A/N: Okay, I know I should be working on Tears Never Shed or even Judgment but I really wanted to give this one a shot. This was influenced by Pat Banatar's song Hell is for Children. This story will contain child abuse, adult themes, drug usage, and references of war and battle. So bare with me and let me know how you guys think it's going and how I'm doing with it. Reviews are always appreciated!

The sun was bright and gazing down on the creatures below. The birds sung against the blissful feel of the small breeze that danced in between the leaves of the forest trees that made a cover around the Japanese home. Inside this home was loud and filled with cheer. In the courtyard were four young turtle boys, being trained in the way of ninja. Each with there own personal trainer except for one. The youngest of the four, young Michelangelo and the ripe age of five, sat on the side of the court yard, swinging his little feet in the air as he braced himself on the bench. His attention faltered between his brothers to the stray butterfly that crossed by his beak once in a while, making him giggle ever so lightly.

Michelangelo looked at his eldest brother Leonardo going through katas with his trainer Usagi. Only being ten, Leo was already announced as protege, his technique, his skill it was phenomenal. Young Mikey's eyes transferred to his second eldest Donatello. His intelligence and grace out shined the rest of them. He sat by the old oak tree, reading a science book with the human named April who was more then willing to help teach Donatello everything she knew. Mikey giggled every time he saw Donnie blush. Being around the woman was causing a chemical reaction in Donnie.

Mikey smirk looked over to his third eldest, closer in age Mikey loved to mess with. Raphael was with his trainer Casey, helping him better control his strength and ability but Mikey argued it was his anger he needed practice on. Mikey enjoyed the small bickering that was shared between he and Casey, seeing the friendship forming between him and his hot-headed brother. All of his brothers had such a wonderful bond with their trainers, except for Mikey. But the small turtle didn't care much for it, he just liked having his brothers to play with. Of course his father has gotten numerous amount of trainers for Michelangelo to help with his focus, but none could ever handle his hyperactive persona or his endless amount of energy and left as soon as they came. Mikey looked over to see his father sitting on the porch, sipping at his tea gingerly, enjoying the weather and the progress of his eldest sons.

Michelangelo knew his father was a very important man. Master Splinter was the right hand man, or rat so to say, for the great master Hamato Yoshi. Mikey very much enjoyed when Yoshi would come to their home for he would spoil Mikey with candies and treats. He was happy his father worked with such a nice man.

Mikey very much appreciated everything about their father. His patience was of virtue when it came to training young Michelangelo. Even he had troubles when it came to Mikey's wondering mind. But, at the end of the day, his father pampered him and loved him just as his other brothers, maybe even more for him being the youngest. Mikey wasn't complaining one bit.

But at this moment he was bored. Some of things that he expressed more then his brothers did was his speed, agility, and cunning. And also his mischievous motives, especially when it came to gaining some attention. He stood up and strode over coolly over to Raphael, who at the time was taking kicks to the small soft pouches Casey was wearing over his hands. Mikey made sure he was not in his brothers sight and quickly pushed him forward, watching him stumble over proving the point that Raphael was not balance just yet. When Raphael gain his footing, he looked at his baby brother and growled.

"Yer gonna get it Mikey!" He yelled before chasing after Michelangelo and full speed. Mikey yelped and ran away from his angered brother, giggling with glee as he ran passed Donatello and tapped him on the head.

"Tag! Your it!" Mikey called as he continued to run. Donatello was about to protest but soon enough, Raphael came tumbling in, stomping all over his papers, making them flutter in the air and smashed in the mud. Donnie growled as he took off after his brothers. Mikey was happy his plan was coming into play. But now he was faced with the hardest challenge, big brother Leo. Leonardo was king of focus, trying ever so hard to please father in anyway he could. It was a great challenge to get his brother to loosen up and just have some fun for a minute or so.

He ran around his brother and wrapped his arms around his waist. Leo was temporary stunned, unsure what was going on around him.

"Protect me Leo!" Mikey yelled through a giggle as he his his face in his brother carapace. Leo looked back up at his two other brothers to see them already getting tired out but where willing to continue the pursuit of their younger brother. Leo smirked as he turned around quickly and grabbed Mikey from under his arms and brought him to the front, facing Raph and Don.

"Now Mikey, good ninja's take their punishments with no arguments." Leo said, smirking at his brothers. Raph and Donnie approached their prone brother, making Mikey gulp but was soon busting out laughing as their fingers glided around his body, making him laugh uncontrollably. No matter how obnoxious their younger brother was, they loved him dearly.

Splinter sat and watched the performance of his sons and the act of manipulation done by his youngest, smiling at the accomplishment the small one acquired. Even though he himself taught his sons the way on Ninjistu and the ways of Bushido, he has other trainers for their own personal needs. Understanding that each of his sons were drastically different from one another and needed more time with training, Splinter just could not require the time to do so. Being and father and the Lord's right hand was a plate full of responsibility.

Splinter thought back to when he first found the young boys, beaten and thrown away like trash in an alleyway back when Michelangelo was nothing more then a mere infant. He met these young boys after an attack on a village under the control Oroku Saki, Hamato Yoshi's greatest enemy. They came to that village to liberate the men and women and give them freedom. He remembered going into a home that was torn and battered, assuming to be abandoned for cover for him and his men.

He came in to be introduced to the four young boys. He still remembers how small and frail they all looked, so malnourished and abused. He remembered his men suggested that they should be taken to a camp outside of the village for shelter and food. Splinter was alone with no wife or children. He looked into the elder three boys eyes and saw determination and fight. He recalled taking the infant into his arms and holding him tightly to his chest, watching him smile up at him, reaching his chubby little arms up to Splinter, laughing. He determined then he would take these boys in as his own and train them to be warriors and be able to protect themselves and each other, never having to worry about a life of fright and sadness.

He understood taking in the three eldest would be a challenge. They had experience life slightly, forming what they wanted. Leonardo wanted to be better, the best at that. He wanted this so he can be proud to call himself Ninja and be able to protect his family at any cost. Raphael was a harder one to deal with. From when he met the small, golden gazed boy, he looked to have more bruising, more painful memories behind his scars considering to only being a small toddler. His anger fueled him, his instinct to fight. This was something Splinter knew he would have to fight with for the rest of the young turtles life but knew they could manage. Young Donatello was another story. He was fascinated by the world, even under the conditions they were in, he found it to be intellectually desirable. His admiration for the technology and use of medicines was enough for him to be willing to train. His three eldest had something in their past that made them want something more, train for something better.

His challenge was Michelangelo. He was only an infant when he was brought into Splinter's home, knowing nothing of the outside world from his very small past. Splinter was intrigued by the way Michelangelo saw things, as if everything was good in some way. He was light, a pure light that kept his small family whole. He was greatly favored by all the generals because of his optimistic outlook and loved by all the maids from his adorable expressions. And even though Mikey showed great, athletic skill, something his brothers all had to train to achieve, his focus was not on the training but on life itself. Even though Splinter encouraged Michelangelo to continue his explorations of the world, he still needed him to pay attention and train like the rest of his brothers. Any trainer that Splinter came to posses, were never able to fully comprehend Michelangelo's wild nature. He sighed and took another sip of his tea.

"You keep sighing like that my old friend, you'll be aging faster then the rest of us." Splinter looked up to be met with an old friend.

"Oh Daimyo what a pleasant surprise. Please excuse me for not meeting you at the door." Splinter bowed from where he sat. The Daimyo bowed back before taking a seat next to Splinter.

"I can see why you wouldn't want to get up." He said, looking forward. Splinter looked back at the court yard to see Mikey had somehow gotten out of his hold from his brothers and was being chased all around the yard. The trainers stayed on the side, enjoying the innocent fun coming from the children. Splinter smiled, not dismissing the fact that seeing the happiness coming from his sons was calming in a way.

"Owyyy Raphie that hurts!" He heard Mikey cry, seeing Raphael stretching his younger brother's face as Donatello and Leonardo stood and laughed at the teasing of their younger brother. Splinter laughed quietly at the teasing, loving the relationship between the brothers.

"So, they are still doing good with their trainers?" The Daimyo asked. Splinter nodded at his friend.

"They are all doing exceptionally well." The Daimyo hummed in understanding, taking a sip of tea he pored himself.

"Still no trainer for Michelangelo?" He asked between sips. Splinter shook his head.

"Just lost the last one a week ago." He admitted.

"You know, I wouldn't think such a high spirited child could chase away so many trainers." The Daimyo said with a chuckle. Splinter hummed.

"I would train his mind myself if I could. Yoshi has had so many new assignments lately I'm lucky if I am even home." Splinter admitted. For a moment, The Daimyo sat there and thought before snapping in the air.

"Have you tried asking Master Fueli?" He asked. Splinter's head shot up.

"Oh I couldn't ask an old friend to help attend to such a tedious problem. I am sure he doesn't have the time." He countered.

"Please my old friend, Kaju Fueli has all the time in the world now after being decommissioned from the army after loosing his sight in one of his eyes. He trains young men to become stronger warriors. I even have my son learning from him." Daimyo said proudly. Splinter's ears perked up instantly.

"How does young Faun prosper?" He asked.

"I have never seen him so focused before. Of course some of his tactics might be a little rougher then most but overall he has been told to be the perfect pupil." Daimyo smiled at the thought of his son achieving so much. Splinter tightened his grip lightly on his cup.

"I do honor Fueli and would trust him with my life, but harsh treatment I fear might be too much on my young Michelangelo. He is young and so free I wouldn't want to tamper it too much." Splinter admitted. Daimyo reached over and patted Splinter's shoulder lightly.

"Ah my dear friend you are a wonderful father to all your sons. But, your three eldest have already have formed some type of discipline, young Michelangelo has not. Let Fueli have him for a couple of weeks and I promise you the progress will be remarkable. I am sure he will be able to tame that wild personality of his." Daimyo praised. Splinter pondered over it for a moment. Although the training techniques of Master Fueli are never announced, he never disappoint when having some of the best students. His only fear was that his techniques would be too harsh for Michelangelo. With a sigh he looked back at his friend.

"I will call him and see his suggestions." He said.

"Excellent! I promise you Splinter you will not be disappointed by the results." Daimyo gave a hearty laugh. Splinter looked back at the court and saw his sons running around once again, enjoying the day, enjoying the peace, enjoying each others company. He only hoped that Mast Fueli will be able to help him in his goal to train is spirited child's mind.