Raph x Mikey love part 1

Raph spent another twenty minutes walking the floor before he decided he'd better wake Leo and Don so that they could go look for Mikey. He was half-way to the staircase when the door that led out to the sewer tunnels opened and Michelangelo appeared.

Sucking on a large cherry slushy, his skateboard under one arm and a new video game in his hand, Mikey strolled down the ramp as though he hadn't a care in the world. He didn't even notice Raph until his very upset older brother stepped right into his path.

"Where the shell have ya' been?" Raph demanded angrily.

"Dude, what's with the gatekeeper impersonation?" Mikey asked cheekily.

"Don't give me that innocent shit," Raph snapped, eyes narrowing dangerously. "I woke up and discovered that ya' were missing. You're damn lucky ya' came in when ya' did because I was just about ta wake everybody up so we could search for your ass."

"Jeez Raph, chill bro'," Mikey said, still completely unperturbed. Setting his skateboard on the ground, he gave it a shove with his foot, sending it rolling up against a far wall. "I went for a little ride, no big deal."

"It's a big deal when nobody knows where ya' are," Raph insisted. "Your shell cell was off too; if you'd gotten into trouble how did ya' expect us ta find ya'?"

Mikey walked around him, a look of amusement on his face. "Leo gets upset if I leave it on while we're patrolling, you get upset if it's off. This is an argument I can't win so I'm not gonna try."

"You're supposed to leave it on when you're out alone," Raph said, following Mikey into the living area.

"I'll have to work on remembering that," Mikey said, tossing the video game down on the coffee table.

Raph had a few more choice words for his brother, but the sight of the game drew his attention. If wasn't one that Mikey had picked out of a garbage can someplace or even a refurbished one from the local game store; this was the latest version of a game that had only come out that week. It was brand spanking new.

"Where did ya' get that?" Raph barked, starting to feel like his head was going to burst into flame.

"Gameherd on Amsterdam," Mikey said. "They're the only ones who have it. I'm gonna play it right now."

"What did ya' do, walk into the store in broad daylight?" Raph practically yelled, his aggravation mounting.

"No, duh," Mikey said. "I sent Shawn in after it. He knows the night manager and got cuts so he didn't have to wait in a line."

The fact that Mikey had used his fourteen-year old comic book supplier as a go-between didn't make Raph feel any better. Even though the kid knew about them and was totally trustworthy, it still left Mikey very exposed.

"Is that where ya' were all night? Waiting for a damn game?" Raph asked. "I was out of my mind thinking about what might have happened ta ya'."

Mikey grinned at him. "Aw Raph, you're so cute when you worry like this."

"It ain't funny, Mikey," Raph growled menacingly. "Where'd ya' ever get the money ta pay for a just released game anyway? They cost a small fortune."

Mikey took a long pull on his straw, making the slurping sound that occurs when a cup is almost empty. Raph grit his teeth; the noise was more aggravating to him than nails on a chalkboard and Mikey damn well knew it.

"I found it in the sewers," Mikey finally said, flicking his now red tongue out to swipe ice from his lip and setting his cup on the table. "You don't find money when you're running the roof tops; you find it by skating through the tunnels. I found a perfectly good ten dollar bill the other day and all I had to do was dry it out."