A/N: As promised, one day later, here is the epilogue.

Disclaimer: It is depressing to keep reporting this fact, but I still do not own the turtles.

Chapter 26-Epilogue

Three months have passed since the Hamato clan was reunited.

Michelangelo sat on the couch, furiously sketching in his book. For the past few days, Mikey and his sketchbook have been inseparable. Occasionally, the young artist would stare at one of his brother's upper arms, then return to his scribbles.

Leonardo and Raphael walked out of the dojo. They began heading towards their little brother.

Shifting his shoulder, Leo couldn't help but wince at the movement as it tugged on his side. The wound had healed nicely, but it was taking time for all of the scar tissue underneath to break down.

The motion did not go unnoticed by Raphael. The red clad turtle put a comforting hand on Leo's shoulder. "Give it time bro."

The blue masked turtle let out a sigh as he nodded. "Yeah, I know."

Leo sat on the couch first. "What are you drawing Mikey?"

Distracted Mikey answered. "Nothing."

Leo smiled. It was unusual for the youngster to keep his art to himself for so long. Usually Mikey was showing off his work within the first few minutes.

Raph approached the couch from the opposite side. He quickly snatched the book out of Mikey's hands.

"Hey!"

Mikey reached out for his book. "Raph, give it back!"

"What have you been drawing Mikey?" Raph smirked and threw the book to Leo.

Mikey screeched. "Give that back!"

At the sudden commotion, Donatello walked into the room.

"Donnie heads up!" Leo tossed the book to Donatello.

Mikey cried out. "Leo, no! Give me that!"

Always the curious turtle, Donnie began flipping through the book. Mikey struggled to get out of Raph's grip.

"Guys come on!"

Donatello flipped to the last page and let out a gasp.

Sparking Leo's own curiosity, the eldest moved closer. "What is it Donnie?"

Leo's eyes fell onto the page. "Raph, you've got to see this."

Curious, Raph released his artistic brother and approached.

Defeated, Mikey slumped back onto the couch. There was no turning back now.

Raph leaned over and looked.

The page was covered in doodles. But it was the series of images at the center which stood out.

It was an upper arm. It could have been any one of their arms. Well, anyone of the three of them who were marked with a tattoo.

The first arm had the Foot Clan symbol on it. A perfect representation of the tattoo on Leo, Raph and Mikey's upper arms.

On the second arm, the Foot Clan symbol had been covered, by a striking fist. The fist covered most of the Foot image.

For the third arm, four rays of color had been added. The rays covered the remaining portions of the Foot image. Each ray represented one of the colors from each of the brothers' masks.

The rest of the page was littered with Foot Clan symbols. Some of them were covered with the Hamato crest, but the foot symbol would peek through the gaps of the flower. Other drawings had kanji for Hamato incorporated into it.

The three older brother's looked at the slumping form on the couch. Closing the book the trio approached.

Mikey wanted to melt into the couch. His face growing redder by the second.

Leo seated himself next to Mikey. Sensing his sibling's discomfort, Leo kept his voice soft. "Mikey?"

Keeping his eyes on the floor, Mikey mumbled. "I just thought with the Foot gone and all."

Raph perched himself on the arm rest, while Donnie sat on the floor, crossing his legs.

Donatello picked up on Mikey's intentions. "It's a tattoo cover up."

Squirming, Mikey nodded. Yes.

Leo said. "The four colors of the rays, that represents each one of us doesn't it?"

Not wanting to trust his voice, Mikey nodded again. Yes.

Raph crossed his arms in front of his plastron. "And the striking fist?"

Leo smiled. "That's the first move Master Splinter taught us. The proper way to throw a punch."

Mikey solemnly nodded. Yes.

The three elder brother's eyes met. Mikey's drawing was meant to represent them. The youngest had been sketching options to cover up their Foot Clan tattoo with a new one, something representing their clan. Their family.

Raphael uncrossed his arms. "Of course, if we agree to this you know what that means?" The predatory look he gave Donatello caused the genius turtle to shift backwards.

Donnie's voice wavered. "Raph?"

Following Raphael's train of thought, Leo teased. "There's no escaping the inevitable Donnie."

Mikey's head snapped up at the sudden change in his elder brothers.

Catching on, Donatello leapt to his feet as he let out a squeak. "Oh no!"

Donatello shot out of the living room as if someone had lit his tail on fire.

Laughing, Leo and Raph chased after him.

Puzzled Mikey remained still for a moment. Wait, what did I miss?

Donatello's voice carried back to the confused turtle, answering his question.

"There's no way you are marring my body with a tattoo!"

A mischievous grin crossed Mikey's face.

Suddenly everything made sense. Of course Donnie would run. The purple masked turtle was not a fan of tattoos. After all, he was currently the only one without one.

However, with the odds three against one, the ink shy turtle didn't stand a chance.

Mikey eagerly jumped off the couch as his jubilant voice rang out.

"Come join the dark side Donnie!"

A/N: You didn't really think I would leave the turtles marked by the Foot Clan, did you? Well, this chapter marks the end of NVN (for now, in the future you never know right?) Thank you for reading and taking the time to review. Reviews keep me motivated and I'm already working on a Raphael oneshot that I hope to post soon.