TMNT Bitter Sweet Honey Ch.25
1 Week Late
(Leo POV)
Holding her sides for a source of comfort, Leo casually leaned against the stairwell staring wearily towards the Dojo.
It's only going to be a few more hours until she enters that room, devoting her life, that in many ways she already has towards the turtle she loves.
Yet this time her devotions would be of marriage not of family honor or some ninja code, no she will give herself to him body, mind and soul; in return he will do the same.
Shuffling her feet Leo sighed, her stomach was full of butterflies, her palms sweat and she wonder the first time in her life can she muster the courage to face something that she feared.
She was always strong, always did faced her fears, even when she was messed up after her father's death.
Sure she abandoned her responsibilities during that time of her life, but it wasn't over fear, it was over her sadness, her question on her own abilities.
Taking another breath, holding it, then releasing it slowly, Leo turned towards the stairs.
Suddenly out of the blue, Leo cringed, grabbing the railing for support, as she experienced a wave of dizziness followed by a sharp pain in her stomach.
Not making any sudden movements to allow this to pass, the female turtle could only shake her head disappointingly at her current state.
She was stressing herself out, even after being told by Donnie to take it easy, for these spells will continue if she doesn't start to chill out and stop letting every little thing get to her.
What felt like hours, the moment passed, allowing Leo to continue heading to her room.
There wasn't much time left and she needed to get ready, though she was still not sure how that was going to go, being that she had no clue when it came to wedding dresses.
(15 Min Later)
Fussing over the constant touching and bickering, the female turtle took a deep breath, flashing a look at her two sisters.
Thinking that this was going to be something she was going to do alone when she first entered her room, Leo was sadly mistaken.
Both Raph and Donnie were waiting for her to help, which was some relief at first…
That was until she realized how annoying it was to have them there.
Raph never being the subtle type in the first place, wasn't helping one bit, taking Leo's head as a pin cushion, painfully placing the veil over her head.
Hissing in agony, Leo backed away from the hothead sister quickly, "Raph please be gentle. Could you not jab me?! That is my head you're handling with, not some training dummy that you want to beat the stuffing out of."
Narrowing her eyes Raph huffed under her breath, "Well s-o-r-r-yyy Leo, like I know what the hell I'm doing here! Damn how could anyone do this in the first place?!"
"I don't know, but I strongly believe your methods are wrong! OUCH SHIT Donnie!" Leo flashed over towards her younger sister that was pinning the dress so it would not drag.
Since Mikey being the one that made the dress in the first place, he didn't want to see Leo in it before their wedding, leaving Donnie to be the seamstress, which wasn't her forte.
Considering Leo swore the needles were mostly trying to poke through her skin then the fabric.
"Sorry Leo…" Donnie shyly mumbled, biting her lip for she was only half done and worried this was going to continue.
Sighing Leo reminded herself they were helping and not to kill them, though she wondered what kind of shape she will be in the end, if this kept up.
Feeling another pinch on the head and prick in the leg Leo screamed in frustration, startling both siblings that were not used to such a reaction from their leader, especially lately, for Leo was more like her old self then not.
Before either sibling could say a word or complain, Leo threw her hands in the air.
"I'm done! No more poking me like some voodoo doll! I will do this on my own," Leo growled harshly towards her sisters that blankly stared at her.
Gulping Raph placed her hand ups slowly in defeat watching the rising tide of anger taking over the older sister, "Okay we will stop Leo, just calm down."
Flashing a hatred look at Raph, Leo spat, "Oh that is rich coming from you!"
"Hey hey, come on Leo that wasn't what the fuck shit in your cornflakes?" Raph huffed back, as Donnie nervously looked at the two sisters.
"Fuck you Raph! What happened is that you two are bringing me more pain!" Leo threw the veil to the ground, taking off the dress, forcefully chucking it to the bed.
"More pain? Leo, are you in pain?!" Donnie stepped in, placing her hand onto Leo's shoulder to show her support.
Not uttering a word Leo stomped towards the door, gripping the handle tightly as her body cringed by the rush of pain, making her moan loudly.
"Leo?" Raph weary asked the older sister, looking at Donnie for answers, only to witness Donnie's eyes widen.
Letting out another wail of pain, Leo fell to her knees, holding her stomach, while tears fell from her eyes.
It hurt more than anything she has ever experienced in her lifetime.
Why was this happening, what was wrong with her?
"Raph… Go grab Casey fast!" Donnie rushed towards Leo, making the sister to lean against her to hold her.
"Why what is going on?" Raph went around them to access the door.
"Leo is going into labor!" Donnie flashed a look at Raph who only turned white.
"Now?!"
Narrowing her eyes, Donnie rolled them annoyingly, "Yes now."
"But you said she still have sometime before… this would happen" Raph opened the door.
"I said she might have a few more months or so, but I don't know for we are turtles," Donnie reminded Raph of the conversation she had long ago.
"Ok… I will go get Casey, what of Mikey?"
"Mikey has his shell cell off…" Leo managed to get out between the pain.
"Damn it…" Raph left the room quickly.
"Leo take long deep breaths, I need you to be calm okay," Donnie kissed her sister on the head.
"I… I will try Donnie… I hope Mikey gets home quickly… I'm…scared…" Leo whimpered clenching her fist in pain, screaming a bit in response.
"I know and its natural…we all are Leo… We all are."
Mikey POV
Feeling the warm, gentle breeze and the rays of light that kissed his shell, Mikey smiled brightly at his father's grave.
With Leo getting ready Mikey didn't want to be around getting in the way, besides someone needed to inform their Sensei of the wedding.
"Father, I wish you could be here with us to see it… I know that would have made Leo happy. But I understand that is not possible… Man I am so nervous… I mean what if I screw up my vows or trip and fall onto my face or…" Mikey listed off all the things that could go wrong only to stop as the wind picked up.
Chuckling Mikey smiled, "Yeah I'm getting myself over worked for nothing, it will be fine, everything will go smoothly. And if it doesn't who cares, I'm with Leo in the end, that's all I want."
Taking a breath Mikey leaned back looking up into the deep blue sky overhead, admiring the view and fresh air. He loved this spot, it reminded him of the farm and it wasn't far out of his way to venture to.
Feeling he had spent enough time there Mikey placed the stone back on his father's headstone to cover it from any prying eyes, that's all he wanted was someone desecrating his father's grave.
Once on his feet Mikey stretched, loosening his wind up muscles that were being affected by his tension and nervousness.
He needed to calm down, take a breath or two, it will do him no good if he keeps this up, it will only hinder him in the end.
Making his leave, Mikey stopped suddenly feeling a rush of dread overtake him, as his eyes widen taking in his surroundings carefully.
It was clear, the strong overwhelming sensation of someone watching him?
Scanning the area, he couldn't see anything that stuck out of the ordinary.
There were only trees that sway in the rising wind, that… that oddly had a hint of blood in it?!
Quickly calculating where the breeze was coming from Mikey moved forward, someone was bleeding, someone was in trouble?
Even then he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched at the same time, yet he couldn't very well ignore this, that wasn't him.
With the uncertainty of what was going on, the orange clad turtle kept his guard up as he took to the trees to use them as extra cover and to able him to see ahead, avoiding any unnecessary contact if he could help it.
Mikey was alone with no backup or anyone able to get to him in time if he did fall into trouble, with that in mind the turtle took his shell cell out in case it came to it.
The lingering scent of blood thickened every step he took, it was potent, giving the poor turtle the impression that who it was from wasn't in good shape.
Slowly down his pursuit to this mystery, Mikey lost all breath and feeling in his knees at the sight before him.
There in a clearing of some truck stop north of where Mikey was originally, was a body lying there motionless.
Being the back of the truck stop yard there were no signs of human activity, only the fare whispers of voices near the restaurant that was in the distance.
Staring at the body, Mikey wary stepped out of the bushes, holding his breath, repeating to himself this was just his imagination!
Unfortunately he knew no matter how much he told himself that, it wasn't going to change the white shell facing him, a shell Mikey knew could only belong to one turtle… Alex…
The dirt rock ground soaked up the red crimson blood around the beaten up body.
Shaking Mikey kneeled behind Alex's shell, gently turning the turtle over to get a better view.
Feeling like all the blood draining from his face and his stomach turning wildly, Mikey held in the puke that wanted to come up.
Alex's face was bashed in, to the point there was no way he was alive, his beak was caved in his eyes were swollen he was full of cuts and bruises.
His body looked broken like someone used him as a punching bag or resorting to using a led metal pipe on him. The way his body was mangled this looked personal or some hate crime…
"Oh shit… who would do this to you dude…" Mikey whimpered placing his hand on the dead turtle's chest, as the tears fell down his face.
Consumed in his sorrow, Mikey knew Donnie wasn't going to take this news good, yet he couldn't just leave Alex like this, it wasn't right.
Sucking up his despair Mikey focused on the task, he had to move the body before some human found him and called the police.
Alex deserved a proper burial not becoming some lab experiment, being dissected by some human.
Gently as he could, Mikey placed his hands under Alex slowly raising him up, just too almost drop the turtle in the process.
Suddenly Alex gasped, gurgling with fluids, spitting up blood.
"Shell! You're still alive!"