Chapter 1: Santa Claus kidnapped you
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You gained consciousness as you slowly opened your eyes. You blinked repeatedly to clear your blurred vision. Your head spins when your ear starts ringing. You gripped your head with your hand basically begging it to stop as you sat up straight on your bed.
As if your prayers had been answered it did. You turned around where the nightstand was and saw a glass of water. You waste no time grabbing it and gulping it down into your throat. You let out a satisfied sigh and wiped your mouth with your wrist.
As soon as you put down the glass back on the nightstand, you noticed something odd. Since when did you put a glass of water there? Since when did you get so dehydrated? You looked back at the nightstand. That wasn't yours. The lamp beside the glass sure ain't yours either.
You felt the sheets on top of you. Not yours. The bed itself isn't. You took the time to look around what seems to be a master bedroom.
Where the hell are you?
Better question is, how did you get here? What was the last thing you did? Who were you with?
Who were you with?
You threw the sheets away and were about to get out of bed when you felt a sharp pain on your upper left waist. You yelped loudly as you touched it. You pulled your shirt and sure enough there was an injury there and it was patched up. But who exactly patched you up? Who brought you here to begin with? And who had hurt you?
The questions hit you like a truck. Not for figuring out who the person is but because there's too many questions in your head already and it made you feel dizzy once again.
You have to get out of here. You no longer care who patched you up or who kidnapped you. All you need right now is to get home with the guys.
The guys.
Your memory jogged itself. New York crumbled and we are all that we had after he left.
After he left…
After he left-! Holy shit, you're at Foot Clan Headquarters.
You face-palmed yourself as you let yourself sink back into the fluffy sheets. He got you. He got you real good. Whether you let him or he's just too good. Either way you hate to admit neither of them.
You took the time to let yourself relax for a couple minutes before completely getting out of bed. You had a hard time walking on your two feet. It better be like this only for a while, you thought annoyingly. You're gonna need the energy to fight and run as soon as possible. Any time they could walk in to fetch you up to face the worst. And when you said the worst, you meant the metal entity itself.
You walked to the balcony of the room you just noticed on the other side of the room. The glass double doors were left open, allowing the smooth transparent curtains blown by the chilly breeze.
You made your way to the railing where your eyes observed the tiny cities from above. You'd be lying if you say the environment wasn't that beautiful from up here. You occupied yourself with the thought of your friends. Your family. Wherever they could be right now you hope that they all are safe. You know they could survive without you but that's the problem. Without you neither of them can sleep knowing that you're still out there in the dark and busy wondering where the heck have you gone to now. You should've been back to the safehouse hours ago but fate just wouldn't let you and decided to surrender yourself to your nemesis like it always did. Except for the difference this time, fate has won.
"Careful."
You whipped your head around as fast as a lightning to face the owner of the voice. And lo and behold it's the face man himself. Even in a different clan now the title hadn't left him.
"You." You grind your teeth as you speak.
"The one and only." He replied smugly.
"You brought me here?" Keeping your distance, you had your back facing close to the railing. "Uh, no. Santa Claus did." You narrowed your eyes irritatedly at his remark. You then heard him snickered under his breath, "Classic, Leon." Classic Leon indeed.
You rolled your eyes, sneering at yourself. "I'm just messing with you, (N/N). But for real though, be careful. You could fall and I'll have to catch you if you do. Don't want you to fall for me now do we?" He winked at you. You mentally gagged at his attempt at flirting. You couldn't believe he was still the same turtle you once fell for. Oh God, it's starting to spread-
Changing the topic you decided to keep your guard up by finally questioning him, "Why did you bring me here?" "Straight to the point aren't we, mi amor?" He cocked an 'eyebrow' and began to walk closer to where you are. As he did so, you anxiously walked backwards until your back had hit the railing. He put both of his hands on the railing on the side of your arms so you wouldn't escape.
He's doing it on purpose. The teasing and the flirting. He loves seeing you in distress. He loved the old memories where you used to be his damsel in distress. He pulled the biggest smirk he ever had and boy you wished you'd have your weapon right now just so you could beat the shit out of him right here and then.
The tension didn't last long when you snapped him back to reality. "Answer the damn question." you said between your teeth. He pursed his lips then clicked his tongue as he thought of an answer for you. "I don't know. That's not for me to decide." "What?! All these times, you said you wanted me to join your stupid clan!" You screamed at his face. "If you already knew the answer, then why'd you ask me that, you weirdo??" He argued back.
"I'm the weirdo?! You kidnapped me!"
"I had to! You were loud as fuck!"
You let out an offended airy gasp and put your hand on your chest. "Take it from the most annoying brother in the galaxy!" His facial expressions dropped when you called him that. You realized you just made a terrible mistake by mentioning them to him.
Brothers. How could he forget?
"...H-how are they-?" He suddenly asked. "You are in no place nor right to ask any questions about any of them!" You cut him off by hissing at him while pointing your index finger at him.
He can't even blame you. For everything that he did just so he could protect you, this is all he'll ever get as a thanks. And from that he had to learn and get over it. He learned to bury his emotions deep below and forget about everything he ever cared for. With that he started to hunt for any of you under the Shredder command and even added it as his hobby for his little playtime. You were just so lucky to be in his sight every damn time you appeared on topside and you got lucky to slip out of his reach every damn time as well.
Well that didn't technically count because he lets you escape easily on purpose so he could have more time to spend with you together. Just like old times. For obvious reasons it's not the same from you whether you know his true intentions or not but you know better. If he wanted to catch you he would've done it sooner. He had more experience than you do and he'll be more skillful than you'll ever be. He pursed his lips then opened his mouth,
"I'm so-" "Don't. Even. Think about it. " You cut him off before he could say the full word. "Don't you fucking dare say stuff when you didn't even mean any of it." You threatened him. He stayed quiet. For once he has dropped the mask and somehow you were faced with the real Leo at this moment. You shook your head and hugged your figure. You almost forget about the cold the first place you got here. Not knowing what to say, your eyes went back to the city lights. It's beautiful yet it's not. You can clearly see the distraction and the shattered city under the illuminated lights with your now watered eyes.
"Get back to bed, (Y/N). You need to rest." He said in a soft tone.
Not turning back to look at him you snapped, "Oh right, now you're commanding me." His voice became stern and caused you to flinch a little, "I'm not commanding you!" He paused as he took a deep breath, "I'm offering you." Refusing to believe his words you glared at him, "The only thing you're offering me is suffering."
"I'm not going to hurt you." he stated. The audacity that he had wasn't enough to describe to him using just words so you used actions by grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it to show him the bandages wrapped up around your waist. He opened his mouth as he eyed your injury to say something but closed it back when nothing came out. Then he opened it back then looked at your eyes, "Again. I'm not going to hurt you again." You let your shirt go by throwing it in frustration.
The nerve on this guy, you thought. It gets worse when you hear him chuckled. Yeah, he's having a lot of fun ain't he? Watching you like this. It keeps this very monster alive. You're getting tired. You are tired. You want to go home.
Home. Where it's warm and so is the company. Unfortunately now you're stuck with this drama queen. You should be thankful that you're not face to face with the Shredder right now because you won't have the energy to fight him. Or him. Or neither of the Foot Clans really. You need… right, rest.
Hey, when did it get so wet here? Why do you smell weird?
"(Y/N)." He called out your name but you ignored him and looked at your stomach. You saw the red stain covering your shirt. You touched the stain as the blood got on your fingers.
You heard your name once again was called out but it was muffled. Your vision became blurry and the ringing started to come back. You can barely breath and you feel like you're about to collapse as your legs started to lose their balance. You heard your name again but louder this time. The only thing that ever came in your mind was an impact you're about to hit and all you could remember was everything went black.
Chapter 2: Why Leonardo is the worst brother, son and friend ever in the existence and he should move to New Jersey for being a total a-hole and let his family vote whether to let him move back in or not
Summary:
Do you actually think you can get him back to his family? How would you let yourself do that when he didn't even allow himself to do so?
Notes:
Lmao i keep forgetting to put the new chap here-
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Have you ever gone through déjà vu? Do you ever feel like this situation is just repeating itself? Same spot, same pain, same person. Speaking of a person, there was one. He was sweet, very charismatic. Funny even. He was in all shape and size of strength and hope both for himself and the people who he once loved. And with all the support he needed he would take a risk no matter the size and the cause of the danger of who or whatever had waited at the end of that very path.
But what happened when he led himself to the dark pathway even when he was aware of that big risk. Big step. A really big one. And in the end he slipped and the darkness wasted no time to swallow him whole.
You once knew a man who fell into that darkness and he did nothing about it. He let it consume him and left no memory of his family. You were going to save him. You were going to beat the shit out of him. To do anything that will make him come back to his family. Sadly, you were outmatched.
Then ask yourself this. Are you going to just sit there doing nothing? Of course not. Not like he had killed you yet. Well maybe just a little bit of your spirit but not your hope.
So tell me, what are you still doing here laying around unconsciously? Wake up.
Wake up!
You gasped for air, opening your eyes widely in shock. Maintaining your own breathing as you did so, you were faced with the dark ceiling. Then you looked at your surroundings. You cussed mentally. You were still in this room. You tried to rewind what had happened but your memories were blurry mostly because of the dizziness and pain.
"Water?"
You threw yourself back in surprise. Seriously, what is up with this guy keep doing that?
You were faced with the least person you wished you wanted to see. Staring back at his dark empty eyes irritatedly, you forgot to notice the water filled glass in his hand. He nodded at you encouraging you to accept it. Not like you can help to decline it anyway. Your throat felt dryer than the Sahara land.
You snatched the glass from him, not taking your burning eyes off of him. He raised both of hands in defense at your quick action. Practically mocking you, he quietly snickered as he watched you gulp down the water. "Easy there. There's more." He gestured to the jar on the side. You ignored him, wiping your mouth and asking him, "What happened?"
"You fainted." He simply said. "Your stitches were open and you lost a lot of blood."
Ah right, that. Now the memory is starting to come back slowly. It was embarrassing if you recalled it well. Starting with you losing a fight for only God knows how many times already then finally getting captured by your worst enemy. Ended up getting yourself hurt and he patched you up.
Why though, you wondered? He could've simply given you to the other clans to clean you up. Why did he out of all people bother to do it himself? He did say he was going to have you surrender yourself to the Foot. Then again he also said to make you surrender yourself to him. Did he really mean that or was that just one of his usual tricks to get you to the clan for real?
It doesn't make any sense. He didn't care about you. Not anymore. You're sure of it. Just look at him. He's a sadist. You felt wrong for refusing yourself to believe that there's hope for the both of you. But part of you still has that thought. What if he's still-
"Hellooo? Earth to (Y/N)." You blinked, pulling yourself back to reality when he snapped his fingers near your face. "You okay?" You must be deaf. Did he really just ask you that? You failed to notice a glimpse of worry in his eyes. Even if you did, your heart would tell you to deny it. Besides, he has become a better actor now.
"You think? You stabbed me!" You pointed at your clothed wound. "Now, now. I fixed you up didn't I?" He replied calmly and held out his two fingers, "I patched you up, twice." Your eyes searched anywhere on his face to look for anything that might prove him otherwise. You could barely tell. "Why?" You don't know what came over you to ask. Curiosity? Very much so.
He frowned, "Why wouldn't I? We're close aren't we?" "Were." You stated. "So you prefer some strangers to touch you than I do?"
You pursed your lips. He was right. But why on Earth would he even care? "Why do you care anyway?" Crossing your arms and leaned on the headboard. "We might as well work on our terms for us to work together as a team in this clan." He suggested. Why did he talk so proudly of this clan? What about his family clan?
Forgotten.
Buried under that poisoned heart.
You leaned your figure towards him, pointing at yourself and him repeatedly, "There is no us. There is 'me' in 'team' and that refers to you." You said, poking him on his geared plastron. "And I'm not joining this dumbass clan." Leaning back on the headboard, you let out an unsatisfied huff.
The sound of his dark chuckled sent you chilling through your spine. "Oh honey, I'm not asking." He leaned on his chair mid air, putting his foot on his knee while the other to support his balance. He rocked back and forth, his eyes stared at yours before breaking the contact. "You know, I wish you could see the sacrifice I've made for you."
And there you had it.
"Sacrifice?! What kind of shitty sacrifice could you have made for us?! You left us!"
"For a reason." He kept his cool, now turning back to you. "What was it then? Tell me that one particular reason why you decided to hide from us, betray us, and leave us to die for this psycho cult if it's such a big deal to you!"
He stood up, "It is a big deal to me!" letting the chair fall onto the floor making a loud thud. You ignored it. "Then tell me!" Staring down at you he immediately silenced himself. He didn't want to tell you. "You wouldn't get it." He had turned his back on you. You threw your hands around, "Oh, for fuck's sake, Leonardo! I've known you for years. I know you better than anyone. I know you when you are feeling down even when you hide yourself under that wacky smile of yours by adding your infamous jokes. I know you when your brothers' words troubled your mind and they'd haunt you and keep you up at night, thinking about your actions and responsibilities including how to be a good brother and a leader at the same damn time."
You inhaled through your nose, "I know you would always keep your emotions guarded. Hell, if I'm being honest you're the best at doing that better than anyone. And I know it kills you."
If only you get to see his saddened eyes staring at the floor. Of course it kills him. It kills him that you, only you and not his brothers or April not even Splinter managed to see him through his shell. If it wasn't for his ego being bigger than his own head he would've admitted that you almost had him cracked. But for just a little bit this time.
You have understood him since day one. You somehow, as he would say, was born with a gift. A gift that only you possess and having that ability to look through his masks. You have always gone through thick and thin with him despite the danger he and his family always got themselves into, regardless of what they are outside. He thanked you silently for that. He has yet managed to say it to your face. He was lucky to have someone other than April to expose his true self. He felt safe knowing that. Knowing that he could trust you to not tell the others about whatever he had been through because only you were able to see that.
You earned his trust by keeping your promises to him. It never went elsewhere. Sure, there's a time where his family could tell when something was up, they waste no time to confront him. Even when he always pulled that 'I'm fine' card to them, they knew him better. But in the end, they gave up when they got nothing from him. He was surprisingly strong. He only allowed you to break his shell and only you he dared to speak truly from his heart. You were the only place he could settle down and be honest for once. Your worried eyes made him wonder if he should repeat the same lie he told his brothers to you. Your touch made him melt and caused him to rethink his stupid decision before doing so.
He would have his head on your lap every time you let him vent everything to you. You would rub his face in comfort, silently telling him that he shouldn't hold anything back and that he's safe with you only. Nobody else needs to hear him babbling about nothing. Only you.
He would always keep you close to him after he was done with his drama. Afraid that you would disappear too like how he had described his nightmares briefly to you. He would inhale all of your scent, just to know that you are still here with him, safe and sound. You two would spend the rest of the day cuddling. It was purely platonic. You guys were just close. Like how Donnie and April are. But he wished that you both could be something more.
Sadly, it is too late for him to dream such a thing. He had gone to another path, leaving you and his family broken. There's no going back. He doubted that even if he even had any chance to seek forgiveness, you wouldn't think twice to decline. Well, maybe you would but not without some ass kicking that is. He winced at the thought.
Is he really going for a redemption arc that quickly? If he is, he better make full pages of 'Why Leonardo is the worst brother, son and friend ever in the existence and he should move to New Jersey for being a total a-hole and let his family vote whether to let him move back in or not' and pray for the Hamato ancestors to forgive his sins and then actually admit by saying it with his own mouth and not from letters sent by pigeons with a couple cute doodles in them.
As if.
He mentally scoffed. Too early. He's just getting started. He needs to chill out. You're not going anywhere. Not in that condition anyway. He got this. He always does. He fully turned to you with a one million dollar smile on his face, "Yes it kills me, (Y/N). Very, very much I couldn't think of what my life could've been without you." He put the back of his hand on his forehead, leaning his posture dramatically. "But you're here now, problem solved. Plus you can't kill what has already been killed."
You had officially lost him. You almost had him. You really thought you could break him. You swear you felt that sense of sentiment in him from a moment ago. Boy were you wrong and were you right, he's getting good. Too good you have no possibility of getting your old Leo back. You have failed everyone back home. You had one job and you failed.
Too busy minding your own pity party you suddenly felt his finger under your chin, raising your face to look at his. "Aw, don't feel too sad, (N/N). I'm still here. The new and improved Leon. Better and smarter." He managed to wink at you.
You wanted to cry. This is wrong. So wrong until your mind couldn't handle to rethink what exactly went wrong. You want him back. You needed him back. His family needs him back and he's smiling like there's nothing to care for this world as long as he has you.
You didn't even realize your eyes had become blurry because of the tears. They were too focused on this new and improved version of Leo.
Too distracted you didn't hear the knocking on the thick door of the room. "What?" Leo said sternly, turning at the door. You must be dreaming because his voice sounded a little different there.
A cleared throat muffled behind the door", "Master Shredder will be needing you at his chamber immediately." Said a snarly female voice.
Leo sighed almost into your face, "Right. Guess that's my call. I'll be back asap. You be good now." Before making his way to the door, he gave you a small peck on the forehead. Not forgetting to send you another wink as he finally took off.
You stared at the closed door for a good second. Your mind went blank as you thought confusedly,
What the fuck just happened?
Notes:
Currently having my exam week so tis series will be very slow update.