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

Chapter 6 : A Shockingly Vocal Breed

 Leonardo learned something new about his owner. She is OBSESSIVE. Ever since she found out his name she's been doing research regarding it. First she made a master list of famous Leonardo's. Next she looked up the popularity of the name since the renaissance. After that she got sidetracked and began researching how royalty worked in the renaissance. He thought he was safe. Until she learned that a king in Hungary commissioned Leonardo Di Vinci for a painting. Back on his name she went. It's been two days of this cycle.

Seeing as it was day three the turtle was really hoping she was done. After all, she had been pretty quiet throughout his daily check-up. Maybe that was just so he didn't try to respond while she looked at his throat. After all, she was obsessive, not stupid. She could tell he was wanting to tell her to shut up. In fact, that's why she's been so stuck on it. His words while poignant out his name were the clearest they've ever been. Now, after looking at his throat, she could see that almost all of the irritation and redness was gone. Just a bit more pushing and he's probably saying something, shocking himself in the process.

(Y/n) loved people's faces when they figured something out, so while closing up her first aid kit she absentmindedly said. "Did you know that Leonardo means Lion-hearted or strong as a Lion."

"God you're as bad as Donnie!" Leonardo finally groaned before sitting wide eyes while staring at her. "Did I just say that out loud?"

"You did." The girl in front of him smiled. "Quite clearly as well."

"It didn't hurt," he mumbled in amazement. "That was the last thing. I recovered. Oh my god! (Y/n) I'm recovered!"

"You recovered!" She cheered along with him only to be shocked as she was picked up in a sudden hug.

The Turtle twirled his owner around three times before finally allowing her feet to meet with the floor once again. He was shocked by his own excitement, but not as shocked as he was by hers. (Y/n) seemed to be bursting with joy. And she was. Her now, dare she say, beloved pet was finally healthy again. He could walk without pain, see without straining himself, and talk as much as he'd like. How could she not be happy for him?

Scoring though his mind, Leonardo tried to figure out what he wanted to say first. There was so much he could tell her, ask her. Where should he start? He scanned her eyes hoping they held an answer, to no avail. Instead, it was the single brown grocery bag that the pair were too lazy to unpack last week that helped him make up his mind.

"Now that I can actually talk there is something I need to tell you," Leonardo started, his expression becoming serious, "Someone has got to knock some sense into your co-workers for talking to you like that. He sounds like a walking cesspool."

She shrugged in response. "Sadly, I'm used to it. But if my big scary pet turtle happens to accidentally attack Ito, I wouldn't really stop him."

He didn't like that. How nonchalant she was about this situation. He's witnessed it more than enough times now to know that this man's behavior was not isolated. Yet (Y/n) simply shrugged as if it was no different than a stray cloud blocking the sun on an otherwise perfect day. A minor inconvenience at worst. Leonardo feared the day that that man, no, that monster chose to attack her with more than just his words. In their few weeks together, he had grown attached to his owner, and didn't want anything to happen to her.

So, when he heard his opening through the girl's teasing he took it and with a smirk Leonardo drew out his words. "Is that a command or..."

"Whatever it takes," (Y/n) teases. "But unfortunately, I do have to get ready, we have guests coming over today."

As she spoke, Y/n wiggled her hips free from Leonardo's grip and began backing towards the master bedroom to change, smile ever present. Her turtle simply smiled at her at first, before her words caught up with him. Guests? As in human guests? As in most likely screaming human guests? Especially when they see her pet turtle, that if they are even expecting at all, they probably expect to be tiny and hand sized. Not pushing six feet tall with lean muscles and, oh right, that ability to speak!