Forgotten [TMMT]

Chapter One | Guys?

Michaelangelo POV

Silence, my thoughts ran wild, cursing and swarming around me, nagging at me like dogs. Snapping their jaws with quick, bitter strikes, leaving no wounds yet still filling my heart with strife.

"Is that all you have, michael?"

A cold, rugged voice spoke, separating me from my thoughts. Before me stood a figure frozen, the air around them turning icy like the wind. Chills ran down my shell as I looked up to meet the eyes of my brother.

My dear, loveable brother. At least, that's what I should say. Yet no warmth filled his cold green eyes as they bore into mine. The only thing warm about him were his fists, which gladly met my own.

"Get up, we haven't finished training,"

They spoke harshly, directing that negative energy towards me as I stumbled forward, pulling myself up as I felt my knees cry out. Before I could even stand a fist came flying at me, slamming into my side, causing me to scatter to my side. I fell hard, my breath sputtering as I coughed.

"Raph, why!? I wasn't ready!"

My voice spurred, still gagging upon air as it breached my damaged lungs. Everything hurt, I had simply been tuning it out with my thoughts.

As usual, nothing unique there.

"Who cares if it's fair? Our enemy doesn't. You need to prepare for those instances!"

The voice commanded, no softness or hint of regret peaking throughout his voice. What cruelty, no concern at all, for the possibility his younger brother might've ended up injured in the attack.

I rolled myself over, my breathing still heaving as I quickly sprung forward, pulling out my numchucks and preparing for a proper duel between brothers.

Sadly, this wasn't what I would get. Instead, I was meant by grim, mocking laughter as my brother leaped back, easily avoiding each of my swipes with ease. Treating my attacks as mere games to his amusement, snickering down at me with made a small part of me burn with anger.

"Ohh, seems little orange does have some fight left in him!"

Raph cooed before slamming his fist down. Smacking my body down with the force of the impact, I was unable to avoid the spur attack. I dry heaved, curling up as his breathing shook, I struggled to breathe as I laid upon a tamayo mat. Raph never held his punches for better or for worse. He often beating his youngest black and blue during training sessions, despite knowing he was the most frail among the group.

I wouldn't answer, mostly because I couldn't, and wasn't aware of what to say. Breathing hurt, my back hurt. I was shocked he hadn't fractured my shell with that last strike. It's not like he hasn't done it before, though.

"Raphael! Stop this at once, michaelangelo is no longer capable of fighting,"

A voice that should bring comfort, if it wasn't so stern. Their father, a far older taller rat mutant, approached from his room. Using a long cane to help his walk, approaching the sparing pair who froze amongst their training.

"I'm fine..!"

I heaved out, pulling myself together, bringing my arms underneath myself as I tried to pull up. I pushed myself back into a sitting position, just long enough to see master splinter pause in his approach. I look between the pair, from my brother to my father, never radiated 'love' as some may call it. Only expectations I couldn't manage.