Well, I decided to write a series of dabbles and one-shots. These are random, and probably not the best of quality, but y'know, they are just something to do to pass the time. Well, I hope you all enjoy what is to come!

Peace.

The Kick

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

This was going to take some getting used to, Leo thought to himself as he stood up off the floor in the dojo. Master Splinter just taught them all a new aerial kick that was complex in both form and execution. This was his fifth attempt, and with every try, he fell to the ground with a graceless thud. Standing up, he gently rubbed his sore backside and frowned. He had no idea why it was taking him so long to learn this new move. Dropping into a stance, he hastily tried the kick again, and landed in a heap on the mats below.

He was never going to learn this new kick.

As he sat there lost in his thoughts, he absentmindedly watched his brothers attempt the same kick, but with no success. Standing up, he tried desperately to figure out why he of all mutants could not figure out the new technique. As he stood, lost in his thoughts, the voice of his father echoed through the dojo.

"Boys," Master Splinter shouted his voice sharp and clear. In that instant, all of the turtles stopped what they were doing and kneeled silently in front of their father. The room fell silent as all attention was directed towards the wise rat.

"For the first day, you all performed as expected. This move is very difficult, and will require a lot of patience, practice and focus. We will continue this tomorrow. You are all dismissed."

For a brief moment, Leo felt as if his father was speaking directly to him and he took a moment to think over his words. After a few moments of silence, the four young boys stood up silently and bowed to their master.

"Hey guys!" Michelangelo shouted his blue eyes wide and filled with excitement, "we should totally play that new video game that April got us!"

"I'm in!" Donatello spoke, a small grin forming on his face, "I could use a cool down before I go back into the lab."

"You in, Raph?"

"Mmmph," Raphael grunted while nodding his head and crossing his arms, "sure, whatever."

"Sweet, what about you, Leo?"

Leo really wanted to play the new game with his brothers, but he knew that he needed to take care of something first.

"Yeah, sure, I'll meet you guys there. Save a controller for me."

"Sure thing!"

Leo watched as his three younger brothers raced into the living room. Their shouts and yips of glee echoed behind them as they fought to claim the best spot.

Turning around on his heels, he silently walked back to the center of the dojo and inhaled deeply. In that moment, he thought about every detail of the new kick that they had learned just moments before. The angle of his legs, the height of his jump, and the flexibility of his spine became visible as he imagined himself performing the technique. His muscles felt alive, and waves of energy seemed to course through his muscles as he dropped himself into a lower stance.

Exhaling, he let his mind become clear. Calmness resonated within his essence, and without a second thought, he closed his eyes and leaped thoughtlessly into the air, giving total confidence to his body. His muscles felt strong and capable, his limps felt graceful.

Landing on his feet, after what seemed like hours, relief and shock overtook him.

"I did it," he whispered, a small smile creeping its way onto his face.

He was on his feet for once, and not on his backside. His stance mirrored his father's demonstration. He finally accomplished something that he though impossible just moments before.

"Now to see if I can do it again," Leo smirked as he leaped into the air again.