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Hamato Karai	By : MercyJinn Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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TITLE: Hamato Karai
AUTHOR: Jinn-Jinn
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Quite poor. Don't sue.
NOTE: Time to get romantic here.....and perhaps a little humorous. Leo is a wooing man.
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Sapporo was a city full of life. People crowded the street heading towards home, work, school or play. It almost reminded Leonardo of New York, but at the same time it didn't. There was a spiritual quality in the air somehow and it made him feel alive. Why hadn't he felt that when he came to Japan the first time? Maybe because he was too deeply engrossed in his own dark thoughts. Well, that didn't matter now. He was here and he was enjoying it immensely.

To be more specific, he *had been* enjoying it. Right now he was sitting in the middle of the dojo meditating. Regardless of where he went, practice was never too far from his mind. Karai was also never too far from his mind either.

The sharp morning air led them to practice outside. Leonardo felt fresh and energetic as they went through their daily sparring routine. He was surprised by his own strength and stamina, but then he's been doing things during this vacation that weren't like him. At any other time he would become worried and sit and contemplate about what it was that was making him act bizarrely. After all he has always been a private person, but this time he knew what it was and didn't want to contain himself. He'd rather not waste this rare vacation with worrying; besides he had more important things to contemplate, like the poem that was buzzing through his head right now.

Karai had obviously paid for this little trip and Leonardo wanted to give her something in appreciation. Something simple, poignant.....and inexpensive. As he wracked his brain over it he remembered something Master Splinter told him once in a story. A long time ago it was customary for courting lovers to exchange poems written on fans. They had never courted each other before, unless one counted their initial fights, which he didn't, and in their current intimate setting it felt like just the right thing to do, so he acquired the fan. Now came the difficult part; writing the poem.

It’s not that he didn't know how. He was more into his Japanese heritage then his brothers and dedicated himself to learning the language and its writing with the same determination that he put into everything else. He practiced in his journals whenever he got the chance, jotting down personal thoughts, quotes, poetry or whatever else caught his fancy. But this would be the first time he was going to write a poem to someone and if he didn't do it right, Karai would look at him as if he were some sort of idiot. Of course he could always smooth over the embarrassment with consolation sex. Leonardo chuckled inwardly at the thought. Who would've thought those words would be coming out of his mouth?

But then it’s not like Karai would refuse it. After all, if the results of the sparring this morning were any indication she'd be more then content with it. She had him buried between her thighs in the shower, pleasuring her with his tongue and when she came to her shuddering climax had left him there unsatisfied. She was a cruel, wicked, evil mistress, but Leo certainly loved a challenged.

Likely she was simply getting her revenge on him for nearly getting them caught in public the night before. They had been touring the sculptures, trying to avoid the throngs of people who were also there to enjoy the sights. Leo had never seen such works of art before and he almost felt giddy that he finally had the privilege to do so first hand. What’s more, he had Karai with him and he had his arm around her like any normal man would with his special someone. It made him feel normal and that he would always cherish.

With normality apparently came spontaneity and Leo couldn’t help but want to kiss and touch his wife in front of everyone. He knew in Japanese society that such public displays were frowned upon, but he just didn’t care. For a moment he thought he was turning into Mickey, but he did his best to reign himself in, sort of. When the lights made her skin glow, he complimented her, when her cheeks got pink because of the cold, he kissed them and when her hand swung free, he caught it to keep it company. She never said anything, never told him to stop, but he could read her face easily and she knew she was shocked by his behavior. She was not shocked enough, however, to stop him when he dragged them into the huge ice maze built for the tourists to walk through.

It had been getting late and most people were heading home. Leo had managed to convince Karai to walk through it now that most of the tourists were leaving, calling it an excellent way to hone their sense of direction. They wandered in and the snow muffled a great deal of the city’s noise. They had been making progress at first, when they stumbled upon a young couple making out on the corner of a dead end. They quickly rushed away guiltily and Karai had scoffed at their childishness. Leonardo didn’t think it was childish at all and decided to prove his point. The moment he thought they were deep enough into the maze; he suddenly pulled Karai into the nearest dead end. She had demanded to know what he was doing, but he covered her mouth with his and held her tight against him. She was fighting back for a moment before finally softening and started kissing him back with as much enthusiasm. She shivered when his cold hand slid under her pants and into her panties to stroke her intimately and he had moaned when she reached into his own to tug on him gently.

One thing quickly led to another and soon they had managed to free enough of themselves to do something that fell directly on the illegal-thing-to-do-in-public side. Yet before he could get her panting, they heard a worker calling out that the maze was closing. They had managed to get into a kneeling position when the worker rounded the corner on them. They were still dressed except for his crotch and her backside and he quickly hugged her tight against his lap, his thickly coated arms wrapped around her waist, hiding them nicely. The worker had asked what was going on and Karai quickly answered that they had taken a tumble but were fine. They must’ve had good karma because he had believed them and told them to exit as soon as possible. They did so quickly once he left and Leo could tell by the glare of her eyes that she was furious and that revenge was likely. Of course that didn’t stop them from finishing what they started the minute they got home. The *very* minute they got home. On the cold floor of the living room.

Leo sighed. Married life definitely agreed with them both and this trip has been heaven on earth. Therefore he planned to get this poem right even if it took him all day.

He never could put his finger on when he started to love her. The first time they met they literally knocked each other over and he had first been impressed with her prowess. It amazed him how quickly they understood each other; maybe because they were both leaders or perfectionists, he’s never been sure. As allies, rivals, enemies and lovers that unspoken energy laid between them. Had it been love all along? He knew he loved her and even though she’d never said those three little words, he knew that she loved him back. Love has always been a complicated thing, more so with them, so how does one express it in three simple sentences?

With that in mind, Leo thought and mused and pondered throughout the day. Writing something down, and then scratching it out. Tossing ideas in his head and saving them for later. Slowly words began to form in his thoughts as he and Karai explored the snowy woods around them, letting nature inspire him. When they went to the city to eat, nothing came to him and in the wee night he stayed up and stared at the fan which bore only one line, frustrated. He meditated in order to clear his mind, knowing that poetry could not be forced; else it would not be poetry. After he relaxed, he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Karai sleeping peacefully on her side of the bed and the familiar ache to hold her curled into his stomach. Suddenly the idea struck him and he smiled at his own stupidity. With practiced grace, he picked up the brush, dipped it in perfectly to get the right amount of ink and finished his poem.

*Next chapter, let's see how she reacts to the gift, yes?*
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