December 12th, Chocolate

It was the third day of torture, and Michelangelo almost wanted to kill himself just for some action.

He wasn't allowed to go on patrol tonight. And he probably wasn't gonna be for a while. Damn that stupid wound. Raphael so owned him – but he would never mention it even as a joke, the hot-headed turtle seemed off around his little brother since that night although he always tried to hide it, and it saddened Michelangelo with a slight presence of annoyance.

April pulled a chair beside him. "So, Mikey… what's up?"

"All mutant turtles in New York except for me," Michelangelo answered without raising his head from the kitchen table he had been leaning his forehead on. "Donnie forbid me to go upside for whole week because of this stupid thing; and he said he'll 'think about it' after a week." He had used air quotes. "I am bored, April."

"Yeah, I know, you say that a lot recently. Like, six times an hour at least."

"Because I am bored."

"Mikey, do you have any idea how bad you are wounded? By the time Raph brought you back, you were soaking blood. Even your shell was broken; I may not be a turtle but I can guess how hard it is to break them. Isn't that why you are wounded this badly in the first place anyways?"

"Why does everyone think I don't know that? I am the one who is hurt with every move that is faster than a snail!" He threw his hands in the air furiously.

"If it's that so, you must be already aware that you shouldn't move fast then."

"BUT I AM BORED!" Michelangelo suddenly got his head up and punched the table with both his fists. The sudden movement in his left side caused a small, but sharp feeling that made him shriek with pain.

"Mikey!" April seemed worried as he reached out to Michelangelo. "Are you okay?"

"Y- Yeah…" Michelangelo managed to say, biting his lower lip. "Apparently my body wants to punish me for punching the innocent table."

April sighed. "If you're so bored, then why don't you get a hobby?"

"I already read all my comic books, there is nothing on TV, and I completed all my video games in last three days… Leo promised that they'd get me some more comics and games, but they are not here yet, obviously. So nuh, that option is out of order, girl."

"Mikey, playing video games or reading comics can't be a hobby. Hobby means doing something productive for fun."

"No offense dudette, but that's funny. 'Productive' and 'fun' can't be used in the same sentence. Wait, but I just used it… Hmm… Then they can't be used in the same sentence unless they are used to say they can't be used in the same sentence."

"Uhm, come again?" But as soon as Michelangelo opened his mouth to talk, April stopped him. "Actually, don't. Back to the topic, being productive can be fun. Look at Donnie; he always builds some strange stuff for fun."

"He is a nerd, April. Nerds have fun with not having fun. I am a cool guy, I need real fun."

"But 'real fun'…" April used air quotes. "…is out of your reach right now, isn't it?"

Michelangelo groaned. He knew that. It was why he was sitting in the kitchen without doing anything after all. Why else would someone sit in the kitchen without even eating anyways?

"Look, you were always the one who made your birt- I mean, mutation day cakes, right? And you said you guys never had a real cake before?"

Michelangelo nodded, wondering where she was getting at.

"Then why don't you bake a real cake this time? I'll get the ingredients, there must be at least a shop that is still open topside at this hour; and while I'm there, you look for the recipe on the internet and text me if you want something extra for it. After I'm back, we can bake the cake."

"Sure," Michelangelo replied. Again, he had no better choice.

(…)

"I win!" Raphael exclaimed as he entered the lair, running.

"You cheated!" Leonardo jumped through the toll bars, with Donatello following him from behind.

"There was nothing said about slidin-" Raphael cut his sentence to sniff the air. "Hey, what is this?"

His brothers imitated his action. "It's something sweet," Donatello remarked. "But I can't name it."

"It's familiar, but…" Leonardo sniffled again. "All I can understand is that it's something baked."

"Then let's find out!" Raphael rushed to the kitchen, not turning around to see if others were following his action. He pulled the curtain aside, just to find Michelangelo wandering in front of the kitchen counter.

"Oh, hey Mikey." Raphael approached him. He was about to pat his back in a little harsh way like he always did to his little brother, but he pulled back when he remembered about the injury he had caused. "We brought you your games and stuff, they are with Donnie," he said with a lot less cheerful tone.

"Raph, why do you-" Michelangelo started, but he was interrupted by Leonardo who just walked in with Donnie.

"Hey, Mikey. What's this scent coming from?"

"I baked a cake, to surprise you guys!" Michelangelo sounded excited. "Guess the flavor!"

"A cake? Mikey, I don't think my stomach is-"

"Not ready for chocolate, Donnie?" Michelangelo asked cockily.

"CHOCOLATE?!" His brothers exclaimed, rushing beside him.

"Chocolate cake? Like, from real chocolate?"

"Not from mud and worms, right?"

"Is that what's smelling? Because it smells delicious, Mikey!"

Michelangelo chuckled at their excitement. He opened the oven to get the cake out. "It's real chocolate, guys. April got the stuff, and I baked them."

"Whoa…" Older turtles gasped simultaneously. Not only smell, it looked delicious too. All the cake was plastered over with a thick layer of chocolate, and the top was decorated with a shell shaped green frosting.

"It's not only milk chocolate. Well, it is on the cover, but in the cake, I used both milk and white chocolate frosting one on the top of another. My idea." Michelangelo beamed, but all attention was on the cake in his hands.

"Great, awesome, cool story bro; but can we eat it now?!" Raphael asked impatiently.

"Well, Sensei is still training April in the dojo, but if we make sure we saved slices for them-"

Before Michelangelo could finish talking, the cake was taken away and tortured by three cannibal mutants who didn't even bother to take plates to use.

"This is awesome, bro!" Raphael commented eagerly with a full mouth. "I think I am having a 'tastegasm' here."

"I would say that this isn't even a word, but it officially is now…" Donatello took three morsels worth of cake on his fork and stuffed it in his mouth. "…since I can't find a better word to describe this magnificent feelings the cake is causing."

"Mikey…" Leonardo gulped to make room for more cake in his mouth. "You can use this cake to spike the eggnog this Christmas, because I think I got drunk just by eating this."

"Dudes, I wanna taste it too," Michelangelo whined as he tried to reach out for the cake. Splinter and April would be the luckiest creatures alive if they could even see crumbs of this cake if it went on like this only two minutes more.