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Merry Christmas. Here is a late gift for all of you. I hope you enjoy it.

Confessions
Chapter Sixteen

Love. Four, simple, seemingly harmless letters and yet was as powerful as any force on Earth. The word carried much strength and potency behind it. It was not something to be used lightly.

For Leonardo, it weighed heavily on his soul. He still had a difficult journey ahead of him. Admitting to himself he loved her was only the first step. Now he had to find a way to translate the emotion to her and that part was what had his stomach currently tied up in knots.

He started to pace the room then like a caged lion. What was he thinking? This wasn't going to work. It was impossible. God, he was so stupid! How could he forget the one glaringly obvious fact that doomed him from the start?

He wasn't human, he was a goddamn turtle! A mutated freak of nature, forced to live under the city in filth isolated from the human world. He couldn't do that to her; not for the rest of her life. She deserved so much better than this. She deserved a human husband, a nice home, and kids. He couldn’t even give her kids because it was biologically impossible. He had nothing.

He breathed deeply and shut his eyes tightly against the tears threatening to spill over. He was selfish. He was so fucking selfish to love her when he knew he could never give anything back to her. He was certain it would almost destroy him, but maybe it would be best to let her go.

Leo furiously rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand to dry them. He had to pull himself together; he had to be strong. He needed to have a clear mind to think through this rationally and make a decision if necessary that was fair to all involved, and not on his hasty emotions. Even though he was trying to convince himself that letting her leave was the right thing to do.

He placed the drawing in his desk drawer for safe keeping and then walked out of his room. He ambled downstairs, unsure of where he was heading, but he let his feet carry him there. He ended up in the dojo and for a moment, he simply stood in the doorway.

This place had always been a source for not only pleasure, but to release his fears, frustrations, and anxieties. It helped to restore the balance and focus he would sometimes lose, but he'd not felt this way since Alisa left the hospital. He supposed it was irony he stepped in here now for her again with these same emotions weighing on his spirit, but for entirely different reasons.

He sighed heavily and then moved finally to the center of the room. He reached behind his back to draw a katana from its sheath. He paused briefly as if to study it, but just as quickly he thrust the blade out in from of him. He slipped into a sword kata and began to slash at the air in what appeared as if he were killing invisible demons.

He was so entranced he almost didn't hear the gentle, melodic voice that called his name. However, what his ears did not detect, his heart surely would have.

"Leo?"

The blue-masked turtle froze and then slowly turned around. She stood mere feet from him. He first noticed the blue band-aid on her cheek, but that wasn't all he noticed. She was freshly washed and dressed as well, her damp hair clinging to her back. The flowery scent of her shampoo teased his nose unmercifully.

Leonardo tucked the sword back into its scabbard and took a slight step towards her.

"I thought you would be taking a nap by now," he said, a little lamely.

Great... Now he'd lost the ability to even talk to her without sounding like a fool? She shook her head, the expression on her face marked with seriousness and concern.

"No," she answered, "I couldn't have when I knew there was something troubling my tomodachi so."

She looked pointedly at him and he found himself averting his eyes from her gaze. He felt guilty that she'd been able to pick up on it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, softly.

"No," he replied, his voice low.

She pressed her lips together in a tight line. Alright, if he wanted to be difficult, then so be it. She pulled her shoes off and stepped onto the tumbling mat. He watched her in confusion until she connected her fist into his forearm.

"Hey!" he yelped.

That had actually hurt. She was a good hit.

"You won't talk, we'll spar," she told him, her eyes narrowed with determination.

"This is ridiculous," he protested, "I won't fight you."

"Then talk to me," she countered.

"There's nothing to talk about," he answered, more firmly.

This time she punched him near his shoulder.

"Alisa, what the hell are you trying to do?" he demanded.

"I want you to talk to me," she pleaded, “But if you won't, I will fight you. It's your choice, Leonardo. Either way, I find out what's wrong."

She gazed at him with soft eyes now.

"I want to help you," she continued, quietly, "And I can't do that unless you open yourself to me."

He felt his stomach lurch suddenly and his heart contract painfully. Why did she torture him so? Her gentle eyes on him and her sweet face were almost too much to bear. He could feel his control slipping dangerously.

"It's... it's not that simple," he nearly choked out.

"Why not?" she asked.

Leo shook his head helplessly and turned away. She waited, but when for several minutes he did not look back, she raised her arm to strike him again. Suddenly, he spun around and caught her wrist in his hand. Then he pinned her arms to her sides.

She struggled furiously, but when she couldn't break free, she instead pulled her body backwards with all her strength. The move sent them both tumbling to the ground. They wrestled until he had her beneath him with his legs wrapped around hers in a rather compromising position.

For a few moments, there was only the sound of heavy breathing as the both of them recovered from the exertion. Leo was afraid he'd gone too far, but when he finally met her eyes, he only found the same unwavering trust she'd given him the day they met in their emerald depths. She knew he would never hurt her.

Slowly, hesitantly, he reached a hand to her cheek and his fingers gently brushed over the soft, smooth skin. Alisa lay still as she watched him, shivering at his touch. Something was beginning to stir within her, like a fire being kindled. Her breath deepened and her heart beat quickened in response to it.

He slipped his hand behind her head then and lifted it so her face was closer to his. Her breath hitched in her throat as his lips softly covered hers and he tenderly kissed her. In an instant, a rush of emotions hit her all at once. They confused and even frightened her. How could this be happening?

She felt like she was drowning, unable to breathe. She never noticed her feelings for him had changed. When did they? He was her best friend and there had never been a thought to cross her mind they would be anything more. This... this should be wrong, but yet nothing had ever felt more natural.

Tingles of what felt like an electrical current in her veins started at her spine and traveled to the tips of her toes. The small fire inside her had grown into a blazing inferno and was spreading rapidly through her body. It pooled in her womb and there something else was starting to awaken.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact only a few brief seconds, Leonardo finally pulled away. He was ashamed now of what he had done. He couldn't believe he so easily lost his self-control. Studying her face, it was unreadable, but he sensed enough of what she couldn't tell.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, abashedly.

He made a move to stand, but he was stopped dead in his tracks as she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him sweetly. He nearly froze with shock, his eyes growing so wide he felt they would fall out. This was not the kind of reaction he was expecting.

However, his thoughts were being pushed aside as the physical aspects took over. An animal-like instinct was slowly coming to life; instincts he'd tried to suppress since after hitting puberty. Master Splinter had told him and his brothers what might happen, but it was natural for young male turtles and even humans had a few of those instincts. Still, Leo felt like it was an embarrassment and tried not to give into them, but there had been times when he cracked.

The second kiss was deeper and lasted several more seconds. This time, it was she who gently released them. She then buried her face into his neck and he nosed in her hair.

"What do you feel?" he breathed near her ear.

"I-I'm confused," she whispered, a bit shakily, "And a little scared."

"Would it help if I told you I was scared too?" he asked, softly.

She nodded her head against his neck.

"It does," she admitted, "But I don't want to be scared because I feel happy to be near you. I am filled with warmth and joy. I care so much for you. I know in my heart what is true, but my mind has not caught up with it. It is such a tangled mess right now."

He understood perfectly. It was everything he'd gone through and still was to an extent. She needed the same time and space to sort herself out.

"I want you to be sure," he said, seriously, gently tilting her head up to meet his eyes, "I don't want you to make the wrong choice and both of us live in guilt for the rest of our lives. That's not a good relationship."

"No," she agreed.

"And no matter what you decide, I'll stand behind you," he promised.

He would, even if it meant he couldn't love her in the way he longed to. It would crush him, he was certain, but her happiness was more important to him than anything.

"Thank you," she replied, softly, "And regardless of the outcome, you'll always be my best friend."

This statement caused a small smile to form on his lips despite the impending depression he felt.

"I will remain yours as well," he answered.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as she hugged him. He returned the gesture and then a moment later, began helping her up from the floor to her feet.

"I think it's best if you went to stay a few days with April at her apartment," he suggested, "It'll give you the privacy you need and you'll be able to sort things out without any interruptions. Is that okay?"

"It's okay," she consented, "I want to be honest to myself."

She reached a hand to his face then and cupped his cheek in her palm. His eyes slid half-way closed at the touch. It hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. Why must Fate be so cruel?

"Don't blame yourself, Leo," she told him, softly, "It's not your fault. This is something no one can ever predict."

He did not reply, but gently touched the side of her face as if it would be for the last time. For all he knew, it most likely was. She gave him a wistful smile. She withdrew her arm then and it was a moment later before he also retracted.

She slipped her shoes on and started to walk towards the dojo entry out into the foyer. He slowly trailed behind her, his heart and spirit heavy, and his mind shrouded in a deep fog. This was not at all how he imagined things would turn out. Though his foolishness nearly cost him, he was not sure he would not have kissed her even if he had a chance to do everything over. He certainly couldn't pretend it never happened and he didn't want to forget it either.

Leonardo sighed heavily inward. He had three days. He knew he should spend that time to try and pull himself together, and to prepare him for the choice Alisa made, no matter what it may be.

That night, he and Donatello dropped Alisa off to an excited April. The red-head gave the petite girl a hug. Leo had only told her and the rest of the family Alisa needed some space and wanted to spend some time on the surface with her. Of course, April was delighted to have her over.

She invited the two turtles in, but Leo politely declined.

"It's late and I'm sure you girls would want to go to bed soon," he replied, "But we'll come to visit again in a few days when we take Alisa back home."

He briefly met Alisa’s eyes before turning away. There seemed to be a vague, odd tension between the two. April glanced at Don in confusion and the purple-masked turtle could only shrug. He had no idea either.

"May I call you, Leo?" Alisa spoke up, quietly.

The blue-masked turtle turned his head slightly towards her. He was sure she'd want to stay away from all contact so nothing from the outside would influence her, but he would be happy just to hear her voice.

"Yeah, sure," he answered, his voice nearly a whisper.

He climbed into the Battle Shell then and shut the door. Alisa's face crumpled and it appeared as if she might cry. She slipped past April and headed upstairs to the apartment. Again, Don and April exchanged glances. Something was definitely wrong.

"See if you can find out what's going on from Alisa," he told her, his voice low, "I'll try to talk to Leo."

He knew that would be easier said than done. Both Alisa and his brother shared some of the same traits that made talking to them in these situations like pulling teeth. If they hadn't said anything about it by this point, it wasn't going to get said at all, and trying to drag it out of them would be worse.

Donny bade the red-head goodbye and wished her luck. A moment later, he hopped into the driver's side of the armored car and started the engine. It backed slowly out of the alley onto the street and then headed in the direction of the turtles' home.

In the shadows of a nearby alley, a figure in black grinned to himself as he had watched. Finally, after weeks of waiting, searching, and dodging the Mistress’s increasingly angry questions of his progress, his perseverance had paid off. He had taken a gamble and he was going to win.

The child Mystic had returned. The silver amulet he held in his hand did not lie. For when she was near, it detected her unique energy and brought it to life. The amulet's blue stone glowed softly under his fingertips. This had allowed the Foot to easily find her before she disappeared somewhere with the turtles that the amulet could not seek her out.

It could also be used to control her and her power. It was how Karai would make her her slave and seek revenge on the turtles. He only needed to slip it over her head and she was bound to it forever.

It was decided tomorrow night he would make his move. He needed time to assemble his back up and tonight was too soon. He had waited this long after all, he could wait one more day and the Mistress would be pleased with his news besides.

He pocketed the amulet and then sprang to the rooftops with inhuman skill. He gazed emotionlessly across the street at the apartment above Second Time Around.

Watch out, little girl. The boogey man is coming for you.

End Chapter Sixteen
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