I was given @cherry-line as my secret Santa. I am so so sorry for my lateness, however I did post it before but I think tumblr has been stupid again. Anyways, here it is for you. A little fic for your perusal. Merry Late Christmas haha. I hope this is ok, and is suitable enough for you and I hope you enjoy! @tmnt-secretsanta

 A Christmas Gift

It was the week before Christmas and Mizuiro still hadn’t even decorated her apartment yet. She had been so piled up with work and worrying about the turtles on their continued search for Karai. It had been almost three months now and still nothing. It was almost that ever since her disappearance and her mutation, she was invisible. Especially to Leonardo, Mikey would come over some nights to keep her company, and as grateful as she was to the orange banded turtle for bringing countless smiles to her face. It was the blue banded leader whom she wished would notice her. 

Christmas was always a happy time for Mizuiro, and when she first moved to New York she was ecstatic to be spending her first Christmas in her new apartment. Since making four new green friends in the process whose father as well as them, had considered her part of the family already, in the short space of time in which they had known each other.

It wasn’t until a good few months since meeting the turtles that Mizuiro had noticed one had stolen her heart secretly.  The way that the blue banded turtle would catch her eye, the dashing smiles he would send her way. She had fallen, and she had fallen hard. If only he knew how she felt for him, cared for him, loved him. To reciprocate any feeling towards her would send her beating heart fluttering. Now with everything going on and the Karai situation, Mizuiro no longer felt like celebrating the holiday season.

Trudging home from work on the crisp winter night it was, Mizuiro took her time taking the stairs to the fourth floor. It wasn’t as if she was in a rush to go anywhere. Upon reaching her door and pulling the key from her lock, her normally dark apartment spilled light at the end of the hallway from where her living room and kitchen resided. On alert the young woman quietly pulled the baseball bat she kept in an umbrella stand and used what stealth she had in her to creep along the corridor. From the corner of her eye she saw figures moving and with taking a deep breath Mizuiro launched herself into sight ready to pummel the intruders in her home. Mid swing the bat became motionless with a flash of green stopping it. “Now is that any way to treat family?” A smooth baritone voice asked with a smirk to its tone. Miziuro opened her eyes finding Leo attached to the other end of the bat, a dashing grin crawling across his face. Gently taking the bat from her and stepping aside, Leo motioned to the rest of his brothers as well as Master Splinter in her front room. The place was decorated with hanging garlands from the ceiling, a beautiful tree and been placed and decorated with gorgeous glass ornaments and lights. Candles were lit and a bountiful feast of pizza and nibbles had been prepared by Mikey, Donnie was finishing up the lighting, Master splinter creating beautiful paper cranes to sit in the tree. Raphael was cleaning up the dishes. The turtles and Splinter drew their attention away from their tasks to smile at their friend.

“Didn’t think we’d forget about ya at Christmas did ya?” Raph asked with a mischievous grin, she wasn’t aware Leo had snaked his arm around her slight waist. Mizuiro looked as if she was about to cry, from joy, from happiness, from being overwhelmed? Who knew. The glossy shine of tears in her eyes made them simmer like star light as she took in the sight of her apartment. Mizuiro was brought from her thoughts by Mikeys chuckling. Turning her attention to him she followed his finger to what he was pointing at, looking up in the doorway she was stood was mistletoe. She was about to respond to Mikey when her lips were sealed by the contact of someone else. The arm which was around her waist pulled her closer to the hard chest of Leo, his free hand cupped around the back of her head deepening the gentle but passionate kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, could this really be happening to her? Pulling back allowing her to catch her breath, Leo tucked a free-flowing strand of hair behind Miziuro’s ear. “Merry Christmas Miziuro.” Leo said gently, and to prove that she wasn’t dreaming and before she had anything to say her lips were stolen from her once more capturing another gentle and tender kiss under the mistletoe.