The Turtle and the Murderer

What's That?

Suddenly, Mikey and Nora heard a metal object move. Then, there were voices. Mikey froze, having recognized said voices. "Mikey!" Leo. "Mikey, where are you?" Donnie. "Mikey, where the shell did ya run off to?!" Raph. They were panicking. He could feel their panic from the rooftop. Now it sounded like they were going up the fire escape. Nora took out her knife and cut the cheek she had licked. Mikey winced, before feeling comfort. She licked the wound clean and backed away. He turned to face her while she spoke. "I'm sorry. I did that so your Brothers wouldn't think we were just hanging out." Nora stated, remorseful for hurting him. Mikey placed his hand on his cheek and smiled at Nora. "It's okay, I forgive you." Mikey spoke softly. Nora smiled and ran off. Mikey just stood there, almost forgetting that his Brothers were climbing the fire escape.

Raph jumped up on the roof. As soon as he saw Nora's silhouette, he darted towards her. He ran past Mikey while yelling. "Get back here and fight!" Raph bellowed angrily. Leo came up next, then Donnie. Leo and Donnie ran to their Baby Brother and examined him. They were slightly trembling. "Mikey, are you okay? Do you know if you're okay? Did she hurt you?" Leo asked frantically. Donnie noticed the scratch before Leo and yelled. "Here! She scratched his cheek!" Donnie yelled frantically. Leo took hold of Mikey's cheek to examine it. Mikey could hear Raph yell again. "I swear, if ya touch him again, I am kicking yer ass!" Raph bellowed, louder than the first. 'Ass...?' Mikey thought quizzically. He's never heard that word before.

Before Mikey could ask, he winced when Leo touched the actual scratch. Leo paused, Donnie took out Antiseptic, and Raph was running like a bull towards his Brothers. He took a swift halt in front of Mikey. He looked at Mikey, concern and anger showing on his face. "Michelangelo Hamato, what were ya thinkin' bein' outside without us?" Raph yelled, causing Mikey to flinch. Mikey's breathing got irregular enough to where his vision went black. He could hear his Brothers calling his name, but he couldn't answer. He felt numb. Soon enough, Mikey went to his Dream Land.

Mikey woke up in his room. His vision was very blurry. He looked around to see his clean room. His vision had fully cleared, now. No one was there. He sat up slowly, wondering if the Night was a dream. Then, he felt sore on his neck. He flinched slightly. He placed his hand gingerly on his neck. He got off his bed and went under it to grab his hand mirror. He lifted it towards the left side of his neck, only to find a bruise there. Mikey's eyes widened. 'What the...?' Mikey thought, quizzically scanning the bruise. He saw dents around the bruise. He was utterly confused. 'Did Donnie inject me with something?' Mikey thought for a moment. He put the mirror away and walked to his door. He checked the time. '6:15 in the morning. Splinter should be up by now, right?' Mikey thought questionably. He turned his doorknob and opened his door.

The first thing he saw was the Main Lair. No one was in there, either. 'They must be sleeping by now.' Mikey thought calmly. He quietly walked down the stairs, past the Punching Dummy, TV, and Couch. Finally, he made it to the Dojo door. He silently walked in and scanned the room. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He walked to Splinter's Shoji and knocked. Having heard the knock, Splinter came back to his senses and spoke. "Who is it?" Splinter asked. He wasn't expecting any of his sons to be up, yet. "It's just Mikey." Mikey said cautiously. Splinter raised a brow and told Mikey to enter. Mikey slowly entered and was met with his Father's concerned eyes.

"What is troubling you, Michelangelo?" Splinter asked carefully. Mikey shifted his feet nervously. He was looking down with his hands behind his back. Mikey sighed and spoke. "Splinter... Do you know what's on my neck...?" Mikey asked softly. He seemed nervous about the mark. Splinter stood up and walked towards Mikey. He looked at his son with concern. He felt like something wasn't right. "Which side, my son?" Splinter asked, having no clue what his youngest was talking about. Mikey shifted again, more nervous than ever. "M-my left..." Mikey spoke quietly. Splinter tilted his head slightly. Then, he examined the mark on Mikey.

Splinter's eyes widened. He was very shocked to see this. He recognized the "bruise" on Mikey's neck. He looked back at his son with concern and sternness. "My son, where did you get that...?" Splinter asked sternly. Mikey shifted again. 'I guess Donnie didn't do anything.' Mikey thought calmly. Suddenly, a memory played in his mind. It was of Nora nibbling him. Mikey blushed a light pink. It was so light, that Splinter had almost missed it. Mikey took a deep breath before speaking. "N-Nora nibbled me...?" Mikey answered quietly. Splinter raised a brow. He stood straight with his hands folded. "Now, who is, 'Nora'?" Splinter asked curiously. Mikey looked up and blushed a little darker pink. Splinter raised his brow a little higher. Mikey kept shifting, as if it were hard for him to say. 'Does he know something that I don't?' Splinter thought concerned. Mikey sighed and answered. "Nora is my attacker's name..." Mikey reluctantly replied. Splinter froze. Him and Mikey just stood there for about five minutes. All the while, there was silence; Nothing but that.

After a while, Splinter managed to get his bearings together and spoke. "So, you mean to tell me that your attacker 'nibbled' you...?" Splinter asked carefully. He was trying to stay calm, but that failed. He looked like he had several emotions on his face all at once. Mikey nodded his head slowly before looking away. Splinter facepalmed and sighed heavily. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mikey with tears in his eyes. Splinter looked at Mikey with sadness in his eyes. He knelt down to Mikey's eye level (Which wasn't too far down.) He sighed again before speaking. "Michelangelo, that is called a, 'Hickey'..." Splinter stated carefully, making sure that his son wouldn't freak out.

Mikey just tilted his head in confusion. Splinter raised his brow at this reaction. "Don't you mean 'Hockey'? Even so, I didn't know there was more than one Hockey." Mikey stated innocently. Splinter almost gushed from how innocent his youngest was. However, he knew he had to stay focused. He shook his head lightly before answering. "No, my son. This, 'bruise' is called a, 'Hickey'; Not a 'Hockey'." Splinter replied calmly, having calmed his nerves. Mikey still didn't seem to understand. "What's that?" Mikey asked. Splinter just thought this was cute, so he smiled. He placed his hand on Mikey's head gently. He stroked Mikey's head softly. "You will understand that fully when you're older..." Splinter said playfully. Mikey gasped, then pouted. Splinter chuckled, which soothed Mikey's nerves. Mikey smiled at his Father.