Your Typical TMNT Fic That I Don't Want to Title

A Way Home (2012)

 AN. I decided to call Rise! April Yellow and Rise Splinter Lou for the rest of the fic

Michel opened his eyes. He felt like he had fallen off his brother's side. He started to sit up looking at the spot next to him where Raphael should be. He looked around a bit trying to find the red-tinted ghostly form of his brother. He felt his eyes sting with tears noticing his brother was gone. He frowned looking around some more to see Raph staring at him from afar. Michel smiled weakly at him trying to cover up how much he wanted to cry. His chest burned with the contained tears. Raph walked over and sat down next to him. He held out a sketchbook and a pencil case of our supplies. Michel blinked a few times slowly taking the supplies.

"I wanna help you draw. Cuse I ruined it the last time you did," Raph shrugged as he talked. He didn't care if Michel expected his peace offering or not, but he refused to look at the orange turtle next to him. Michel smiled as he took the art supplies. He couldn't help but cry a little. He threw his arms around Raph just wanting to be cuddly like always. Raph grumbled and started to push Michel off not wanting to be soft. Michel tightened his grip, not quite ready to give up the cuddle. Raph groaned loudly, loosely wrapping his arms around Michel. Michel curled up tight feeling safe in his arms. It was similar to the safety he felt in Raphael's arms. He snuggled closer into his arms sniffling. Raph pets his head catching onto the vulnerability Michel was showing him. He looked away towards the doorway uncomfortable with the weakness on display. He wanted to cry as well. It felt like he was holding his brother. The one he just wanted to smack some sense into sure, but at the end of the day he wasn't here. What was in his arms was a strange version that could breathe fire and travel dimensions.

"If you tell anyone I'm holding you like a baby I'll beat you up," Raph warned him. He pulled back using the palm of his hands to clear away his tears.

"How are you so different from my brother?" Michel joked sniffling as he tried not to cry again.

"Well you're not as annoying as my Mikey and the whole breathing fire thing makes you pretty different from my brother," Raph leaned back into the couch some more, "Are you gonna draw or not?" Michel laughed some more while taking the art supplies.

"Ya. I am," Michel smiled, starting to sketch out some random drawing of his brothers. Something he always tended to do when he started to draw without a plan. Currently, it seems to be Raphael and Leon playing some video games. The typical fighting game as they trash-talked playfully. He was drawing the couch behind them. Two fingers sat on opiate ends facing each other. Both their legs reach out and tangle tougher. It was probably April and Donald playing games on their phones waiting for their turn. Raph turned on the tv and just sat silently. He would occasionally glance over to watch Michel draw.

Michel hummed as he whipped up some mashed potatoes for everyone. He smiled as Raph went into the room with Casey trailing behind him. Casey glanced towards him with a tight smile. The human boy having the most trouble with the whole dragon Mikey situation. Raph swung in behind Michel dipping his finger into the food and licked it off. Michel started to swat at him for messing with his food. Raph kicked back humming at the delicious flavors from his stolen goods. The fire user puffed out his cheeks as he continued to chase Raph out of his kitchen. Raph started to laugh, enjoying the mini-fight between them. Leo watched them a bit confused. Casey ran out and started to laugh because that man thrived off of chaos.

"So do they call you firecracker back home?" Raph joked trying to put Michel in an arm lock. Michel kicked out his feet in protest.

"Stop it!" Michel turned his head around trying to lick Raph. Rap leaned his head back snickering at the chaos. Michel stomped on Raph's foot and tossed his head back. Raph grunted as Michel's head collided with his nose making him let go of Michel. Leo gently set his sword on the ground rolling his eyes.