This is the sequel to "All My Fault"

The day after submitting that story on here, I came up with the idea for this and just had to write it. I'm not sure how well this came out, but I hope you guys enjoy it. Please read and review so I know what you think c:

By the way, just as a note, anything in italics is in Mikey's head. No one else can hear it but him and it's not really happening.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in any way, shape, or form(even though I wish that I did)

It's late.. Or actually early in the morning to be more precise.

The young sea green turtle is ready for bed, back in his room and laying down to get some rest.

He closes his eyes, trying to sleep when all of the sudden, something or someone stops him..

"Mikey..."

"Hmm...I'm sleeping..come back later.."

"Mikey, get up. It's me.." A familiar voice sounds, Michelangelo groaning as his eyes slowly flutter open. "R-Raphie?" He says, sitting up in his bed, his blue orbs taking in his surroundings. There...in the corner of his bedroom, stands Raphael, looking as good as new. It's as if he never died at all..

"Yeah...I knew ya couldn' forget me dat easily.. I have somethin' I need ya ta do fer me.. If ya follow what I say, we'll be together again.."

"Of course, Raph..I'll do anything for you..anything.. Just tell me what to do."

One month has gone by since Michelangelo stopped wearing the red bandana around his own head.

He travels through the sewer tunnels every now and then to see his deceased brother's shrine, or at least he used to. He recently stopped going and this is around the same time that the sea green turtle began to act more like his old self again. At first, he was still depressed, continuing to sleep in Raph's room, on the bed with the covers pulled up close to his face to take in the other's scent. Over time, as he progressed, he went back to his own room.

Mikey is now back to wearing his orange bandana. His weapon of choice, the Nunchucks, are keeping a special place on his belt where Raphael's Sais once were. Everyone seems to be doing okay...at least as okay as to be expected with the circumstances of losing a loved one.

The three other members of the Hamato family are setting the kitchen table, ready to start breakfast when Donatello leaves the area to retrieve the youngest sibling.

As he made it to Mikey's door, the purple clad turtle notices something a bit odd. He can hear his little brother's voice, though he is not simply talking as if Raphael can hear him from above. He seems to be having a conversation with someone, but his voice is the only thing that can be heard.

"I know, dude...I missed you too. It hasn't been the same without you." Michelangelo says, his voice only barely above being audible. Don gets closer to the door, pressing his ear slit against it.

"Haha that's not nice! I don't think I did that horrible of a job being you.. I mean...I got the accent right, didn't I?" He inquires, the sound of him laughing following a short pause.

Donatello shakes his head, a perplexed expression on his face as he knocks on the hinged barrier. "Mikey, time to eat!"

"Oh yes, I am starving! Be right there, Donnie-boy!" Michelangelo replies, as chipper as always as he quickly opens the door to his room, rushing past his older brother to get to the kitchen and eat.

Donatello smiles in amusement, following behind the smaller form in toe. He ends up taking the spot to the right of him at the table. Upon lowering himself to sit down, Mikey shouts, startling the whole family.

"You can't sit there!" He yells at Don, the turtle in purple shooting up from the chair before his bottom even makes contact with it. "Why, what's wrong?" Donnie inquires, looking down to make sure nobody tampered with the seat. "Everything looks intact."

"Raphie is sitting there..." Mikey replies, looking over at the empty seat beside him. "It's okay, dude...I think he just forgot that you always used to sit there. Don't be mad."

Leonardo, Donatello, and even Splinter stare at Michelangelo in awe. Did he just say Raphie? "My son..." The wise rat begins. "Are you feeling well?"

"Me? Yeah!" Mikey replies, bringing both of his hands up behind his neck to rest his head against them. "I haven't felt this great in a long time! Our family is whole again. It's what I've been hoping for since the attack! Anyway, what is for breakfast this morning, master Splinter?"

The others blink in confusion, Splinter clearing his throat, deciding that this cannot be too harmful.

It's most likely just a phase and Michelangelo will be better by the end of the month. "I have prepared bacon and eggs for all of you." The wise rat says, beginning to set a plate down in front of each of his sons.

"Sounds good. I promise I'll start cooking again soon so you don't have to." Mikey replies, seeing that Splinter did not give "Raphael" anything to eat.

"What about Raph?" He asks, Splinter's eyes widening in realization. "I'm sorry, my son..I did not make enough."

"That's okay." The turtle in orange tells his father, getting up from his chair. "I'll get an extra plate out and just share with him."

While Mikey is getting the plate, Leonardo leans forward in his seat, whispering to his mentor. "Sensei...shouldn't we tell him that Raphael isn't with us anymore?"

Splinter shakes his head, keeping his voice down as well. "No, Leonardo.. He is simply going through a stage. Allow him to cope in his own way for now. If it gets too out of hand, I will take care of it."

As the day past by, Michelangelo did a lot with the imaginary brother. He even played video games with him, not getting much of a result in the end.

That night, the siblings went on patrol. They were not going far, just making sure that the gangs in New York City weren't causing any havoc.

Mikey runs off ahead of the other two, laughing as he plays around with "Raphael".

"Haha...same as always, huh Raph?" He laughs, hopping forward and jumping a few inches to the left as if someone tried to grab him. "You're too slow to catch me~"

"Mikey, don't go too far ahead!" Leonardo orders, his mind very alert as he notices a disturbance inside a nearby bank. "It's the Purple Dragons! They're robbing that bank!"

"Not for long!" The orange banded turtle calls out, running to the edge of the building and jumping off, sliding down the side.

"Mikey!" Leo calls out, concern and a bit of anger lacing his voice. "What? Raph jumped off first! I was just following him." Mikey replies honestly, seriously believing that Raph is back. This is not a game to him..something is seriously wrong.

"This is da end ya Purple Dragon Scum! Surrenda an' maybe yer moms can still look at yer ugly mugs when we're done." Mikey hears Raph say, laughing at the statement.

"Haha...good one, Raphie. Wow, I have really missed how you talk to the bad guys." He replies, the Purple Dragon members looking amongst one another, one of them shrugging in confusion by watching the turtle talk to himself.

There are about six gang members in the bank, nothing the brothers cannot handle. The three of them split up, four according to the youngest mutant.

Each brother has two Purple Dragon members on them. At least, that's how it was supposed to go. To the orange clad turtle, Raphael was fighting, so he excused himself to walk around the inside of the bank and get all of the employees outside to safety.

While his back was turned, the two left came at him from behind. One had a spiked club in his hand, the other a steel chain, both raising the weapons up over their heads to land a fatal blow. Luckily, Leonardo had defeated his share of the enemy, disposing of them right away and tying them up with the chain to be found by the police later.

"What the shell were you thinking?!" Leonardo shouts at Michelangelo after all of the Purple Dragons were defeated. They had left the bank, now back up on one of the rooftops. "You could have gotten yourself killed in there!"

"What are you talking about, Leo? Raph was there. He woluld have had my back like always and besides, someone had to help the innoce-"

"Do you even hear yourself?!" Leonardo continues, Donatello trying to speak up and stop him, but his words go unnoticed. "Raphael is gone! He died, remember? He is never coming back and you no longer have him to watch out for you! You need to start taking care of yourself, Mikey because I can't take it anymore!"

At this point, Mikey's blue eyes fill up with tears. Why is Leo being so cruel to him? He doesn't understand! "You're lying! R-Raph is back and just because you cannot see him doesn't make it any less true!" The orange clad turtle says, running off ahead of the others, jumping from rooftop to rooftop to make it back to their lair.

"Michelangelo, wait!" Leo calls out, going after him until Donnie's hand lands on his shoulder. Leo looks back, the smartest sibling shaking his head. "Let him go.. He needs some time to cool off right now.."

Back inside the sewers, Mikey is running through the tunnels, crying as he makes his way back to his home.

Splinter is there close to the entrance, sensing that something is very wrong.

When Mikey comes back, the wise rat approaches, but is unable to do a thing. "Michelangelo, my son, what is troubling you?" He asks, getting no response as his youngest boy hurries by him, going to his room and slamming the door behind him.

Michelangelo shoves everything off of his desk, drawing books and tablets that he writes his feelings in falling to the floor with a thud.

Attached to the desk is a mirror. He looks in it at his reflection, reaching his left arm up to the back of his head as he unties his mask, taking it off. His eyes are red and puffy from crying and from not getting enough sleep recently. He feels like he is going crazy, outside of his own body looking in. He feels so numb anymore.

"Leonardo still hasn' taken that big stick outta his ass, huh?" Raphael says to Mikey, appearing behind the sea green turtle on his bed.

Mikey sees his brother show up in the mirror, turning to face him now so that they are looking at each other. "Is what Leo said true?"

"What do ya mean?"

"Are you in my head right now? Am I just losing my mind?!"

"Dat's nonsense, Mikey.. Ya can see me..ya can feel me.." Raph says, getting off the bed now and approaching Mikey, one three-fingered hand coming up to touch the other's face.

He's right..Mikey can actually feel him. The youngest wouldn't imagine that, right? He can't make himself feel someone touching his skin..can he?

Michelangelo nods, the young turtle no longer crying. "You're right..I can feel that..I just need to get the others to believe me too. I need them to see you."

"Don' botha.. They'll neva understand how ya feel...an' besides, I don't need them." Raphael says, placing his hands on Mikey's shoulders and turning him back around to face the mirror again. "I only need ya..no one else. I need ya ta come ta me.."

"What do you mean?" Mikey asks as he looks at their reflections.

"I mean dat I cannot stay here fer long.. I'll have ta go soon because I don' belong in this world anymore, but I'm lonely, Mikey...so very lonely.."

"How can I help you? I-I don't want you to disappear again.."

"I want my little brotha back. I need ya to leave them. Leave them and come ta me.. They don' appreciate ya anyway.. Not like I do.. Do this fer me..an' we'll neva be apart again."

"Promise...?" The orange clad turtle asks, biting into his lower lip.

"Promise.." Raphael replies, a smile now forming on Mikey's face. Finally...he and Raph never have to separate again..

"Okay..."

To be continued!

I'm not sure when, but I'll continue after I come up with something to do for the next chapter XD

I'll try to update "Who is he now?" first, though.

Anyway, like always, please review! Please, please, please XD