Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else's.

Title: TMNT: Mafioso.

Rating: T

Pairings: April/Casey…. Cuz they're already together, reviewers can suggest a few other ones.

Genre: Crime/Family…. It can be considered a little bit humor too

Summary: Splinters dead, Michaelangelo is the leader of the Dragon-Foot clan, Leonardo is a bartender, Raphael is a loan-shark and Donatello's gone rogue turtle. Anything else? Oh, well Casey and April own a nightclub if it means anything….

Coping Method 1: Becoming evil.

"Master! Forgive me for my dishonorable acts!" The Dragon-Foot ninja begged; two of the four Elite Dragon-Foot ninjas were at both of his sides, holding his arms painfully behind his back and halting any chances of escape. "I swear to you, it was only a bit of foolishness!"

"Strange, I am not amused." The Leader of the Dragon-Foot clan, Michaelangelo, said; he was concealed completely in full ninja garb with a full-face mask, and a Dragon-Foot symbol (Purple Foot clan symbol) stamped on both shoulders of the uniform. A three-linked nunchaku was strapped to the back of his uniform.

"Please, my lord, I will do anything! Just spare me!" The Dragon-Foot ninja begged, his lens-covered eyes were pleading for mercy. Mercy that the leader would not deliver.

"Hmm… Death or torture?" Michaelangelo amused aloud, purposely terrifying his subject "How about a little bit of both? Your fate rests upon your ability to survive." He looked to his Elites "Strip him naked and lock him in a cage of gay gorillas. And, paint his thing yellow so it looks like a banana." The Dragon-Foot ninja's expression was nothing but horrified "In three days, let him out; if he's dead, then bury him. If he's alive, laugh at his expense."

The Elites dragged the screaming non-conformist away, Michaelangelo stayed sitting on the mat between the pillars of his chambers.

Out from behind a large hanging curtain, a teenaged purple-haired girl with brown eyes in a pink kimono came out and walked towards him "What did that poor sap do, Mike?" She asked, cocking a stud-pierced eyebrow.

"He held a 'rally' against my 'tyranny'." Mike put air-quotation around some of the words "Really, if these morons hate being in the Dragon-Foot clan so bad, they could just leave and join the Bloods or the Crips." He crossed his arms.

"Eh, ninja-punks are kind of moron-ish." The girl mused.

"Glad to see you understand, Angel." Mike said; Angel was his go-to gal; well, actually, she was his advisor, and one of his best henchmen. When he first took over the Foot clan, she was the one who convinced him to take control of the Purple Dragons and put the two organizations together. Now the Dragon-Foot clan ruled the crime world of New York with an iron fist.

"Are my brothers dead yet?" Mike asked, he frowned when she shook her head. "They still shit-deep in grief?" Angel nodded "Huh," he thought aloud "they really need to learn how to cope, I'm mean; I'm coping." Mike shrugged.

"Enslaving your former enemies and punishing the disloyal with humorous fates is not coping," Angel scoffed "it's a clear sign of having mental issues!"

"Do you want to be gang-raped by fruity primates too?" He threatened, although Angel was not affected because she knew he wouldn't follow through with a threat towards her.

"I'd choose that over the cesspool." She said indignantly "Although, when you decided to purchase a cage of homosexual gorillas, I thought you were nuts, but you decided to put them to use."

"I had it planned all along." Mike chuckled evilly, a malicious look in his eyes. "Although, do you know how hard it was to find gay gorillas? I don't even have a guy for that! I was temped to tell Stockman-Stein to just genetically design some, but no he told me gay-ness wasn't genetic."

Angel rolled her eyes "Stockman-Stein is so annoying, why do you keep him around?"

"Because Don is way too solo to be the Dragon-Foot top scientist. And Doctor Chaplin is great and all, but he's a little too unreliable." Mike shrugged and got up from the lotus position on his mat "Come on, we have to go visit my favorite prisoners."

Part of taking over two crime organizations was, instead of killing, keeping the two former leaders prisoner so he could mock them in his spare time. Deep in the bowels of the Dragon-Foot clan skyscraper was a secret floor, which was dungeon. You couldn't be an evil mastermind without a dungeon, it only made sense.

Inside one of the cells, was Oroku Saki… Or at least, the bright red utrom without his metal suit. Mike decided to drive him nuts by putting him in a 'safety' sponge cell, with an electrified force-field instead of iron bars. Inside another cell, a concrete one with iron bars, was his daughter Karai. And finally, inside of another safety cell was Hun, former Purple Dragon leader, who was in an extra-strong straight jacket.

"I will destroy you!" The partially charred utrom Shredder screamed at him and tried to throw himself at Mike – only to be burst off of the electrified force-field and fly back to the spongy wall with somewhat of a splat. "I am the only Shredder!"

"Don't fry yourself, worm." Mike taunted "Squid is one of my favorites after all." The red utrom glared at him.

He was considering freeing Karai – she never caused much trouble and never spoke, all she really did was meditate to stop herself from going nuts. But, he didn't because she was too loyal to her adopted father.

Hun was kept in a straight-jacket because overtime Mike got tired of him punching and kicking walls to threaten him, and then he got tired of his yelling so his vocal cords were eventually ripped out too. Hun glared at him and mouthed M-rated words at him.

"Soups on." Angel said and dropped food trays into the food-slots of the cells – unidentified mush for the Utrom Shredder, green tea and rice balls for Karai (she got things easier than the other two because of her good behavior) and a green salad without ranch and a glass of water for Hun.

"Oh, and the Dragon-Foot clan is doing marvelous by the way," Mike said to all three "I'm doing way better than you three washed-up has-beens." Utrom Shredder cussed and swore at him, Karai sent him a glare and Hun scowled.

"I will get you." Utrom Shredder growled at Mike as he and Angel started to leave the dungeon.

Mike laughed like a maniac "Have fun with that on the last two weeks you have on death row!" He said and closed the heavy stone door.

Stockman-Stein was a brain in a jar…. Literally, a brain in a jar that ran the power grid and computer system throughout the Dragon-Foot enterprise. His actually name was Doctor Baxter Stockman, but he was nick-named Stockman-Stein by many because of his mad-scientist tendencies.

Believe it or not, he was loyal to Michaelangelo; because the new Dragon-Foot leader had been the one who put the Utrom Shredder in a cage. Stockman-Stein had a serious grudge against the Shredder, because it had been Oroku Saki who took his body apart until he was nothing but a brain, which was then stored into a jar.

Although the man-brain-thing was egotistical, he still delivered the goods when Mike demanded them. Unfortunately, Stockman did not get along with Donatello.

"Stockman-Stein." Mike commanded his top scientist as he and Angel entered the lab.

"Yes, my lord?" The robotic voice of Stockman-Stein came through the machinery.

"Double-Check the security and put the cesspool on screen, audio output included." Mike instructed; on one of the many screens, the image of a cell came up; a concrete 'sunken' room where traitorous foot ninjas were standing waist-deep in shit and were drinking coffee.

Mike pushed the audio-output button and his voice broadcasted into the room "Alright, coffee-break's over; get back on your heads!" He commanded.

Angel laughed; the cesspool was one of her favorite punishments; it didn't really hurt anyone (except for their pride and dignity) since they were allowed breathing tubes, but it was extremely humiliating and fucking funny to watch. Mike joined in on the laugher.

"Mike, you are one fucked up bastard, you know that?" Angel asked and wiped the tiny laugh-tears from her eyes.

Michaelangelo beamed "I know." He said. "Being evil has its perks after all."

Me: That is how I believe Michaelangelo would be like if he was evil. Backstory after all of the turtles have their own chapters. Told you this story was part humor.