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Seeing Red	By : Shawnie Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story. The original characters and plot, however, are mine.

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It was a cold and dreary morning. The sun had barely risen and the daily grind had already begun; the sidewalks crawling with city-goers. Claire rubbed her hands together and pulled on her brown plaid scarf, bundling it even closer to her neck as she made her way through the crowd of early morning commuters. She trudged up the steps from the subway station and walked half a block before arriving at the front door of the gym. She pulled out her ear buds that were piping in the latest Ke$ha song and took a peek at her phone. Good, an hour early, she thought happily. She unlocked the door, flipped on the lights and began peeling off layers of her outerwear as she slipped into the back offices. She set her bags down at her desk, and quietly tip-toed to Brad’s office, hoping to do a little snooping before he got in. She stared at his door, feeling her stomach lurch at the possibilities of what she could find. Was he in too deep? She put her hand up to the doorknob, fingernails curling around the brassy fixture, and turned her wrist. She exhaled sharply; it was locked. Damn.
Shoulders slumped in disappointment, she walked back down the hall to her desk and flopped into the chair, tilting her head back, eyes closed. She couldn’t help but think back to her dream from last night. It had been so incredibly vivid she had a hard time falling back asleep. Instead, she lay awake, contemplating every aspect of what it could mean. After much back and forth, she eventually came to terms with the fact that she was attracted to Leo. But was there anything she could do about it? I mean, from a physical perspective, he is a giant turtle. Aren’t turtles only attracted to other turtles? Even if by some weird miracle, he liked her back, could a relationship even work? He can’t be seen by anyone; it’s not like he can take me to Central Park for a picnic on the weekend, she thought bitterly. But the way Leonardo had touched her, made her feel in the dream; it wasn’t just physical satisfaction she felt. It was the comfort she felt in his arms. It might be worth trying, she thought, opening her eyes.
She exhaled and glanced at her computer, forcing herself to push all thoughts of Leo from her mind and focus on the eight hours of work that lie ahead. Reaching down to her bag, she pulled out a few of the member profiles she had taken home with her. She picked up the first one and froze, coffee mug at her pink lips. She stared down at the picture; she had seen this guy before. That night after the club! He was with the group of guys that attacked me. I knew he looked familiar! She thought back to what Donnie said, ‘Sounds like the perfect breeding ground for a gang.’ She gasped and covered her mouth when it hit her. Brad has a deal with the Purple Dragons to provide them with manpower and give them a way to get stronger here in the gym. That explains the recent influx of new members. But what was in it for Brad?
She pulled out her cell and sent a text to Mikey: Brad is using the gym to recruit guys for PD. I’m coming over later tonight. Will talk more then.
Just then, the door opened, bringing in a burst of cold air and a very bundled individual. Claire looked up and watched the person unwrap a bright pink scarf from their face, setting loose a curtain of brown curls.
“Morning, Jill!” Claire toasted her mug of coffee towards her friend in the air.
“Hey girl, it is COLD out there! How’s it going?” Jill threw her a big bright smile. Despite the dark thoughts swirling around in Claire’s mind, she couldn’t help but smile back. Jill’s peppy spirit always put her in a good mood.
“You know, the usual.” Claire took another swig of her coffee.
“I hear ya. Hey, I wanted to ask you: what are you doing on Saturday night? Club Blu is having a huge costume party for Halloween. We should totally go!”
Claire’s eyes lit up. “I am so there. Halloween is my thing!”
An alert from her cell captured Claire’s attention. As Jill made her way to her own office, Claire picked up the phone.
Okay babe. Bring pizza!!!
A smile crept onto Claire’s face.
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After work, Claire stopped by her grandmother’s for a few hours of tea and chit-chat before heading to the lair. With all the weirdness that had infiltrated her life, spending time with Grams made Claire feel normal and grounded. “Love you, Grams,” she threw a hug around her grandmother before heading out the door. Claire walked down the stoop steps and onto the city sidewalk, eyeing the streets for the nearest pizza place. As she turned the corner at the end of her grandmother’s block, she pulled out her phone. “Hey, I am at the corner of Houston and Allen. Okay, see you soon.” Claire put the phone back in her duffel bag and leaned up against a nearby building, bringing one black wedged boot up onto the brick behind her. Feeling sexually frustrated from last night, she replayed the dream in her mind. She could feel the heat rising from below her belly as she thought about Leo’s tongue…
A sudden scraping sound jolted Claire from her thoughts. She watched the manhole cover slowly slide across the street. Looking around to be sure no one was watching, she walked over to the open manhole and tossed the pizza box inside. Strapping her duffel bag across her shoulder, she gripped the top of the ladder and climbed down. As she jumped off the last ladder rung, she turned around to see the turtle who was escorting her to the lair.
“Hey, Donnie,” Claire said smiling.
“Hey Claire, how was your work day?” he asked quietly, returning the smile.
“Eh, you know. So, Mikey tell you about my text?”
“Yes. Great work, by the way. Mikey and I went to check out the MMA center tonight. I was able to successfully plant one of my spy bugs on the building,” Donnie said excitedly.
Claire looked up at him as they trekked through the sewer tunnels. “Spy bugs?”
“Something I came up with a few months ago. They are essentially cameras that capture video and audio and transmit the information wirelessly to my computer. This way, we can hopefully discover if the training center is another recruiting station. If it is, the spy bug should also be able to give us a visual ID of the person at the center dealing with the Purple Dragons,” he replied.
“Wow, that is way cool.” Claire paused before speaking again. “Uh - hey, Donnie, can I ask you something? It might sound a little weird.” Claire twirled the end of her hair, nervously.
“Sure, ask away”, Donnie said, staring curiously at her.
“Are you guys attracted to humans at all?” Claire bit her lip, and looked up at him, anxious for his response. The look on his face made her add, “Just out of curiosity.”
“I gather that you have never been in Raph’s room. He has women from the WWE plastered all over his walls.”
Claire nearly let out a sigh of relief and inwardly smiled. Maybe there was a chance!
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Mikey was in complete control. Focusing on his target, he stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth in concentration.
“Yup, just that like – now cross the one piece over.” Claire directed him.
“Man, I had no idea that braiding hair was so hard to do! Doesn’t help that my fingers are like, as big as kielbasa.”
Claire laughed as she held up her compact mirror in front of her face, watching Mikey attempt to braid her hair. Sighing, she put the mirror down. “I don’t know what to do about this whole Brad thing. I mean, I know he’s a good guy – he is just mixed up with the wrong people.”
“Don’t worry, dudette. We will figure it out. There! All done!” Mikey exclaimed.
Claire turned to Mikey, smiling at the prideful look on his face. Practically skipping with excitement, Mikey led her to the bathroom so she could take a good look at his work. She flicked the switch on and bit back a gasp when she saw her reflection in the cracked mirror. Her hair was a mess; half of it looked like a five year-old attempted to braid it and the other half was a big knotty mess. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything. “Wow, Mikey – uh, great job. I love it.” Claire forced herself to say.
“Spectacular! I knew you would!” Mikey pumped his fist into the air.
The two walked out of the bathroom and ran right into Raphael who had just rounded the corner.
“Holy crap, what da hell happened to you? What did ya get stuck in a wind tunnel or something?” Raphael blurted, eyes widened at Claire’s head.
Claire glanced over at Mikey and watched him deflate. “As a matter of fact, Raph, Mikey braided my hair for training tonight. Don’t you think it looks great?” She tried giving him a look to say ‘just tell him good job’.
Raph understood Claire’s look and snorted. “PLEASE. You call that a good job? Klunk could do a better job than that.”
Claire turned to Mikey, “Don’t worry. It’s not bad for your first time, really! We will just keep working on it, okay?” She smiled and rubbed his arm encouragingly.
He puffed back up a bit and smiled back at her. “Sounds good, dudette.” Klunk suddenly appeared at his feet, meowing. “Speak of the devil! Is it dinner time, Klunk? Have fun training, Claire! And remember, ‘No such thing as bad student, only bad teacher.’”
Claire laughed and finished the line from The Karate Kid, “Teacher say, student do!”
Mikey grinned and scooped Klunk up in his arms, making his way to the kitchen. When Mikey was gone, Claire turned to Raph and smacked him upside the head.
“Ow, what da hell was that for!” Raph grabbed her arm and glared at her.
“You are so mean! He tried so hard!” Claire pulled her arm from his grasp and brought her hands up to her head, fingers searching for the hair tie.
“Mikey needs a little tough love sometimes. Just cause he’s the baby of the group doesn’t mean you gotta treat him that way.” He watched her growl in frustration as she struggled to find the hair tie. “Here, turn around.” He quickly spun her around and gently pulled his fingers through her hair.
She couldn’t help but gasp and close her eyes; it damn near mirrored Leo’s actions last night in her dream, the way Raph was tangling his fingers into her hair. She felt the heat rise again and helpless to the feeling, she took a step back, startling herself when she bumped into his plastron.
“Sorry,” she muttered, thankful to have her back to him as she blushed furiously. What is wrong with me?
“Found it,” he said, his voice a little more gravelly than usual. He handed the tie to her and Claire, with her back still turned, reached up by her shoulder to grab it.
“Thanks,” she began smoothing her hair down and listened to Raph’s footsteps as he walked away. Sighing, she threw her hair into a low ponytail and turned her gaze towards the Shoji doors; taking a deep breath before making her way towards them.
Claire entered the dojo to find Leo sitting cross-legged on the mat in a meditative state. “Evening, Claire," he simply said, eyes still closed.
“Hey Leo,” Claire closed the door behind her. Taking advantage of the fact that his eyes were shut, she scanned her eyes over his body admiring the muscle tone. She walked over to him and he slowly opened his eyes, standing up. He grabbed two wooden katanas from the wall and smoothly handed one to Claire. Her hand brushed against his during the exchange and she felt her stomach flutter.
“I thought that tonight we could go over the Mizu Gaeshi technique.” He took the katana in his right hand and steadied it in a basic stance. Claire did the same. Leo moved his sword slowly in the technique pattern and motioned for Claire to mimic him. She must not have been doing it correctly, because he dropped his katana and walked towards her.
“Here, more like this”, he moved to stand behind her, and put one large, green hand on top of hers. He maneuvered the katana to perform the technique. Claire felt her heartbeat quicken at his touch. Unable to stop herself, she took her free hand and placed it on top of his. She spun around to face him and caught a glimpse of his surprised expression. She could only imagine what her eyes were telling him. The wooden sword they were both holding dropped to the floor, leaving his hand on top of hers. She tangled her fingers into it and ran her other hand up his plastron, feeling along the seams. She stared up at him and watched his chest rise and fall as his breathing quickened.
Just then, the dojo door whipped open with a bang and Mikey peeked around the corner at Claire and Leo with wide, scared eyes. “Dude and dudette! We’ve gotta get out of here, now!” His voice was high pitched and it alarmed Claire.   Leo instantly removed himself from Claire’s grasp and slid in front of her in a protective position.
“Mikey, what’s wrong? What’s going on?!” Leo swiftly withdrew the katanas from his back and settled into a fighting stance.
“We’ve got to get out of here”, Mikey reiterated and then paused with his tongue poking out of his mouth as if he was waiting for something, “Cause – THIS PLACE ABOUT TO BLOWWWW oh oh oh oh oh oh”. As he giggled and ran off singing, Claire caught a glimpse of her iPod in Mikey’s belt. It took her a second to realize what had just happened and she burst out laughing. She walked up to Leo chuckling, a huge grin on her face that quickly disappeared upon seeing him. His teeth were clenched and he looked like he was going to kill someone. “God, Leo, it was just a joke. Mikey must’ve stolen my iPod from my bag and he apparently really likes Kesh-” Her voice trailed off when Leo didn’t respond. He let out a sigh of disgust and re-sheathed his weapons. She frowned at his reaction to the situation.
She moved in close to him and put her hands on his shoulders; kneading into them to try and ease him. She felt his body stiffen and he looked at her warily. “Leo, you are way too tense. You just need to relax a little.” She began moving her hands away from his shoulders, working down his arms. She hesitated when she slid her hands over his wrist – am I going too fast? She took both of his hands in hers and smiled up at him. He finally returned the smile and sighed.
“Mikey knows better than to do something like that, especially while we are on high alert with the Purple Dragons,” he said exasperatedly.
“Yea, you are right. But, I think you need a little break. You know what? Let’s go to the movies. I mean besides patrolling, do you even go out? We can check out that new Sci-Fi movie!” Trying to gauge his reaction, Claire continued “Just you and me, you know, we are the only Sci-Fi nerds around here.” She laughed awkwardly. “I promise it will be a blast!” She squeezed his hands and nodded her head, trying to convince him.
“A movie? Uh- I don’t know if that is such a good idea, Claire. I really need to work on some of my katas and advanced attacks and with everything going on-“
“Excuses, excuses,” Claire said rolling her eyes, “I’ve already decided; we are GOING. How about next Sunday?”
After a few moments of silence, Leo finally responded with a small smile, “Alright, fine.”
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Saturday night had finally rolled around and Claire was plain giddy. Just as she was getting her costume out for the party, her phone alerted her to a text message. She ran over to check and her face fell when she read it:
My niece is super sick and I have to stay at home with her tonight. I am so sorry to cancel!!
Sighing, Claire picked up the phone and replied: No worries, tell her I said to feel better.
She threw the phone onto her bed and sat next to it, feeling utterly downcast. Suddenly, an idea hit her. She wasn’t sure if she could make it work, but she would try. She quickly grabbed the phone and scrolled to her favorites. She clicked on Raph’s name and put the phone to her ear.
“Hey, mind if I come over to hang tonight?”
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Claire smiled up at Raphael and grabbed his hand, feeling a shiver of excitement. It was risky, but tonight was the one time they could ever pull this off. Marching to the front of the line, Raphael watched as Claire whispered something in the bouncer’s ear. He simply nodded once and moved aside to let them in. Raph turned to look at his brother. Mikey had a huge, shit-eating grin on his face and had already started dancing to the music coming from within Club Blu.
Much to Claire’s surprise, she had been able to convince Raphael to come with her. After the initial argument about being seen, she had reassured him that no one would think anything of it. She told him he would just look like he is in costume.
30 minutes earlier…
“I don’t dance”, Raph said angrily, crossing his arms.
“You don’t have to!” Claire replied. “We can just go to relax and have a few drinks! Please? Halloween is my favorite holiday.” She gave him the saddest look she could muster. At that moment, Mikey pounced out of his hiding spot.
“YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO A CLUB?!” he shouted.
“Shhhhhh”, Claire frantically tried to shush him, looking around the lair. “Mikey, Leo would freak out if he knew. Let’s just say it’s our little secret.” Claire winked at him, but Mikey wasn’t giving up that easily. “Okay, babe. I won’t say a word. Because the Turtle Titan is coming too!”
Now they were standing in the middle of the club, Claire in her Supergirl costume flanked by two turtles – one in a cape and mask and the other dressed as a professional wrestler. “You make a great Supergirl, Claire,” Mikey said smiling, playing with her cape.
“Why don’t you guys grab some drinks from the bar and meet me on the dance floor?” Claire patted Raphael on the shoulder and turned to walk through the crowd, dancing with a banana and a wolfman as she made her way towards the back of the club.
Claire was enjoying herself, only dancing for a few minutes when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She smiled, knowing that Raph had given in. He’s actually going to dance? She turned around with a smirk on her face that quickly melted into a look of terror.
“Hey honey, I’ve been lookin’ for ya.”
Hawk!
He grabbed her arm and began to drag her towards the back of the club. It took Claire a moment to react, but she began fighting against him. Immediately, she was flanked by three other men. Realizing she was overpowered, she swung her head around, desperately searching for the guys. “RAPH!!’ she tried yelling above the music, but it was no use. There was no way he could hear her. They led her to a door in the back of the club that was being guarded by two huge men. They nodded at Hawk and opened the door. The men pulled Claire through and she gasped. Sitting at a massive desk was Hun. Was this the Purple Dragon’s headquarters? He looked up at her and gave her an evil smile, running a finger over the bandage on his face. Sitting to his right was Brad. “Brad?!” Claire’s eyes widened. Hun nodded towards the men holding onto her and they released her. She rubbed her shoulder where Hawk’s hand had been; he had gripped her hard enough to bruise her. “Brad, what the fuck is going on? What are you doing with this guy? He attacked me – tried to kill me!” She probably sounded hysterical, but she didn’t care.
“I know, Claire, I know. It was a mistake. He didn’t know who you were.” He walked over to her and gently ran his hand through her hair. “You look amazing, by the way,” he whispered in her ear. Claire blinked at him. “You see”, he continued, “We want you to join us. I told the Purple Dragons all about you, all about what we did together. You are a fierce, SMART fighter and we could really use you in our operation.” He chuckled, “I know they experienced your skill first-hand. I want you to join the Purple Dragons and be a team leader with me.” Claire bit back a scream.
“Brad! Why would you get involved with them? They are dangerous! This isn’t you and me running around at night, playing vigilante. This is organized crime.” Claire put a hand gently on his arm, hoping to pull him out of it.
Brad’s eyes softened at Claire’s touch for only a moment before he angrily spat out, “I never told you, but I am over a year behind on rent. I was so close to losing the gym; everything I worked for! The Purple Dragons agreed to pay for the gym, in full, if I help them. Claire, the gym is my life, it is all I have,” Brad brought his hand to gently glide over her face, his eyes solemn. “Don’t you see? I can take care of you and we can be together; fight together, again.”
“Yea? And what if you get caught? Go to jail? How much will the gym matter then?!” Claire pulled away from him and ran towards the door knowing she wouldn’t be able to get through to him surrounded by Purple Dragons. A few men moved to block it and Claire brought her fists up. “Try it, I dare you,” she said through gritted teeth.
Brad groaned and followed it up with a chuckle, “Do you know how cute you are when you are angry?”
A loud noise outside the door followed by muffled cries caught everyone’s attention. Claire watched as Hun rose up from his desk and stalked over to the door.
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Raphael made his way over to the bar, admiring the girls in skimpy costumes that left nothing to the imagination. He put the order in with the bartender and turned to survey the dance floor. He spotted Claire immediately; she stood out from everyone with her shiny blond hair and bright colored costume. She looked so happy, laughing with a wolfman as she made her way to an open spot towards the back of the dance floor. The drinks were served up and Raphael reached for the shot, throwing it back before tossing a ten dollar bill onto the bar top. He picked up the mixed drink and turned back around to the dance floor to deliver it to Claire. He scowled when he thought about how she would try to convince him to dance with her. He didn’t know how he was going to say no.
His attention was shifted to his brother who had a crowd gathering around to watch him break-dance. Raphael smirked, allowing Mikey to enjoy the rare spotlight. What a goon, he chuckled to himself. He scanned the floor, searching for Claire. He narrowed his eyes when he couldn’t find her; he had sworn she was dancing with that banana. Growling, he stormed towards Mikey, grabbing his cape and pulling him away from the crowd.
“Not cool, dude!” Mikey yelled at his brother. “Ladies and gentlemen, the danceinator will be back!” he yelled to his fans in his best Arnold Schwarzenegger impersonation.
“Mikey, do you see Claire? I can’t find her.” They moved deeper into the mob of costumed dancers.
As Raphael neared the back of the club, it hit him; her scent. He honed in on it and followed it around the corner to find two men guarding a door. He knew Claire was inside; against her will. His anger boiled up thinking about that. “Mikey, it’s go time,” he pulled his sais out from under his Hulk Hogan costume.
They charged the guards who cried out as they were knocked unconscious, the body of one slumping up against the door. Mikey rolled the guard to the side and Raphael kicked through the door with a powerful thrust of his leg.
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Claire gasped and covered her head to protect herself as shards of wood flew through the air. Relief flooded her veins upon seeing her friends. “Raph! Mikey!” she cried out to them. Mikey charged forward to Brad while Raph and Hun circled one another. Mikey was so quick you couldn’t predict his movements. He threw a nunchaku out at Brad, catching him in the face. Brad laughed, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Claire, baby, how did you get tangled up with these freaks? Hun told me all about them.” Raph let out a ferocious growl, easily tossing two men at Hun to knock him down. He stalked past Claire and she caught a glimpse of the fire in his eyes.
“Let it go, mutant!” Brad yelled at Raphael. “You think she would be with you when she could have someone like me?” It took everything in Raphael to not pierce Brad’s throat with his sai.
One of the Purple Dragons in the room attempted to attack Raphael from behind, but Claire lined him up for a roundhouse kick and followed it up with a knee to his head. She turned back around, but was met with a fist. Claire fell back a bit, grabbing her jaw. Brad was instantly at her side and rushed the man who hit her, sending him flying to the ground. She took the opportunity to look around- there were too many Dragons and they were in such tight quarters. How would they get out of this?
“Mikey, NOW!” she heard Raphael shout. There was a sudden explosion of smoke in the air and she covered her mouth to avoid breathing it in. A pair of strong arms pulled her body backwards. Grabbing the hand that was wrapped around her, she began running. Claire, Raph and Mikey ran out of the back room and through an emergency exit.
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Claire limped through the lair door. It had been a long night and she was absolutely exhausted. Her leg was a bit banged up from the knee she delivered and she could feel a bruise forming on her chin where the Purple Dragon had caught her. It was dark and quiet. Good, Claire thought, the others must be sleeping. The last thing she wanted was for the three of them to be seen in their current condition. She felt her way to the couch and sat down with a small groan. A light suddenly flickered on, startling her. She had unknowingly sat next to Leo who had been waiting for them in the dark.
“And where were the three of you tonight?” Leo quietly asked. He looked Claire over, paying particular attention to her costume. Oh shit, Claire thought.
“Hey, bro! We were just uh, doing some patrolling. No biggie!” Mikey tried covering for them, but he was a horrible liar. Leo turned to look at Claire. She couldn’t bring herself to lie to him, but she did not want him to know the truth. She decided to remain quiet. Leo reached his hand out to touch the bruise on her face. She winced at the slight pressure and he sighed.
She looked up to Raph, hoping he would spill first, but he and Mikey had vanished. Oh great! I’ve got to be the one to tell him now. “Leo, we uh, sort of ran into Hun and the Purple Dragons.” She looked up at him for a reaction, but there was none. “Brad was with them,” she said sadly. “Mikey threw a smoke bomb so we could escape; there were too many guys. We were surrounded.”
“How did you run into them?” Leo asked quietly, eyeing her costume again.
Claire sighed, deciding to come clean. “I asked Raph to come to a costume party with me and Mikey tagged along. I figured it would be okay since everyone there would be in costume. And it was fine at first! Until I realized Club Blu is actually where the Purple Dragons are headquartered. Brad told me that the only reason he is dealing with the Purple Dragons is because he owes money on the gym. But we can help him, right? I mean, there’s got to be another way. We need to do something,” Claire said to him, the desperation clear in her voice. Leo didn’t reply. “Did you hear what I just said, Leo? He’s a good person, he’s just a little lost right now. He needs our help!” Claire stood up from the couch and he stood with her.
Leo was stoic, staring at her with his arms crossed; no emotion on his face. “No, Claire. If tonight told us anything,” he gently fingered the bruise on her face, “he’s just too far gone. The Purple Dragons have complete control over him.”
“God, Leo, are you like a robot? Do you feel anything?” Claire barked at him. She could feel the anger push its way into her throat. Leo stood, unwavering, simply staring back at Claire. She wanted to see how far she could push him. She brought her arm up to his shoulder and nudged him, gently. When that elicited no reaction, she shoved him as hard as she could.
He stumbled back a bit, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you doing?!” he yelled at her.
She remained silent, and threw the dojo door open, making her way to the weapons. She stopped in front of the wooden practice katana and pulled it from the wall.
Leo followed her, “Claire, stop it. This is ridiculous.” He watched her cautiously, calculating his next move. She began to walk towards him aggressively, the wooden blade dragging along the dojo floor. Claire had no intention of hurting him; she just needed Leo to show her some emotion. She raised the katana and he quickly disarmed her by kicking the weapon out of her hand. She growled in frustration and attempted to sweep his leg. Leo back flipped to avoid the maneuver and he put his hands up. “Claire, I am NOT fighting you.”
“Oh, yes you are,” she simply responded, teeth gritted. She attacked him with a few roundhouse punches that he easily dodged. When that failed, she began throwing kicks at him. It was working, he was growing visibly angry. Leo’s blocks became harder and harder, almost pushing back on Claire. “You want to see some emotion. FINE!” He picked up a small table to his right that had a cup of tea on it and threw it across the room, sending the hot liquid flying through the air. For the first time, Claire was a little frightened by Leo; he had a wild look in his eyes. Stunned by his reaction, she hesitated before kicking out at him again. Leo took advantage of this by grabbing at her leg in the air and rushing towards her, sending her down hard, back first onto the mat. Landing on top of her, he pinned her body down between his legs and took her face in his hands. Panting heavily, he stared into her eyes and without warning, pressed his lips to hers.
Claire’s eyes grew wide as he deepened the kiss and she felt herself melt into him. Before she could even process what was happening, she returned his kiss, running her hands along the front of his body, feeling along the scratches and nicks in his plastron. She groaned into his mouth and felt her body quiver underneath him.
Leo quickly pulled away and stood up. “I-I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” His head was bowed and he stood there silently for a moment. Claire pulled herself up her elbows; she was speechless. He turned and left the dojo, leaving a stunned Claire on the dojo floor.
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