Blue For You (TMNT Leonardo X Reader)

Chapter 1

I sped downtown in the East Village making my way over to China Town, my bikes jet blue coloring lighting up the busy roads. Thick traffic along with grumpy New Yorkers was not a nice combination on a Friday night, especially when I had places to be. Places to be, as in, go to China Town and try to see if Murakami's closed. He usually closed at nine, even though it was called "The Twenty-Four-Seven," but would still serve some if you were mutual or friendly to him. I had done it many times before, since I was little, coming with my mother after her long shifts as the police Sheriff. However, recently I had been too busy to come.

The thought of my mother was something I didn't like to think about a lot. I remember she was working on this specific case right before she got killed. It was about clans and gangs taking over, running underground. I believed it at first, but after the car accident I set it aside. It wasn't one most agreed with. 

I turned the corner into the gates and started making my way over to his little shop. The lights were on, but due to the type of smoky glass windows equipped on it, I couldn't tell if he was cooking inside. All I could see were violently moving shadows coming from inside, and it made me worry what was going on. I started pedaling more, trying to get there faster than planned. The closer I got, the more I saw, and the more I heard.

I stepped off my bike and parked it as sloppily as it could ever be parked. There was yelling coming from the other side of the door when I walked up. I could hear banging, things being thrown, and finally, Mr. Murakami's voice.

"Oh dear," I heard him mutter as I opened the door.

My mouth hung agape as the attention in the room turned to me. There were about twelve life forms in the room not including myself. Ten Purple Dragon gang members, Mr. Murakami, and a mutant turtle being cornered into the back of the room.

There were about eight of them cornering the turtle, weapons in hand, and two holding onto Mr. Murakami's arms. I was frozen in place.

"(Y/N)?" Mr. Murakami paused. He recognized me, even if he couldn't see who was walking through the door.

"What brings a little lady like you into here at this time?" one of the gang members asked.

"You wanna' join in the fun?" another joked as he rummaged through the cashier.

I looked at Mr. Murakami and then at the mutant turtle. Rumors of mutants had floated through the news for a hot minute now, though I didn't think it was even true. Still, it wasn't the mutant part that scared me, it was the fact he was holding two Katanas in his hand like he knew his way around them.

"Leonardo, don't please," Murakami begged.

"You know him?" I whispered, more to myself in shock than anything.

"Please, its ten against one, you ain't goin' nowhere, and I got unfinished business with you," one specifically pointed to the turtle. He was slimmer than the rest, but had the nicest clothing on, assumingly being the leader of their crew.

"Actually, its ten against three," I said, my word filter falling through the roof. I widened my eyes at what I said, but it was too late to take it back now. I shut the door behind and went to take my jacket off. Throwing it onto one of the many barstools Murakami offered to sit on. Still, no one moved.

"You really wanna' do this princess?" one of the dragons asked. 

"Do you want to do this? Because in my eyes you look like your being peer pressured if anything," I replied.

"You're going to pay for that," he spit on the ground, taking his sights off the turtle and marching over to me.

He was taller, but I got in his face like I knew what I was doing, lifting my chin up so I could look straight into his eyes. The guy then puffed his chest up dominantly and I fought the urge to just straight up laugh instead. "C'mon hit me," I teased. I wouldn't be the one to start it, that was my mother's rule. She taught me general self-defense, and how not to land in jail.