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"Second Chances"

-Chapter 2

You could call him the tranquil walker of the night, or maybe just some lunatic with a bad case of insomnia. Either way, depending on your perspective, he was out in Central Park in the dead of the night. His trench coat and hat helped him blend in, but gave him a more ominous appearance to any wandering eyes that might gaze upon him for a moment.

Despite what others thought of him, he wasn't this perfect leader who bowed down to him sensei's every order. In fact, he could get in trouble for being above ground if he wasn't careful. As it was, he knew he wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight; his performance during morning practice would definitely suffer a bit, even if he were careful about it.

But never mind those worries, he told himself, taking in a big breath of the night air. It was chilly out, too chilly for most people to be out, and so he knew he most likely had the park to himself tonight. Which was just fine with him. He couldn't stand the watching eyes of others. It was like they expected everything and more out of him, just because he was older. In his mind he was screaming, telling them to go shove it up there- well, you know…

Leonardo was abruptly brought out of his innermost thoughts (quite the scary place to be if you weren't intellectually gifted enough to handle it) and looked around. He could have sworn he heard a baby crying…

The hero side of him waging a war against common sense that told him to get back to the lair finally won after a few moments and he crept forth, training his hearing to that sound in hopes to find out what was going on. Why would a baby be in the park at this time at night?

Creeping, using ninja skills to the utmost perfection, he crept through the brush towards the sound, wary of any humans that might be out. He had to be agile and vigilant, totally aware of all of his surroundings. He treated this mission as if he were facing the shredder himself; with delicacy and cunning. He was a cat…err, turtle on a mission. 

The crying, it seemed, came from somewhere near the middle of the park. Leonardo managed to get there in a short time, and no humans had been spotted. Eyes narrowed as he looked for any signs of a trap, he neared the source of the crying, blades drawn, expecting it to be another attack from the Foot. For all he knew Shredder was watching him now, ready to push the detonator button on a ticking bomb of a crying, robot baby.

But when he finally came upon the preciously wrapped package all done up in fine cloth, his guard dropped and his suddenly nerveless fingers threatened to drop his weapons when be beheld the sight of the baby, who was definitely not human by any means. She looked at him with dark brown eyes that were deeper than the deepest hole, deeper than anything he'd seen before. And there were so sad and so wise, like she'd been through a lifetime of which he could never imagine. Never wanted to imagine.

Slowly, Leonardo sheathed his swords and the little fix child stopped crying, starring at him with that half-lidded look of hers. It wasn't judgmental; in fact, it wasn't anything that he could place. It just was.

Then, something caught his gaze; it was a note. He reached out, taking it from the nearly dilapidated park bench that seemed ready to collapse at any moment, unfolded it, and read it aloud, softly to himself;

"To Whoever May Find This Child;

     Please take care of this kit, as I cannot. You will find a bag of things you'll need under the bench, as well as a more intricate list of instructions. Wherever you bring her, I will know, and every birthday you will find a special gift from me. Do not question it, just know that it is and accept it. You may call her what you wish, and please, show her love that has never been sown to her. All will be revealed.

In Blessings May we part and meet,

Im mel ya

Ancient"

Leonardo looked at the kit, which had never stopped gazing at him, a childish mix of fascination and love in her eyes. Leonardo quietly refolded the letter and placed in in his trench coat pocket. Not daring to breath, he looked under the bench. Sure enough there was a white bag there, that seemed overflowing with only god knew what. He let out a breath he hadn't know he'd been hold and took it, setting it beside the kit who looked on the verge of crying again. Instead, she only sneezed in a cute fashion.

He pinched himself, just to make sure he was awake, and then blinked his eyes a couple of times before sighing and letting a smile grace his face, softening it as he slid the white bag over his shoulder and then bent down to scoop up the kit. She was warm in his arms, and she seemed to fit right in. He looked into hr brown eyes and she looked right back into his. Then she yawned, twitching her ears a bit as she slowly let her eyes slip close, turning herself towards him for comfort in warmth, mewling softly; a sound that seemed so irresistibly cute Leonardo wondered if it was even possible.

Battling his instincts, Leonardo decided to make what was probably going to be the hardest decision in his life. To take the kit or not? He glimpsed down at her where a chubby hand reached up and pushed away a lock of her blonde and blue hair groggily, before she sighed and let it rest, snuggling into him. He gulped and then looked around, looking for someone who could have left her. Finding no one whatsoever, he went with his heart and turned, heading back to the lair.

TBC

Author's Note: I know this chapter was kind of short, I'm sorry! The next one will be longer!