion.  Every once in a while though she would curse a blemish and then work to hide it until time made it disappear.

\tMikey found what he was searching for in the second drawer.  A small tube, shaped like a lipstick holder, but containing a concealer that was green in color.

\tApril had explained to a surprised Michelangelo that blending the green around and on a skin discoloration did a very effective job of hiding it.  For her it was all about neutralizing the redness of the blemish, but Mikey was hoping the green concealer would be like touch up paint for him.

\tDabbing some onto his finger, Mikey worked the concealer onto the crescent shaped bruise.  It took a few minutes to figure out the right amount to use for his skin color, but his efforts finally paid off.  Looking carefully at his collarbone in the mirror, Mikey could no longer see even a hint of discoloration.

\tWith a satisfied smile, Mikey placed the concealer back into the drawer where he’d found it.  Hardly anyone dug into the storage tower and even if they did, they probably wouldn’t think twice about a green tube rolling around with a bunch of other make-up.

\tMikey stepped out of the bathroom, confident that his secret was now safe.  If he’d had to spar with anyone there was a good chance the concealer would get wiped off, but because Mikey’s ribs were bruised, he didn’t have to worry about that.

\tGoing downstairs slowly, Mikey glanced around the lair to try and pinpoint the location of each member of his family.  He wasn’t sure what time it was but sounds coming from the dojo told him it was early enough for everyone to still be at practice.

\tMikey ambled over to the dojo, stepping inside and then stopping to bow his head to Master Splinter.  His father acknowledged his presence with a return nod and then turned his attention back to his other three sons, who were practicing a complex set of kicks.

\tStaying to the far edges of the practice area, Mikey chose an out of the way spot to kneel so that he could watch his brothers work out.  His rib bothered him when he moved too quickly, so he eased himself into a position that wouldn’t cause him too much discomfort.

\tOnce settled, Mikey’s eyes went directly to Raphael.  He couldn’t see any traces of the ‘mood’ Leo had alluded to earlier, but it was possible that some one-on-one time with Master Splinter had taken care of it.

\tMikey knew he should be concentrating on the mechanics of the moves Master Splinter was teaching his brothers, but his imagination kept running off with him.  He could visualize being alone in the dojo with Raph, being close to him, doing something – anything – to aggravate his brother enough so that Raph would throw him to the ground.

\tIn his mind, Mikey could see Raph leaning in close and biting him again.  He’d hold Mikey down and bite his neck, his shoulder, his side, and most wonderfully his inner thigh, leaving marks all over Mikey’s skin.  Mikey wanted Raph to leave more marks on him, lots of them.  Marks that wouldn’t leave it to anyone’s imagination as to Raph’s intent.

\tShaking his head, Mikey tried to clear it of those images.  It would be just his luck to work himself into a frenzy and then have to try to hide a boner from his family.  Mikey was sure that the bulge under his plastron caused by a massive woody would be noticed pretty damn fast.

\tShifting to try to get comfortable, Mikey felt a twinge in his side that reminded him he wasn’t going to be doing any fast moving for a while.  Trying to physically dodge someone’s curiosity was out of the question.  Better not to get excited someplace other than behind his own locked bedroom door.

\tPulling his eyes off of Raph was hard, but Mikey forced himself to do it, instead turning his attention to Leo.  If he wanted at some point in the future to perfect the moves his brothers were learning, there was no one better to study.  Leonardo practically turned ninjitsu into an art form.

 \tMikey realized that as soon as practice was over, Leo was going to come over to check on him.  There was no way big bro’ would forget seeing a strange mark on Mikey’s collarbone and he’d sure as heck look for it.  Mikey hoped that Raph wouldn’t be nearby when that happened because he intended to tell Leo that there hadn’t been an injury on his collarbone, that it had just been dirty.

\tMikey absolutely did not want Raph to think he was at all ashamed of being marked by him.  Mikey just didn’t want anyone else to know, at least not yet.

\tMikey glanced at Don next, noting the concentrated look on the genius’ face.  He was next to Raph, a position he frequently occupied when they practiced.  Mikey used to think it was an unconscious placement choice because Don liked to keep the peace and being between Raph and anyone who might agitate him was strategic.

\tNow Mikey wondered if Don just needed to be near Raph.  He sure hoped that wasn’t the case, because Mikey had already decided to go for what he wanted and he’d hate to have to step on Don to get it.

\tAnd there he was again, letting some possessive part of himself lay ownership to his own brother at the expense of another one.  Mikey never even knew he had it in him to feel jealousy.  So what if Don and Raph had stuff in common, big deal.  Working on motors wasn’t the end all, be all in life.  There were plenty of things Raph did that Don wanted no part of.

\tWithout conscious thought, Mikey’s eyes once more sought out the object of his desire.  It was amazing how fast Raph was, despite the layers of muscle.  He worked at staying flexible, Mikey knew that from certain exercises that Raph did.  Not as flexible as Mikey, but then none of his brothers were.

\tThat was probably why Raph was always up for extra sparring with his youngest brother.  Mikey didn’t see Don or Leo offering Raph additional opportunities at hand to hand combat.  Come to think of it, Mikey didn’t recall Raph ever asking either of them for some more work out time.  Raph always went to Mikey for the physical stuff.

\tWith a secret little smile, Mikey’s mind drifted back to the night before when he was skating in the garage.  He was sure now that the reason he’d fallen off his skate board was emerald green in color.  The distraction that had broken his concentration was the feeling that eyes were on him and Mikey just knew that Raph must have been watching him for a while.

\tThat made Mikey wonder if Raph really needed to replace something on his bike, or if that was an excuse to go up to the garage where Mikey was hiding out.  When Nobody had asked of no one in particular “how does he do that?” with regards to Mikey, it had been Raph who answered “we have no idea”.

\tMikey had always been rather proud of the fact that he was so athletically gifted and more supple than his brothers.  He enjoyed the idea that maybe they envied him a little because of that.

\tMaybe for Raph it was something more than envy.  Something better.  Mike sure wanted to know.

\tMikey was recalled to himself at the sound of his sensei calling for an end to practice for the day.  Wincing slightly, Mikey made it to his feet so that he could bow along with his brothers to their departing Master.

\tAs soon as Master Splinter was gone from the dojo, the three older turtles turned in Mikey’s direction and walked over.  Don reached him first, his expression a mix of brotherly concern and a physician’s inquisitiveness.

\t“How bad is it?” Don asked, clearly focused on Mikey’s rib above all else.

\t“It’s just a bruise Donny,” Mikey assured him.

\t“Told ya’ Mikey can take it,” Raph said as though proving a point.  “He don’t need ya’ guys fawning all over him.”

\tA look passed between Leo and Raph, one that Mikey noticed but couldn’t identify.  It was gone in a split second but there was enough in that interaction to cause Raph’s expression to shift from lighthearted to annoyed.

\tLeo’s attention returned to Mikey.  “Think you can handle a few stretching exercises?  Nothing too strenuous, but we don’t want you to stiffen up.”

\t“Sure.  No sweat,” Mikey said, acutely aware of the fact that Raph had stepped back a few paces but wasn’t leaving.

\t“Don’t let him overdo it,” Don admonished.  “Those skin injuries need to scab over and that bruised rib needs time to heal.”

\t“I’ll stick mostly to showing him what we learned from Master Splinter this morning,” Leo said.  “He can pick it up by watching me.”

\tRaph snorted.  “He’ll pick it up faster than you did too.  He always does.”

\tWithout waiting for a response, Raph crossed the dojo to the weight rack, selected a pair of dumbbells, and started doing shoulder presses.

\tSurprised that Raph hadn’t simply stormed off, Mikey followed Leo to the center of the dojo.  Don remained long enough to observe Mikey’s movements, ensuring himself that his brother hadn’t any as yet undiscovered injuries.

\tLeo kept his word and didn’t push Mikey to try anything arduous.  Mikey was glad for that; from the corner of his eyes he could see that Raph was watching them and it made Mikey a little self-conscious.  He didn’t ever remember feeling that way around any of his brothers before.  In fact, Mikey usually enjoyed having an audience.

\tHis audience didn’t usually include Raph though.  Raph had always made a great show of ignoring Mikey.  He wasn’t doing that now.

\tRaph couldn’t be worried about Mikey spilling the beans about the bite.  If Mikey was going to do that, he’d already had plenty of opportunities to tell either Leo or Don.

\tIt was all a big mystery to Mikey.  So too was how Leo had glanced at his collarbone at least twice but hadn’t said anything.  If he’d forgotten about it he wouldn’t have looked.

\tPuzzles, puzzles everywhere.  As if Mikey didn’t have enough stuff to confuse him as it was.

\tAn hour later Leo finally released Mikey from his practice session.  Although Mikey wanted nothing more than to apply an ice pack to his side and sit down, he stalled around thinking Leo would leave.  Then Mikey could have a few minutes alone with Raph.

\tUnfortunately, Leo pulled his swords and quirked an eye ridge at Mikey.  It figured that even after spending the whole morning in the dojo, Leo appeared to be dead set on spending the afternoon there as well.

\tRight along with Raph, who showed no indication that he was planning to leave anytime soon either.

\tWith a mild huff, Mikey moved out of the way so that Leo could start shadow boxing with his giant Ginsu steak knives.  Pausing in the doorway, Mikey glanced over at Raph, hoping he’d choose to leave too.  Their eyes met but the expression in Raph’s was unfathomable and after a second, he turned away to switch out weights.

\tMildly annoyed, Mikey made his way upstairs to gather his breakfast tray and the ice pack.  By the time he made it back downstairs and into the kitchen he was really feeling his bruised rib, so he wasted no time in refilling the pack with as much ice as he could stuff into it.

\tSince the comfort of the couch was only a few feet away, Mikey headed in that direction.  Settling against the cushions, he used a throw pillow to prop the ice pack up against his side and then lifted his feet onto the coffee table.

\tSighing in relief, Mikey felt around him for the remote before realizing that it was sitting on his father’s favorite chair.

\t“Shell,” Mikey muttered under his breath.

\tAs he was trying to decide if it was worth the effort to get up, Donatello strolled into his line of sight, some kind of electrical doodad in one hand and a screwdriver in the other.

\t“Perfect timing, bro’!” Mikey exclaimed happily.  “Could you pass me the remote?”

\t“Hmm?” Don hummed absentmindedly.  Looking up, he saw where Mikey was pointing and said, “Oh, sure.”

\tTaking the remote off the chair, Don sat down in its spot and then looked at the device as though it was some foreign object.

\t“Earth to Donny,” Mikey said.  “The remote?”

\tBlinking rapidly, Don tossed the remote to his brother and then sat there staring at him.

\tInstead of engaging the television array, Mikey looked at his brother quizzically, wondering why Don was behaving so oddly.

\t“What’s the matter, did I grow a mustache?” Mikey asked.

\t“No,” Don said emphatically.  “Of course not.  Sorry.  I’m trying to figure some things out.”

\t“That gizmo in your hand?” Mikey asked.

\tDon looked at it as though he’d forgotten he was holding something.  “Not this.  This is easy.  This I could fix with my eyes closed.”

\t“Something else needs fixing?” Mikey asked, wondering where his genius brother’s head was.

\t“I don’t know,” Don responded, still giving Mikey a strange look.  “You tell me.”

\t“That makes no sense,” Mikey said.  “You want to be more specific?”

\t“I feel like something’s going on around here and I’m completely out of the loop,” Don told him.

\t“For instance?” Mikey asked, prompting him.  There was no way Mikey was going to volunteer anything, but he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to pump his brother for information.

\t“For instance an hour ago in the dojo,” Don said.  “I don’t think I’ve ever heard Raph defend you like that before.”

“That’s what you call defending me?  Sounded more like Raph telling Leo not to go too easy on me,” Mikey said.

“Usually Raph doesn’t even get that involved in something that doesn’t regard him,” Don said.

Mikey shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.  “Don’t ask me, I just work here.”

Don eyed him.  “You’ve changed,” he declared.  “I can’t put my finger on it, but you aren’t reacting to things the way you used to.  You seem more . . . mature.”

“Wow, you say that like it’s not a good thing,” Mikey said sarcastically.

“Oh it is,” Don rushed to say.  “Believe me, it is.  I just wonder what brought about the sudden change.”

“Maybe it’s not so sudden,” Mikey countered.  “Maybe you just haven’t noticed it until now.  Raph’s not the only one around here who tends to get wrapped up in himself.  What do you care anyway?”

“I don’t know that ‘care’ is the right word,” Don said.  “More like curious.”

“I would think you had plenty of other things besides me to be curious about,” Mikey said.

“Actually I do,” Don said.  “I’m curious why Raph is behaving differently too.  Or why he and Leo seem to be at odds about something but they aren’t openly fighting like they usually do.”

“If your curiosity is killing you that much, why don’t you just ask them about it?” Mikey inquired pointedly.

“I already asked Leo,” Don said.  “He dodged my questions pretty much the same way you are.”

“I’m not dodging anything,” Mikey countered.  “I’m just being myself.  You’re the one who thinks you’re seeing things that aren’t there.”

“All right, leave me out of it,” Don said, standing abruptly.  “But if something blows up in your faces, don’t come to me with a request to fix things.”

\tHe didn’t wait for a response from Mikey before walking away.  As Don went back to his lab, Mikey’s eyes followed him, staying on his brother until Don shut his door.

\tRather than turning on the television, Mikey sat holding the remote and staring at the blank screens.  Up until now he’d thought Don was privy to most of the stuff going on in Leo’s head because Mikey was sure his older brother confided in the genius.

\tIt sure sounded like that wasn’t the case.  At least not with regards to whatever it was Leo had been trying to hint at this morning with the whole ‘Raph has demons’ routine.  Big bro’ sure was one to be cautioning him about secrets.  If he did it again, Mikey was going to call him a hypocrite.

\tNo longer interested in TV, Mikey glanced towards the dojo entrance, wondering how much time Leo and Raph intended to spend in there today.  Mikey’s stomach hinted to him that lunch would be welcomed and he decided to check in with his brothers.  An offer to make enough for all of them might lure them out and give Mikey an opportunity to peel them away from each other later.

\tMikey held onto the ice pack as he pushed himself upright and sauntered back over to the dojo.  As he neared the entrance, he noticed that it was pretty quiet in there.

\tSomething about that made him cautious and rather than just walking in and announcing that it was lunch time, Mikey stopped to lean his shoulder against the wall, bracing himself so that he could peek inside the room.

\tFar off to one side of the dojo, near the weight rack, Leo and Raph stood facing each other.  They were close together, mere inches apart, and Leo had a tight grip on Raph’s arm.

\tBoth were wearing very serious expressions as they conversed in undertones so low that Mikey could not make out a single word.  He had never seen them do that before.

\tAs he watched, Mikey saw Raph place a hand on Leo’s shoulder and push him.  Leo didn’t move other than to shake his head and latch onto Raph’s other arm.

\tThe sound of Master Splinter’s shoji sliding open pulled Mikey away from the dojo entrance and he moved towards the kitchen swiftly so as not to be caught eavesdropping.

\tWhatever Leo and Raph were talking about, Mikey had a feeling it involved him.  Mikey wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.

\tAbove all else, Mikey wanted to know what they’d been saying.  And why they had to be standing so close to each other to say it.

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