Mistletoe.


Donnie could never understand the meaning of mistletoe.

He stared at it intently, beak wrinkled up in thought, at the little bunch, tied in a pure white bow.

Why did they even need it? It wasn't like he was about to go around kissing his brothers, and Sensei stopped kissing them affectionately years ago, when their protests of being too old got too much for him to bare.

So why was it there? Rubbing his eyes, the question burning in his brain, making his head throb and ache with thought.

They were past archane theories of courtship, and they'd never find anyone to court anyway. Sighing sadly at the thought, his head dropped slightly, realising once again there would never be romance in their lives, never a special someone they could leave and cleave to, have a relationship with, get married, find a way to breed.

Poking at it harshly with his bo, he tried to remain brave, thinking having it there was just a cruel prank, a twisted little dig at who they were and what they could never have.

Never hope to be.

Wet, warm lips pressed softly against his cheek and he blinked in surprise, turning his head quickly, too quick for the accomplice, which meant for once in his life, someone's lips were meeting his.

Laughing shyly, she let the kiss linger a little; warm, loving and sweet, before breaking away and rubbing the top of Donnie's head.

"Merry Christmas." April happily replied.

Donnie discovered why they needed the mistletoe, as he stood underneath it, pondering it's meaning.

And he didn't mind one little bit.


A/N: Yep, I've flipped flopped, gone back to using Donnie. Not sure why, perhaps because I'm sick?

Thought this one rambled on for ages, but a fevered brain will do that to me, just take a single point and wax endlessly about it. At least it isn't as bad as I thought, only 266 words strong.

Do you like the slightly longer length? Which turtle would you like to see under the mistletoe? *nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more, say no more?*

Rave, review, rant, I'd love to know.