((((((((For those of you who have never seen the Original toon, or
never saw the episode, Lotus Blossom was a female ninja who was also a
thief. On more than one occasion she kicked Leonardo's butt rather easily.
And for some odd reason, this caused Leo to become enamored with her. I
thought this a rather interesting situation that needed further
development.
This is a blend of different universes, and the two characters have yet to
meet. So I'm going on that premise but not the story line
Now fair warning.only the first few chapters will be posted to
fanfiction.net. After that, it will go off-site because it will be NC-17.
So if erotica isn't your cup of tea enjoy the first chapters for what
they're worth.)))))
Leonardo knelt in the dojo. He looked down at his hands. His knuckles were already starting to bruise slightly, which did not bother him much. After more than seventeen years of training and fighting, he was used to it. He could feel rather than see the cuts and bruises forming on his face. Those didn't really bother him either. They would heal well enough on their own. A couple of days and he wouldn't even notice them anymore. He fought back a sigh.
His sensei, he assumed, was tending to the cuts and bruises of the other combatant, his brother Raphael. Arguing between the two of them was a daily event. But they very seldom ever resorted to a knock down drag out fight. Those sorts of things were usually avoided because Leonardo was reasonable enough to not take it to that level or the argument was interrupted by the arrival of Splinter. This time, however, Michaelangelo had been sitting ringside for the arguing in the living room and when he tried to step in, Raphael was so angry, he turned on him.
Leonardo knew somewhere deep in his heart that Raphael would never injure Mike. They were best friends. But at the time protecting his little brother was the perfect excuse to show Raph some manners and respect. He pushed Raphael back away from Mike and that was all the prompting his hot- tempered brother needed. Several minutes later when their sensei did break up the fight, Raphael was sporting a soon to be black eye and Leonardo had a busted lip.
Leo ran his tongue over his teeth. All present and accounted for. He knew his sensei was pissed. Time and experience taught him all of the warning signs even if Splinter did not look outwardly angry. After breaking up the fight, he sent Leonardo to the dojo with just two words. "Dojo. Now." Leonardo left before he found out what happened to Raphael.
"I must say I am surprised, Leonardo."
This time Leo did sigh, but he didn't turn around. There was only one person that could still sneak up behind him without him knowing about it. He bowed touching his forehead to the floor. "Gomen nasai, Sensei."
Splinter circled his student to stand in front of him. He folded his arms and Leonardo could almost feel his master's piercing gaze staring straight through him.
"Do you have an explanation for this?" Splinter asked.
Leo considered that for a moment his head still down. "Iie, Sensei."
Splinter sighed setting his hand on Leo's head giving him permission to rise. Leonardo picked his head up, but his eyes darted away from the disappointed look on his sensei's face. "How did this fight begin?"
Leo hesitated and shook his head slowly. "We were merely arguing."
Splinter's eyebrows raised slightly. "About what this time?"
Leonardo didn't answer. There really was no point to telling Splinter the reason behind the argument. Splinter knew Raphael had been out again last night. It was slowly becoming an every night thing. Sometimes Leonardo could smell faint traces of alcohol on his brother's breath in the mornings whenever he stumbled, half-awake to the breakfast table.
Leo knew Splinter had detected it too and Raphael had been on the receiving end of a severe tongue-lashing. And several hours later, it had been apparent to Leo the scolding had been ignored.
"This is most unlike you, Leonardo," Splinter soft voice broke into his thoughts.
Leo sighed. "Hai Sensei."
"Gakkari shimashita, Leonardo."
Leonardo looked up in surprise. Disappointed? In HIM? After everything that Raphael had done? He looked down with a frustrated expression but refused to voice any objection.
He stayed that way long after Splinter had left the room. He had his eyes closed. He would not give in to the childish cry of "it's not fair." He knew he was held to a higher standard than his brothers. Sometimes it was self-imposed, but from the time he was young it had been sensei imposed. He was always punished more strictly than his brothers. And often times, when they screwed up, he was also held accountable. He was leader after all. He was responsible.
Leonardo stood shaking his head. He needed to get out. He needed to clear his head. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. A long run always did him good. He left the lair without a word to anyone. As he started jogging through the sewers, he wondered how far from home he would have to run this time before he felt himself again.
Leonardo knelt in the dojo. He looked down at his hands. His knuckles were already starting to bruise slightly, which did not bother him much. After more than seventeen years of training and fighting, he was used to it. He could feel rather than see the cuts and bruises forming on his face. Those didn't really bother him either. They would heal well enough on their own. A couple of days and he wouldn't even notice them anymore. He fought back a sigh.
His sensei, he assumed, was tending to the cuts and bruises of the other combatant, his brother Raphael. Arguing between the two of them was a daily event. But they very seldom ever resorted to a knock down drag out fight. Those sorts of things were usually avoided because Leonardo was reasonable enough to not take it to that level or the argument was interrupted by the arrival of Splinter. This time, however, Michaelangelo had been sitting ringside for the arguing in the living room and when he tried to step in, Raphael was so angry, he turned on him.
Leonardo knew somewhere deep in his heart that Raphael would never injure Mike. They were best friends. But at the time protecting his little brother was the perfect excuse to show Raph some manners and respect. He pushed Raphael back away from Mike and that was all the prompting his hot- tempered brother needed. Several minutes later when their sensei did break up the fight, Raphael was sporting a soon to be black eye and Leonardo had a busted lip.
Leo ran his tongue over his teeth. All present and accounted for. He knew his sensei was pissed. Time and experience taught him all of the warning signs even if Splinter did not look outwardly angry. After breaking up the fight, he sent Leonardo to the dojo with just two words. "Dojo. Now." Leonardo left before he found out what happened to Raphael.
"I must say I am surprised, Leonardo."
This time Leo did sigh, but he didn't turn around. There was only one person that could still sneak up behind him without him knowing about it. He bowed touching his forehead to the floor. "Gomen nasai, Sensei."
Splinter circled his student to stand in front of him. He folded his arms and Leonardo could almost feel his master's piercing gaze staring straight through him.
"Do you have an explanation for this?" Splinter asked.
Leo considered that for a moment his head still down. "Iie, Sensei."
Splinter sighed setting his hand on Leo's head giving him permission to rise. Leonardo picked his head up, but his eyes darted away from the disappointed look on his sensei's face. "How did this fight begin?"
Leo hesitated and shook his head slowly. "We were merely arguing."
Splinter's eyebrows raised slightly. "About what this time?"
Leonardo didn't answer. There really was no point to telling Splinter the reason behind the argument. Splinter knew Raphael had been out again last night. It was slowly becoming an every night thing. Sometimes Leonardo could smell faint traces of alcohol on his brother's breath in the mornings whenever he stumbled, half-awake to the breakfast table.
Leo knew Splinter had detected it too and Raphael had been on the receiving end of a severe tongue-lashing. And several hours later, it had been apparent to Leo the scolding had been ignored.
"This is most unlike you, Leonardo," Splinter soft voice broke into his thoughts.
Leo sighed. "Hai Sensei."
"Gakkari shimashita, Leonardo."
Leonardo looked up in surprise. Disappointed? In HIM? After everything that Raphael had done? He looked down with a frustrated expression but refused to voice any objection.
He stayed that way long after Splinter had left the room. He had his eyes closed. He would not give in to the childish cry of "it's not fair." He knew he was held to a higher standard than his brothers. Sometimes it was self-imposed, but from the time he was young it had been sensei imposed. He was always punished more strictly than his brothers. And often times, when they screwed up, he was also held accountable. He was leader after all. He was responsible.
Leonardo stood shaking his head. He needed to get out. He needed to clear his head. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. A long run always did him good. He left the lair without a word to anyone. As he started jogging through the sewers, he wondered how far from home he would have to run this time before he felt himself again.