Big Blue Skies •••TMNT Leonardo X Reader•••

Sweet Cheese and Sprinkles

"Shit!" Your single word ripped through the silence that had fallen in the sewers. Donnie insisted that you at least stay the weekend for observations- he wanted to keep you down there for the whole week but you adamantly refused since you did still have a job to return to.

And a pet you just remembered that you owned.

"What's with the yellin'?" Snarled Raph lowly from his workout routine with a lift bar that looked near snapping. He dropped the bar back on its hooks and pushed to sit upright so he could glare across the room at your frantic movements.

"P/N!" He snorted a bit and heaved to his feet to see if he could calm you down before you lost what little sanity you seemed to have.

"That would be?"

"My pet! They've been left alone! I need to go home right now!" Your maniacal frenzy pulled in the attention of Leo nearby as he was trying to meditate and strengthen the crumbling mental barriers that kept falling faster than the Berlin wall.

"What's going on?" His voice sent a wild mixture of feelings racing through your veins. Surprise, a temporary chill at the sudden baritone. Relaxed, something you think comes with the known authority that heralded the mutant. He is the oldest of the four. And not to mention the flood of heat that followed after his words. An exhilarating sweep that burned your nerves.

"She's spoutin' something about needing to go and check on her pet." Leo's electric eyes skimmed around the room, presumably to look for their father- whom you've been silently referring to as Jackass Master for what he did back in the Hashi earlier.

"I don't think Donnie would be okay with that. Not with the condition you're in."

"Donnie wouldn't be okay with what?" The techie mutant's voice made all three of them lightly jump in shock.

"Y/N wants to go topside. For her pet." The blue leader spoke up to answer his brother.

"Hey! P/N is just any pet, he/she is a P/S (Pet Species) and happens to have separation anxiety." Leo stared down at you as you sassed him for his nonchalance over your best friend. You and P/N have seen many years together and you weren't about to abandon them to the greasy hands of that fake-ass Outsider fanboy.

"But you could pop a stitch! Or the Purple Dragons could be waiting for you to go home!" Donnie argued with a small crackle in his voice.

"Then all the more reason to go make sure P/N is fine!" The doctorly turtle opened his mouth to make another refusal, cut off by you speaking first. "Look, just come with me if it scares you so much. I'm checking on my friend, chaperone or not."

You turned and marched towards the largest gaping tunnel entrance that branches off into the unseen side paths around the city. The realization that you had no fucking clue where you were going fired through your stubborn brain, but there was no way you were going to wuss out of your dramatic exit now.

"Fucking- Hey! Wait!" Leo's voice rang through the lair and sent chills through your veins. The sharp tone of authority made you automatically pause, foot a few inches off the ground as your stitched together body strained to keep itself tiredly balanced. Needles of prickly pain riddled across your stomach and thighs.

Donnie was right, you may well take a few stitches off.

"Do you even know where you're going, Y/N?" A shiver rattled through you as you tailed behind the sauntering terrapin. Your name rolled off his tongue in that voice like warm honey.

"I figured one of you wouldn't be too far behind." He glanced back over his shoulder as you spoke, lightning eyes flickering with a low ember of amusement. Most of the trip home was silent, Leo was trying to battle with his uncooperative mental walls while you were beginning to worry about your lonely pet. They've been all alone for nearly a whole day- potentially at the sadistic mercy of that hulking Hun jackass! You were too busy imagining the horrors that may await your arrival that you completely missed Leo stopping under a metal ladder leading back to the surface.

Until you smacked noggin first into his back. His extremely wide and hard bulletproof carapace... with enough force that you instantly saw enough stars to make the cosmos jealous.

"What was-"

"Sweet cheese and sprinkles!" Your hands slapped up to your hairline, where you felt the most pain radiating out like a nail in your brain. "Holy Mary mother of God! What in the hell did I hit?!"

"You hit my back." You could hear the low quiver in his voice to hint that he was trying his damndest not to bust out laughing what whatever he was finding hilarious.

"Are you made of diamonds?!" The pain slowly ebbed away enough that you were willing to stop cradling your forehead and force your body upright.

"No, just bulletproof. I can check your head once we get into some good light." He still had the low lilt of a snicker in his words as he turned to move swiftly up the ladder with a surprising amount of stealth. Cracking the manhole cover a few inches to peek out into the restless city world, he scanned the immediate area for bystanders. All he found was a littered alleyway and a few large dumpsters to hide behind to ensure he was out sight of prying eyes.

Setting the heavy metal cover to the side, Leo slipped silently through the tunnel mouth and scurried to the shadow of the dumpster. The sun was on its way down, but he could still be spotted in the Prussian dusk. You weren't too far behind, but with much less grace than the terrapin showed. The metal rim caught the tip of your shoe and you stumbled forward with an unflattering squeal.

The noise that erupted from your lungs made the closest passerby to pause and turn towards you with narrowed eyes of disgusted concern. Kicking aside a few newspapers you assumed to be from a long abandoned hobo nest, you shuffled for a second before glaring up at the stranger.

"Principle Morris, one of the second graders is on fire, and I don't think he's gonna make it this time." You filmed over your words with a nasally, more stereotypical Jersey Shore accent. The stranger eyed you like you had three heads but quickly shuffled away like you wanted.

"A second grader? On fire?" Leonardo spoke as he emerged from the shadows, fabric mask crinkled like eyebrows over his lightning eyes.

"Well What did you expect me to say? What a lovely night to be Assassins Creed-ing up this building with my mutant turtle friend. Oh, what was that? A trip to the loony bin, you say? Sounds delightful!" The terrapin snorted lowly and rolled his eyes as he turned his attention towards the skies where your apartment awaited.

"Let's hope the loony bin is the only thing we need to worry about."

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I know that picture doesn't match with the chapter, I just thought it was hilarious! Sorry not sorry!