Days in the Lives

Rating: M

1.) Kiyono placed her hand over the small package in Leonardo's hand, gently pushing it away with a shake of her head. "You don't need that, Leo." she said quietly, in response to the confused look on his face. Here it was, the conversation she'd been trying so hard to avoid.

"But we-"

"Trust me."

"Why not?"

She closed her eyes and laid her head back, staring at the ceiling. He had to ask, of course. Had to try and do the noble thing. Her heat cooled and dropped at the prospect of explaining this. For a split second, she wished that he was more like Raph-do first, ask questions later. Or like Mikey, who never asked questions at all. "What they did...It...It sterilized me. There's no way..."

"...Oh..."

"Mm-hmm."

There was a stretch of awkward silence, in which the mood fell even more. Tears burned beyond Kiyono's lids. He hadn't meant to ruin it, she knew that. But that didn't change the fact that he had. Leo touched her hand. "Do you want to stop...?"

She didn't answer him.

2.) Everyone's eyes widened in surprise and wonder at April's news. The redhead rested her fingers on the small curve of her stomach and leaned into Casey's arm, both of them blushing and stunned. Mikey shouted out loud, joyous. "Du-huuuude! We're gonna be uncles!" Raph clapped Casey on the shoulder, Leo and Donnie gave him an encouraging smile. On the outside, Kiyono cooed and gushed and acted as happy for April as she could, hugging her extremely gently.

She wanted to break her neck.

On the inside, a jealousy hotter than the sun and more sour than a jar of bile burned in her gut. Hidden in the glossy black of her eyes, heartbreak and hatred battled guilt and sorrow for dominance. But as usual, she pushed it down and locked it up, biting down on her tounge so deeply she tasted blood in the back of her throat. April had betrayed her. She was a liar...

"April, how long have you and Casey..."

"Oh, a while. But even if we do get married, that's where it's going to stop. I'm too busy for a kid, you know?"

"Right...yes."

3.) She turned her head into the cover, biting her lip and nearly suffocating herself to stifle her yelps as she felt the inevitable swell and burst inside of her. Sticky warmth flooded her insides, and Leonardo collapsed onto the pillow next to her, his leaf green skin sweaty and slick where he nuzzled her. The smell of him and her was everywhere. His blood crusted her fingernails, seeping from long scratches in his muscled arms. Her throat was raw.

She trembled and gasped, tingling and dazed, yet she was cold from the inside out where she should have been warm. She felt his essence cooling and bubbling inside of her, and she silently begged it to take hold, praying to every god she had ever been taught about. Even though she knew it was impossible, she wanted it...wanted it,...to give something back to him...

In her dreams, she screamed, yelled, shrieked into the abyss. Pleaded. Dragged something sick and evil back out. She smelled April's blood on her hands, felt it drip hot and burning as she ripped into her and tore her apart, taking what was rightfully hers. Bones cracked, flesh split. She held the gore covered bundle in her arms, but instead of revulsion, she felt dark satisfaction. She wanted it so badly not to be a dream.

MINE...OURS...

WHAT WOULD YOU DO? WHAT WILL YOU DO, FOR THIS?

'Anything...I'll do anything..."