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A/N: Just to clarify, this story will jump around a little from before Raphael's capture, during it, and between POVs. The headings before each chapter should state the time:] Enjoy!
Four days before capture. Leonardo and Donatello are away at the junkyard.
The run wouldn't have been particularly difficult had it not been for the fact that he'd barely gotten any sleep the night before. It didn't help that Michelangelo had been especially chipper that night and nothing seemed to dampen his mood. But now Raphael was going to watch a movie and nothing was going to interfere if he could help it.
Of course Klunk just had to be curled up on his side of the couch. He'd hated the cat since Mikey had brought it home, and his feelings weren't changing tonight.
"Beat it stupid cat!" he heaved a pillow at the feline- who hissed and backed away with fur rising on end.
"Raph!" Michelangelo knelt in front of Klunk and coaxed him into his arms. He got to his feet, caressing the cat all the while and glaring daggers at Raphael. "Come on dude- I bet the only reason he hasn't warmed up to you is because you never give him a chance to get close!"
Raphael snorted, "I don' need some dumb cat in mah life." His annoyance growing as he watched Michelangelo nuzzling Klunk with a devotion that was painfully familiar.
"Maybe you do and you just don't know it-"
"What is it wit' ya?! Ya can't even keep yer room clean, what makes ya think ya can take care of a cat? Ya think this is the kind of life it wants? Trapped unda-ground foreva an' never able ta go topside?"
"I take him up sometimes-"
"Grow up," Raphael rolled his eyes, "He's gunna get loose and then get hit by a car, ripped up by a dog, or drown in tha sewers! An' good riddance." For a moment he felt a sick pride as he saw the dismay fly across his brother's face.
Suddenly disgusted with himself he struggled to bury the feeling but hurt flashed in Mikey's eyes, months of his older brother's obvious distaste for Klunk driving his sharp retort.
"Look it's not my fault you don't have Spike anymore Raph." Mikey's eyes widened as soon as the words left his mouth, wishing he could take it back.
It had been over three years since Spike's unfortunate demise but his comment hit home at once, the reawakening of the pain caused by the death of Raph's beloved pet turtle quickly sparked a rage in the hothead.
"Raph I'm sorry- I didn't-"
"Didn' know? O'course not- since when d'ya know anythin'?" Raphael burst out, "Ya say some of tha dumbest shit sometimes Mike. Leo an' Don neva say it out loud but ya know they're just as tired of yer shit. Ya know ya get away wit' it just cause yer such a baby. When are ya gonna learn ta keep yer fat mouth shut?" he rammed a shoulder into his brother, knocking him off balance and into the coffee table with a yelp, and stalked to the dojo.
"That time of the month again Raph?" Mikey asked softly, his voice trailing off after his brother's retreating form. He sighed, he'd seen Raphael increasingly on edge in the past few months and had been hoping he might be able to get through to the turtle that night.
Unfortunately that meant getting on his brother's good side, and he was starting to suspect it was gone altogether. It wasn't the first time in recent weeks that Raphael had yelled at him, but it still hurt coming from a brother he'd looked up to for most of his life.
"Don't listen to the angry turtle," he whispered to Klunk, more for his own benefit. The cat purred and licked the tear from his companion's face.
TBC
A/N: Yup, 2k12 reference w/Spike's name- I used it as a placeholder at first but now I can't imagine his name being any different

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A/N: Just to clarify, this story will jump around a little from before Raphael's capture, during it, and between POVs. The headings before each chapter should state the time:] Enjoy!
Four days before capture. Leonardo and Donatello are away at the junkyard.
The run wouldn't have been particularly difficult had it not been for the fact that he'd barely gotten any sleep the night before. It didn't help that Michelangelo had been especially chipper that night and nothing seemed to dampen his mood. But now Raphael was going to watch a movie and nothing was going to interfere if he could help it.
Of course Klunk just had to be curled up on his side of the couch. He'd hated the cat since Mikey had brought it home, and his feelings weren't changing tonight.
"Beat it stupid cat!" he heaved a pillow at the feline- who hissed and backed away with fur rising on end.
"Raph!" Michelangelo knelt in front of Klunk and coaxed him into his arms. He got to his feet, caressing the cat all the while and glaring daggers at Raphael. "Come on dude- I bet the only reason he hasn't warmed up to you is because you never give him a chance to get close!"
Raphael snorted, "I don' need some dumb cat in mah life." His annoyance growing as he watched Michelangelo nuzzling Klunk with a devotion that was painfully familiar.
"Maybe you do and you just don't know it-"
"What is it wit' ya?! Ya can't even keep yer room clean, what makes ya think ya can take care of a cat? Ya think this is the kind of life it wants? Trapped unda-ground foreva an' never able ta go topside?"
"I take him up sometimes-"
"Grow up," Raphael rolled his eyes, "He's gunna get loose and then get hit by a car, ripped up by a dog, or drown in tha sewers! An' good riddance." For a moment he felt a sick pride as he saw the dismay fly across his brother's face.
Suddenly disgusted with himself he struggled to bury the feeling but hurt flashed in Mikey's eyes, months of his older brother's obvious distaste for Klunk driving his sharp retort.
"Look it's not my fault you don't have Spike anymore Raph." Mikey's eyes widened as soon as the words left his mouth, wishing he could take it back.
It had been over three years since Spike's unfortunate demise but his comment hit home at once, the reawakening of the pain caused by the death of Raph's beloved pet turtle quickly sparked a rage in the hothead.
"Raph I'm sorry- I didn't-"
"Didn' know? O'course not- since when d'ya know anythin'?" Raphael burst out, "Ya say some of tha dumbest shit sometimes Mike. Leo an' Don neva say it out loud but ya know they're just as tired of yer shit. Ya know ya get away wit' it just cause yer such a baby. When are ya gonna learn ta keep yer fat mouth shut?" he rammed a shoulder into his brother, knocking him off balance and into the coffee table with a yelp, and stalked to the dojo.
"That time of the month again Raph?" Mikey asked softly, his voice trailing off after his brother's retreating form. He sighed, he'd seen Raphael increasingly on edge in the past few months and had been hoping he might be able to get through to the turtle that night.
Unfortunately that meant getting on his brother's good side, and he was starting to suspect it was gone altogether. It wasn't the first time in recent weeks that Raphael had yelled at him, but it still hurt coming from a brother he'd looked up to for most of his life.
"Don't listen to the angry turtle," he whispered to Klunk, more for his own benefit. The cat purred and licked the tear from his companion's face.
TBC
A/N: Yup, 2k12 reference w/Spike's name- I used it as a placeholder at first but now I can't imagine his name being any different