Disclaimer: Guess what? Still doesn't own the TMNT. Why can't that change? D: xD

Summary: A turtle must fight his memories to keep the love to his family alive…

Main Character: Michelangelo… (And a liiittle bit Raphael)

A/N: I have told myself so many times: "Now that I have started over on I will not write a chapter story". Well… Guess what I just did! :) I'm soooo good at keeping promises with myself xD. The main reason that I didn't want to write a chapter story is because I'm often so bad at updating. But then I figured out this fairly good plot, but it wouldn't work so well in a one-shot so therefore I made it a chapter story. But it won't have so many chapters. And this time I didn't use Donatello as a main character… Let's give the other turtles a chance to prove themselves ;). Only Leo left out to be a main character… I'm not so good with that one… Well, let us enjoy this story :D

As always, R&R ;) (First chapter is a prologue chapter, just because I needed one to prepare myself xD)

Silver Iron

Prologue

"How about this one then, my lord? He's sensitive, easy to break down." A picture landed on the desk in front of him, revealing a purple-bandana turtle, handling a long bo-staff towards his enemies. Shredder took a long look at the picture before he finally shook his head.

"No, he is not easy enough." He said, glancing toward the man who gave him the picture. Bishop seemed to search trough papers before he finally grabbed a new picture and quickly shot a glance towards it. A crocked smile placed itself on his lips before he laid the picture in front of Shredder. Shredder glanced down on it and suddenly everything felt right.

"He's perfect…"

"You're useless!"

'Raph, is that you?'

"Mikey, what were you thinking?"

'Don… What do you mean?'

"… Kick you off the team…"

'What? Leo… No!'

"Michelangelo, I am disappointed…"

'Master Splinter…'

Michelangelo's body twitched, jerked and shivered all over. Sweating his body suddenly tensed all over before he let out a cry, a harsh cry while tears started to roll down on his cheeks. He felt anger, sadness and pure disappointment, didn't his family love him? Sixteen years together, sixteen years of believing his brothers and father loved him and then he got this? Voices that denied him, voices that said harsh word and slowly pulled him down in his misery.

Surely, he didn't believe in these voices that echoed in his head – or rather – he didn't want to believe in them. But… How could you not believe in your memories? How could you deny something that apparently had happened, or had been said?

Michelangelo didn't know and he didn't want to know. For now, he wanted to be alone and grief in his own darkness.

Soooo, what do you think of it so far? :D Hopefully the prologue was good, and if not, hopefully the rest of the story is good! R&R is always loved and I will need support to finish this story ;) Show me that you want to hear the rest :D

Don't know when the next chapter is coming up, I'm working hard on it right now :)