No Use |TMNT

Chapter 25

Mike slowly approached his older brother, his hands touching his shell, and lightly he jolted him. "Wake up buddy, come on." He said in between sobs, and he shook him harder. "Wake up!"

Awoke from his brother's shakes, Donnie clutched his bear and looked at his younger brother. He gave a half-sleep oblivious laugh, yawning with drowsy eyes. It just made Mike more upset, his brother didn't even know what was going on, and he didn't even mind being awoken.

"Hey, hey." Mike whispered, pressing his forehead against Donnie's softly, he blinked away the tears. Donnie's round eyes looked at his, his face crinkling as tears fell on his face. "You're not damage, bro." He sniffled, and Donnie silently stared at him, as Mikey pulled away. "Kirby's lying… you're fine!"

Mikey didn't know if he was making Donnie uncomfortable, or it was the tears falling on his face bothered him, but his brother turned away from him with a soft whine of complaint.

"Come on buddy, don't do this to me. Kirby's wrong, y-you're not damaged." Mikey climbed over Donnie's lanky body and flopped next to him. Donnie looked at his blanket, suddenly interested on the fabric and Mikey sniffed before speaking; "… Right?"

Donnie, then, stared at him briefly, breaking contact as he gave out another yawn. Mikey didn't want him to sleep, though, but Donnie was always stubborn. He grasped Mikey's left arm, tugging it as he brought the arm next to his bear. Donnie sighed happily, snuggling against his two favorite things.

"Alright." Mikey said, his voice broken, "only until you fall asleep that you can have my arm." He joked, smearing away his tears with the right hand.

And even when Donnie did fell asleep, Mikey pulled his arm slowly away but didn't leave. He sat up, and through exhausted eyes he looked at Donnie sadly. It was only 11 am, and Mike had no desire to sleep. He picked up the teddy bear in between Donnie's arms, and tossed it to the corner of the bed.

His brother didn't need a teddy bear, he was old and – and mature to sleep without one, right? But Don instinctively reached in a desperate search for his bear, and Mikey sighed with a heavy heart and went on his knees to grab the bear back. He pulled up Donnie's arm gently, and placed the bear in-between his arms. Donnie snuggled against it, and Mike stared at the damaged head.

It was a realization; his smart brother was gone. There was going to be no more, "Mikey, don't touch that!" and no more of Mikey praising him with, "Great job, D! Your invention worked!"

The B team died the day Donnie disappeared, and there was no more "A team" or "B team," it was an all-together-team that needed to stay together for what has happened to their brother. And Mikey never realized the separation the two teams have done.

And throughout this past month, Mikey never had a sensation of lost hope, not until today…
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TBC...