The Singer's Pet Turtle (A Leonardo x Reader Story)

Chapter 3 : The Diet of a Red Eared Slider

"Aren't you two going to help me?" (Y/n) asked as she struggled to carry the weight of her new pet draped across her shoulders.

They had arrived at her apartment building only a moment ago and so far Mr. Okoru's goons had done nothing more but comment on (y/n) ass as she bent over to grab her pet out of the car. With smirks they watched her balance out the weight of the large creature on her back, the expression only growing when she glared in their direction.

In response, Mr. Fa just laughed. "He's your problem now toots. Call me when he dies, then we can have some real fun."

Without a second thought the pair drove away leaving the girl and her turtle standing on the sidewalk outside of her building. Blowing a strand of loose hair out of her eyes (Y/n) glanced at the turtle, catching his eyes for only a second before he looked back at the ground. "Well, I guess we better get you up the stairs so I can start fixing you up."

The turtle hesitated at first before nodding. (y/n) couldn't help the smile from spreading on her cheeks. He actually acknowledged her. Progress! Still, he didn't look at her. Struggling a bit (y/n) took her first step and soon the turtle began to follow as they made it to the automatic door of her building. To both of their relief, a sign was sitting on the front desk informing patrons that whoever was on duty was currently on break. The last thing he needed was some poor young girl panicking at the sign of a giant turtle.

If she was being honest, (y/n) was planning her own mental breakdown to take place later in the shower, to not hurt her pet's feelings. She doubted it was his fault he was so giant; besides, he was already having a bad time if his appearance said anything. So instead, she pushed her shock and panic at the side long enough to all but drag the turtle to her elevator and press the button for the top floor.

As expected, the ride was silent. The girl didn't bother speaking to her pet again. Not yet. He wasn't going to respond to her. She did look at him though, as thoughts rushed through her mind. Was the only weird thing about this turtle his size? Or was there more to it. He seems to have no trouble walking on two legs rather than four, so that was a secondary difference to the travel sized version, and he understands her words at the very least, if his nods were any indication.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the dinging of the elevator, and the siding of the doors. Her floor was huge, though the hallway wouldn't help you believe it. After all, it was short and skinny with only two doors, a trash shoot, and an elevator. Even her mailbox was on the bottom floor. Carefully she led the turtle to the door on the right and carefully inputted her door code. The hand chirped happily at her combination before the click of a lock could be heard.

"Okay, um..." (Y/n) started as she carefully led her new pet into her apartment. "Well, this is your new home. So, um...Welcome?"

She glanced unsurely at the turtle who was still refusing to look anywhere but the floor. At this point it was really starting to sting. The last thing (Y/n) wanted was for her new pet to hate her. Not that she was entirely sure he was actually meant to be a pet. Wait, was he a he? Mr. Oroku seemed pretty sure that the turtle was in fact male, but maybe she should check. (y/n) glanced at the creature towering over her and quickly shook her head.

Yeah, I'm not checking. She thought to herself before slowly leading him further in, only to drop him off at the sofa. Silently she watched as the turtle sat for only half a second before flopping lazily on his side. Eyes now locked on the turned off television in front of him with a blank stare.

"Would you, um..." she started as she approached him. "Would you like to watch something?"

That earned her a noncommittal shrug. With a sigh (y/n) picked up the remote and turned her television on. She was watching a classic's cartoon channel before work today and it was still on. From the looks of it they were playing old space heroes movies tonight. A soft smile peaked on her cheeks. She loved these movies. Her father showed her every single one while growing up, the on top of the show provided hours of entertainment.